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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

Me after realizing the first three books weren't just a bunch of things happening, but one massive character arc I'd accidentally been building all along. 😂 Now I just have to make sure the readers can actually see it. Bring me the conspiracy board. I need some red string...

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 15/04/2026

We went to Candellight! The whole experience was just amazing. It's not hard to imagine yourself in a movie. However, I realized I was imagining the wrong movie. When I caught myself sitting with the face of Hannibal Lecter, thinking about how to improve the sound of the London Symphony Orchestra.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 15/04/2026

I sent my story to the second round of the Short Stories competition yesterday. I think I got screwed over, because the combination of genre, theme, and main character was just insane. Well, In the second round, I'm a bit overwhelmed - the unbearable weight of expectations is oppressing🤣

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

I wrote a story about how my cat's ashes weren't allowed to leave Moscow airport. This romantic and utterly false story tells of a girl who flew to emigrate with just one piece of hand luggage (OH IF ONLY), and even solved all the problems on her own (WELL, WHAT A GIRL!).

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

At Short Stories at Midnight, I made it to the second round (the one where they select 5 people from the crowd)! 🤲 Second place in the group 🙂 Wow, I really didn't expect this 😅 This is even cooler than getting through the Red Light-Green Light challenge in Squid Game 😅😂

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

oh, btw I sent my text to the Novel Beginning Contest. It's my second novel in work, so I gave it a chance. Meanwhile keep editing first one... So much work, I think I just wanted someone to see it, to feel less lonely in my writing escapism ahaha😅

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

Well, yes, I'm doing a lot of writers contests lately... It's really helps to improve my writing, and think have some real feedback will be nice. Just hope I will not be depressed if the feedback will be bad ahaha😅

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 09/02/2026

The sun blazes fiercely. Squinting, I step outside to close the shutters - that light stabs straight into the monitors. I slip back into the half-dark, power up the computer. My ancestors are cave dwellers, creatures of the dark. I open the text. Why go outside, when here I travel so much farther?

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

Okay, I’ve submitted a short story for the first round of the contest. Not sure what pushed me to apply — I’d only recently written a few flash fiction pieces for a marathon, and I guess I just wanted to keep going. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll still have a story I’m happy with.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 10/10/2025

Please, let me further, past what’s safe to name; admit me inward, where the borders flame— to touch each scratch, each bleeding seam in you, as deep as hurt, as close as hurt can do. #verse #poem

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 14/09/2025

I got carried away with writing a new story, so I’ve been a bit off the radar. It feels like the antidepressants are finally doing their job, and I can be at least a little creative again! #amwriting #writesky

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 23/08/2025

I decided to explore the theme of horror. I watch so many horror films and true crime, but coming up with a truly disturbing story is difficult for me. I tend to empathize with what’s supposed to be frightening. It’s hard to be afraid of a demon once you know its thoughts and vulnerabilities...

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 23/08/2025

As for descriptions, including the highly specific ones—my icon is Janet Fitch. What she does in White Oleander makes me want to reread it forever, and then try literally everything she mentions. #summerofstory #bookrecomendations

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 22/08/2025

Missed couple of days but here I am! #wipsnips with my favorite boys🥰

The train glided smoothly along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter against the rails a soothing counterpoint to the luxurious silence of the private carriage. Morveiyn leaned back in his chair, sinking into the plush velvet upholstery with a satisfied sigh. Beyond the window, rolling hills and dense forests blurred into a serene green mosaic—a world that seemed laughably distant from the damp, suffocating pit he had recently escaped.
Of course, he could have taken an official Protectorium transport—Wyrm, his assigned private train. Or even saved time by using an omnimobile. But that would have meant jumping straight back into duty, and after what he had endured, he wasn't about to grant his father the satisfaction of seeing him march off like an obedient hound.
No, he wanted time. Time to let his body fully recover, time to gather his thoughts and prepare for whatever awaited him in Te Aroed. The slower, more comfortable journey served his purposes well. And if his father fumed over the unnecessary delay, all the better.
But the real victory was forcing the Protectorium's logistics department to finance his personal affairs. A private, reserved carriage, complete with velvet seats, warm meals, and a view far more agreeable than the inside of a cell—it was, in his opinion, the very least they owed him.
He stretched lazily, letting the weight of the past days melt away. The fact that he had managed to secure the entire compartment for himself? Just a cherry on top.
Well… not entirely for himself.
Deiyn sat opposite Morveiyn, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, peeling the skin off an apple with the deft flourish of a stage magician. The smooth, unbroken spirals curled in his fingers as he worked, his expression caught somewhere between idle amusement and quiet determination.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 22/08/2025

hey, my story took third place in a writing competition on @writersblockds.bsky.social shared third, so it kinda feels like fourth. joy is sharing the place with a bit of disappointment. still, proud of the piece and grateful it resonated with readers. #jupelwrites #WritingContest #AmWriting

