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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks

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Writer of weird stuff. Dog aficionado. Lover of the eclectic. Editor and audiobook narrator, too. www.amelialrigby.com

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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
@crookedspinepress.com There is an especially awesome story in Crooked Spine Press, that I had the honor of editing for the amazing @willowhisper.bsky.social ! Out now! Go check it out! If I Clicked, Would You Come Running? #WriteSky #horror #writingcommunity
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
Sniff! So many instances of sniffing in this story, most of them Bee-related. #WriteSky #dogs #fantasy #comingsoon #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #sniff
	Bee's fat, squared snout was immediately sniffing Cass all over, pressing her wet nose here and there on Cass's face, hair, and clothes, taking an inventory of all the places she had been since they were separated. “I missed you too, my pretty girl,” Cass assured her, feeling the hound's crooked ears and breathing in her musky, dusty scent. Bee was a mammoth of a hound at nearly a hundred pounds, muscular and tall, with her head going to Cass's waist when she stood upright on all four paws. At two years old, she was bigger than any other female dog in town, and Cass took a certain pride in those broad hocks and massive head, though it wasn't as though Bee wouldn't have been a big girl no matter what Cass did.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 11/08/2026
Cass, who has never known bio family, would describe it as 'those who have always been by my side.' Hare would further define this as those who would choose him through no sense of obligation, and who also aren't utter douchebags. Found family is a big theme. #QueerPrompts #WriteSky #characters
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
The smell of the secondhand section in an old bookstore . . . sigh. #BookSky #books #reading #nostalgia
Image description: Tumblr post reading 'Oh to be eleven years old and finding a life-changing obscure paperback in the library.'
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 26/07/2026
Looking for an audiobook narrator without the hoops and catches of places like ACX? Hit me up! #WriteSky #Audiobook #writingcommunity #narration #indiepublishing #selfpublishing
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 22/07/2026
The grand rabble. #WriteSky #WIPSnips #comingsoon #Rebellion #fantasy #epic #postapocalyptic #writingcommunity
	With a few exceptions and latecomers such as Cass herself and Ferran, Rustrock was comprised of the rabble from Lava Town – Cass distinctly remembered it being explained to her this way as a child, when she had thought the word 'rabble' had something to do with rocks. The rabble and the rabble's children and grandchildren, more accurately. Depending on who was asked or the mood they were in when you asked them, it might also be said that they had been the working class, the physical laborers, or the slaves. But the schism had been coming for much longer than sixty years, and when they had moved to revolt from the much larger settlement, they had done so definitively.
	“We took almost every single weapon,” Basia had told the children in one of her many history lessons that went along with teaching them to read and write. “We took almost every single hound. Hope's Wood did not give up its workforce easily, but we made it because we out-thought them and because we had much more to fight for.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 21/07/2026
Let's see - leatherworking, mapmaking, Da Vinci's flight inventions and blueprints, decomposition, blacksmithing, flintlock mechanisms vs revolvers, volcanos (so much about volcanos and tectonic plates) . . . #FantasyIndiesJuly #WriteSky #nerd #fantasy #writingcommunity #volcanos #somanyvolcanos
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 20/07/2026
My schedule opened up! If you're looking for someone, I can get started with a quickness ✨ I specialize in speculative fiction and weird stuff, and offer developmental editing, proofreading, and everything in between. Shoot me a message! #WriteSky #editing #services #books #writingcommunity
Looking for an editor? Free sample edit! See if we're a good match! Amelialrigby.com
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 19/07/2026
Where there's smoke, there's Francis. #SundaySnips #writingprompts #WriteSky #smoke #writingcommunity
“. . .  not going to find a damned thing,” Francis was saying, “mostly because there isn't a damned thing.” Cass was able to make out a thin cloud of smoke through the trees before she was able to see them, and it was Francis that stepped into view first. He was carrying his glider across his shoulder, neatly folded to become only a bit thicker than a walking stick. His black hair was tied up in a bedraggled knot that was no longer doing the job of keeping it out of his eyes, and he held a thin cigar between his teeth, the source of the strong-smelling smoke. Cass had seen him many times, but rarely had the opportunity to get a good look at him: Francis's skin was a shade of dark gold, cut through by the white of a deep scar on his chin that was visible even through the dark stubble. He had the air of someone compensating for being a little shorter and softer-looking than the others – Ferran came to mind, though she would never let him know she compared the two  – and come to think of it, Cass was sure that this was the same one that Hare had gotten into a fight with when they were about fourteen. He had been proud of the vibrant purple bruise under his eye. That fight had apparently not done much to prevent their companionship as they grew, however. “And everyone knows it. It's to get us out of their hair.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 18/07/2026
Cass just wants to fiddle with obsolete technology and the plot keeps getting in the way. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #epic #fantasy #postapocalyptic #writingcommunity
“Are there towers around here?” Velt asked, taking a seat on the blanket next to the buzzing Caster. 
