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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting

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she/her, 33 | dark fantasy author & media analyst | mom of a toddler boy & three cats | current wip working title: "The Bringer of First Light," adult dark fantasy

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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 10/03/2026
Didn't have any chapters in my wip so I'm gonna use part instead! This is from a flashback scene, before the Void destroyed the elven empire and changed everything for Anaya #WIPSnips #writingprompts #writesky #writingcommunity
“I do more than kneel in Sun Pools all day,” she said with a smile. Her veins thrummed, heat pouring into her limbs. When Elric swung at her again, her spine bent back like a reed on the wind, ducking underneath his sword.
“You cheat by using the Sun Mother’s Light.” Elric’s brow glistened. His eyes narrowed at her, but there was a playful lift to the corner of his mouth.
“It cannot be helped. It’s a part of me, just as much as your strength is part of you.”
Elric rolled his eyes, tossing his sword up into the air and catching it in his other hand with ease. He pointed it at her. “I may not be able to ever catch you with my blade, but I wonder, dear sister, if you can land a blow onto me. Come, let’s see what you can do.”
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 08/03/2026
Tfw your dark fantasy novel story and world get too big for one book and now your considering making it a duology
media.tenor.com
a man in a blue shirt and tie is pointing at a bulletin board with a lot of papers on it .
ALT: a man in a blue shirt and tie is pointing at a bulletin board with a lot of papers on it .
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 06/03/2026
Im a big fan of bittersweet endings myself! I love angst but i also like the angst to mean 6 Like I dont want my characters to suffer for nothing lol. So they get a little treat at the end for all the pain they endured 🤣
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 05/03/2026
Today's #WIPSnips - destroy! Just wrote this last night lol. First time Anaya ever swears in common ☺️ #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts
“Are you incapable of setting aside your pride for once in your life?”
“My pride is not the problem here! Since the moment I woke up, I have been dehumanized and degraded. I’ve been stripped of my dignity and agency. Everything I have has been destroyed or stolen from me. Even my fucking ear was taken!” Her voice cracked and her eyes burned. The temple seemed to tilt. “So don’t tell me my pride is the problem because it’s the only thing I have left.”
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 04/03/2026
#WIPSnips "Media" -> "Report" The Bringer of First Light centers around politics & religion in Elysia, formally known as Aelthyr. Swept up in an unrecognizable world ruled by humans instead of elves, Anaya must adapt as she's treating like a specime to be dissected and studied. #writesky #writing
“Why does it reject me?” he said, annoyance curling his mouth. He pushed Damien out of the way and set a glare onto Anaya. “What did you do to it?”
She fought hard to keep her lip from curling up in a smirk. Now was not the time to be smug. “Nothing.”
 “Figure out how to fix it.” The King stood and shoved the stone back at Damien who nearly dropped it when it scorched his hands as well. “Lock her up in the dungeon when they’re done here and post a full guard to her cell. Do not let her leave or talk to anyone. Bring me a full report tonight. I must now commune with the Creator.”
Damien nodded, pocketing the Sunstone. The king swept past him and left the chamber. Remaining on the steps, Damien turned his attention back to Anaya, watching down the slope of his nose as the scholars continued to examine her. The warmth of the Sunstone waned from her skin and her shame froze over, leaving her cold and shivering. She peered at Lucien once more. He was back to staring at his feet.
