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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 29m

Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters Antagonist day! I think even the most evil villains have things people will connect to, either something big or small. What's something you think people will find relatable about your antagonist? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 10h

Wall | Tok is introduced to Nazhe for the first time. Unfortunately for him, it won't be a one on one meeting. The Septu and his Zepta gathered in one room, and then there's Tok caught without a bottle of wine~ #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

The chamber that they were forced into was comfortably spaced and could fit many people within. Along the furthest wall were nine thrones, with the largest in the center. Each one was accented with gold and were cushioned with cotton and leather. The largest of the seats had jewels decorating the top. Tokonus could only assume that this would be Nazhe’s seat and the
main individual that he would address.

Jniaja nearly glided across the floor to rest in her seat, one of the two closest to Nazhe. It did not take long for each of the seats to be taken up by Zhaly and the others that Tokonus had observed before. Many of them were women, but one male of each race was present. Last to arrive was Nazhe himself.

The leader of the city's face was cold and sharp. His body was chiseled and his posture was straight. His scales were a smokey brown color, and a furred mane stitched itself from one shoulder down to his breast and then back up to the opposing shoulder. His stride was slow, deliberate, and powerful. Each person bowed their heads as he took the steps to his seat, and
Tokonus did not feel as though he had any other choice but to do the same.

“Mama stone be calling I and I family ‘ere before a stranger. One come wit our broda and wit pain on da lips," Nazhe spoke with a stern tone. “Broda Aesus, come wit it. Speak on the step of it for I.”

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Bethany Laurel @bethanylaurel.bsky.social · 4h

Tharaiyelagh worked with the precision of a clockmaker, making notes, rearranging syntax, writing and rewriting and rewriting. No one said a word. Tempest touched his fingertips to the wall, and the strange magic Inscribed there buzzed up his arm. He snatched his hand away… #WIPSnips

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Shelby Hailstone Law @shailstonelaw.bsky.social · 1h

The closest Islana has ever been to the Golden Dusk itself... at least up to this point in the story ;) #wipsnips #goldendusk

Carefully creaking open the door, she peered out of it to see Aben standing there, one hand on his head as he looked east, toward the new border of dusk. When he heard the door, he lowered his hand and turned toward them, looking relieved to see Berfrid and holding his hands out for his son. “I’m glad you two are alright.”
“He didn’t even know anything was wrong,” Islana assured him, letting little Berfrid snuggle into his father. She stepped around the two of them to get a better view of the Golden Dusk instead of what limited view she’d been able to see from her window. Like a wall of darkness, the glittering gold extended into the forest, imposing but not yet encroaching. Standing outside instead of safely in her home, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck and arms standing straight up.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 17h

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Edwards is not a natural rule breaker, whereas Kenneth is an 'act now, consider the consequences later' sort of guy. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

Water was cascading down Newpier; spraying in broad arcs from overflowing gutters and spraying down the steep steps between street levels like waterfalls. Edwards’ sandy hair was flattened to his head, whereas Kenneth’s got curlier when wet.

They paused by a waist-high pebbledash wall which was not directly overlooked by any windows and pulled the ruined sheets from the Selkie out of Edwards’ bag. The doctor gave Kenneth a severe look over the top of his glasses, and released them over the top.

Here Kenneth’s plan went wrong, for instead of tumbling into the muddy puddles below as he had expected, the wind caught it and it spread out. White and speckled brown with dried blood, it soared in the tempest like some huge bird of prey, round and round in a twist of rain and wind.

“Oh, come on!” wailed Edwards, horrified. “The wind isn’t that strong!”

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 17h

This is the scene that I wrote aPB2 for, Ren's eyes begging Blake to give him an "unless" Blake's still feeling like he has the wrong emotions, & ghost Ren needs to feel loved to not fade away Also, Blake just finished a shower #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky From A Paranormal Bromance 2 👻💔

Black text, green background, "wall" highlighted pink

"I think there's a way to transfer me to Joy, but I want you to run it by Aggy before we try it."

"Wait. What?" I take a step back and find the WALL. If I didn't feel like I was hit by a truck before...

He turns without getting my permission, but I don't protest. His lip shakes as he says, "I thought about it all night. I know I'm a burden on you. You never asked for me, but then you were stuck with me. There was no choice. Even when you brought me back, I know it was impulsive. But now you've had time, and maybe you think..." He stops and shakes his head. "Joy has always wanted me. And I think... I think... Maybe... Maybe I'm falling in love with her."

I open my mouth to say something, but I don't know what. It doesn't come out, whatever it was.

"So, you should ask. I can't. It has to be you, okay?"

My throat is totally dry despite the humidity in the air when I say, "All right."

"Unless..." He looks at me with those big blue eyes, waiting for some answer I don't have. We stare at each other for several seconds, as if either of us will magically say the right thing that will make this not the logical answer.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 1h

#Octember 5 Ray is opening a haunted burger shop that doubles as a ghost private detective agency. Ghosts do all the cooking, Ray solves mysteries for them. And does all the ordering because ghosts can't use computers. It's very popular! Ghosts make good burgers!