	“Towers?” Cass began to turn one of the dials, and all kinds of delightful sounds started emanating from the machine, even if they were harsh, like thick paper being crumpled repeatedly. She looked over at Velt to see that he was arching an eyebrow in her direction. 
	“For the signal? No? You don't know how to use it,” he observed finally, though he didn't say it in a scolding way. He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, making himself comfortable. 
	“Well, no, I don't,” Cass replied a little defensively, turning another of the dials so that it crackled even louder. “Do you want to teach me? Is there some way I should be using this?”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 16/07/2026
I think if I had to choose one, I would go with a more character-focused Mad Max. You've got your far post-apocalyptic designs, rough people and brutal plots. I'd like to think Furious Sun has more humor and softness to it, but I still see the comparison! #SummerofStories #WriteSky #MadMax
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 16/07/2026
The word this week is 'rush'. Like being rushed in leaving, or being rushed by a yow . . . #WriteSky #WIPSnips #suspense #comingsoon
	“Bee, come,” Cass said quietly, firmly. Bee ignored her, locking eyes on the threat instead. Cass knew at once that she was foolishly unprepared: her machete was snugly holstered to her side, and in the rush to leave Rustrock, she had not even brought her damn pistol. She was afraid to make any large movements, afraid it would trigger the attack all the faster, so she placed her hand slowly on the handle of her machete. “Bee, come on, honey.” She tried to say it a little sweeter, but her voice was quavering. “I can handle it. Come on.”
	But in a blink, the yow and Bee were at each other's throats, on top of one another, limps flailing and the air filled with snaps and growls.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 16/07/2026
Reviews coming in for The Coven of Cagliasaro! Shoot me a message if you're looking for a narrator! #WriteSky #audiobook #fantasy #witch #indiepublishing #review
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
Another Ferran part for today's #SundaySnips There are a variety of disabilities represented in Under the Furious Sun, very much on purpose. Ferran is one of our mains, so his come up a lot: he is deaf and non-verbal. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #representation #fantasy #drink
The darker it got, the more magical the clearing looked, with everything beyond it looking pitch black. Cass and Anya tried to keep close to Ferran, having learned long ago that he avoided situations such as this one for just how difficult it became to understand anything that was going on since he couldn't read lips as well and there was nearly no one making the effort to sign or look him head on. He looked sour and glowering as usual while he drank some of the Kisian tea and made a variety of distasteful and then intrigued expressions before taking another drink. The mask Anya had painted onto him made him look so attractively strange that he kept receiving second and third looks by passersby that didn't recognize him at first glance. Ferran would have looked even grumpier if he'd noticed.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 11/07/2026
Fire-Fuck attacks. #WriteSky #writingcommunity #WIPSnips #attack #representation #fantasy #humor
Ferran motioned around them and signed with a pointed expression – 'Lava Town.' His gesture for Lava Town was the one he used for 'fire' combined with a rude gesture. They had decided on this as children, as with many of Ferran's signs. If it had a direct translation, Cass would say it was 'Fire-Fucks.'
