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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Oooh, good luck! Or... break a leg. Idk the etiquette for well wishes on book readings lol but you'll do great!! 🥂🥳

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Hell yeah, Meagan!!! Soooo fuckin well deserved 👏👏👏 Sell that book! I neeeed it!! 😁♥️

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✨Meagan Essary swears she's querying✨ @thecrumpet.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

GUYS I WON!!!! Now it's time to sell this book!

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✨Meagan Essary swears she's querying✨ @thecrumpet.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

What a week for the #upmarket book I #amquerying, This Ends Now: ✔️ 1 agent like on DVPit ✔️ 1 partial request ✔️ 2 full requests (!) And in under three hours I find out if it won the Colorado Gold Rush Literary Award for literary fiction! I'm feeling humble but it's about goddamn time!!

A collage of photos: row 1 (l-r): the interior of Yale University’s Sterling Memorial Library, showing a Gothic cathedral-like entrance; a classic red Vermont farmhouse in winter, covered in snow, nestled among bare trees; a woman silhouetted against a frosted window, while sunlight spills through the window; row 2 (l-r): two hands reaching for each other in low lighting against a black background; a dark-haired woman floating face upwards in water, surrounded by white flowers, her eyes open; Spilled glass candle with wax still aflame, flickering against a black backdrop; row 3 (l-r): Sunlight streaming through a quiet pine forest, illuminating a narrow dirt path; black and white photo of a person gripping the back of another person’s head from behind ; a man’s hand clasping a woman’s hand showing her wedding ring, with a snow-covered fir tree in the background; row 4 (l-r): three antique keys on twine; dark green leaves, covered in dew; the title of the novel, “This Ends Now” written on a scrap of spiral-bound lined notepaper.

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Flygohr 🎨🎲✒️ @flygohr.com · 03/10/2026

Short timelapse of Noxxal coming together #artcommission | #dndart | #ttrpg

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Lolll I know, I was like: alright, content warning, gore, yes yes, Datusha and Ashrah...word is injury... And still! 😆

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Still could be!! How's Ray faring after her injuries 😅

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Yyyeah...his future ain't great either 😬

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Thank you, Spooky Amanda!! 🎃😊💜

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

They're both healing from some trauma 😭

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Helena: bet. 😅 I'm sure further opening a tear in the fabric of reality will be nooo problem at all!

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Oof. The blood of the injured ripening upon him. Hell of a line. 😭👏👏

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

"This one obviously had to go to Ray." 🥲😆

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#WIPSnips | injury vibes ✨ Lennie taking care of her dear Micah 😭❤️‍🩹 From my post-apocalyptic WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: The fever heat rolled off him in waves.

“You doin’ okay?” she asked, pressing the back of her hand against his cheeks, his forehead. Hotter than blue blazes.

“I’m fine.”

“Alright.” She dipped a rag in the bucket and squeezed out the excess water. “Except you were quotin’ scripture in your sleep, and…I feel like that ain't a good sign.” She paused as she laid the cloth on his brow, thoughtful. “Something about trials and treblations.”

“Tribulations.”

“Whatever,” she muttered.

“Hmm.” He watched her as she adjusted the corners of the rag, pushed back his hair, fingers lingering in the tangles. “Matthew 24:21,” he said. “Or James 1:12.”

She met his eye, sat back. “I thought you didn't believe in all that.”

“I don't.”

“Then how come you remember it so well?”

“I told you my pa made us quote scripture. It was that or meet his fists.” He grimaced as he shifted beneath the blankets. “I chose the lesser of the two’n all.”

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Ayyy, that's me! Wish I still had my big account so I could promote better 😅. Been a few months since I've read it, but I still think about that crew ♥️♥️♥️

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I had to retake this video a few times because of background noise and now I need to go lie down Thank you to Kay for this review! #booksky #bookreviews #indiewriter

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Jeff VanderMeer @jeffvandermeer.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Also, AI creates cognitive decline, so fuck that.