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Isaac ⚔ Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 8h

From page 3 of 1661 for today's #WIPSnips. 🤣 An example of the kind of layered irony I love. I'm sure nothing is going to happen in book 2 of this swashbuckling farce series.

Alexander wasn’t sure. The retired life, tranquil and sensible, consumed by such dramas as the selection of wall-paper and the resolution of the latest village spat, sounded bad enough. But to withdraw to it from a taste, even brief, of what a man could do if he dared to run, to leap, to throw his glove at evil in the world and draw his sword against it, sounded downright fatal. But what could he do? He’d outrun sense as far as he could, had no argument left against his parents’ prudent, loving design. Yet he knew as sure as every boy of his age, across every age of mankind: his life was now over.

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Pixies a/k/a Map Nerd @mcburnellauthor.bsky.social · 8h

#WIPSnips 'wall' You know I'm always going to leap at a chance to share a Horus snip 😂 from The Hour of the Day, TW vol 5 books.bookfunnel.com/TippingWorld...

It was always weird to move while see-through; your sense of touch was deadened like you were wrapped up in layers of blankets so you kind of bounced around and it was hard to tell if you were touching things at all or clinging to them way too hard. That made it just no fun at all to climb over that big tall pile of dirt and down the other side.
Wasn’t no other choice, though: there was no question of using his Vision. You couldn’t when you went see-through. Your Sight felt too acute, like your senses was naked. Exposed to the outer world and under assault.
He’d had the incredibly unsettling thought that he wasn’t invisible but had actually unmade himself, so’s all that was left was memories and will. Would explain why everyone who tried it about peed their pants, and why it hurt so much to come back from it. It was the sort of thought that did a body no good, especially not now when he was going to have to stay like this for hours.
Took forever to get down the far face of the wall, which was twice as tall and didn’t have ladders built into it. The hard-packed dirt came apart in his grip while he climbed. Been raining on and off since spring arrived, and the regulars were hard-pressed to keep the wall in shape. One big storm in a spot where they didn’t watch the wall so careful and their enemies could walk onto their soil.
He’d thought to stop in the deep trench at the foot of the wall and take a breather, but there was a layer of sticky mud along its bottom and it smelled like pee. Probably it was pee, from the guys stuck with long watches on the wall above as couldn’t get a toilet break pissing onto enemy soil. He didn’t want to sit down in it however his arms shook.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 10h

#WIPSnips Arlo, Roderika, and their party roll into their first village exclusively populated by the Faithful and don’t exactly get a warm welcome… #WriteSky #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity

They continued on for a few more miles in silence. More farms rolled past on either side of the road, and a few more people.
Some stopped to watch them go by but there were no further incidents. As afternoon was turning into evening they came to their first Faithful village.
The first difference was obvious. Where in Alliance towns and villages the churches were small buildings well away from the rest, here it was in the center of town. While every other building was built of wood and thatch, the church was constructed of stone and mortar. Its steeple rose above every other building and was topped with a large cross that the ones along the road here had lacked. The building itself too was at least double the size of any other building in town, with clean whitewashed walls where the buildings surrounding it were simple bare wood.
The people didn't look any different, though even after weeks on the road with a caravan of all human members it was still odd to Arlo not to see any elves towering over everyone or Wyldkin ears poking out of at least a few heads. They all wore clothes made of simple materials and muted colors; wool or linen from what he could see, all in shades of black, grey, or brown. The men all wore loose fitting, long-sleeved shirts tucked into pants that tapered in at the ends to be tucked into calf height leather boots or tall shoes.
The few women Arlo could see wore high necked dresses, most with an apron tied over the front. Their skirts ran to just barely over the ground, which seemed impractical given that none of the streets here were paved. Their faces were all deep inside bonnets the same muted colors as their clothes.

What was different was their reactions. In Alliance villages they'd gotten jaunty waves or questions about news, smiles and greetings. Here the gathering crowd was silent. Every person seemed to have turned out onto their porch or street to watch the caravan go by, but not one looked happy about it.
Arlo saw several men spit, either to the side or in the direction of the caravan, and at one point he heard someone shout something he couldn't understand but that definitely sounded derisive. Only the women didn't stop to look, keeping their eyes and heads down and carrying laundry, sweeping, or just continuing to do whatever it was they were doing.
As they approached the church at the center of town, Jonah came jogging up and vaulted himself up onto the steps leading to the driver's seat. "I'll need to speak to the local Priest about where your men can set up camp for the evening. There isn't anywhere here big enough to house you all."
Glancing around at the villagers' expressions again made Arlo glad they wouldn't have to stay under anyone's roof. "Fine by me, just let me know where to ao."