The scholars made more notes about her anatomy and physiology. They spoke of her body in numbers and angles as if she were a blueprint instead of a person. Graceful, they said many times over. Graceful and elegant.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
I'm late to #fantasyindiesmarch since its now day 3 so I'm going to play catch-up! This is for day 1! Me: 👩‍💻👨‍👩‍👦🐈🐈🐈‍⬛🎮🎶📚🗞📝☮️♈️🇺🇲🏳️‍🌈 WIP: 🧝‍♀️🧎‍♂️👩‍❤️‍👨🐺🏰🌫☀️🌙🪄🔮🗡🏹🛐❓️
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
Anaya’s most notable injury is permanent. One of her ears is severed during the story, an act meant as humiliation as much as harm. While the physical wound heals, the mental injury does not, and she has to nurture her wounded pride after having part of her identity forcibly stripped away #writesky
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
#WIPSnip - Counter you ever just feel like you describe things the same way all the time? cause same 🫠 #writingprompt #writesky #writingprompts
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
excited to announce that my short fiction “woman parts” will appear in this issue of slugger! the first issue was great & i encourage anyone interested in short horror pieces to check them out 💙🩸 #Writesky
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TRossi (she/her) @trossiwriter.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
And just like that, we are open for submissions. The world needs art and beauty, so send us yours. Guidelines @variantlit.com
Image announces journal Variant Lit is open for submissions, see guidelines on variantlit.com
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
Meet... ❤️LUKE WELLS (Shepherd?), 28❤️ Medical Examiner's Assistant 15 miles away Swipe left. I'm only here for one person. Even if I wasn't, we wouldn't match. Don't be selfish; be an organ donor. Luke is the protagonist of my "romance" novel, The Watchful Mr. Shepherd #H #A #W #UnhingedPit
What's In Luke's Bag
- Rice (Loose)
- Dead Bird
- Lubricant (next to a bottle of hot sauce)
- Cat Treats
- Air Freshener that smells like Kieran
- Work Badge (usually missing)
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
Meet... ❤️KIERAN SHEPHERD, 28❤️ Forensic Scientist 7 miles away I've blocked my ex on here 57 times. Sorry for late matches I enjoy drinking to escape reality. JK! But our first date should be @ a bar Kieran is the "love interest" of my "romance" novel, The Watchful Mr. Shepherd #H #A #W #UnhingedPit
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
❤️February is the month of love.❤️ No better time to reimagine my psychological literary horror as a contemporary romance #H #A #W #UnhingedPit
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
#WIPSnips Today's word is face! Here's a look at the opening scene from the Bringer of First Light 😃 #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky
Year 700 A.V.
“Hibernation chamber depressurizing.”
An ear-splitting screech tore through the dark, followed by a hiss of steam. Heat enveloped Anaya’s face and moisture filled her lungs. She swallowed, moss and decay coating the back of her tongue. When she licked her cracked lips, they tasted of sand and time.
“Depressurization complete.” A feminine, monotone voice echoed within her. An awful pressure swelled behind her eyelids. “Good morning, Anayárae Vaelthir.”
Stale air burst from her lungs, body lurching forward and eyes snapping open. A blue glow pressed against the darkness—dim, but sharp enough to worsen the ache in her skull.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
I imagine in a modern AU, Anaya's Instagram is very clean and aesthetic. She’s a rising star 🌠 (or should I say sun?) #f #a #w #UnhingedPit
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
🎶 Broadway proudly presents the Bringer of First Light: the Musical! 🎶 Or the musical AU nobody asked for 💃🕺 #F #A #W #UnhingedPit
Bringer of First lightThe old rein 
King
Seven Devils
How Villains Are Made
Golden 
Free
Lie
Devils backbone
The other side
OutroAnaya vaeltheir 140, sun elf, Ardësol city of sun
“I’ll take good care of your armor, na velora. I’ll try to make this right.”
“What am I? I am Álfrëi—Heliorae of Aelthyr!”
“Is chivalry dead in this part of the world? You’d have your wolf watch me depants myself, squat behind a tree and release my bladder and bowels? Allow me some dignity.”
“Very well, stay cryptic if you must. Can you untie me now?”
“Nael’súr! I know what magic feels like and that was dark, Void-touched magic.”
“Come to gloat? Remind me all magic is dangerous? We’ll you were right. Seems your monster finally showed her teeth.”
Lucien Grey 27 human oakstead
I should just kill you now. It’d save me a lot of trouble,”
“Magic? No. That wasn’t magic. I—I don’t have powers like that.”
“It’s no wonder the Elven Empire crumbled. Such arrogance.”
"Nobody’s ever seen an elf like you before. Besides that, you’re wearing armor plated with gold. That alone is sure to fetch a high price on the market.” 
“I bring you the last Sun Elf of Old Aelthyr.”
“Um…braiding your hair?”
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
#WIPSnips "walk" Lots of walking to choose from. Just thinking about it makes me tired 😪 #writingprompts #writingcommunity #writesky
“Where is Kindred?” Anaya asked, searching the wilds for the wolf. All she saw was the a shadowy figure lugging a cart of lumber down the bumpy road and a frail woman carrying a pail of water with both hands, water sloshing over the sides. 
Lucien shrugged, keeping hold of her elbow as he led them toward the dark skyline bleeding through the clouds. “She doesn’t care for Highreach much, so she’s gone her own way for now.”
Anaya frowned. If even Kindred would not enter the city, what hope had she?
On the near horizon, the towers of Highreach loomed. It wasn’t too late. She could still turn back and disappear into the Vale. Become one with the shadows. 
Lucien’s hand tightened on her elbow as if sensing her trepidation. No, there was no hope left for her now. Every path forward ended in lightlessness. 