	“But would they attack a random peddler?” Anya said skeptically. “That isn't their usual routine . . . I don't think.”
	“Who's to say they're a peddler?” Cass said, giving another long look around them before stepping forward and beginning to work on the knots that closed off the tent.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 11/07/2026
I mean . . . right there in the title. Cass has a tattoo of the sun on her back, hence the image. The title also comes from the fact that they're in a very arid desert-adjacent area with a blistering hot sun during the droughts. Lots of sun stuff! #WriteSky #JulyWorldbuilders #writingcommunity
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 10/07/2026
It had to be a snippet of Hare. Whether or not others in the story get his sense of fashion or not, his demented Lost Boy vibe shines through. #WriteSky #SummerofStories #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt #fashion #fancy
Cass had involuntarily clutched at her chest and nearly fell backwards, and was all the angrier for it when Hare grinned in response. “What are you, a cat?!” was the best insult she could come up with in the moment.
	“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I like cats.” He looked much the same as he did on the hilltop, with the moonlight catching on the buckles of his boots and on some bauble in his hair. Somehow, though, even though it was dark now, Cass felt like she could see him better: The shirt he wore was some kind of soft leather that laced up at the front, there was an extra piercing she didn't remember in his ears, and if she was just a little closer, Cass was sure she could make out the freckles. His hair still did not lay flat in the least, but he still had excellent cheekbones.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 09/07/2026
Keep. #WriteSky #writingcommunity #fantasy #postapocalytpic #characters #prompts
	Something cold had dropped through Cass's chest. “Harlow's son taking over?” She repeated, ignoring his pointless flattery. 
	“Yes, Harlow the younger, now that Harlow senior's health has gotten to be what it is. I wonder if they'll keep using that boring naming convention,” Gregor mused, and then catching sight of the look on Cass's face, he burst out in laughter, a raucous sound. “You didn't know about Harlow's health either? How is it that you two are neighbors and you don't even catch wind of the loudest gossip!”
	Cass tried to regain her composure, glancing over at Bee and seeing that even she was watching Cass closely. She had begun to pace the room without realizing it. “It isn't like we chat with one another. And it isn't as though there is any love lost between Harlow and anyone here.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 09/07/2026
Not much but I'll just say, since it's called Under the Furious Sun, that it's post lots of global catastrophes and it's real hot. #WriteSky #JulyWorldbuildings #sun #writingcommunity
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 09/07/2026
Anyone interested in a gloriously witchy #audiobook ? I can get you a free promo code from audiobooks.com for anyone who would be willing to leave a review after listening! Written by Carol Ann Moore and narrated by myself. #BookSky #audio #witch #pagan #WriteSky
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 08/07/2026
Before next quarter . . . #WriteSky #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #actingafool
	On Marco's other side sat Farah Deloros. The Council member of the South District had claimed the seat closest to Hare with a quickness that was unusual for her. She wasn't being quick now, however. “Half of the fields were razed and then replanted in an effort to curb the pests,” she droned, staring at her plate as she did as though she were reading from it. She had to have been in her seventies now, though Hare could not remember a time when the small woman's face had not been heavily lined. She had been kind to Hare when he was a little boy, giving him candy and ensuring that his parents saw her doting on him. It had ended as soon as his 'acting a fool' began, as his Father called it. His acting a fool had never subsided, so she still didn't like him. They said that her wits were slowing, but she still adeptly oversaw her District, and she reported on every detail. Slowly. “It should all grow back by next quarter. The farmers in charge are, of course, distressed . . .”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 07/07/2026
An announcement! The Coven of Cagliasaro, by Carol Ann Moore and narrated by yours truly, is on Audible! Such a fun, exciting project to be a part of, and I highly recommend the book. And if you're looking for a narrator for your audiobook, you know where to find me! #WriteSky #BookSky #audiobook
The Coven of Cagliasaro by Carol Ann Moore, now on Audible
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 06/07/2026
