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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Fortunately, he was used to pain. Mother had seen to that. #wipsips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
He focused on keeping the gun trained on Dr. Lindgren’s right kneecap and ignoring the painful throbbing in his calf that seemed to be getting worse instead of improving. Fortunately, he was used to pain. Mother had seen to that.
“You’re Evander?” Lindgren smiled nervously. “Do you want to get your friends?”
Evander shook his head. “The Novel Particle Lab. Now.”
Anders Lindgren lowered his hands, and his expression turned cold, all nervousness evaporating. “Very well. This way.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Ginger hair streaming, Quinn ran toward them. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Evander started re-packing the supplies when screams came from room 515. The door slammed open, and the girls careened into the hallway. Quinn wasn’t the first girl to burst into the hallway, but she was near the head of the pack. Ginger hair streaming, Quinn ran toward them.
“One of those monsters!” the goalkeeper shouted. “It just materialized out of nowhere!”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
“Cut the ghost tale…” #wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“A year to the day after contact with the IIC starship was lost, other ships transiting Fold Space started going dark. In that first month, only two ships were lost in the stygian void, but one year on, the attrition rate was ten percent. As you can imagine, this shook far-flung society to its core. Millions of souls lost to the black, trillions in commerce gone. To what end, nobody knew.”
“Cut the ghost tale,” Quinn said. “Get to the part about the other weirdos from the future in the here and now.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
He was lanky, almost as tall as Lucas, but whereas the defender’s build was more or less proportional, Evander’s limbs were abnormally long… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
The strange boy stood out like a sore thumb in the silvery jumpsuit under normal circumstances. The get-up made practically anyone do a double-take, almost an instinctual reaction. Then, if someone really looked, they’d realize there was more peculiar about the boy than just the odd outfit. He was lanky, almost as tall as Lucas, but whereas the defender’s build was more or less proportional, Evander’s limbs were abnormally long, like a stretched-out Gumby. Now, standing in the parking lot in the morning sun, his suit metallically shimmered. Robbie noticed the clerk occasionally glancing outside at Evander with a quizzical expression as she scanned their booty. He made a mental note to tell the strange boy to stay in the car or something to attract less attention.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
Both girls constantly scanned the lobby for danger. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
“Hey, guys and gals, gather round,” Gage called.
“Do you have to be so loud?” Quinn griped rather loudly herself as she and Bridget scampered over from the elevator. 
Both girls constantly scanned the lobby for danger. Robbie could sympathize. He felt pretty confident they were safe, but he couldn’t help looking overhead every few seconds to make sure a dracopisces wasn’t about to divebomb him.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 05/09/2026
The tentacle mouth slammed into the elevator control panel, teeth scraping over metal. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
And the elevator still hadn’t arrived. Why? Why? Why? The second elevator…why hadn’t he called that one? He scurried to the call buttons, and that was when his calf decided to cramp painfully. He stifled a groan of pain, but the noise was enough to attract the tentacle mouth that shot forward, biting into the floor where his foot had been a heartbeat before. He jabbed the down button, then threw himself to the floor. The tentacle mouth slammed into the elevator control panel, teeth scraping over metal.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
Pleased as can be about this! I always believed Zuri's story about being the new girl at a haunted high school was my best work when it came out. Here's proof I wasn't completely delusional! #writesky #writingcommunity #booksky #5amwritersclub #yaborror #yabooks
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
In other circumstances, she might have found him cute… #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity
She backed into someone and nearly dropped her phone in surprise, her heart thumping like she was sprinting toward the goal with the soccer ball at her feet. Glancing over her shoulder, she shone a light behind her to see who she had run into. It was Robbie, the U16 winger. In other circumstances, she might have found him cute with his tousled hair and striking eyes like chips of greenest jade, but right now she wished he would move out of her way so she could continue retreating. His lips moved as if he spoke, but she couldn’t hear what he said. Her ears still rang from the gunshots.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
The demoniac orange glow reflected off the buildings…#wipsnips #witesky #booksky #writingprompts
The air Evander would find outside wouldn’t be fresh, unless you considered jamming a whole pack of cigarettes in your piehole and lighting up a good way to clean the lungs. The demoniac orange glow reflected off the buildings, vehicles, and patches of visible sky possessed such wrongness that Robbie looked away and wished he was sitting on the opposite side of the booth with the girls so he didn’t have a view of hellscape. It reminded him of videos he had seen of Portland during the latest catastrophic fires in the Columbia Gorge.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 16/08/2026
Only what greeted Robbie on the other side of the door was not the salvation of an empty hallway… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Trembling, Robbie dropped Lucas’s legs to the floor and lurched for the door, not truly expecting to reach it. Instead, he feared it was a mirage, shimmering on the forever distant horizon. He was surprised when his clammy hand clamped down on the handle. The handle turned easily, and he pulled open the heavy door with minimal strain. The hinges squealed, but the noise was lost in the crash from up above of the fire door slamming into the concrete floor of the landing.