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Scarlet Mitchell is a 👻g..g..ghost!👻 @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips Charlie will take any excuse to climb or crawl around in places…

“Is there a way to get upstairs aside from the front doors? A secret passage between units?”
Jack shrugged and pointed after the foreman who was on his phone again.
“I’ve not seen anything like that, really,” the man said, once he’d turned his attention to them again. “All we’ve got is the maintenance crawlspaces, but they don’t lead anywhere. All one-way openings.”
He returned to the back of the flat and pointed to a hatch in the ceiling of the bedroom closet. Charlie nodded and, like a monkey climbing a tree, hoisted herself up the jam to the shelf above the railing. She pushed aside the cover.
Ducking inside, she wasn’t surprised to see the space was very shallow and layered with rolls of insulation. It was baking hot. No one used this as a storage space, so she was able to see some distance in all directions. It ran through the ceilings of the two units, stopping at the wall which she presumed was the staircase, and the floors of their corresponding upstairs neighbors.
“I don’t really see anything from here. I’d have to look at where it meets the wall. I think I can get back there.”
She kicked her way into the hole and slithered on her belly along a support beam.

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Samantha Breaux is looking for ARC readers @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 10h

Spencer has gone through a hidden entrance in the Fain ruins and Wren was forced to stay behind. From book 2 of my romantic fantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer

Wren stood perfectly still, staring at the stones that had swallowed Spencer up. She didn’t throw herself at the wall and pound on it or grab the crowbar from her pack and try to lever it back open, even though her fingers itched to do just that. Fear swirled in her gut, offering up image after unsettling image. Spencer impaled in a pit of spikes, or crushed beneath a fallen stone, or simply laying on the ground, gasping for his next breath as the air slowly ran out.

None of that is going to happen and even if it does, it was still worth it, she told the fear. It didn’t believe her, so she thought of last night and tried to smother the feeling with memories of Spencer’s hands on her skin, his kiss on her lips, the velvet rumble of his voice saying he loved her. Worth it, she told the fear again and it finally receded, begrudgingly.

“You all right, then?” Molly asked conversationally, like they were talking about nothing more consequential than the weather or a broken bit of tack.

“I’m fine,” Wren lied smoothly. “I’ll scout around a bit, though, just in case.” The thought of standing still and just waiting was too much to bear. Molly gave her an understanding nod and stepped aside, making room for Wren to pass.

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Aud Connelly: transcribing #Dogwood3 (78.1/95k) @audconnelly.bsky.social · 10h

Just one of the scrapes Owen gets into in #Dogwood1 😅 #WIPSnips

Kenzie finished washing her hands, dried them on her thighs before remembering she was wearing her best dress, cursed herself, and turned the walkie back on. It immediately crackled in the middle of a message: “—STUCK IN A WALL!”
“What?” she hissed.
“KENZIE, I’M STUCK IN A FUCK-ING WALL.”

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thirdmonti.bsky.social @thirdmonti.bsky.social · 11h

#WIPSnips 05 10 2026 ‘Wall’ From “To Save The Sun” Part I

I punched the wall in response once. Twice. A third time, and on until my knuckles bled.

-“Kaitani, what did that guy do to you?” R’Otem-i asked.

“What?”

-“A Wanderer’s eyes are not just for show; you may have been rushing me but I saw you look his way and him turn away deliberately. What did he do to you?” R’Otem-i’s tone changed to seriousness.

“I told you I was taën; when there was still a prince it was the taën’s duty to sentence an accused person with a punishment. The prince liked violence, but I did not want my ‘friend’ to be hurt, so I told the prince the punishment I chose and that I would take it by proxy.”

-“Is that why your back is scarred?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “And after that, Taeiyo became afraid of the power I had as taën and didn’t want to see me again. He avoids me, avoids looking at me, and it enrages me still that someone I cared about so deeply left me like that after I did what I could to spare him.”

-“You loved him, didn’t you?” R’Otem-i perceived correctly. And the question was more rhetorical than one that needed an answer, but I nodded affirmation regardless. I did love Taeiyo. I hadn’t ever had the chance to understand the feelings for what they were but I knew heart sickness and betrayal felt like a chasm in my being.

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Barrows @barrows.itch.io · 11h

Shit hits the fan. #WIPSnips

It is not difficult to find within her the thing that calls. It has been pressing out against her skin ever since they entered these labyrinthine halls. Some part of herself has been holding it back, yielding nothing to its ever-starving maw, but now, with her back to the wall and nothing to lose, it feels like the easiest thing in the world to just…

…stop resisting for a moment.

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 11h

#WIPSnips Word of the day is ‘wall’ which I have! From Dust and Shadows -Tink’s friends having and argument about the war. Rowan doesn’t feel comfortable fighting, and Ambrose is ride or die. #WritingCommunity

“I don’t feel comfortable having to fight against Slightly!” Rowan snapped, “Does Tink expect us to kill them like she did Wendy?” The two came face to face, a gust of wind erupted around Rowan, and the air around Ambrose became hotter.
Before the confrontation could go further, Willow conjured a stone wall between the two of them. Peri came beside Rowan, and Ambrose beside Tink.
“Rowan, cool it! Ambrose is the hothead here.” Willow said, “But… he is right, Tink. It doesn’t feel right. Isn’t there another way we can resolve this?”
Ambrose jumped on top of the stone wall and looked down at the two, “What do you expect her to do? Peter turned against us, just like Hook did before. We’re her friends, we all made a vow to be there till the end, or did you all forget?