Raise the flags of the motherland!…
From the fire escape came the measured, orderly, staccato beat of footsteps.
Boots.
Heavy, sturdy boots—the kind the Motherland issued to soldiers and police. These days, no one could mistake that sound. Its orderliness and inevitability were meant to strike fear in wrongdoers and pride in law-abiding citizens.
I remembered it from childhood—Victory Day parades, ranks of mirror-bright boots coming down hard on warm asphalt—Wham! Wham!—echo snapping off the walls, mingling with balloons and the triumphant blare of trumpets beneath streaming flags…
And now I—who’d never done anything worse than paint on a wall—felt my heart pounding in my throat to that same rhythm, threatening to leap out.
"They won’t have me," flashed through my mind—a desperate, defiant thought, as if I were about to fight them. The brave guardians of order, packed into black armored suits, their faces hidden behind impenetrable helmets. Those helmets made each of them look like faceless terracotta warriors, buried with their emperor in some distant antiquity. And the sound of their steps was just as heavy, inevitable, as if each of them were made of stone…

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 22/08/2025

This week for the #reedsy prompts I wrote two stories. They turned out quite different, but in both I’m playing around with the theme of #horror. Though so far it never gets past the foreplay stage. You can read them on my page! #amwriting #shortstory blog.reedsy.com/creative-wri...

A Hare in the Woods

I crept up to the hut early in the morning, slipping like a shadow past the fishnets—still damp, hanging from wooden stakes. A startled cat arched its back, dropped a half-eaten fish tail, and darted under the house to hide. Look at him, all skittish! As if he’s any better—black as soot himself…The old planks of the porch groaned under the pointed hooves, and I, catching myself, quickly pulled on the boots strapped to my belt. I’d better check on her, then sweep the path out front with a broom. No sense leaving tracks behind.

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People crowded nearly the entire length of Imperial Avenue, the widest and longest street in Teak-An, the proud capital of the Confederation of Allied Regions Naitheren.The festively dressed crowd laughed, chattered, danced, and celebrated with abandon.A young boy, perched on his father’s shoulders could see far into the distance, taking in the full splendor of the parade.His father’s firm hands held him securely by the knees, so he wasn’t afraid of falling.Beside them walked his mother, cheerful and radiant in a flowing sky-blue dress.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 20/08/2025

Have you ever created a character who ended up completely reshaping the plot you had originally planned? What did you do — did you follow where the character led, or did you "make" them do what needed? what’s easier: changing the plot, or a character who’s already too willful? #writersprompt

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 20/08/2025

Tried Shadow and Bone because everyone raved about it. I made it to page 7 and went to die in the pit. As a Russian-speaking writer… Not sure what hurt more: misspelled Russian words — or what she did with them. People say it gets better by the second book.. should i give it a chance? #amreading

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 20/08/2025

True story, that's how I burned out haha

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Li Chen @exocomics.com · 18/08/2025

happily ever after 🥰

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

One thing about my writing — someone’s always quoting poetry. It might be a romantic haiku, a filthy folk rhyme, or a lullaby, but if the moment allows it, you can be sure a verse will slip in. I’m no great poet, so the verses are almost always short — but I’m helpless to stop myself. #AuthorSky

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

I’ve written an entire world for my novell, layered thick with legends, literature, saints and their lives, folk tales and old ballads. Much of it deserves at least a short story of its own. It’s not exactly shelved away for “someday” — I do plan to write it all. Unless I die first.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

Mor is the master of keeping a straight face — so when even he can’t, I know something’s really off. #wipsnips #writesky #wtiterscommunity #amwriting #writingprocess

