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screenwriter | filmmaker | animator | novelist | SCUBA diver | pilot My #thriller: COLD FURY https://www.amazon.com/COLD-FURY-Alex-K-Logan-ebook/dp/B08XQS8HH2
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Nick was an #outlier. He had a particular skill at quickly identifying bootlicking fascist goons and beating the absolute shit out of them, reducing the bastards to gritty crimson paste. #vss365

As the turbo-lift rocketed upward, Space Nick hefted two empty blasters like hammers and waited for the #onslaught — all the while wincing at ABBA’s “S.O.S.” blaring from the intergalactic Muzak speakers. Ding! #vss365

February brought an onslaught of love and loss I stand in the wake #vss365 #onslaught

Bound Confusion captive Tied up in lovely knots Head and heart entwine #SundaySenryu #Senryu #poetry #skypoetry #skywriting #poetsofbluesky #3lines

“Y’rn was a great guy and an awesome starship pilot, very charismatic. He #chased booty like it had the antidote in it. Fun to be around, but he looked exactly like a bag of smashed assholes. So, it was awkward and disgusting to have him hanging with ya whilst trying to enjoy a meal.” #vss365

more windblown than chasing small joys like blossom 🌸 #DailyHaikuPrompt (wind) #vss365 (chase)

In my dreams All your vanishing love Intoxicating poetry Spring to mind Brightly hued flowers Serenading kisses I would always react Like a Juliet spoiled Alas, all left to perish I wake up here In living purgatory Just #chasing echoes... #vss365

“Is there a #nexus between satori, single malt and us?” “Pour me two fingers. Let’s ponder it as civilized naked folks.” “Remove my fedora, baby.” “Nope. It’s mine now.” “There’ll be consequences.” “Oh? Get rough and you might spill our booze. That’d be a travesty,” she purred. #vss365

Breathing Fire Beneath cool surface Countdown precedes inhale deep Exhales launch #rockets #vss365 #senryu #skywriting #Blueskywriting #poetry #3lines

“All the rules of aviation are written in blood.” — @therickwilson.bsky.social Harsh, but true.

drizzled days but we climb we climb our own hills each one a beacon light up light that flame #DailyHaikuPrompt (drizzle) #TankaThursday (beacon)

The ferrule on the claw hammer handle kept the weapon sturdy, as Nick doled out bloody justice to a corridor full of goons. At the end of his dance of death, the walls were adorned with a Jackson Pollock-esque splatter of #congealed gray matter and crimson offal. #vss365

A Stair Way To The Stars I Do Not Climb I Float I Float In Your Arms #satsplat #poetry Host @craytusjones on X

#The_goddess_smiles from on high Watching her loyal subjects thrive They curry her favor through sacrifice Reaping rewards for an honored price. #moonmystic #poetry #skypoets #sff

in the dark season bonded settlers writing home new curses for Mars #ScifaikuSaturday (bond) #prompt #haiku

The first sip of a smoky single malt Scotch, the taste of your luscious lips, unwrapping you like a luxurious #lace clad gift, and binding your wrists. These are a few of my favorite things. #vss365

Untitled by Harry Bertoia, 1937 https://botfrens.com/collections/212/contents/137567

Word, Billy Shakes. Word!

i'm a walking shadow in the satin-blanket of night... and i hear it. the silence.​ gosh, how i marvel at its essence... that it can be both so soothing... and scream really loud... ©dww-Memoir WIP #silence #vss365 #writingcommunity #amwriting #writesky

Elemental Blows #Howling winds carry Heights of natural fury Humans cannot ease Deep freezing endless steeps bare Scorching dry miles without care #Blueskyrelay #Blueskypoet #poetry #Tanka

#Silence. That was space. Silence and a vast blanket of black. There was a reason it was called ‘space’. Because there certainly was a lot of it and very little of anything else. Planets? Stars? Moons? Pitifully tiny and insignificant and Dylan loved it. Only him and Magpie in nothing. #vss365

