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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

Gave myself a second chance at digital art and the result was this portrait of my WIP's main character, Peter Howe. #DigitalArt #OC #OriginalCharacter #WriteSky

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

Some cool weekly prompts going on at the WWAD Discord. This week's prompt broke me... CW: death of pet #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

I was ten when Dad wore a wide smile as he told me there was a surprise waiting for me in the stables. He had bought a caramel-coloured yearling and eagerly suggested I call him Pantaloon due to the big white socks on all four legs. And so I did. Pan was all legs back then, but I was sure he would grow to be the greatest horse ever.

Dad barely had the chance to get to know him. Much less watch me ride him.

Now I'm thirty-five and I'm brushing Pantaloon’s mane for the last time, trying not to choke on tears.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

I have been quiet around these parts, I'm sorry. But rest assured, writing has been going smoothly! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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B. van Bodegom 📃is AGENTED @bvbodegom.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

CABIN IN THE WOODS × JOHN DIES AT THE END × JUMANJI When their detective friend is murdered at their annual gaming retreat, 5 dads must rely on years of TTRPG experience—and puns—to solve the crime before they're all killed off like NPCs in a badly written supernatural campaign. #QuestPit #A #H #AG

Poster-style graphic with a black background and heavy red blood splatter. Large distressed white and red text reads “DAD BODIES.” A dagger runs horizontally through the letters, and a 20-sided die showing low numbers appears on the right. Along the bottom are black silhouettes of heads with X-shaped eyes. Beneath, smaller text reads “ROLL FOR FUCKERY,” and at the bottom: “A co(s)mic horror novel by B. van Bodegom.”

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

Peter's POV: discussing the relationship between Ryan and Daniel English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #aroace

I exhaled loudly. The paradox of hearing something that was simultaneously so completely new, yet so incredibly familiar, was making my brain hurt.

"It was never a topic he liked to discuss. But I’m glad he felt that comfortable with you." As I finished the sentence, a sour taste of jealousy lingered in my mouth.

"I forced him into it," Ryan said proudly. "But seriously, don't pull that face like you've just found out your brother has a terminal illness. He's sound. For a definition of sound. Everything's cool between us. I'll take it."

"Good for you," I muttered, letting the sound of hooves fade back into background music. "But if he really is that closed off to relationships of any kind, then what was his deal rushing things with you and now seeming a bit obsessed?"

"Obsessed?" Ryan repeated, back by my side again. His cheeks were redder than usual. "I'm flattered."

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

Peter's POV: the aftermath of going through his father's stuff English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

"Pete?" I heard a female voice in the distance, muffled as if it were coming from the bottom of the sea. "Pete?"

I opened my eyes slowly. They stung so much I felt a tingling in my nose.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" It was my mum's voice.

Here? I wasn't fully lying down, my legs were hanging off the side of the bed. I sat up, disorientated. It took me a moment to recognise the red bedspread on the bed I was on. I must have fallen asleep without realising.

"What time is it?" I rubbed my eyes.

"Nearly seven in the evening, I've just arrived home."

The text from the newspaper was still echoing in my mind. I didn't have to try hard to remember what I was doing before I threw myself onto the mattress, trying not to have an anxiety attack.

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We Write at Dawn @wwadcreative.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

Hello all✨ A little preview of the rest of the cover! A variety of stories packed into our first volume from a variety of authors across the globe! Releasing on the 30th of June (22days!!) you can grab your copy from Amazon soon!✨ #coverart #coverreveal #writercommunity #novel #writers

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

Back to the show jumping scene for a snip showing how hard it is for Jonathan to be satisfied with his results. Peter's POV. English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

I looked at the time. 72.61 seconds. An excellent time, but 0.2 seconds too slow to dethrone Amanda.
Jonathan looked back at the screen. Given the result, the tiredness in his expression was joined by a dejection that weighed heavily on his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He gave Kris's neck two sharp pats, but even that gesture seemed empty.
"I'm holding myself back from running after him," Vanessa said, sounding like a worried mother. "But it's better to let him blow off some steam first."
I nodded. As much as I wanted to go over and tell him that what he did was incredible, I didn't think his bad sportsmanship would treat me well. Following Vanessa’s lead, I stayed still and tracked him with my eyes as he gave a nod of acknowledgement and headed back towards the warm-up arena. I saw my grandmother quicken her pace to catch up with him by the gate, wearing a victorious smile that contrasted sharply with the melancholy radiating from Jonathan.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 22/06/2026

Peter runs into *the folded flag* English on alt CW: death of parent, panic/anxiety #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Escrita

I stood up and climbed back onto the stool to shut the door. It was then that a varnished wooden box caught my eye. My hands were drawn to it like magnets. The moment I touched it, I knew the hunt was over.

I stepped down from the stool carefully so the box wouldn't move too much. I sat on the floor with it in front of me. I took one, two, three deep breaths. There was no easing the tension in my chest.