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Ange | Author A. M. Shilling @gunsmile.bsky.social · 11h

Lia, a young vampire, has an unfortunate run-in with a vampire hunter. I know this looks spoilery, but I promise it's part of the premise. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

The man jogs into the alley and slows down when he doesn’t find me there. I grin, unable to help myself. He walks right past me, though if he turned and peered closely at my hiding place, he would see the shape of me, black on black.

Swearing under his breath, he searches his pockets. One hand withdraws a flashlight with a powerful beam that sweeps over the jumble of trash, cardboard boxes, and other refuse strewn across the narrow space. His other hand extracts a long, straight object from inside his jacket. One of its ends is sharpened to a dangerous point.

Oh, fuck.

I lunge forward. At the same moment, he swings the flashlight in my direction, dispelling the shadows that conceal me. I knock it out of his hand, sending the light beam scattering across the walls around us. His other hand comes down hard against my chest, driving the stake through my dead heart.

—The Heart Is a Weapon, draft #3, work in progress

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 13h

G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly's first introduction to the students at the school. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“And to make sure that all bring their side to this agreement, Jeffrey will keep a watchful eye on all for this purpose,” Irena says then gestures back towards where the creature is standing on his shelf on the one wall, in plain view of everyone below. He takes the opportunity to stand up on his back legs to grasp at the air excitedly like a raccoon would do. Strange animal.
One of the trio of girls, he sand themed one, raises her hand to draw Irena’s attention before speaking. “Alright, but who’s the blond pillar over there? She wasn’t here last year.” She points a hand at me while she asks this with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, yes, well…” Irena stops for a second as if to think, and then her face lights up as she turns to look me in the eyes. I’m thinking she’s just thought of something, and I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. Irene turns back to address the teenagers. “This, Galilah, is Miss Adams. She is a new addition to the School as I experiment with some new content. She will be you Self Defence teacher for this month!”

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Tina 🫜 is Querying! @tinaduncan.bsky.social · 13h

#WIPSnips - wall In the Mystic Fae: the dragon gives Cassie an unexpected reminder of someone they lost along the way.

“Riivulon,” I called up to the dragon. He lowered himself down from the wall and craned his neck around to look at me.
“Little Ember,” he said, as gently as his powerful voice could probably manage. The name he used pulled a well of grief to the fore so sharply, and unexpectedly, that I had to close my eyes for a second and breathe through it. When I opened them again, the big dragon was watching me closely. “Do not put him out of your mind. Many would not have been as brave as he.”

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Mike Struan @mikestruan.com · 14h

A very prominent wall in today's #WIPSnips. Much in Exiles is about that very wall. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Dagna didn’t look convinced. “A bunch of stone columns? They don’t look very alchemical to me.”
As if on cue, a wall of silent blue fire erupted between the stones far to the left, bridging the hundred meters between them with a bright curtain of alchemical energy. The phenomenon traveled between the steles within moments until it disappeared to the right. As quickly as it had appeared, the cold fire vanished again, leaving behind unsinged grass. Nothing but the bright afterimage in Kraghtol’s eyes indicated it had ever been there.
“I take that back,” Dagna said.

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Kamikaye @kamikaye.bsky.social · 14h

Vela on a very early morning walk through the Consortium city of Euphonia. In 'Cloudgazer' #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Where yesterday it had been super busy, the early morning hours were barren. Very similar to the Alliance cities Vela had experienced during her studies.
Yellow and occasional pink LEDs lit up the foggy walkways and shuttered storefronts.
She bought some snacks in the only open 24/7 store, attended by a sole Nihydron. Facilitating the transaction by wordless nods and a card swipe, befitting to the hour. Rain had let up as predicted and Vela set out eastward, away from the spires and towards an eventual sunrise.
Cool fog flurried through the urban abyss to her right. A few skimmers flew past citywards. The leafy overgrown walls dripped from the nightly shower, water pooled in big reflective puddles. Undisturbed so far. The city was slowly coming alive. The higher spires started glowing red in the rising sun.

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Finn McLellan @saranadosfiction.com · 15h

#WIPSnips | wall Fire in the Sky, so 'ware spoilers at the link, and Sabbat's distracting Caine so Viola and Fest can carry on with the mission (and more than a wee bit because he wants a rematch after Caine threw him off a rooftop the last time they met) ( saranadosfiction.com/2025/06/21/f... )

*Sixdammit, why’d I have to go and get myself a sodding conscience?*

Or, he amended for accuracy’s sake, an Archer. It pretty much amounted to the same thing.

“Hoi!” he yelled, again, and saw Caine’s head come up, eyes fixed on his blood-stained hand. “What, havin’ second thoughts already? Knew y’were a fuckin’ coward!”

Caine’d got the measure of him better by now, and the lunge Sabbat’d baited out of him very almost knocked him backward off the roof – he threw himself sideways and down, rolled onto his front, and dropped down over the gutter, kicking off from the wall and twisting mid-air to grab onto the drainpipe that snaked its way down the side of the houses opposite. It creaked badly enough that, for a heart-stopping moment, he was fairly convinced it was about to break and drop him the full two storeys, but Sacaask iron and caldera stone held as true as they ever did and, once he’d got his breath back, he was easily able to start the climb down, fast enough that Caine wouldn’t be able to catch him while he was still on the wall, but slow enough that he’d not lose sight of him in the fog.