With her chin held high, Anaya walked toward the black city and didn’t look back.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
#WIPSnips "Thing" I love embarrassing this man ☺️ #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts
“What? No!” Lucien’s cheeks turned noticeably pink even under the cowl. Much to her dismay, Anaya’s face didn’t fare any better. She wished she had a cowl to hide under, as well. Instead she was forced to hold her chin high despite being reduced to a voiceless object. Since when did she let men speak so crudely about her? Or speak for her, for that matter? This world really is cursed.
“She’s just—” Seemingly frazzled, Lucien pulled out several coins and shoved them into the innkeeper’s hand. “We’ll take that room now.”
 The innkeeper counted the coin while peering at Anaya’s wrists. “Why you got her all tied up? Wait—“ he shook his head and pocketed the coin before pulling out a rustic key and passing it to Lucien. “I don’t wanna know. But if it’s some kind of sex thing, try to keep it quiet, yeah? The walls here are thin.”
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 26/02/2026
Today's #WIPSnips highlight -> illuminate feeling fancy 💅 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Following the tracks, Anaya trekked deeper into the Vale, the thicket becoming dense and impossible to see through. Even though manifesting a guiding light would be foolish, she needed to see the path forward. Either she get swallowed by what lurks in the shadows or she starved to death. In that very moment — with her mouth dry as the Trebane Desert and stomach eating itself — being mauled to death by a monster sounded more humane.

Reaching inward, she found the golden orb barely flickering beneath her heart. Only a lick of power remained. Yet, when she pulled on it, the Sunstone sitting between her breasts thrummed. Heat blossomed under her sternum and spread to the tips of her finger. A golden light crawled down her arms, the old markings bestowed upon her skin shimmering to life. A familiar radiance illuminated the path forward.
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
IM THINKING OF ENDING THINGS X EILEEN Luke can dissect a body without flinching. Letting go of his ex-husband is another story. THE WATCHFUL MR. SHEPHERD is a psychological lit. horror featuring: 🏳️‍🌈LGBTQ+ 🧊unreliable narrator 📱stalking 🩸rising body count -and a past that bites #WSPIT #W #H #L #A
[On a background depicting a snowy landscape and trees, a gradient of white to red text reads:]
E.A HARKINS'
THE WATCHFUL MR. SHEPHERD
Tag Line: Some People Should Stay DivorcedMeet The Characters
Luke Wells/Shepherd 
- Protagonist
- Medical Examiner's Assistant
- 28 | gay? | Black Hair, Blue Eyes
- Intelligent, Clinical, Numb, Impulsive, Devoted

Kieran Shepherd
- the love interest?
- forensic scientist
- 28 | pansexual | dirty blond hair, honey eyes
- empathetic, alcoholic, emotional, guilt-ridden

[At the bottom of the graphic, over a series of pencil scratches in a smeared, bold red font:]
LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID"Only guilty people over explained, and Luke Shepherd was not guilty."
"The people accompanying him were dead...and that made their company all the better."
"He struggled to keep the sensation of Kieran's skin against his own close. It'd been so long since Kieran had willingly touched him so softly."
"The game was afoot."
"Sooner or later...the truth crawled its way out of the grave."
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Jax Devora (is writing) @jaxdevora.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
FFXIV x TENSURA When luckless Mick agrees to be his best friend Eleanor's adventuring partner, he expects to keep her safe, not for him to be turned into a divine dragon. Now he and Eleanor must face his mission to lead a war against the gods—but is destiny as inevitable as it seems? #WSPit #W #F
Moodboard of four images, all of which comes from various paintings by Alphonse Mucha:
Left: Salon des Cent. A woman conceals her mouth with a hand, her index finger curled down. She's glaring intensely at the viewer.
Middle top: The Moon. A woman wearing nothing but a navy blanket covered in stars stands against a backdrop consisting of the night sky and a crescent moon. She covers her smile with one hand.
Middle bottom: Emerald. A serpent snarls at the viewer from amidst green lilies.
Right: Poster for the 6th Sokol Festival. A woman in red, wearing a crown, sits as she clutches flower rings in her right hand and up her right arm. A ghostly, green image of a woman glares behind her.
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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
When an introvert is caught between a criminal org and her village, she’ll have to find her voice and make a choice: her village, her friends, or herself 📚 Trilogy ♀️ FMC 🌌 Mana 💥 Combat 💬 Banter 🐺 Companions Choose your retailer: linktr.ee/sagetgreene #WSPit #P #WSPitPublished #NA #Action #F #In
The Etheri series by Sage T. Greene. 3 book covers over a desert background. Book 1 (Etheri) cover: a hand reaching up over a galaxy background. Book 2 (Alive) cover: a hand reaching down over a galaxy background. Book 3 (Sapphire) cover: Two hands holding a large blue gem over a galaxy background.