#silence is the cradle where words & visions gather one by one to compose the architecture of reveries these fleeting instruments that measure the infinite contours of the being #vss365 #blueskypoets 🖼️ by Renée

Before Moon, we imagined such silence together. Shh. On Moon, we heard nothing, felt it. We talked silence over, and over each other, to ourselves. Shh. Can't fight it. Pompom symphonies, yeahyeahyeahs. All ends in Shh. Now they say we should come home. And we answer like Moon. Shh. #vss365

As Nick dangled the goon off the balcony, he calculated the K-epsilon turbulence equation. “#Quit your squirmin’!” He launched dude towards the swimming pool — wanted him alive and scared shitless, but the goon slammed and splattered on the cement deck. “Oops,” Nick chuckled. #vss365

#𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑡! My brain screams at me 𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 — 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒! Free from the shackles of having to be 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 Is its smug retort 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 Yes 'should' is a demon that rules by fear 𝑆𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡 it persists 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜... 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 Ouch. #vss365

My brain cells Be too #sweet Aliens from a universe Lightyears away came along Like incy wincy spiders And ate them Today I am brain cell less Today, I can’t be Anybody’s kind of normal Today I’m an aliens Sticky toffee Slash Tapioca pudding #vss365

Rory had done the impossible! Well, for him, at least. Only for the challenge, he had attempted a group cavern alone and it had come close to besting him so many times. More than once he had considered running away, but to finish it, alone, was such a #sweet feeling. An accomplishment. #vss365

“She was radiant—in that freshly scrubbed, #sweet smelling, sundress wearing, woman-next-door kind of way. But her bedroom eyes betrayed a malicious mischief that was totally my jam. What is it with me and potentially evil dames?” #vss365

As she glided up to the bar on graceful rolling hips and long shapely legs—a strong ocean breeze danced over her cocktail dress, a minimal reveal of a thigh holster. Her intelligent, intense eyes took my #measure. The dangerous mystery of her was a tonic to my senses. #vss365

Rory prepared himself for the next, sprawling adventure. This one would take him some time and he wanted to do it all in one session, without few pauses even for natural things like eating. He got himself an extra few packets of sweets and crisps, and energy drinks, just for good #measure. #vss365

Our icebreaker ship crunched toward the frozen island. “Cold,” I managed, as my coffee #turned to snowflakes. “You volunteered, captain obvious.” An ice-kraken rocked the ship, snatched Bob off the deck, and squeezed him into an explosion of crimson shards. I liked Bob. #vss365

I’m walking one way Sometimes I’m thinking The world behind me’s Spinning the other But i’m not #turning Around to chase it I see the horizon ahead It’s waiting in colours hello Imma run to it barefooted #vss365

Nick went to take a leak—returned to spy a big dog, wearing a sailor’s cap, on the bar lapping up his bourbon. “What the—“ “Cap’n Riff-Raff lives here, and I don’t like you.” The Cap’n watched Nick throw the bartender a beating, and pour himself and the pooch #fresh drinks. “Good dog.” #vss365

Veil of Winter Snow fallen #fresh glows No traveler leaves a mark Blight absolved beneath #vss365 #haiku #3lines #poetry

“Zee #schism within zee schism within your cluttered mind has caused chaos with your executive functioning...and made you revert to a bleating sheep.” “Maahaa, baaah, meep!” “Yes, you desire a cheeseburger, but your internal schisms must choose only one cheese.” #vss365

Don't #think on an empty brain. #7syllablesentence

“Did you feel that?” “The #schism? Happens every year.” She yawned. “How did you think it worked?” “It felt like an earthquake!” His eyes widened. “Some people can’t wait for a year to end, others dread the new one. Causes a rip. Repair itself in a few days…hopefully.” #vsspic #vss365

My peeps know me so well! #film for #Xmas