Get a hold of yourself. Now. The command cracked through his thoughts like the lash of a whip.
A jagged breath threatened to escape Morveiyn's lips; he trapped it behind clenched teeth, holding it until the chaos in his chest stilled to a dull, manageable throb. Control. Cold logic brooked no hesitation, no ragged edges. But the mask's polished surface felt thin, a hair's breadth from cracking under the pressure of the raw, visceral surge beneath. He focused on the points where his nails bit into his own palms, the sharp, grounding pain a necessary anchor, forcing the tide back down into numbness. Compressed the unruly feeling inward, layer by layer, compacting it into a dense, silent core. Only then, when his expression was once more a smooth, impenetrable lake, did he release the breath, slow and controlled.
Catching the worry etched on Deiyn's face, Morveiyn waved him off with an irritated flick of his wrist.
"Honestly, do you think I'm made of spun sugar? A bit of rest, and I'll be right as rain," he dismissed. "Go pack my travel bag for tomorrow instead. Make yourself useful."

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

So I’ve started a little experiment: a rat’s-eye view on common pitfalls in short fiction. Just curious notes from a writer learning out loud. #writingcraft #writingprocess #writingmistakes #jupelwrites #writingtips #substackwriters #writingblog First entry is up: substack.com/@alionapires...

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Rat Club#1: How Not to Get Hit in the Face with a Plot Twist

A writer’s notebook on reading, noticing, and trying not to judge (too hard).

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

I’ve been digging through the #reedsy short story pool lately. Writers love being read, but don’t always read each other. Still, that ever-refreshing stack holds lessons in what works… and what doesn’t quite. #ratsdiary #writingcraft #amreading #amwriting

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

Oh, that’s easy! Mo Xiang Tong Xiu made me reconsider whether my intrigues were layered enough. And overall, her vivid, folklore-rich, deeply internal prose made me reread my draft for the hundredth time and deepen what had seemed like shallow waters. I adore her! #writinginspiration #LoreOutLoud

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

This week’s plans: working through burnout, step by step. It once spread from drawing to writing-that’s the risk of creative work. Push too hard, and the spark goes quiet. But I’m still here, and writing again, even a little, feels like a good sign. #writingmotivation #creativeprocess #writerslife

Even if my writing isn’t perfect today, and it feels like no one but me needs it — they still matter to me. That’s reason enough to keep writing.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

Laurent is a classic bastard who blazes past us like a comet — but I kind of like him, so I generously granted him a childhood trauma to make him even more endearing. The sacred right of an author! #wipsnips #writingprocess #characterbuilding #indieauthors #writerscommunity #writesky

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Baronet Loran of Acrass lounged at the center of his private alcove, reclining like a self-satisfied predator surveying his domain. The footman at the entrance bowed slightly before drawing back the sheer curtain, announcing Morveiyn's arrival.
"Come in, darling," Loran called, his voice a lazy purr. "I've been waiting."
The scene before Morveiyn was an imitation of an old religious painting—one of those grand, forgotten works where the First Messiah and his apostles dined in divine excess.
At the head of the gathering, in the role of a self-appointed deity, was Loran. Tall, broad-shouldered, with golden hair spilling over his bare chest, he exuded the effortless confidence of a man who had never known denial. His sun-kissed skin gleamed under the low light, the coarse hair on his torso catching the glow of nearby lanterns.
Flanking him, like faithful disciples, lounged two near-naked courtesans clad in translucent tunics designed more for suggestion than modesty. Their bodies curved toward him, waiting for his idle attention, though it was clear he had long since grown indifferent to their presence.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

Share 4 years of your #art 2021-2022-2024-2025 It’s hard to call myself an artist right now, when I’ve burned out down to embers. But over the past few years I really did push my drawing skills forward. It’s just a shame it’s come to the point where I can’t draw anything anymore.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

Never thought about archetypes in my novel, but turns out they’re there — and deliciously so. And this is just my boys: #loreoutloud #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #writesky #QueerFantasy #WritersOfBluesky

The Masked Hero (The Wounded One) — a figure marked by trauma and forced invisibility. His scars and silence embody the archetype of the queer self that hides in plain sight, surviving by control and distance. He represents the cost of being “other” in a world that demands conformity.