Or, at least, that was the fucking plan. Right up until Caine decided to follow him down a *fuck* of a lot faster than he should’ve been able to.

*Shit. Shitting fucking cunting shit.*

*Get off the* fucking *wall or you’re going to fucking die.*

Easier said than done, with the bastard all but breathing down his neck, but he managed to gauge the drop just well enough that when he landed and rolled and pulled himself upright he had just enough breathing room to dodge out and away as Caine hurled himself off the pipe towards him.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 16h

Considering the plot is about exploding walls to release an imprisoned god, the word 'wall' features in it a lot! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Encasing it all were the walls. Tall and grey, they clutched the city. Forcing the buildings and inhabitants into tiny spaces and distinct districts. Only one road could be seen as most of Dragaul was traversed through narrow alleys and rickety walkways. A broken nervous system that, somehow, hadn't collapsed. To think of the walls falling seemed ludicrous, but someone seemed determined to do so.

"Did the wizard make any dent in the wall after they…" Halla paused, not wanting to say exploded. "After they perished?"

Slate had been about to take a sip and then paused. Slate's small eyes regarded Halla in the same way her aunt apprised whether the runt in a litter would survive or not. It was moments like this that Halla wondered whether it would be best for Slate to send her back home. At least there all she had to worry about was making sure her cousins survived. "The walls will not fall." Slate replied solemnly and then took a long drink, her eyes never leaving Halla.

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🎃🕸J.M. Weaver 🕷👻 @jmweaverauthor.bsky.social · 17h

#WIPSnips This is from quite late in Savage as You. In which Hailey is brought to an uncanny machine, that might finally serve a good purpose. If only once.

We walked for some time, upon sand and what appeared to be the half-buried remains of a collapsed suburban street. The further we tread, a noise got louder, like audio interference. Soon it came into view, a stage, almost, for a theater. The back wall was lined by speakers of varying sizes. At the center of the stage was a pedestal, upon which hung a crack of glowing light—a crack in the very fabric of Lin J’Roe. At either side of the stage were two preposterously large speakers, shaped like ceremonial basins turned on their sides. Their shape didn’t seem like a design meant for any human entertainment system, any practical purpose—it was clear even to me their design represented the technology of the machine itself. Something meant to do otherworldly, horrible things. Looking at the machine made me profoundly uneasy.

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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 17h

Blair walked to the mirror on the opposite wall. She stared at herself in the mirror. Then Blair turned and pulled a blanket from a wingback chair. She flung the blanket across the mirror, covering her reflection.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 17h

#LitHodgepodge 5 Happiness is complicated for some of my characters! But lets assuming they are capable of embracing it at this time: Fox: Somewhere with quiet and solitude. A good book and puzzle in hand. No one expecting or needing anything from her. Her family around, but only occasionally. 🧵

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Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 22h

This VERY BIG AND SPOOKY BUNDLE of creepy and cosy reads is perfect for this year’s Hallowe’en Season! All by incredible indie authors! itch.io/b/3904/chill... 🎃👻🕷️🕸️☠️🧡🐈‍⬛🥀🍂😈

Graphic for the Chills, Thrills & Kills October Itchio Sale. 93 books for $69. A VERY BIG AND SPOOKY BUNDLE of creepy and cosy reads perfect for this year’s Hallowe’en Season! Hosted by Indie Book Spotlight.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters What is your character's living situation like? Do they have roommates? Pets? Live with family? Alone in a mansion? On the road? On a ship? Other? Are they happy where they are, or striving for something else? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

October 4th – contract I don’t post parts with Jade often, but weirdly this is two back-to-back this week! Mikiva might know the man currently trying to kill them from her old life. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Mikiva tore off the loose hood. Her eyes widened and she quickly moved around in front of the man to get a better look, stepping into his line of vision for the first time.
“Gods, Mikiva?” the man blurted. “Seems like you’ve managed to keep your retirement interesting. What are you doing here, with a fugitive from Esrasea?”
“I take it you two have met?” Jade raised an eyebrow.
“You could say that. As R’all here was just far too transparent about,” Mikiva shot him a withering glare, “we were once in the same line of work. Which means these are assassins. Azure Scorpions, to be more specific. This many men…someone is laying out some serious coin for you, Jade.”
“And for the death of anyone who stands in our way,” R’all added. “You know your status grants you no immunity.”
“Of course I do.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve done my share of contracts involving former members.”
“So, you know that we will still have to kill you.”
“I know you can try.” Mikiva smiled. “But if you are the best they sent, I am not too worried.”
R’all glowered at her but said nothing.