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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Enjoy spooky season, folks! Dropping in before all the fun new October games begin tomorrow to give you advance notice that #Novmemeber will be back again this year. There'll be a mix of returning prompts (with new memes!) and some fun new stuff. I'll ping y'all again at the end of the month! xo👻

The prompt list for #Novmemeber 2026, but the prompts have been obscured by a spooky fog until the event gets closer. For now, a skeleton is sitting on a bench and "PATIENTLY WAITING."

#Novmemeber
Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social

The corners of the graphic have colorful fall leaves (red, orange, yellow) and a silly face emoji with tongue sticking out.

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Aud Connelly: transcribing #Dogwood3 (83/95k) @audconnelly.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Switching back to #Dogwood1 for October and November to celebrate the preorder link going live!!😚 Here's a #WIPsnips with a hint of plot...

As she stepped through the open gate, the wind changed, becoming more like whispers, swirling and clawing at the seams of her clothing. Barely breathing, she crept along, following the tunnel to its end, where she found an old-fashioned wishing well, complete with crank, pulleys, and ropes. She swung her flashlight left and right, but there was—nothing. No underground laboratory, no classified weather tech-nology to explain the endless winter gripping this pocket of the forest, and nothing at all pertaining to the Stupendous Dogwoods’ bioluminescence and year-round blooming, that so-called miracle of selective breeding and genetic mutations her parents had been willing to risk everything to uncover. There were only the petals, blowing around on the icy wind amidst flurries of snow.

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🫜Prof Emily🫜 @professoremily.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Hey everyone! This October I'm hosting #Conlangity, a game about fictional languages! The goal is to help total newbies craft a conlang that is realistic & usable! It will hopefully be accessible to non-linguist people, but it won't be for the faint of heart. Prepare for a challenge! MORE INFO👇🧵

Prompt list for #Conlangity, a game for building a fictional language! Hosted by @professoremily.bsky.social. Light yellow text printed in two columns over an orange background showing a faint photo of a large open dictionary.

1. CULTURE: Name & speakers of your language
2. SOUNDS: Basic sounds or units of speech
3. SOUNDS: Rare/never used sounds
4. SOUNDS: Rules of pronunciation, emphasis & tone
5. CULTURE: How did your language develop & what is it for?
6. VOCAB: greetings/farewells

7. GRAMMAR: Word order
8. GRAMMAR: Compound words, prefixes & suffixes
9. GRAMMAR: Noun modification (number, case, gender, articles)
10. VOCAB: Words/phrases about relationships

11. GRAMMAR: Pronouns
12. GRAMMAR: Descriptive words
13. VOCAB: Words/phrases about location and direction

14. GRAMMAR: Verbs
15. GRAMMAR: Verb conjugation & other variations
16. GRAMMAR: Verbals (infinitives, gerunds, participles)
17. VOCAB: Words/phrases about time

18. GRAMMAR: Prep-/Postpositions
19. GRAMMAR: Negations & Comparisons
20. VOCAB: Words for numbers

21. GRAMMAR: Subordinate Clauses
22. GRAMMAR: Asking questions, giving commands, speaking in hypotheticals
23. VOCAB: Words/phrases about food & drinks

24. GRAMMAR: Common abbreviations & mutations
25. VOCAB: Common slang, idioms, cursing
26. VOCAB: Words/phrases about animals and plants

27. VOCAB: Words or phrases that a tourist would need to know
28. CULTURE: A word with an interesting etymology
29. CULTURE: Writing system

30. VOCAB CHALLENGE: Translate song lyrics into your language
31. FREE DAY: Something that wasn’t covered/how you plan to use the language in your work?

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Look what arrived in the mail todayyyy 😁 @professoremily.bsky.social It's so pretty! 😍 And let me tell you, the *inside* is exquisite too. Check details below to get your copy! 💜 #WritingCommunity #BookSky #WriteSky #books

"The Gods of Atalantis" book propped up on a table, by Emily Klotz. Gorgeous gold-and-blue cover with main characters Mireia, the Sea Mother, and Kena, the Sun Father, nestled, sleeping. Illustrated by @professoremily.bsky.social.