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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
Enslaved by the Azantium Empire, Mæve discovers a world of star-born trees—sacred to the Lumani, exploited by her captors—and a fragile peace unraveling. As she fights for freedom, she awakens a power long forgotten. 🌿 The Chrysillium Tree 🌿 #WSPit Published #P #A #F
Moodboard for The Chrysillium Tree for the character Mæve. 
Female hands prepping herbs
an open cage
starry night sky
a full moon over a forest pond
a woman with dark hair and violet eyes lying in a field
tree branches and a starry night sky
a snowy owl by a country cabin
various herbs scatterd on a wodden table
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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
All they wanted to do was avert one little war. If only it has been that easy. Instead, they will uncover a plot involving ancient artifacts, petty gods, vanished dragons, and a secret threat to all magic. Can they hope to face the true threat behind it all? #DawnsBlood #WSPit #LGBT #A #W #F
Fox and Av'ry!

A red haired woman wielding a flame and a dark haired man with a glow stick stand in draconic ruins, near a waterfall into a deep chasm. 

Art by Nushdeco
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
THE BRINGER OF FIRST LIGHT ☀️🌙 ✨ The Elves built an empire on magic and divine providence. For millennia, they believed power proved they were chosen by the Twin Goddesses to lead. But when a schism between Sun and Moon elves divided them, humans found a way to steal their magic. #WSpit #W #A #F
The Bringer of First Light
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 24/02/2026
#WIPSnip for Neither Just a little ✨tension✨to start the day #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky
Lucien’s voice pulled her out if her syrupy thoughts. She hid her mouth in her arms and peered over at him from the corner of her eye. The faint flicker of firelight illuminated him just so, highlighting the way he swallowed thickly as he watched her with half-lidded eyes. Neither of them said a word to fill the hollow space, only watching one another in silence. Lucien could easily set the tray down and leave. Yet he lingered with the food in his hand, waiting to make sure she ate. His behavior perplexed her. He was a riddle Anaya simply couldn’t solve.
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Nick Harkins 🌟 Querying @dreadwrites.bsky.social · 23/02/2026
the protagonist of my psychological literary horror wip is luke, a divorced medical examiner's assistant. it follows him intimately, so readers get to live (and fester) inside his head, which has been so fun to write since luke has unusual psychology. 🧵1/3 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writing
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 23/02/2026
#WIPSnips Feb 23 Turning Science into Specimen since this WIP is dark fantasy and these people don't really have a term for science :) #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky
Lucien stood beside her, avoiding her gaze. Not that she looked at him. She couldn’t. Not after being reduced to nothing more than a curiosity — a specimen to dissect and study.

“Come,” he said, gently grabbing her elbow. She flinched away from him and turned her cheek, hiding her face in the folds of the hood resting on her shoulders.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 22/02/2026
Today's #WIPSnips - "metal" 🙂 #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity
Suddenly, the armor she wore felt suffocating. The hard metal pressed down on her throat and blocked her airway. She grabbed at the collar with her bound hands, tugging it away from her neck to no avail. The plate was closing in on her, digging into her rib cage and crushing her lungs. Her chest was too tight. She couldn’t breathe.
A cloak of darkness wrapped around her with a woosh. She was sure she had passed out until an intriguing scent of pine sap and damp soil caressed her nose. The shadow cast over her eyes lifted ever so slightly as Lucien adjusted the cowl on her head. She peered at him from beneath the hood, realizing a bit too slowly that he’d taken off his cloak and given it to her. The gesture would’ve been touching, if he wasn’t the reason she was being paraded in front of the entire city like a prized bounty.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 20/02/2026
#WIPSnips Feb 20th - Corner I don't know what to say about this one so. Enjoy an elegant elf woman wiping drool from her mouth 🤷‍♀️ #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 19/02/2026
#Febchantment In Aelthyr, magic was never neutral. It determined who ruled. Elves, naturally attuned to the arcane, saw it as divine inheritance — proof they were chosen. Humans saw it as something else... A barrier. A weapon. Power withheld.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 19/02/2026
#WIPSnips for Feb 19 — changing subtle to faint Enjoy this description of the bringer of first light's deuteragonist Lucien! #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompt
The hood covering Lucien’s face fell as he sat up, revealing fluffy, brunette hair cut short around his ears. Wind and travel had mussed it up, a couple curly clumps sticking up on the back and sides of his head. He had a strong jaw sporting a thin shadow that nearly touched the high arch of his cheekbones. Faint freckles dotted the bridge of his nose, which was softly rounded compared to the chiseled edges of his other features. The milky skin covering his face seemed as if it’d never felt the sun’s warm rays. 