This tends to pop up in whatever I'm writing, intended or not; in the primary culture Under the Furious Sun is set in, gender and sexuality aren't seen in a strict binary, but that isn't true for every culture in the story. #WriteSky #QueerPrompts #nonbinary #reading #queer #writingcommunity
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 04/07/2026
A description of Ferran, one of our mains, and his round face: #WIPSnips #WriteSky #books #characters
	Behind Cass and Anya, Ferran was half-sprawled in the narrow back seat, and if Anya's expression showed her displeasure, his showed a full spectrum of sadness, anger, and a resigned acceptance of how dreadful things were, all flashing through his face somehow at once.  It could not be said that his not talking limited his communication or expressiveness: Ferran had been perpetually like a lightning strike for as long as Cass had known him, and that had been a decade now. He was loud and bright in his own way. His already pale hair had long since been bleached near-white by the sun, currently cropped short enough to stay out of his way, and was unkempt and dirty as usual. His face was round, and Cass always thought a little feminine. This might have softened his features, but it somehow did not. His skin was a few shades darker than his hair, and this also because of the sun's work on them all though he still managed to be among the palest in Rustrock. As he stared around the horizon, patrolling their perimeters like the hounds would, Ferran flicked each of his fingers into the air, one after the other at a rhythmic pace. A nervous tic that Cass had caught herself doing sometimes after being around it so much.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 04/07/2026
Come visit me at amelialrigby.com! On top of Under the Furious Sun's upcoming launch, I provide editing and audiobook narration services, specializing in speculative fiction. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWritersChat #writers #editing #audiobook
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 02/07/2026
Give me a boost. #WriteSky #humor #WIPSnips #reading #fantasy #writingcommunity
	She felt his hands grab her by the feet and push her upward. It wasn't enough. 
	“I said give me a boost.”
	“How do you want me to do it? You're going to get hurt or you're going to be mad at me-”
	“I swear to every god, Julius,” Cass snapped though gritted teeth, beginning to slide back downwards in spite of her best efforts.
	“Well, don't do that.”
	Before Cass had time to react, he had all but thrown her, boosted from her ass, and she hit the ledge of the top of the rock hard, knocking all the breath out of her. She just managed to throw her arms up and hold on.
	“Are you alright?” Anya called worriedly while Cass tried to breathe again. 
	She tossed the pickax on the vastly uneven rocks ahead of her, silently thankful that she didn't bonk herself in the face with it. “Yes,” Cass said in a little hiss, scrabbling upwards with every bit of strength her arms and legs could gather and dragging herself over the top.
	“She's going to be mad at me now,” Julius muttered from below.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 01/07/2026
This was the only line that wasn't either spoiler-ific or R-rated. #WriteSky #HumpDay #WritingCommunity #BookSky
“Why are you giving me that look?” he asked in a scandalized way, “I would have been much more inventive with my defacement of a shrine, I promise you.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 01/07/2026
A diplomatic offering description featuring a scarf. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #books #fantasy #postapocalyptic
The evening before the trip, Cass took her bike out on the dirt paths outside of town, just her and Bee. No clandestine meetings this time, but despite the fact that she would be traveling soon, she felt the keen need to wander. She had sorted through and helped Berlin neatly wrap the gifts that had made the cut: a fine bottle of wine made by Geena (not the harsh stuff that Cass, Ferran, and Anya buried in the dirt), some of Bram's best leather, a sampling of the lovely-smelling soaps that Ariel had made (Cass hated to see them go. Even if they knew her techniques, it felt like giving away something precious to people who may not appreciate them as much), and a delicately made dagger from Tola's most active metalworking days. On its dark wood handle were carved flowers and thorns, and they wrapped it in a scarf that had been hand-painted by Anya. Cass thought that they had made good choices, at least. She hoped that the folks from Kisaint thought so, too.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 29/06/2026
The only social situations Cass struggles with are when she has to be sensitive and heartfelt. Otherwise, she's got it. #WriteSky #WIP #SnippetShare #socialskills #fuckoff
	“Cass!” A familiar voice came from above, drawing Cass's eyes to Geena's roof and the legs that casually dangled over the side from where their owner rested. “Bring me back something good?”
