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Michael Gattis

@mgattis.bsky.social
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He/him Aspiring #fantasy #author 📖 🐲 Dad by day, #writer by naptime 🧑‍🍼 #AmQuerying (I'm just leaving these parentheses here until I think of something clever to say)

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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Thanks 😊
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Holy moly! I just won my first writing contest! #writing #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts reedsy.com/short-story/...
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The Super Pals – A Funny Short Story by Michael Gattis – Reedsy Prompts
Have you ever slept through your alarm and had to skip breakfast? Have you ever wished for more protein in the morning than what bland oatmeal coul...
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 13/01/2026
#WIPSnips #Reflex So...chivalry is dead? #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
Charlie put her fingers to her neck. They came away bloody. She tried to thank the hero, but she was in shock.
The hero slung his bow back over his saddle, clambered down from his horse, and produced a handkerchief. He stepped towards Charlie and she reflexively reached for it. Then the hero wiped his own, sweating brow and stuffed it beneath his breast plate. “Stupidly hot in here,” he grumbled, and stepped past Charlie with barely a glance.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 12/01/2026
Today's #WIPSnips #tentacle sees Charlie on her first day at work in the restaurant. No on told her the diners were monsters! Ahhh! #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Writing #WritingPrompts
The problem with either decision, though, was the difficulty of escaping all the monsters. She hid behind a pillar and tried decide which option was best. 
Servers scurried about the dining room. They stood at tables and took orders as if nothing were amiss, even though the monsters didn’t speak at all. One fellow even spoke to them about wine pairings. Idly, Charlie wondered what wine would pair best with her, should one of these monsters get its hands, claws, or tentacles on her.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 09/01/2026
Today's #WIPSnips #table shows a battle between a kitchen manager with a hero complex against a malevolent spirit taking the form of a giant mantis. #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
Luka and the mantis began to circle one another. As they did so, the mantis knocked salt and pepper shakers from the tables and chittered maniacally.
“At least it’s a weak one,” one of the dwarf brothers said. Joren or Yoren. You couldn’t blame anyone for getting them mixed up.
“Glory!” Luka shouted. He flung himself at the mantis, knocked aside one of its scythes with his trusty spatula, and drove his chef’s knife into the insect’s heart, killing it instantly.
At least, that was Charlie’s expectation. But when the knife came out, it was clean. The mantis laughed and flung the KM aside. Then it was on him in a scene eerily reminiscent of what Charlie observed with the garbage phoenix just a few hours ago. He held back the mantis’s scythes with spatula and knife, and fended off its searching mandibles by thrusting his feet upwards, against its thorax.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 08/01/2026
Today's #WIPSnips #canvas I have for you a paint of an owl, who is also a wizard's familiar. Why do owls always suggest mouse parts for potion ingredients...? #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
Upon the wall behind Aremento’s desk hung a painting of black owl. Its eyes took up half the canvas, as if it were attempting to poke lean forward and out of the frame. Unlike the realistic oil paintings in the dining room, the owl was done with watercolors and looked like something a four-year-old might have created. “No,” it hooted. “Eye of worm will make it explode.”
Aremento tugged on his beard. “Then what do you propose?”
“Easy,” said the owl. “Heart of mouse.”
“You always suggest that.”
“It always works.”
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 07/01/2026
In today's #WIPSnips #lock, Charlie is attacked by an automaton. #WritingCommunity #Writing #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
Charlie wriggled under its grip, to no avail. “Get OFF!” she growled. Then, only slightly more wisely, yelled, “HELLLLP!” as loudly as she could.
The automaton raised its knife. Charlie saw herself reflected in that knife. It was rather shiny, for having been locked in a closet for who-knew-how-long. So, this was to be her end? She’d survived a garbage phoenix, a malevolent spirit, and a great worm, just to be minced to pieces by some ancient robot. It was tragic, really. If she could have picked a way to go, it would have been the worm. At least that would have been over quickly. (It wouldn’t have. Kyle’s digestive juices worked slowly. Charlie would have died of thirst in one of his fifteen stomachs.)