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

He is! But does he believe he's a good one too? 😭💔

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

One of my favorite scenes you've shared 😭♥️

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Keeping the populace brainwash free 🙂‍↕️👏

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Oooh. What's the cost to her 👀

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M. Clark @mcwrites27.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

The #WIPSnip Word of the Day is 'nation' - I went with 'national' here since I had limited options. This scene reveals Katie's thoughts at a vigil for the missing and presumed dead. There's a lot of guilt in being a survivor. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

The WIP Snip word of the day is 'nation' - the following is an excerpt from my novel WIP Canary featuring a related form of the word of the day - Echoing announcements came over the sound system calling fans to the stands. They were going to open the game with the national anthem, alma mater song, and a candle lighting ceremony where the life of Logan (Surname) would be honored. It felt weird that they were ignoring the others. As if their bodies being absent was enough to pleasantly float the foolish idea that they'd come home.

Optimism had always felt like self sabotage. I'd had so many wonderful things ripped out of my hands or from under my feet that I'd learned to cautiously walk around in life, anticipating the next horrible shock. As much as I tried fighting that instinct, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread whenever I looked at those missing posters. They felt living the way a memory does, not a moment. I knew they weren't coming home.

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Ross McDermott @beyondtheonions.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#WIPSnips #nation #writing #amwriting #SciFi #dystopian #adventure #wip Spiral Eyes (working title) *the histories and the mysteries of the last world war...

The Arbitrarians had raided this small, blue planet what seemed now eons ago, back when the moon was a battlefield for all nations and the scene of our world’s last war. It was that lunar conflict that had led to our proverbial last stand against the much more advanced raiding horde that war had awakened.
We had, for all intents and purposes, traded one war for another. But those histories were now mysteries for most, though a few of the aged ones, Mariner among them, thought them to rest on the foundation of truth.
He recalled his mother explaining how their downfall progressed at a gradual pace. With the acceptance of defeat, and as the greed of people tends to do, they gradually came to welcome the Arbitrarians, almost as gods.
We surrender ourselves to only our memories, though wise men warned nostalgia was not an option if a revolt was ever to succeed. Too many among us wished things could be the way they were. Cowering amidst the ruins, they bowed to the Arbitrarians, unable translate their thoughts into actions.
“We bowed to their demands, subtle suggestions at first, that slowly slipped to mandatory commands with which we were left with no choice but to follow, as our world had slipped to become their human zoo.” Mariner recalled his mother’s oft-spoken words and most of her stories with clarity, even after her passing and the many years he now watched slip into “Pastime,” as so were those days suitably called by the Rubblers of L’undonetown
“Though that war had lasted decades, in the end, it is said, we fell to the force of the Arbitrarians almost immediately when their mother ship had emerged from the depths of a hole on the dark side of the moon.” The scene of his father’s demise, the hole called Finigan’s Crater.
“They came for our sun,” his mother had told him.

excerpt from wip Spiral Eyes
by Ross McDermott

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Ooh, secret of ice!! Reminds me of the opening line of One Hundred Years of Solitude 😁

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

👀👀 Look at Edie being brave! 😁♥️

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Happy #WIPSnips 25 - (Hiber)nation! I don't have any nation by itself 😅 at least in this snip, Edie is heading into a nation of sorts 👀

The air thrummed with power. In the summer, the woods were alive with insects and birds and growing plants, and the vibrancy was palpable. Now, the trees were halfway to hibernation, but she could still feel the buzz of latent energy all around. Edie almost expected the trees to burst into bloom, but the birches just kept watch with their scarred eyes.
Eyes that now followed them.

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Margery Bayne is querying @margerybayne.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

My #scifi novel doesn't really use the word nation, but here's something civic-themed I think fits the prompt. Yay, scifi worldbuilding. #WIPSnips #AmQuerying #WritingPrompt #Worldbuilding

The development of Elios from scientific outpost to civilian settlement to sprawling city-state had been slow until it had been fast. Science was painfully sluggish when you were desperate for a cure, and humanity was desperate for the biggest one of all: finding new homes. Galaxies of nomads searched and were searching for a rock to plant their feet on, and when an outpost proved viable — the temperatures survivable, the atmosphere changeable, the ground growable — the settlers came flooding. After the settlers came the boom.