Only what greeted Robbie on the other side of the door was not the salvation of an empty hallway but a haphazard barricade of chairs, mattresses, and even a bedside lamp—that lamp tumbled toward him, and he caught it before it smashed against the floor.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
Daisy pressed herself against his chest and whined. Spell broken… #writesky #wipsnips #booksky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The urge to pee struck Robbie, and he squirmed. Too much soda last night, obviously. He glanced around the interior of the car. His companions were asleep, Quinn breathing so deeply that it sounded like she was softly snoring. His gaze came back to Bridget in the driver’s seat. Even with her mouth hanging open and drool running down her chin, she was undeniably beautiful. He longed to wipe the saliva from her chin. To make her even more perfect.
Daisy pressed herself against his chest and whined. Spell broken, he tore his gaze from the striker, reminding himself that he did not have a thing for Bridget or anyone else. Daisy stared up at him with loving eyes. Okay, he could admit that he was falling in love with her, and wondered if Ruffles would be jealous. Whining more insistently, the dog looked out the window.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 07/08/2026
The monster wailed again, so close, so close. #wipsnips #booksky #writesky
“Hurry!” She shouted and grabbed the door handle, dropping her phone in the process. The metal was cool, and when she pulled up on the handle, the door didn’t open. “What? Oh, god, no!” Fear rampaged through, clouding her thoughts. Did she run to the wrong car? From the ground, light shined upwards illuminating a bright red car door. This had to be the right vehicle. 
The monster wailed again, so close, so close. 
Oh my God. Her empty right hand trembled. Where was the car key?
Quinn slammed into the back door and tried to open it. “Unlock it!”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 13/07/2026
The monster turned its regard on them, eyes pools of oil large enough to dive into. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Wincing, Robbie picked up the pace even though his left ankle throbbed with every step. In the intersection levitated a dracopisces the size of a box truck with writhing tentacle mouths thicker than telephone poles, and almost as long. The monster turned its regard on them, eyes pools of oil large enough to dive into.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 23/06/2026
The referee placed the ball at the penalty kick stop and stepped aside. #wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The referee placed the ball at the penalty kick stop and stepped aside. The goalie, tall and lean, in a blinding neon pink uniform, bounced on his feet. Reminding himself not to overthink things, Robbie picked his spot and ran toward the ball. All sensation faded—the warmth of the sun, the scent of the grass, the buzz of tense conversation from the sidelines, distant whistles—as he completely focused on the putting the ball exactly where he wanted it.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 14/06/2026
Evander suspected the archaic projectile weapon wouldn’t be effective against a dracopisces… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
n the present, the elevator dinged and stopped at the lobby. Gage drew his pistol. Evander suspected the archaic projectile weapon wouldn’t be effective against a dracopisces unless the monsters w.jpg
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 08/06/2026
Smelling air saturated with beer-breath only reinforced his negative bias. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
He possessed the distinct memory that the alcohol tasted vile and, from that day onward, never understood why anyone would ever want to drink beer or any other alcoholic beverage. Smelling air saturated with beer-breath only reinforced his negative bias. 
“Why do you guys have your hands up?” the man asked.
“Sir, you have a gun,” Lucas said, voice tremulous and tone polite.
The man stared at the gun in his hand. “Oh, that I do.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 05/06/2026
…but the monster remained attached to the trunk. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Bridget hit the brakes. Tires squealed. She wrenched the steering wheel to the left. Tentacle mouths flopped against the roof and sides of the vehicle. Through the rearview mirror, she glimpsed the shadowy form of the dracopisces sway to and fro, but the monster remained attached to the trunk.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 01/06/2026
…at the loss of her touch, Evander felt irrevocably alone. #wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Another crash against the door. This time, causing the metal to bulge.
	“You must find the failsafe.” She withdrew her hand, and at the loss of her touch, Evander felt irrevocably alone. “They might be able to follow you.” She moved to the terminal. “Be pre…”
	Her words were cut off by the TimePod’s hatch sliding shut with a loud thump.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 30/05/2026
He had already seen enough dead bodies, live and in person, for a lifetime. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Robbie glimpsed the dead hotel clerk as he passed the front desk and immediately looked away. He had already seen enough dead bodies, live and in person, for a lifetime. The corpses made him feel helpless and wonder why he strove to survive this nightmare. When the inevitability of death was thrust right up into his face, the reality that they were all a thin thread from being a lifeless meat bag of bones and fluids, part of him wanted to give up. Yet, he kept moving for now, at least, because doing nothing meant surrendering to despair.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 26/05/2026
He didn’t feel brave… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
“I thought I was going to die. I thought we were going to die. Thanks for helping me. For not leaving me. You’re really brave, Robbie. I owe you my life.”
Robbie heard Evander rummaging around the storage closet in the breakroom. He glanced at his friend, but couldn’t meet Lucas’s gaze. He didn’t feel brave, and he recalled, with guilt and self-recrimination, how he had been tempted to abandon Lucas. To abandon his best friend in the whole world. To run and never look back. “You don’t owe me anything. I did exactly what you would’ve done if our roles were reversed.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 25/05/2026