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 06/01/2026
Me (an introvert) hanging out with a group of people: Me: Says something funny, but only one friend hears me. Friend: Proceeds to repeat funny thing. Group: Laughs at hilarity. Me: Waits patiently to be given credit for funny thing. Group: Moves on with the conversation.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 06/01/2026
Surprised I have to use vibes for today's #WIPSnips #low. But anyway, here's a giant, interdimensional worm who lives in a restaurant's walk-in refrigerator. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
Charlie turned to find the cause of the sound. She’d hoped it was one of the fans breaking down or something. Instead, her eyes locked with those of a giant worm.
She barely had time to remember back to biology class, during which they’d studied earthworms. They didn’t have eyes. This one had enormous eyes. Not just black dots like you’d expect in a drawing; they were complete with sclera, blue irises, and pupils. Below its gaping, toothless mouth was a nametag: “Hello! My name is Kyle.”
Charlie abandoned her parsnips and ran.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 05/01/2026
Happy (belated) New Year, #WIPSnips and #WritingCommunty friends! Had a nice #writing and #WriteSky break over the holidays, but now I'm ready to get back to it!
Charlie put a hand over her own mouth. Jelly was gone? Truly gone? She hadn’t seen the dog until last night, though Charlie didn’t think anything of it. Miss Lucy didn’t bring Jelly to camp last summer until they’d begun auditions for the play. “I brought peanut butter for her,” Charlie whispered.
Miss Lucy walked out of the cafeteria without another word, wiping tears from her face as she went. Charlie did the same, heading for the other door. At least no one would remember she’d made Miss Lucy cry. 
The curse was beneficial in that way, at least.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 27/12/2025
You can learn a lot about a person based on who their favorite Muppets is.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 21/12/2025
When the restaurant's fancy dishwashing machine doesn't work, it becomes a surface for dirty dishes. #WIPSnips #silver #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
The machine was named Hogarth after the scientist who’d designed it.
Hogarth was silent and still. Any of the machine’s surfaces that were flat enough to balance something were laden with dirty dishes. Against the adjacent wall was a three-bay sink, at which two dwarven brothers, Yoren and Joren, stood. Over the din of splashing water, clinking silverware, and slamming pans, they yelled at one another in a language Charlie had never heard of. (It was a lost dwarven language that only they, being former dwarf princes, knew.)
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 20/12/2025
Really disappointed lol. The other option was a mission impossible movie. But considering I've never seen any of them I felt Jarjar was...the right...choice?
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 20/12/2025
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 18/12/2025
Thought I'd share with the #writingcommunity and #writesky how I'm keeping myself motivated to write the current WIP. Green = Way to go! Yellow = meh. Red = shame. Tuesdays seem to be my toughest days so far. Would love to see what systems others use!
An excel document showing a table of dates, words written on those dates, and whether or not the daily goal was met
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 18/12/2025
#WIPSnips vibes for #request. In salary negotiation, Charlie's holding out for a hero 🙃 #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
“Okay. But we never discussed my salary,” Charlie said.
This elicited a chuckle from the KM. “You’re an hourly employee. Standard beginning wage is eight bucks an hour. Time-and-a-half for overtime. Double pay on holidays.”
“No health insurance,” Plategleam grunted.
“Nor dental,” Spoonshine threw in.
“I don’t want any of that,” said Charlie.
Luka frowned. “We have to pay you. The Empress doesn’t allow people to work for free.”
“Then pay me by finding me a hero.”