The Golden Companion (The Witness) — radiant, loyal, and rooted in the “normal” order of things, yet drawn irrevocably toward what lies beyond it. He becomes the one who sees through Mor’s armor, embodying the archetype of the beloved who recognizes and validates the hidden self.
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The Forbidden Intimacy — a pairing defined by tension between the unspeakable and the undeniable. Their bond breaks unspoken rules of their world, embodying the quintessential queer archetype: love that should not exist, yet insists on existing. They are not opposites, but two halves of survival — one bearing the wound, the other bearing witness.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

My suspicions were correct — I practically rewrote this story. I honestly have no idea how people manage to write what they need on the first try 🫠 #AmWriting #AmEditing #WritingCommunity #WritersOfBluesky #authorstruggles

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

Today my Mor is in trouble. Though, on that day, it was the least of his problems. #wipsnips #darkfantasy #wipwriting #wipsnippet

She was sobbing now — not prettily, but violently. Her whole body shook with it.
“I saw how you looked at her!” she shrieked, spittle catching in the corners of her mouth. “You sick, sinful bastard! I see the filth in your eyes — I feel it. You make my skin crawl!”
Morveiyn, stunned by the ferocity of her outburst, faltered — the mask of perfect composure slipping for a moment, as he twisted helplessly in her grip like a sapling bent by hurricane winds.
The guards still held his arms wrenched behind his back — it was only thanks to their firm grasp that the stout woman hadn’t knocked him flat to the floor.
Her distorted face loomed close, and for a second, he braced himself — expecting her to claw at his skin or sink her teeth into him.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 16/08/2025

The word allergic only appears once in the entire book - while my aristocrats are pecking each other. As you can tell, this chapter is still mid-edit. I’ve only done a “what don’t I like” pass, so here’s a little #behindthescenes peek. #selfediting #fantasywriting #writinginprogress #wipsnips

“Or you’re simply allergic to consistency.”
Before Morveiyn could speak, Leonne offered his contribution with a chuckle:
“Oh, but surely we can’t expect such rigid virtues from a Lyutich?” he said, resting the polished tip of his boot against the fountain’s rounded edge. The golden embroidery on his elegant frock coat gleamed under the lantern light, and the silver lace of his cuffs trembled as he lazily extended a hand to let the water run through his fingers. “His family’s brilliance lies in adaptation. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s myth—whichever serves the dinner table best.”
Renar tilted his head, smirking.
“Oh, indeed. I’d call that pragmatism, frankly. A man of circumstance, not conviction. And, between us, that's far more fashionable these days than that old bore, honor.”

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 16/08/2025

This one came together surprisingly quickly. Compared to the last story, which took four days, this one was done in just one. It feels... almost too smooth. Like I must’ve missed something — but I can’t see where. I’ll let it sit for a few days and look again with fresh eyes. #writinglife #amwriting

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 16/08/2025

The new friday prompt on reedsy is out-and I already know what I’m going to write. I’ll try not to stretch the story too much, but I can’t promise anything. These pieces are going to be part of a short story set in my book’s world, so every time I’m tempted to cram in as much lore as possible…

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 15/08/2025

In todays #wipsnips my girls trying to poke each othes, having no idea what author will make them do later... #writerscommunity

Okkin could crush her with a word, a glance, a gesture. Veronica knew that. Knew it viscerally, the way one senses the edge of a blade just before it kisses skin. And yet the duchess didn’t.
That was what made it unbearable. And irresistible.
She didn’t understand why it thrilled her so—the dance of feints and flickers, the leashed ferocity beneath that stillness. Perhaps it was the simple fact of not knowing what Okkin would do. Of walking a razor’s edge beside a girl who wore serenity like armor but might very well breathe fire underneath.
Veronica’s instincts itched for mischief. For something to tilt the poised surface, just a little.
And few things worked better than a story too ridiculous to ignore.
“You heard about what happened in Vel-Lira, didn’t you? That nonsense with young Lord Elseth and the poetry?” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial lilt as they passed beneath a bloom-heavy arbor.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 15/08/2025

Reedsy sent out one of those “please critique a couple stories” emails, and me-being a perfectionist and a professional overthinker-responded with the gentlest monsters of comment sections. Like, full literary dissection but wrapped in compliments and soft language so I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings.

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Aliona Pires Diz @jupelpupel.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

As a bloom wind-plucked, Butterfly kisseth thy wound— Yet #wings are brittle. #vss365

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