Tentacles flailed, mouths snapping with audible clicks and clacks… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
“Run!” Robbie screamed as the glass rained to the carpet and the drapery bulged, tangling up the monster.
Tentacles flailed, mouths snapping with audible clicks and clacks, spraying spittle, as they tore gashes into the drapery. From each mouth escaped translucent, reeking fumes—an acrid stench like the blackest of smoke and the stink of the graveyard remains of the dead baked in an inferno deep in the monster’s bowels. Robbie turned and ran before the disgusting smells made him gag.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 24/05/2026
"…a particle accelerator is required." #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
You said it is created in a lab?”
“Yes, a particle accelerator is required,” Evander said.
“Cool.” Lucas continued typing. “Particle accelerator in San Francisco.”	
Evander bounced on his toes, allowing himself a swell of pride. Mother would be proud. Despite all the setbacks, he’d soon know the location of Apocalypsium-99. Before the search results were displayed, a loud thrum echoed through the lobby, and the power went out.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 23/05/2026
…they didn’t seem like stardust. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
But as the terrible cacophony rang in his ears, and he watched the frightened teens, they didn’t seem like stardust. No, they were indisputably as alive and vital as he. Could he turn his back and allow them to die? His mother was scheming and analytical to a fault. Every contingency planned for, every I dotted and T crossed, and the mission raised on a pedestal above all else, above herself and above him. She could be like that and sleep soundly at night. But could he? Besides, they possessed phones. Maybe they were the allies he needed.
The glass shattered.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 11/05/2026
The void… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Even so, that was not the worst of it. Somehow, bizarrely, it was the twin eyes, the only eyes for the tentacle mouths were eyeless, above the creature’s enormous gaping maw that were the worst. They were twin holes of nothingness, reflecting nothing, black as space-time without the dimmest glimmer of a solitary star or anything else. Those voids seemed to inhale his soul, gnaw at his sanity, to pull at some incorporeal but essential part of himself with the inevitability of black holes.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 03/05/2026
Reset for the strike… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A mouth bit at a boy—oh, my god, it was Grady—nearly sinking its fangs into the back of his neck, but Mr. Rodriguez was beside him and slammed his shoulder into Grady. The boy pinballed sideways into the wall, the tentacle mouth missing him by inches. The grasping feeler quickly reset, striking with the quicksilver ferocity of a cornered viper. Glistening teeth sank into Mr. Rodriguez’s face, causing welters of blood, dragging him down and pulling toward more hissing and snapping maws. The chaperone might have screamed, but if so, his final vocalizations drowned in the din. At least, he did not die in vain: Grady escaped the questing tentacles for the elevator bay.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 28/04/2026
What a repast! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Next to Robbie, Lucas picked at the side of broccoli, having complained earlier that any greens not drenched in oyster sauce weren’t worth eating. As for Robbie, he leaned back in his chair, pleasantly full after eating the chicken fettuccine alfredo. The plate before him appeared nearly licked clean. He might have done so if he were at home—the creamy sauce was that good and such low-brow behavior had the added benefit of disgusting his little sister Sadie—but he didn’t dare do something so uncouth where the chaperones, or more importantly, Coach Lovac, might observe him.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 27/04/2026
Do you agree? #mondaythoughts #mondaymotivation #writingcommunity #writesky
 “Science fiction stories reflect major issues that concern humanity.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 23/04/2026
Evander dare not slip from the path… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Evander maneuvered toward a narrow cleft on the cliffside when, once again, he slipped. For a moment, the world spun like a carousel—blue sky, vast ocean, dark cave, rushing waves—and flailed his arms, fearing he’d topple from the tight pathway to the churning water below. This time, he caught himself on the wall of the cave, instead of falling on his butt or worse into the water below.
“Idiot,” he chided himself and absently chewed on his lower lip, a bad habit Mother always criticized him for, but was never able to break him of. “The drug must not be entirely worn off.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 20/04/2026
Barnes & Noble selected The Bane of Dragons as a Top Indie Favorite. #booksky #writesky #yafantasy
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 19/04/2026
The Bane of Dragons drops on 4/20/2026. A B&N Teens & YA: Top Indie Favorite Link: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #booksky #writesky #fantasybooks #yabooks
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 17/04/2026
Low gravity, big leaps… pre-order The Bane of Dragons: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #newrelease #yabooks #SCIFIFRI #writingprompts #booksky
Kyt leaps from the floor, the low artificial gravity allowing her to float nearly a quarter of the way up the curved wall. It looks like she’s about to crash into the wall, but instead she lands gently on all limbs, finding finger and toe holes between the innumerable screens.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 15/04/2026
You better leave her family alone… Pre-order The Bane of Dragons: www.amazon.com/gp/product/B... #newrelease #yabooks #fantasybooks #bookqw #writingpromps #writesky #booksky
“What’s that behind you, archmagus?” the airship captain says with a predatory glint in her maniacal eyes. “Is that Bria? Heh. The naughty faery girl?”