With a click, I undid the metal clasp and slowly lifted the lid.

The second I caught a glimpse of an edge of royal blue, white, and red, my heart dropped into my lap. I shut the box close. I slumped back against the wall. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was as if I'd never closed the box at all. The colours of the Union Jack were burned into my eyelids.

I knew I shouldn't have meddled with it.

I pulled my knees to my chest. The box remained on the floor in front of me. It kept calling to me. I swallowed hard.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 20/06/2026

Fresh out of the oven: Peter can't find his horse after one month of not seeing him English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

I stayed in the lounge in front of the roaring fire to dry off. There was no one there; I was able to lose myself in the flickering of the flame.
I went down to the stables. It’s a bad sign when I let myself be impressed by the sight of the wide, gleaming corridor, flanked by polished wooden loose boxes. Everything so immaculate and sweet-smelling.
I approached Pan’s box. It was empty. My heart skipped a beat.
I headed to the paddock as fast as my dizziness would allow. I got another soaking for nothing. Pan wasn’t outside either. I hadn’t turned up, and he hadn't waited for me. Panic clawed its way up my chest.
I slowly followed the muddy track between the endless lawns and the heavy drops falling from the leaves of the trees. The main indoor school had its door open. I could hear a lesson in progress. I went in through the back and walked up the stairs to the mezzanine. It was silent. I walked around the sofa and leaned against the glass. In the arena, there were trotting poles on the ground and low jumps. Five horses in total. But none with four white socks.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

Peter and Florence meet again, but she's not happy with Jonathan English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

"Having you here today wasn't in the plans at all." Florence's eyes were red when she pulled away from me. She cupped my cheeks in her hands, as if making sure I was still the same person. "Took you long enough. Did you forget the way back? Idiot."
"I could ask you the same." I stroked her bare arms, the warmth radiating from her was real.
"I feel like I'm watching something I shouldn't be," said Ryan, who had stayed behind with Melanie and Jonathan. "I don't know. I'm not used to seeing you being so lovey-dovey."
"Put like that, it sounds like something else," I grumbled, feeling my cheeks burning.
I took a step back, making space for us to form a semi-circle in front of the house door, where Florence was still composing herself.
"Sorry, with all this I didn't even say hello," she said, before greeting Melanie and Ryan with a hug. "You lot? Here? Someone pinch me."
"I'm a professional at doing the impossible," Jonathan said with an overly wide, white grin, finishing with a smug wink.
With her arms crossed, Florence marched over to Jonathan. She had that expression that commanded respect.
"Oh, you... arghh!" She gave his ear a sharp tug. Jonathan’s gripes didn't move Florence one bit. "Gran called and told me everything. No need to act as if you've actually done something brilliant. Hypocrite." She let go of him, but still gave his cheek a hard pinch before leaving him alone. "Sore loser. You're supposed to get over that in primary school."

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We Write at Dawn @wwadcreative.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Author lineup, the FIRST EVER We Write at Dawn Anthology L. M. du Plessis - @smoking-gnu.bsky.social Jacob Foster - @fosterja8.bsky.social Solane Jute - @typhlosion.pmd.social Kiwa Lowe - @kiwapon.bsky.social Carolina Pereira - @carolinampereira.bsky.social Sam W. Tennyson - @MsBsandRs.bsky.social

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We Write at Dawn @wwadcreative.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Hello all✨ The long awaited Cover Reveal for the Anthology is here!! Both Cover art & design done by @augustsstudio.bsky.social Thank you to team who suffered through eye twitching when things weren’t aligning for print. Releasing on the 30th of June!✨ #coverart #coverreveal #writercommunity

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Vibes from Strider's Equestrian Estate being an elite riding school English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 31/05/2026

I can't wait for June 30th to come! Stay tuned for the first anthology of #WWAD! #Defiance #WritingCommunity #AMWriting

List of contributing authors for We Write At Dawn Anthology Volume One: Defiance. I am one of them!

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Taking a small break✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 31/05/2026

Good Afternoon! This is your Bi-weekly reminder of the brand new WWAD Anthology launch, coming on the 30th of June. First volume theme is: Defiance. Now with contributing authors included! #Writingcommunity #Writesky #Anthology

We Write At Dawn Anthology
Volume One: Defiance
Contributing Authors:
Sam Accardi
Lillian Bricker
R. K. Bryant
L. M. du Plessis
Jacob Foster
Solane Jute
Kiwa Lowe
Sean McMullen
Kai Nobel
Carolina Pereira
M. A. Sawchuk
Hawk Stevenson
Sam W. Tennyson
August B. Ward

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Announcement poster for the new We Write At Dawn anthology.
Volume One: Defiance
An anthology of works from the We Write At Dawn writing community- planned, designed, written and edited entirely by community members.