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A.B. Koga @abkoga.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Getting 🫦 about the journey ahead. From Heavenvault—an airship romantasy.

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

I enjoy that you're an H20 scientist who includes contaminated bottled water in their story 😆💜

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Thank you, Silas! 😊 I try to make their relationship super sweet throughout. Um, interspersed with apocalyptic horrors lol.

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#WIPSnips | nation Heyyy, I have this one without needing vibes ✨😅. Lennie and Micah reflect on the absence of the rapture at the end of the world… From my post-apocalyptic WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: “Mama believed in all that. The Second Coming. Said it was all prophesied, that all we had to do was wait, and we'd ascend into Heaven, right along with the rest of ‘em. The good ones.”

“You believe that crock?”

“No,” she said, poking at the dying embers. The logs settled and crackled, sending little sparks lifting into the sky. “If I ever did, I knew waiting alongside her that she weren't no chosen one.” She sighed. “And that means I ain't either.”

Micah nestled up against the tree, cradling the back of his head as he gazed at the night sky. The moonlight caught in his eyes, casting a silver-white glow to them.

“‘And there will be signs in sun and moon and stars,’” he said softly, “‘and on the earth distress of nations in perplexity because of the roaring of the sea and the waves.’”

Lennie stared at him as the logs popped. “That might be the most words I ever heard you say. Big ones too.”

He shrugged. “My pa made us quote scripture.”

“So what do you believe?”

He glanced at her, then back at the stars. “I believe your ma was right on one thing.”

“What's that?”

He closed his eyes and settled into the dirt. “That you're one of the good ones, Lennie.”

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #meddle -> interfere Ra’am Chalmalch ordered Lord Shelwon to disengage & retreat in the midst of a battle. One troop is left trapped. POV Shelwon’s herald, Jedhrath - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

He never stopped blowing his horn. The
sound of the warriors cries floated up to him,
desperate and angry. They tried to turn and flee back up the hill, but were hemmed in the deep snow, forced to fight. Their cries and the squeals of the horses made a cacophony of bloody death that resonated like pain in the Shining One's eyes, until, driven by desperation, Lord Shelwon raised the
Shammeth-stone.

"No!" Ra'am Chalmalch thundered.

"I weary of your INTERFERENCE!"

Watching them, Jedhrath clenched his fist.

"You know not what you are fighting! This is
not the time!"

Lord Shelwon's eyes blazed bright with rage.
"Three hundred lives wasted! How are you going to explain to the Edin, to their families?" The Ra'am did not answer, only stared at his protége with eyes of cold fire. The Sheltri were surrounded. The cries of
the dying wrung Jedhrath's heart.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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Sab is making FINAL EDITS ✨ @sabrinamars.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

#WIPSnips M E D D L E ✨ Ezra POV is always so insightful 🙃 #Wip #writesky #writingcommunity

A floating lantern festival at night with the following text overlayed: Do you have no decency?” Ezra seethed, finally getting Riodin's attention. “I understand you had a precarious upbringing, Hawthorne, and etiquette might not be suitable for you, but you have no business being in the Idol’s room this late. Even her guard does not go in.”
The guard standing at the door shifted slightly at the mention of his presence but said nothing. Riodin, however, responded indignantly, “You have absolutely no idea what’s going on with her, do you?”
Ezra turned up his nose at him. “What are you talking about? I am her Guardian. She is my responsibility. I certainly don’t need you, of all people, to be meddling.”
“I’m only ‘meddling’ because you’re too much of a jackass to see how scared she still is to be here,” Riodin growled.
“She will adjust,” Ezra insisted. “She has no choice. She’s the Idol.”
Riodin had the nerve to glare back. “She is so much more than that.”

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