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 18/12/2025
When you spend the day writing, then giddily tell a good buddy you banged out 2500 words, and they respond with a, "That's it?" When all you were trying to do was celebrate... #writingcommunity #writesky
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 17/12/2025
Tryna write in a waiting room under the cacophony of upbeat Christmas music like... #writing #writingcommunity #writesky
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 17/12/2025
Had a dream in which the kid woke up at 3am and I'd forgotten to put presents under the tree. It ended up okay, though. Wife took her bowling while I corrected the error. So. This is a nightmare at 36... #Parenting
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 16/12/2025
We all like our tuna salad #moist, right? #WritingCommunity #Writing #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
Charlie followed Miss Lucy’s gaze. The cafeteria lady, Miss Beth, had begun transferring the leftover tuna salad into clean pans and covering them with tin foil. “I’m sure I’ll get it at dinner.” All they served this year was tuna salad sandwiches. Charlie missed pb&j, the meal of choice from last summer. But this year, one of the new kids had a peanut allergy, so everyone had to eat tuna. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the cafeteria staff had run out of mayo, and someone had had the brilliant idea of using the juices from the can the tuna came in to keep it moist.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 15/12/2025
A little late with today's #WIPSnips. Vibes: #blanket = covers. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Writing #WritingPrompts
“I saw a goblin,” said Charlie as casually as someone might remark on glimpsing a squirrel. Unlike many folks, who would likely be trying to rationalize away these strange events, Charlie was quite willing to accept what her eyes had seen. She and her sister had shared a deep love of fairytales, so Charlie was primed to believe in all manner of things she’d read about. In her mind, it made perfect sense that things like goblins and trolls would exist on earth. After all, someone had to have seen them at some point. Creatures like those couldn’t have been dreamed up from nothing.
Becky sighed with all the drama of a pre-teen being personally wronged by someone who didn’t realize the world revolved around her. She knew all this about Charlie. “Shut the door, princess freakshow,” she grumbled, and drew the covers over her head.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 12/12/2025
Jelly is the name of the dog set to play Toto :) #WIPSnips #smash #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
Last summer, Charlie auditioned for Dorothy in the camp’s Wizard of Oz play. It was Ellie’s idea. She’d said being the lead in a play would help Charlie realize her curse was nonsense. “No one forgets Dorothy,” she’d claimed.
Charlie was into it, of course. Ellie could have suggested she smash her face in a tray of hot donuts fresh from the oven, and Charlie’s only question would have been what kind of filling they had. Ellie’s ideas were always great, and led to fun things, so Charlie trusted her sister. And besides, she’d have done anything to get to spend more time with Jelly.
The audition had gone fine. Charlie had remembered all her lines and delivered them with “zesty zeal.” So said Miss Lucy. But the other kids who’d auditioned had brought an equally zealous zest to the stage, and they didn’t have a curse to contend with.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 11/12/2025
Honestly don't know the answer yet 😬 that's a future Mike problem 🤷‍♂️
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 11/12/2025
There's a BlackPink song where they say "nunchi nunchi" and now it will be in my head the rest of the day. And that's a good thing. Thanks Pam!
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 11/12/2025
Gramsay, god of restaurants and narrator of my current WIP, makes his first appearance for today's #WIPSnips #full. #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #Writing
“Your hand is on my cutting board,” I said.
She snatched her fingers away just before I diced them, along with the red onions currently at my mercy. “Sorry,” she sniffed. “And I’m not crying because I’m sad or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I know,” said I, rocking the knife with godlike speed and precision. “It’s because of my face.”
“No!” said Charlie. She wiped some snot on the back of a hand. If she’d had orientation, she’d have known to go and wash her hands right away. “It’s the onions.”
“Really?” I leaned over my assembled row of third pans, all full and heaping with perfectly diced red onions. “What did you say to this poor girl?” I asked them.
“It’s nothing they said. It’s how they smell.”
I gave her a horrified look and put my hands on the sides of the pans, as if covering their ears. “Don’t listen to her. You smell just as onions should, my darlings.”
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 09/12/2025
#WIPSnips vibes for #design today! Here we see the MC facing off against a garbage phoenix. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPromprs #Writing
“Want it.” The phoenix nodded.
“Instead of eating me,” said Charlie. She pointed to Luka. “And him.”
“Eat you and plastic both. Give.”
Charlie looked to Luka, hoping for some sort of instruction, or for him to chime in and help her bargain. He was too busy keeping the phoenix’s boney wing from crushing his larynx. From the sweat beading on his forehead and the vein pulsing at his temple, the kitchen manager didn’t look in any position to offer instruction.