NO CORPORATIONS
NO AI
Made entirely by volunteers.

at wwadcreative.com
Releasing on the 30th June 2026

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Barrows @barrows.itch.io · 12/05/2026

Reading a book written using AI? Broke. Reading a book in which an AI repeatedly threatens to blow herself up if you don't do as she asks, and also writes bad poetry and talks like a Tesco self-checkout machine? Unfathomably woke. BUY MY BOOK OR THE ROBOTS WIN ⬇️ barrows.itch.io/event-horizon 📚🪐

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First Light Book I: Event Horizon by Barrows

A sci-fi novella about finding happiness in space.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

#MemeMay 28 Evans Nikopoulos for the twins (Peter and Daniel) (yes, he'd be working overtime) (no, I don't care he's not an actor) He's a little too pretty for the role, but he's got the right eyes and lips, so...

Your typical dark hair blue eyes Caucasian white male model.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

Citing that one Portuguese song: "nos afilamentos das alâmpadas" English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Turns out a coat wasn't necessary. The night insisted on being atypical.
There was still a hint of blue on the horizon. The clouds looked darker than the sky. On either side of the street, windows lit up in yellow and white. Insects flew in circles in the glow of the streetlamps.
We walked down the street. We were heading in the opposite direction of his house, plunging deeper and deeper into the neighbourhood and the late-evening tranquility. I didn't recognise those facades, nor the cars parked outside, nor those trees.
Or so I thought.
At a certain point, the predictability of the brick walls and green hedges was broken by an opening. A playground.
"I’ve always wanted to do this," Ryan said, already hopping the fence. I was impressed by how effortlessly he did it. "Not parkour. Going to a park like this at night. It’s so cliché, proper movie stuff. I love it." He gestured towards me. "Come on."
I looked at the gate. It had a simple latch that opened without any effort.
"That was clever, but boring."

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

Just finished reading If He Has Been With Me by Laura Nowlin and I've never been so pissed at a book before oh God protect my phone before I smash it against the nearest wall

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

A long one, but the whole convo makes the scene hit as it should. Peter hears his grandma talking about his late father. English on alt #WIPSnip #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

“I’d like to…” I tasted the words in my mouth, once the mandatory minute of silence had passed. “…know more about him.”
“So would I, son. So would I.” She stirred her tea before continuing. “He was ever so closed off. Then there were… things.”
She paused, as if she were reliving the said things. Her smile turned downwards. My clammy hands were sliping in the mug.
“You’re no child anymore, you understand these things now.”
I slowly looked up until my eyes met my grandmother’s. She was different from how I remembered her last summer. Gentler. Maybe it was because it was just the two of us. Or because of what I’d told her last year. Or because of what she felt while stroking my arms like that.
“There was some sort of curse when it came to weddings,” she went on. “When it was your aunt’s, it was a right shambles. I don’t understand how they just stopped speaking to each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world.”
So that was what happened.
“Before he moved out, it was him mithering that he couldn’t stand being here a minute longer, and his dad shouting his head off that he was just trying to dodge everything. And me telling them to stop it, but they never listened.”
I didn't know what to do with all of that.
“He’d just say to me, ‘Mam, I love you to bits, but you doing nowt about this.’ What did he want me to do? I couldn’t change his dad's way of thinking, nor his.” Her eyes welled up, making the green in them stand out. I was struggling to breathe. I couldn’t swallow my tea. “It hurt more when he banged the door on his way out for the last time than all the rest of it.”
I’d reached my limit. I stood up.

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Carolina | Looking for feedback @carolinampereira.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Just shower/torrent/water vibes. And dissociative episodes. English on alt #WIPSnip #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

I don’t know how long I stood there. I don’t remember making it to my room. When I finally became aware of my existence in a physical space again, freezing water was pouring over me with the force of a torrent.
I tried to gasp for air, but the icy water gripped my chest. It bounced off the shower walls, echoing like a homemade waterfall. Only my thoughts screamed louder. Wrong. I’ve ruined everything. Disgusting. Wrong. I want to disappear. Wrong. Sorry. I can’t.
The only warm water was flowing down my cheeks. But it cooled instantly, swallowed by the jet. The shower handle was too far away. I didn’t move.
I opened my eyes, despite the stinging. I saw my naked body. It was different from how it looked inside the van. These harsh white lights leave nowhere to hide. There’s too much detail. It’s too real to be my body. The massive feet. The wet hair stuck to my skin. The bulging veins. Clumsy hands. The ink more faded than it should be. The lines don’t even seem to guide anything anymore. The texture of the skin shows through too much beneath the black. Even the scars I could have sworn had vanished leapt out at me, white and raised. I looked down at my legs. But there… the skin told worse stories, more exposed. They still looked red, painful, lines that were clearly wrong. Or was it just me wanting to see them that way? My stomach churned. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t need to see any more.

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