	Cass faced forward again and kept her pace while the men behind Julius chuckled knowingly. She'd just caught sight of him, still idly holding the hammer, covered in sweat and giving her a brilliant grin. But she was unwilling to give him the satisfaction. “Not a damn thing, Julius,” she called back firmly.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 29/06/2026
Don't you hate it when responsibility catches up to you? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips #comingsoon #fantasy #postapocalyptic #fiction #reading
	Her distraction was such that, on the next morning while she was gathering water from the well's pump, she let her guard down enough for some responsibility to finally catch up with her. 
	“You've been avoiding me like I have the plague, child,” Basia said from directly behind Cass. 
	Cass jumped like she'd been scalded, knocking the bucket against the metal of the pump and causing an uncomfortably loud clatter in the process. When she turned, she found Basia standing there with a sullen look on her face and her arms crossed. Cass suddenly felt like she was a child again, caught and scolded for getting herself muddy and bruised. Her initial thought was unbidden – How does she know? Fortunately, within the moment it took her to stand and awkwardly clear her throat, she had realized Basia in fact did not know, and was giving her that look because of her outburst in the meeting days ago, and probably her adventuring since. “Basia, I . . . haven't been avoiding you, I only-”
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Tits McGee @scientits.bsky.social · 28/06/2026
‘Say yes and never do it’ Mel Brooks knew how to deal with the studios
You have some wonderful stories of basically getting away with stuff at the studios.

I’d learned one very simple trick: say yes. Simply say yes. Like Joseph E. Levine, on “The Producers,” said, “The curly-haired guy—he’s funny looking. Fire him.” He wanted me to fire Gene Wilder. And I said, “Yes, he’s gone. I’m firing him.” I never did. But he forgot. After the screening of “Blazing Saddles,” the head of Warner Bros. threw me into the manager’s office, gave me a legal pad and a pencil, and gave me maybe twenty notes. He would have changed “Blazing Saddles” from a daring, funny, crazy picture to a stultified, dull, dusty old Western. He said, “No farting.” I said, “It’s out.”That’s probably the most famous scene in the movie, the campfire scene.

I know. He said, “You can’t punch a horse.” I said, “You’ll never see it again.” I kept saying, “You’re absolutely right. It’s out!” Then, when he left, I crumpled up all his notes, and I tossed it in the wastepaper basket. And John Calley, who was running [production at] Warner Bros. at the time, said, “Good filing.” That was the end of it. You say yes, and you never do it.

That’s great advice for life.

It is. Don’t fight them. Don’t waste your time struggling with them and trying to make sense to them. They’ll never understand.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 28/06/2026
This is such a large plot point that I hate to say too much on it. #WriteSky #QueerPrompts #Pride #BookSky
	“I know who the Enforcers are,” Cass cut in, unable to help it as she gave him a pointed look. “They're usually talked about in Rustrock as the ones who would come find you and beat the shit out of you if you missed work.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 26/06/2026
I had way too much fun thinking this through for all my characters, but for our mains: Cass - warrior (naturally) Ferran - healer / rogue Anya - bard (moral support) The real balance of the team comes in later, but not bad! #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #DnD #prompts #fantasy #reading
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 24/06/2026
I have written far past 107, but that page is literally one of the most spoiler-ific you could choose. So here is some of 11: #WriteSky #Wednesday #fantasy #dogs #postapocalyptic #amwriting
	Cass tried to keep the subject away from herself and from the misadventure, knowing full well that she would have to tell Basia momentarily anyway. “I need to talk to that damn peddler about trading you any.” She turned her back to the woman's cold stare, shuffling around the place and putting things away, peering in at the stew, lighting the lamp as she went. Things to keep her hands busy.