“Now,” snapped the phoenix. “Give. Hand over.”
Then Charlie did something smart. Not that she’d planned it or anything, but the result was the same. She tossed the plastic bottle into the air.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 08/12/2025
Woof. An ugly one for #WIPSnips #fourth today. *rocks back and forth in the chair, hugging self: "Trust the process...trust the process...trust the process..." #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
As they made their way back through the kitchen, it became clear to Charlie that Luka was in charge. He tasted the contents of different pots and pans, remarking on their thickness or lack of salt. Here he inspected a cube of cheese and berated the person responsible for its cut size being closer to an eighth of an inch than the expected fourth. There he yelled at another worker for being five minutes behind where they should have on prep. Three different emergencies were brought to his attention in the time it took to walk from the back door to the dining room, and he resolved them all with a plan of action hatched on the spot.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 05/12/2025
Drop something musical!
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 05/12/2025
4yo requested Devo's "Whip It" on the way to preschool today... Just wanted to share. #parenting
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 03/12/2025
Drop someone HEROIC 🦸‍♀️ 🖤 🦸‍♂️
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 03/12/2025
Just a short one for #WIPSnips today. Going with #dominant vibes. This draft is about as raw as it gets - only started it a week ago! #WritingCommunity #Writing #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
She might have noticed Ellie’s abnormal exhaustion. Typically, Charlie’s Curiosity would have piqued her into asking, but her other chief quality (and Curiosity’s nemesis), Absentmindedness, was at that moment in control. Next to Ellie, growing out of the overturned tree was the sure-fire way to get the part. “Dandelion!” Charlie exclaimed. She plucked it from the stump and held it aloft.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 02/12/2025
Thanks as always for the confidence boost, Pam 😀
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 01/12/2025
First #WIPSnips from my new WIP - the opening 3 paragraphs, in fact! #Belong #WritingCommunity #Writing #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
If your personal jar of peanut butter were floating in the air next to your bedside table (instead of on top, where you’d left it) you’d have been as befuddled as Charlie was when she awoke in the middle of the night, at summer camp, on a Tuesday.
Most adults would have jumped up, startled by the incredible sight. Charlie was not an adult.
Most kids would have hidden their heads under the blanket and hoped the jar would put itself back where it belonged, perhaps with a written note of apology for being so rude. Charlie wasn’t cut of that jib.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/11/2025
When you recommend a book you love to your best friend and they read it, then proceed to rip it to shreds and tell you how much they hated it, making you question your taste as a reader and awareness as a writer... #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #BookSky
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 28/11/2025
Started draft 1 of the new novel today! This after trunking the series I'd been working on and failing at for the past 10 years...I ain't even scared. Feels good. #writing #writingcommunity #writesky
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 21/11/2025
Really had to vibe for today's #WIPSnips. Up is a #direction, eh? #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #Writing
Up and up, certain that my story’s disaster awaits me at the top of the hill. I knock spiderwebs out of my way, waving my hand before me like a priest cleansing a haunted house. Normally I would find a stick to do this, but I’m exhausted. The idea of swinging a stick for the rest of my hike sounds disastrous. What if I use all my energy and have none left to fight off the bear? I’m thirsty too, but risk only little sips. A heavier water bottle makes for a greater defense. The bear needs to know I mean business.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 20/11/2025
Today's #WIPSnips from a short story about a story-serving restaurant called Cliche's. Let me know if you have any questions. #Special #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
“But…The Special is a three-course meal. Are you sure you can pull it off on such short notice?”
“Easy as 1, 2, 3.” Chef knocked on a wooden cutting board.
“It’s too risky,” said Waiter. “What if you did two courses instead? Less is more.”
“I won’t make a long story short!” Chef pulled out her notepad and began scribbling out the meal plan, speaking aloud as she did so. “First, the appetizer: a fast-paced, steamy romantasy, in which a human heroine falls for her elflike oppressor. A real enemies-to-lovers story, sprinkled generously with some absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder. 