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Bethany Laurel @bethanylaurel.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Ragheiyont snatched the paper from Seikhiel. Some of the words wobbled with the translation spell, but Seikhiel had written Ragheiyont’s name and occupation in Dragonish. Thief for hire. Most people would simply have called him thief, missing that Ragheiyont usually worked on contract. #WIPSnips

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Scarlet Mitchell is a 👻g..g..ghost!👻 @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips Talia is a freelancer. Talia really needs money. Talia is REALLY, REALLY bad at negotiating contracts, especially with beautiful women.🤦‍♀️

asks for, then call me and tell me everything right away. I'll take it from there.”
The woman didn't seem to know how to react.
“I'm not a cop. I'm a private contractor.”
This seemed to settle the matter.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure. Oh, speaking of contract…”
“Oh. Right. How much do you need?”
“Under the circumstances? Expenses. I'll send you my receipts.”
What ‘circumstances’? I'm such a wimp. She wished she could take herself by the shoulders and shake some sense back into herself.

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G.L. Walker is in PANIC MODE @glwalkerauthor.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

From the end of my prologue. kicking off the adventure #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Loke stared into her half eaten bowl and found herself without much of an appetite. She heard things were bad for Biyeho in Caax, but it sounded far worse than she envisioned it. She almost felt foolish for being so naïve about it. Still, she needed to push forward and sitting in Holom wasn't getting it done. She forced a smile and looked up. “Not for some time.” She took a deep breath before proclaiming, “Then, we'll just have to see if we can find them in Teo.” She went back to eating and ignoring Magnar.
Magnar thought she was a little too optimistic, but for the price, he could handle it for a few days. If they left early and rode hard enough, they could reach Teo in about a day - two if they took a leisurely pace. Then a few days of looking around if they had to, and one more day to return, then he would be set. There wasn't any rational reason he should turn the offer down. And if she was actually insane, he could just turn her in for being Biyeho and he wouldn’t be out too much. He had so many more questions for her, but given the terms of the contract, he thought it best to keep quiet for now. Instead, he rested his head on one hand and continued to watch her as she read in silence.

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Pixies a/k/a Map Nerd @mcburnellauthor.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips 'contract' Had a chance to share Dy's and Boden's alternate realities, so here's Kair's. In this version of the world, Sefan was never born, and his twin sister went to the Complex after all from Symbols' End, The Tipping World vol 9

There was a voice in his head that told him he had a duty, but did he? To whom? And for what reason? Because he existed? Because his eyes were a color not common elsewhere? Credit there went to his parents, if you were going to insist on calling it a favor someone did him. What else did it mean to be Feinzadi? He hated a pretty goodly portion of the population of this country, who had proved themselves bloodsucking leeches incapable of empathy.
Besides, Maheila was at the Complex. Mages were warriors; he’d heard it said that they swore a vow to serve the peoples of the New World, although he’d never seen proof that it was true. They would give her a sword and teach her how to use it, whatever their reasons were. Why put himself at risk when she was the one who was equipped? It was bizarre to have this conviction nagging at him that he was needed. He had thought he was too smart for that particular hallucination.
Then again, he thought, still not sure why he was arguing this with himself. It didn’t seem likely his employer was right that this couldn’t impact the wealthy just because that was how the world worked yesterday: yesterday, they had not been at war. The Tashail weren’t likely to care about Feinzadi social strata or upholding contracts based on Feinzadi laws that would no longer be in sway if they were victorious. If they meant business and came across the border in numbers equipped for violence, all bets were off. Why cling to this evil compromise when the justification for it might disappear one day to the next?
Through his teeth, he said, “Stop being a twit. You don’t owe anyone this.”

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Fox Veros, Novelist @verosthewriter.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips Zedenko narrates while Gallara relates a little personal anecdote that might be related to the Quest they've all accepted. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #writingprompt #amwriting

“Like I said, I was trying to read when that guy walked up to me,” Gallara continued, as Zedenko quietly made a little more space between them. “It was like he just couldn’t imagine that someone would tell him no. He started getting … aggressive about it, so I finally told him fine, I’d meet him that night. Of course I wasn’t there. The place where I said I would meet him was full of hanging garroteweed.”
She glanced around and acted surprised that people were giving her horrified looks. “It was the middle of spring! The garroteweed wouldn’t have been able to contract far enough to be dangerous to an elf yet. It would have just held him there all night to give him something to think about, without actually hurting him. Well, maybe some bruising.”

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Not a lighthouse. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

“Maybe it was to guide ships into the bay?” suggested Kenneth brightly when Edwards pointed this out.

“Hardly seems necessary given the width of it,” he murmured, but he’d be the first to admit that he didn’t know much about boats beyond what sorts of ailments the men who sailed them were likely to contract. Still there must have been a reason. Nobody would build an edifice of this magnitude on a mere whim.

The door to the lighthouse was locked when they reached it; or rather, chained closed with thick steel links. A groundskeeper, who had been dozing on a chair nearby, hastened to let them in and handed them a pair of box lanterns. They were needed, for without them they would have been plunged into total darkness. A spiral staircase with rough, stone-lined walls, a narrow width, and no handrail loomed before them.

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Flygohr 🎨🎲✒️ @flygohr.com · 04/10/2026

If you wanted something done by me, THIS is really the time to book with me. I need to scrape something together as I try to get a day job, and survive another month or two. After that, I'm not sure I'll be able to continue doing art commissions for a living.