Bria hisses. A heartbeat later, Titus stands on Bergman’s shoulders, hackles up, hissing.

I step between Bergman and my family. “Leave Bria alone.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 13/04/2026
B&N Top Indie Pick www.barnesandnoble.com/b/top-indie-... #booksky #writesky #yabooks
The writing style is intelligent and completely immersive, and Rice knows just how to mix organic world-building with tech. —Readers’ Favorite
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 09/04/2026
The wrong kind of stuff…? A B&N Teens & YA: Top Indie Favorites Preorder The Bane of Dragons: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #booksky
“I thought you were a survivor,” I say. “Why would a survivor consume faery blood?”

Gore licks his upper lip, and a trickle of sweat runs down his forehead. “I’ve put all kinds of stuff in my body.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 08/04/2026
Allison and Titus don't mix… preorder The Bane of Dragons: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-bane-o... #yabooks #teenbooks #booksky #writingprompt #newrelease #bookqw
Mauve and I cruise the oval hallway stopping at the door to our cabin, Berth 101 reads the placard half a foot above a rectangular key card reader. My pulse quickens at the sight of a black feline sitting pressed against the door. Even the sleeper stirs, perturbed.

“Why is that here?” I point at the black cat staring at me with startling yellow eyes. 

Mauve bends down and gently pets the cat. “It’s only Titus.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 08/04/2026
Mind blown! The Bane of Dragons is a @barnesandnoble.com Top Indie Pick for April!! Too cool! #booksky #writesky #yabooks www.barnesandnoble.com/b/top-indie-...
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 07/04/2026
The short path… #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #wipsnips #booksky
We leave the coffee shop, splitting into two groups. I make sure Joe is my travel buddy. We take a short walk down a narrow street that opens onto a square with the entrance to a temple on the far side. The temple entrance is massive, with a flaring tile roof. People go around the square, taking in the sites and snapping photos. There are even dwarf deer gathering around a group of school-age children wearing matching yellow hats overseen by young women. The deer eat biscuits out of the children’s hands.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 03/04/2026
Beware the ocean…! Pre-order The Bane of Dragons: amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #newrelease #yabooks #scfibooks #prompts #SciFiFri
In my peripheral vision, I glimpse the watery maelstrom we fall toward. A shipbreaking wave, as dark as night, highlighted with splintering whitecaps, rises. When that wrathful hand of Poseidon brushes my skin, I release the dragon, thrashing my body up and away from the watery barrow.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 02/04/2026
Don't trust anyone…! Pre-order The Bane of Dragons: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #writingprompt #newrelease #yabooks #fantasybooks #writesky
I tell Dalia about the plan.