	“Ha,” Basia said humorlessly, watching Cass walk around the small room. “Because he would listen to you over me. And you feed this dog of yours too much, girl. She was after me for food all the time.”
	“Only because she was testing what you'd give her,” Cass said.
	“Turn that light off, I'm not reading anything,” Basia puffed at her pipe some more while Cass pretended she hadn't heard her. “Well? Did you find your treasures and have some fun?”
	“They weren't treasures for me,” Cass snapped back, keeping her eyes averted as she added, “I have a few things to talk to that peddler about, actually.”
	“Oh, so did you not find what you were looking for?”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 23/06/2026
From an upcoming bonus story that will be released for free with Part 1! #WIPSnips #penalty #comingsoon #WriteSky
“I propose a penalty for those drinking the weakest drinks,” Rainer announced, dragging a chair over. 
	“I agree,” Francis said quickly, looking pointedly at Hare. 
	“What did I ever do to you?” Hare wondered, setting down his wine with a sigh. 
	They had just gotten to the point of starting the game, Priya leading the charge as she usually did by throwing a couple coins down and announcing the round's goal, when a creak on the stairs and a raspy voice announced that the last of the Flock had joined the party.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 21/06/2026
Would you take a vacation in the city of angry death? #LGBTQWriteAThon #WriteSky #jokes #pride #June
	“There's a place not far north of here,” Cass began, leaning in eagerly, “We call it the Great Basin. A huge civilization used to be there. Do you know it?”
	“Yes,” Velt said, scratching his neck absentmindedly as though checking for stubble. He was very cleanly shaved. “They call it . . .” He said a long string of words in the Kisaint tongue, screwing up his face in thought, before finally adding, “It translates to something like Death City, or the Home of Death. But specifically a violent, angry death. There are a lot of words for death.”
	“Oh,” Cass said, while Anya patted her on the shoulder.
	“Yes, Cass, let's go to the city of violent, angry death, shall we?” Anya joked. “Sounds delightful. I am going with Jaq to try some of that jam.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 20/06/2026
Kill your darlings. Obviously there are times when I do this, but I think it's become so pervasive for beloved characters to be killed off for shock value. Maybe I don't WANT stories where everyone's dead before their arc is complete because it's gritty and dark. #WriteSky #BookSky #reading
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 20/06/2026
Lounging. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #reading #prompts #awkward #fantasy #books #postapocalyptic
“A toll?” Basia spoke up, and Cass heard Berlin's sharp intake of breath. There was no stopping her now, however. “You maintain the roads – who built them?”
	“Certainly not you,” Harlow replied with some amusement in his voice clear now. There was a light ripple of laughter from some in the crowd. 
	Berlin quickly responded, raising his voice before Basia had a chance. “I'm afraid we didn't bring anything to pay a toll with, Harlow.”
	“And how is that my problem to solve?” Harlow cut him off, still lounging comfortably against his handlebars. Cass caught Hare's reaction to this – sucking the air in through his teeth in a cringe. The reaction from the friends around him were similar, with the girl covering her initial grin and turning away like she couldn't watch. It was not very reassuring.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
Grime, strong enough to sprout hairs on your chest, wretched enough to knock them off again. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #fantasy #postapocalyptic #reading
	Cass let out a breath slowly, while a few feet away a group of people, mostly men, had gathered to drink some Grime. She watched them, deciding to be quite interested in the show of it in order to avoid talking to those around her. It was a traditional liquor reserved for special occasions, supposedly as a test of strength, and an old tonic for those about to go into battle. As the saying went – 'strong enough to sprout hairs on your chest, wretched enough to knock them off again.' It was a secret recipe passed down among a select few, and Julius and Lester's father was the current favored brewer, which meant they were always included in the drinking whether they liked it or not. 