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄👻 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips 4. “Contract” From This Is How Immortals Die, where “contract” is a central word precisely because of this contract Carys just signed. You can buy this and 31 other books in this spooky itch bundle: itch.io/b/3931/lgbtq.... #WorldWithoutLove #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

I scanned his every word and found them true. Resolve and fierceness drummed in his heart, but the old man was right that warring against Pantheonic warriors would bring his and the girl’s demise. Also… I wouldn’t admit it, but his oath was one I could get behind. “Don’t fret, old man. Twenty thousand gold coins are incentive enough for me.”

From his other sleeve, the magician pulled out a second, yellowish parchment, a template which I had seen many times before. He unfurled the scroll and pulled a butter knife from his belt. I refused the joke of a weapon and used my dagger to cut my palm. Five drops dripped onto the paper. The old man repeated the gesture, pouring four drops. Contract signed. No going back now.

“May the Creator guide your path.” And that was the strangest thing he’d ever said to me. Had you truly allied with this cult, Aphrodite? Was that why no one could find their island?

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips Word of the day is ‘contract’, which I don’t have so I have ✨vibes✨ From my short story, Drifting Waves -The Siren makes a deal with James. They will spare his life, but he mustn’t tell a soul what happened. Once he agrees, the siren sinks the boat… because petty #WritingCommunity

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Ange | Author A. M. Shilling @gunsmile.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I secretly love Harrison as a side character and am a little upset I've reduced his page time to keep the focus on Roman and Lia. The poor guy is just trying to balance his master's bank accounts and hide the illegal money schemes. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

I avoid mentioning the vampire hunters. Harrison is a worrier. He’d fret over me going out alone, even if I reassured him I’ve already survived one encounter. We could command him to help us, of course; like all thralls, he’s bound to Roman’s will through regular sips of my sire’s potent blood. But the worry and stress would distract Harrison from his real responsibilities, and if it came down to a fight, his unathletic build, asthma, and weak knees would put him at a serious disadvantage. He’s safer in his ignorance.

—The Heart Is a Weapon, draft #3, work in progress

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Mike Struan @mikestruan.com · 04/10/2026

Half of my book is the word "contract", not gonna lie. Here's a (slightly censored) one at the end of book 2. #WIPSnips A beta reader put it as "I now realize the entire series is about a bunch of people trying to navigate their NDAs", and he is right. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Hold on. You didn’t tell us anything!” Dagna said. “At least not anything we didn’t already know. Give me the details. Who exactly are you? How old are you? Why are you like that? What can you do? With whom do you have that contract? Who are the other three?”

[…] shook her head. “Really. I can’t! You’re far too involved as it is.”

Dagna crossed her arms over her chest.

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Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

From WIP 2 - Wishing You Knew I'm thinking Mr. Samson was wishing he knew about that morality clause... #WIPSnips #QueerWriters #WritingPrompts #Shaqueline #SapphicWriters #sapphicauthors #WriteSky #Sapphic

"We can, Mr. Samson," he said, producing a copy of the contract. "Your client—and girlfriend—has a morality clause.”

Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, chapter 47 (ish)

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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Paper contracts of peace. Paper crowns. Paper sons. Paper hopes and dreams. They did not just crumble. They burned, like witches at the stake. And she had been a fool. - Where the Heart Is (www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJWSGDTL/) #WIPSnips

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly here continuing a conversation with a figment person claiming to be her father. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I feel his grip tighten on my clothes, his hands and fingers shaking as if in a sudden rage, then relax again into the gentle hug again. “The wording of the deal. I should have looked closer. Riley was to be protected until you were born. Someone stole you from here? Where is he now?”
“Dead. Mounties shot him.”
“Ah. Good. I am so sorry, Milly, truly I am. I can’t imagine what kind of horror you’ve gone through until now, and I sense there’s a lot of it, a deep, terror filled ocean. I am so sorry I could not return to you. I have failed so badly as a parent.”
“Where can I find you?” I ask suddenly, feeling the need to salvage something from this horrible mess.
“Do not!” His voice instantly turns stern, and I take a step back out of the embrace to see his expression now angry and commanding.
“What?”
“You will not try to find me! Where I am now, people don’t come back from if they’re not invited! If I’m not out by now, it means I could not find a loophole in the contract and I am stuck in there for the duration! That’s all there is to it! If you try, you will die and I will not have that!”

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Kamikaye @kamikaye.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Vela and Nori trying to stay on top of things after Belle saved them. In 'Cloudgazer' #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Dim green-yellow LED light lit up these maintenance corridors. The air was steamy and metallic. "Exit to the next sector is a kilometer down there and then left. I'll radio the guy." - "Thank you !" Belle chirped, grabbed Nori and Vela by the hands and strode down the corridor, evading pipes and cables now and then.
"I'm Vela, thank you for saving us." Vela quickly added under some coughs, couldn't hurt to act friendly now. "Yea, I saw it in the contract, we're single-name pals, nice hat by the way !" Belle glanced back quickly. Finally letting go of their hands.
"Where are we going ?" Nori stayed on track. "Neighboring sector, another shopping mall, this tunnel leads through the connection between tubes"
Belle explained. "How do you know ? How are we supposed to know if you’re legit ?" she kept pushing. Being led through a narrow tunnel in a spacestation they barely know by an obviously violent security contractor didn't feel exactly safe, secure or whatever.

