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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

LET'S GO TO THE MALL! English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Escrita

"You’re going to have to be my guides. I’m not sure I know the city anymore."

"You wanna go to the biggest shopping centre, yeah?" asked Ryan, walking beside us again. I nodded. "Bus just up the road to the city centre, then the metrolink. You’ve already got your pass, so we're sorted. LET'S GO TO THE MALL, EVERYBODY!" he shouted in a sing-song voice, throwing in an energetic dance. "Damn, you lot haven't watched How I Met Your Mother, so you don't get the references."

He took two seconds to judge us before going back to humming about going to the mall, dancing around with little skips and erratic movements.

Melanie leaned in and covered her mouth with her scarf before whispering to me:

"Do you think he’s like this because he drinks four coffees a day, or does he have to drink four coffees a day to manage being like this?"

"Neither option sounds particularly healthy, but we like Ryan just the way he is."

I only needed 0.001% of his upbeat energy to change my life.

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The #WIPSnips word for July 1st is "scarf" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

SteveG ⏳🖋️🩸📚 💙 @stevegwrites.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

#WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity 🖋️📚💙 From The Last Heretic

Lunius 21—late afternoon
Phyrgias’s house creaks under the evening wind.
I sit hunched near the broken hearth while Festus broods over a goblet of sour wine.
He speaks without looking at me.
Festus: low, dry. "You need a whisper carried. Fine. I’ll find a throat loose enough to pass it."
He stands, stretching until his joints crack.
Festus: "One of the kitchen girls still blushes at your name. The plump one with the quick feet. Sabina, they call her. She’ll want silver."
I toss a small leather pouch onto the splintered table.
The silver inside clinks like brittle bones.
Archie: "Give her that, and a line she won't forget. She’s too seek out Agatha and pass it along."
He cups his hands around his mouth, mocking a whisper.
Archie: "At cockcrow, wait in the labyrinth garden near the eastern quarter. Wear a yellow scarf. Bring a friend."
Festus stretches again, preparing himself for the task. He departs.
No ink.
No paper.
Only a whisper.
Whispers can work miracles.
Lunius 21—evening
Festus’ lodging now smells of wet stone and simmering grease.
I sit hunched near the hearth, the monk’s robe folded at my feet.
Festus returns, brushing rain from his shoulders with a grunt.
He tosses a small leather purse onto the table—the pouch that once held the silver.
Festus: gruff, almost fond "Message carried. Coin spent. Sin committed—self-absolved"