	“Come on, get in here you two!” Their father called out to Bram and Ferran. 
	“No thanks, I like my guts intact,” Bram replied in his deep rumble, before throwing his arm around Ferran's shoulders. “And I believe the rule is that you're exempt if you've still got your kill's blood on you.” Ferran stared up at him, his eyes huge.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 18/06/2026
Ferran - resort to violence immediately. Cass - give one, maybe two warnings, and then violence. Anya - attempt to ensure that Cass and Ferran don't find out so that violence doesn't happen. #WriteSky #QueerPrompts #Pride #violence #reading #postapocalyptic #charaters
Ferran motioned them both on with a sharply pointed look. 
	“And what's your problem this time, Feral?” Lester growled. Ferran made a rude gesture in his direction and mouthed a few words that could not be misinterpreted, and Lester visibly bristled.
	Before Cass could intervene herself, Julius had reached out and given Lester a sharp smack on the back of the head. “What, are you trying to start a wrestling match in Bram's yard? Go on, you pup.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 17/06/2026
Some exploration - Under the Furious Sun is a good book for you if you like some old ruin spelunking with your drama and fantasy. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #adventure #fantasy #postapocalyptic
“What do you think happened in here?” Julius asked uneasily, while Ferran prodded at the debris of a collapsed shelf. 
	“Well . . . I don't know about this raider camp in particular, but they were probably wiped out at some point. I guess violently,” Cass said, looking down at the feet of the skeleton. They hadn't been wearing any shoes when they died, or perhaps someone had taken the shoes as loot. “Or maybe these weren't even the raiders. Maybe the raiders joined Lava town and these were . . . who knows?”
	Julius did not reply, but she could tell he was looking forward to getting out of the cramped rooms already. She wondered if they were underground. It felt like a cave. 
	The next room they entered was different, wider, with taller ceilings and a slightly raised platform in the middle, like a stage. There were busted barrels and crates lining the walls, and tables and chairs here and there, some still standing and some in splinters. Cass and the others held their lanterns high for the light to travel to the other side of the room. There were signs of old hangings on the walls, tattered and slashed or rotted enough to fall off. She tried to imagine what the room might once have been as she stepped carefully onto the platform, which creaked and groaned under her boots.  How many had lived here once?
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 15/06/2026
Any guesses on who the Enforcers are? #WIPSnips #era #comingsoon #WriteSky #reading #fantasy #postapocalyptic
	“I know who the Enforcers are,” Cass cut in, unable to help it as she gave him a pointed look. “They're usually talked about in Rustrock as the ones who would come find you and beat the shit out of you if you missed work.”
	“Oh,” Hare blinked in surprise. “Well, I'm sure that was a part of my grandfather's era. But I'm not aware of anything like that happening now. They usually just wander around and don't do much of anything.”
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 12/06/2026
I got so excited when I saw the word was 'blade' today. There are several I could use for this one. I like blades. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #blades #adventure #fantasy
	Cass ended the pitiful thing's pain with a quick slash through the neck. Even a yow didn't deserve to die slowly, and this one had probably once been a perfectly normal deer. It had to be horrible  just to become a yow in the first place, Cass imagined, and now it couldn't even be used as food. They would burn this one and the other they'd found. One thing that the Elders had theorized was that it was spreading through corpses. Better to be safe than sorry. 