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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips I have 84 to choose from! 🤣 Lucifer explains soul contracts, apologizes to Blake, and gets asked the question he was afraid of. Context: Lucifer, disguised as an incubus in Home Office, gave Blake a parting peck on the cheek. Blake deduced it was him. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

“How did you make all this if you can’t create anymore?”
“The contracts. I found a way to borrow your ability to create. Your soul is not who you are, it is that spark of creativity within you. You are our Muses. We bound ourselves to you. The evil your kind wrought from my gifts influenced us. Infected us with business. Your kind made terrible things from my gifts. Evil. Murder. Hate. I could never have imagined them. We resist that influence. You made that easier today. I thank you for it, Blake.”
“Why did you kiss me?” Blake blurted out, unable to contain it any longer. Lucifer’s bronze skin got a shade pinker.
“You were a gift from my dear friend. Exactly what I needed when I needed it. I felt so… loved. I needed to know what it would feel like. I’m sorry, Blake. It was not right.” They arrived at the white door of Lucifer’s office. “Is that why you wanted to talk, Blake? There is something I’m afraid you will ask.”
“Can I sell you my soul?”

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Finn McLellan @saranadosfiction.com · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips | contract Midway through Silver in the Ashes, and Sabbat's not wrong here (though, to be fair, he's also inclined towards being uncharitable/grim at the moment given he's actively dying and very aware of that fact) ( saranadosfiction.com/2024/03/05/s... )

Sabbat gave a harsh bark of laughter. “Little late t’be second-guessin’ y’self, ain’t it? An’ besides, you know as well as I do y’wouldn’t get the whole fuckin’ Order pullin’ in the same direction on anythin’, least of all this. How many of ’em actually give a shit whether one whoreson gutter-rat contract killer lives or dies, huh? Plenty more blades t’be had on every street corner if y’know where t’look.”

*Is that honestly what you think of us?* But, at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but remember some of the comments he’d heard from other upper-class members of the Order, when they thought none of their lower-class comrades were listening. *Add that to the list of conversations I need to have when we get back to the city. If we can’t find a way to treat our people equally no matter where they’re from or who their parents are, we’re no better than the damn Sinnlenst.*

“Y’can quit pullin’ faces about it,” the assassin growled, after a moment. “Was makin’ an observation, ‘s all.” He shifted in his seat, reaching up to rub the back of his neck in a gesture that was almost certainly unconscious. “Ain’t about t’go startin’ a fuckin’ revolution over a few toffs who don’t remember where half the fuckin’ muscle in the Order comes from.”

“Half the muscle and a good deal of the brains, and they’d do well to remember both. When we get back to the city, I’ll have words with the rest of the Council, see if we can’t put a stop to that particular prejudice.”

“Ha! Good fuckin’ luck wi’ that.” And, quieter, “Din’t ask y’t’fight my fuckin’ battles for me, Will.”

“I know. But equally well, now that you’ve brought it to my attention, you can hardly ask me to sit back and keep letting it happen.”

“An’ that ain’t anythin’ t’do wi’ the fact you’re feelin’ guilty on account o’the fact y’din’t see it until I told you.”

*Damn you.* “Sometimes I think you know me entirely too bloody well.”

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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Blair whistled. “This is an ancient shrine. The Fair Folk here will be powerful.” Nadia stared about in silence. Her mouth hung slack and her eyes darted about the cavern. “What are the lights?” She whispered. www.patreon.com/posts/155632...

“Fair folk.” Blair said. “The lights are their marks in the waking world.”

“I’ve been here before. The lights weren’t here.”

“Were you here for any reason?” Blair asked.

“No. I just peaked in.”

“Then why would the Fair Folk bother to show up?”

“Do they know why we’re here?”

Blair nodded.

Nadia shivered. “Should I do anything? Say anything? I feel like an intruder. I feel like I should apologize. I’m an outsider. A heathen.”

“The Fair Folk make arrangements. They don’t seek praise or worship. An offering is part of a contract. A ceremony is a pact. A deal. A promise. They don’t need or want disciples.”

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #contract -> agreement On the nature of heartstone - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

to try. Could he? His eyes narrowed, an idea forming. “It will take more work than I can judge beforehand, atop our original AGREEMENT. I'll need suitable incentive."

"Of course. Gems, coin, or if you prefer,
precious metal..."

Drisal cleared his throat. "Heartstone."

It was the rarest, most precious gem of all,
that one, found only beneath the River-source itself in the mountain's heart, as clear and pure in itself as the living Water bubbling up through it. He'd heard it said that heartstone was the Water in an ancient form,
and that Water was itself flowing, liquid heartstone; that the stone was Maledin and the Water was Iryla; that heartstone had been touched by only a handful of
mortals who were changed forever by the experience.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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