Her face turns stormy at the mention of Gore and Jett. Like me, her history with both of them is fraught. “That isn’t good. They’ll both have their own agendas. You can’t trust them.”

I sigh. “I know. Can we talk about something else? I have a feeling I’ll be rehashing all this for Haji.”

“Promise me you won’t trust them, especially Jett.”

“I promise.” I raise my pinky so Dalia can see it. “Pinky swear.”

“Don’t break it,” Dalia says seriously, then fills me in on all the happenings at good old Cascadia Prep High School.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 30/03/2026
I enjoy both states… #mondaythoughts #mondaymotivation #writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #writesky
“I hate writing, I love having written.” — Dorothy Parker
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 25/03/2026
Beware the scorching digit…! Pre-order The Bane of Dragons: amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #newrelease #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #yabooks #writesky #booksky
Joe’s agonized scream stops me in my tracks. The terrible scent of burning skin joins the noisome stench permitting the air. Joe writhes as Gore presses one finger into the agent’s right cheek, twisting it back and forth like he’s putting out a cigarette. 

“Stay back!” Gore pulls Joe closer to him and withdraws the scorching digit. “Any more fight out of you, I’ll barbecue your entire face.”
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 24/03/2026
Great views offered up… Pre-order The Bane of Dragons: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
Wind Reaver’s bridge offers a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view thanks to a circular wraparound window. Below are the Pacific’s azure waters beneath an overcast sky. Far to the east is a land mass obscured by haze. Even the intermingling golden and coppery radiance of Radcliffe’s and Mauve’s draconic forms can’t spoil the view.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 23/03/2026
What does writing do for you? #writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #mondaythoughts #mondaymotivation #writesky
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 20/03/2026
Blasters are not set to stun…! preorder: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #scifibooks #newrelease #SCIFIFRI #writingprompt #booksky
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 18/03/2026
Time to get away! #bookqw #scifibooks #fantasybooks #writingprompts #booksky Pre-order today: www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons...
The guards start shooting again. Gore returns fire, but his aim is terrible, going well high and wide of any targets. The whine of the engines comes from directly overhead. The knifelike shuttle hovers about twenty feet off the ground in the tangerine mist. Kyt stands in a hatchway, holding a massive gatling gun in all four of her hands. A grunting sound comes from the gun and blue tracers erupt from the barrels.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 17/03/2026
He comes on green wings… The Banes of Dragons drops on 4/20--> www.amazon.com/Bane-Dragons... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
From somewhere to the east comes a trumpeting bellow. Through the sleeting rain are a flash of gold and outstretched green wings. Dr. Radcliffe comes to summon us back to the airship.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 16/03/2026
Is that true for writing or what? #writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #mondaymotivation #mondaythoughts #writesky
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 15/03/2026
It's a creepy job, but somebody has to do it… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #wipsnips
On a dark and dreary evening on the 17th floor of the rain and wind-battered Marcus D. Bastion Government Building, Junior Auditor Antoinette Herrera sat in the glow of a touchscreen terminal alongside a hundred or so smartly uniformed Dream Service Agents. An agent or two might have been absent due to illness, family matters, or plain tardiness. They were civil servants held in the highest esteem and, as such, given a bit of leeway. Showing up a few minutes late for a shift wasn’t a capital offense—yet anyway—even if it was duly noted in performance reviews. After all, it required a special kind of person to peer into the minds of their fellow citizens in search of transgressive thoughts.
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
It's Friday the 13th! Read something spooky! tinyurl.com/phantom-alge... #fridaythe13 #writesky #booksky #horrorsky
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danricewrites @danricewrites.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
Solarflame - out now: tinyurl.com/solar-flame Dragons, magic that scars, and a sword that burns #writesky #boosky #booksworthreading #FantasyBooks
Even in the dim light, Frederick glimpsed the pus oozing sores and bloody fissures covering the exposed skin of both men. The disgust he felt was primal. Magic was a disease, and some animalistic part of him feared the sickness was catching. More than that, he’d seen what magicians could do on the battlefield. A person who didn’t fear magicians either had dragon dung for brains, or had never seen the aftermath of their wartime handywork. Gazing at the destruction around him, he knew of only three things that could cause such ruination: magic, war dragons, and Solarflame.
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