	Ferran was cleaning his blade off in the grass nearby. Anya was staring down at the dark blood pouring out of the yow with a disgusted but almost sad look. They hadn't even made it as far as the first of the northern ruins before running into yows this time. It was a large part of their purpose in coming out, though, so they had been prepared.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 11/06/2026
How long do ya got? Cass is covered from being used as a (willing) test subject while her friend learned the art; piercings and tattoos alike are very common among the lead character in Under the Furious Sun. #WriteSky #Prompts #tattoos #piercings #reading #AwesomeCharacters
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 10/06/2026
Leather working! How leather was tanned and preserved throughout the centuries, and the chemicals used to do it! Insert joke here about the importance of leather in the queer community. #WriteSky #pride #prompts #queerprompts #June #reading
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 09/06/2026
A part of Part 1, coming soon! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #prompts #reading #fantasy #comingsoon #warmth
She carried some guilt home with her, too, which surfaced when Anya asked her where she wandered off to today. Cass told a blatant lie about her restlessness and needing to take Bee out for a good run, and Anya seemed to accept it. It was useful to have a reputation as a hopeless rambler sometimes. But the lie did not feel right and she wished she could have been honest about her day. That said, Cass found that the guilt was fleeting. What she was mostly filled with was still that heady feeling of warmth and satisfaction, and that was what she carried with her throughout the rest of the day.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 08/06/2026
The prompt from #SnippetShare #WritingQ is Big Feelings! A snippet of your character being overwhelmed by emotion. In this snippet from the prologue, all 3 of the leads are overwhelmed with emotion - anger brought on by disappointment. #WriteSky #BookSky #bigfeelings
	If they had been quick on their route up to this floor, it was nothing compared to their ascent to the roof. It was lucky that the trader had no use of his traps in this direction, because they surely would have raced right into them. As it was, Cass holstered her blade and ran as fast as her legs would carry her, taking stairs two at a time and rattling the rotted floor beneath her. If there was a chance, it was a narrow one. But if they could just catch up to them before . . .
	Ferran stayed close behind her. Anya lagged further behind. Cass's legs and lungs were burning, but she kept pace, letting her rage fuel her. If she had slowed down enough to think of what she would do when she caught them, she may have given up the chase as futile, but as it was she just wanted to get her hands on the supplies and on the bastards that took them out from under her.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 08/06/2026
In the prologue! (which you can get free if you subscribe to the newsletter) A wise writer once said (paraphrased), 'Start as close to the end as possible.' I am a wordy bitch as it is, so I try to follow this. #WriteSky #JuneJottings #prompt #fantasy #reading #specfic
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 06/06/2026
What's happenin', folks? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #fight #comingsoon #reading
	“I'm giving my mother a chance to handle herself,” Julius replied. He was better at keeping his voice casual, though there was a strained sound to it. “Or I'll never hear the end of it.”
	“Good,” Cass said. She realized that she would loath to see him angry. It just didn't happen, and that was usually a sign that it would be bad when it did. “What do you think she'll do?”
	“Eh,” Julius made a face, “You remember the time she beat Ward with her shoe?”
	“Oh no,” Cass said. Next to her, Ferran looked bright-eyed and ready to help Nasrin in a fight that could not happen. Cass quickly tried to shooed him on. “He's probably just a little drunk, you know. You know, Julius?” She pushed, eager for some sign of goodwill or that he wasn't taking this seriously.
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Amelia L Rigby | Stories, Editing, Audiobooks @ameoddly.bsky.social · 06/06/2026
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writing #reading #prompts #fantasy #postapocalyptic
	Basia uncrossed her arms with a deep sigh, and reaching forward, placed her hand firmly on Cass's shoulder. “I do not agree with you, Cass. You know that much. But I'm not here to scold you.” She began to steer Cass, with her half-filled water bucket, toward her own house. “I think this use of your energy is a waste, your decisions are your own.” Cass looked around to see if anyone else was witnessing this uncharacteristic admission. “In fact, if you had given me a chance to tell you so in the first place -” Basia shot her another stern look out of the corner of her eye before continuing, “I would have told you that I am proud of you for your willingness to try and be a solution for these things.”
	Staring at Basia, who still wore a small frown but seemed to have lost her anger, Cass now found herself wondering if something had happened or if she was sick. She was proud of Cass, although Cass was doing something she specifically did not like? It seemed like a trick.
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