What a sad life it must be, Anaya thought, frowning. She hadn’t even considered what it might be like to never see the Sun Mother’s radiant light or feel Her warmth upon your face.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 15/02/2026
#febchantment Day 15 In the world of Aelthyr, magic as we know it is only used by elves. There are 3 prominent clans: The Sun, Moon, and Wood Elves. Sun elves have an affinity for light manipulation & healing. Moon Elves specialize in water manipulation and the arcane. 1/3
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 15/02/2026
A little Bringer of First Light lore drop for today's #WIPSnips containing the word "never." #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompt
Ancient statues carved out of crumbling stone loomed through the shadows. Gloom obscured their faces, moss and vines draping over their tall, slender bodies. As Lucien drew closer, he spotted a long narrow piece of stone at the base of the statue, the long pointed tip poking out of the decaying underbrush. He bent down and plucked it from the earth, blowing away the dirt and turning the broken ear around in his hand. When he glanced up, peering through a curtain of ivy and weeds, he found a large circular stone slab sitting against a craggy rock face, subtly tucked beneath the cliff’s underside.
“Is this what I think it is?” Lucien ducked beneath the foliage as he approached, mouth slacked open in awe. Legend said the Sun Elves of old took shelter from the Void in magical vaults hidden through Old Aelthyr. Back in Oakstead, where he was born and raised, his older brothers spoke of rumors they heard while trading in Raemont. They claimed an ancient Elven vault had been discovered in Highreach, buried deep beneath the city. What happened after it’d been found, Lucien didn’t know. His brothers never bothered telling him that part of the story.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 13/02/2026
2/13 #WipSnips: Serious Another snippet from my wip. Anaya is going through it 😩 #writingcommunity #writesky
“It is all my fault, is it not?” Her voice was but a whisper, her own breath barely tickling the inside of her dry lips. Though her father had long since left this plane, for a moment, she thought she could hear his mystical voice tickling the tips of her ears.
You should have taken your devotions more seriously.
The very thought plunged a sharp dagger into her heart. She curled into herself and gripped at her breast, but the plate blocked her path. It weighed down on her sternum, its sharp edges stabbing into her lungs. Pushing herself off the hibernation chamber, she started to loosen the straps holding the armor in place, but before she could remove it, the radiant glint of Father’s Sunstone caught her eye, freezing her in place.
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Cameron A Malin @camalin.net · 12/02/2026
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 12/02/2026
Turning defense into protect for today's #WIPSnips This is an excerpt from my current dark fantasy wip Bringer of First Light! #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts
She hugged herself tight as a violent shiver rattled her teeth and bones. The sheer, emerald dress caressing her skin offered little protection against the biting air, and the blue light glowing in the far off darkness was too dim to truly see. She closed her eyes and focused on the constant thrum of power within her core. Even in the darkness, she could visualize it—a glowing golden orb pulsating in tandem with her heart. Smaller than usual. Dull and hazy. But it was enough.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 12/02/2026
Hops likes to be involved in the writing process. At this point, I'm gonna have to credit him as co-author
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
While magic is a main plot point of my wip, it's rare. In this world, magic is illegal & few can aptly wield it. Those who do, pay a price, exhausting both body and mind Also, there's a rather unsavory method for nulifying magic. To keep things fair, ofc! #febchantment #writingcommunity #writesky
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
If you see this, post a character that starts with K Katniss, you will always be famous
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
Another snippet from my finished manuscript, "God Hates This Town," a coming of age story set in the early 2000s #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
If looks could kill…
This was definitely his guy. He had the whole punk rock vibe going for him. Besides that, his page was playing Basket Case by Green Day. Adam didn’t need to look at the rest of his profile to know that this guy had good taste in music.
He’s perfect.
Adam clicked open the text box to send him a message, but his fingers hesitated over the keyboard, the blinking line taunting him. What was he supposed to say? Hi. I’m Adam Reeves. I saw your ad. I wanna join your band.
Ugh. That would be so lame, he thought.
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 09/02/2026
I swear it's impossible trying to find non-ai art & images on Pinterest. Like pls I'm trying to doomscroll ethically here 😩✋️
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A.M. Schmidt ☀️ Drafting @amschmidt.bsky.social · 09/02/2026
My first post & #WipsSip on my official author account! This is from my novel God Hates This Town. ‼️CW: Sexual Content‼️ #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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