“Next, the entrée: a slow-burning, epic trilogy about an orphaned thief who turns out to be the true heir to the throne. Swords! Sorcery! Dragons for some reason! We’ll glaze it with some calm-before-the-storm and finish it in the pan with a hint of all-hell-breaking-loose.
“Finally, for dessert: an amusing (if tiresome) and self-deprecating short work of satire, thick with clichés and references to overused fantasy tropes…which, itself, may not be wholly original, but sure seems that way to whoever came up with it. It’ll be a bit hard to swallow, so we’ll beat in some beating-a-dead-horse and add some proof-in-the-pudding and…voila!”
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 20/11/2025
Remember when you could play solitaire on windows without having to watch ads for virtual slot games with excessive graphics?
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 19/11/2025
It's a fair question! I can be bought for a standard chocolate chip, but for an oatmeal raisin? Not so much. All cookies are delicious, don't get me wrong. But there are tiers.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 19/11/2025
Another #WIPSnips from my short story about a support group for people with incredibly niche super powers. #Third #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
“Let him go,” said Steven. “Cookie bribes are beneath us. We’ll be here when you’re ready to face your mediocrity, Lenny. Third Tuesday of every month. 7pm sharp.”
“I appreciate it,” Lenny said. He passed Steven’s mom at the top of the steps and took a couple cookies at her insistence, then let himself out the front door.
And there was the rabbit, sitting in the grass, scratching at its ear. So freakin’ cute! It sniffed the air and hopped into the arms of a man – hooded, and dressed all in black – who’d been kneeling behind a tree. The rabbit nuzzled against his ear, as if telling him a secret.
“Rabbit Randall?” Lenny asked.
“My associate tells me you’ve rejected The Super Pals’ weak offer.” He grinned wickedly. “Hand me one of Steven’s mom’s cookies, and we’ll find out just how many eggs you can scramble following the path of darkness.” 
Lenny grinned back. “I’m in.” He gave Randall a cookie, then took a bite of another. “Wow. Jimmy wasn’t kidding about these cookies.”
Randall’s maniacal laughter filled the cul-de-sac.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 17/11/2025
Another #WIPSnips from a short story today. Going with vibes: #spend = pay. I'm hoping to start a new novel by next week. If all goes to plan, I can start snipping from a new source! #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #Writing
On the eve of the morrow, the king was set to marry an evil sorceress.
The nobles whispered amongst each other at the general wrongness of it. The peasants, being out of His Majesty’s earshot, grumbled more loudly (and quite specifically) about the new taxes levied upon them to pay for the wedding. And the horses ate hay, giving exactly zero whinnies about the whole business. Yet even they suspected some ensorcelling must have occurred in the time between the king’s quest to vanquish the sorceress and his engagement to her.
One thing they all agreed on? Having an evil sorceress as queen was likely to give everyone stomach ulcers.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 14/11/2025
It really was!
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 14/11/2025
Thanks Pam! It was a fun, short story. I liked coming up with the niche and useless superpowers haha.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 14/11/2025
"We're a support group for people with incredibly niche abilities." #WIPSnips #Week #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Writing #WritingPrompts
“We’re a support group,” said Louise. “For people with incredibly niche abilities. For instance, I can make a rose smell like a s’mores pop tart, but not the other way around.”
“Once a week, I can either add or subtract a freckle from my arm,” said Jimmy.
“And I can deliver messages to people’s pockets without them seeing,” Steven said proudly. “As long as they are written by someone else, and don’t have anything to do with government, military, or crime bosses.”
“That sounds like it could be useful,” Lenny said.
“Useful for a middle school student, maybe. Or if it was still the early 90s, before email and text messaging came to be.”
They all stared at Lenny expectantly. “Oh,” he said. “I can fry one egg per day, without a heat source.”
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
How your editing self sees your first draft-writing self:
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
#Novmember
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 07/11/2025
POV: You are a 3yo and your parents stashed your toy robot in the basement (because it's annoying as hell). #WIPSnips #Movement #WritingCommunity #Writing #Writesky #WritingPrompt
I know I can pull it off, provided I avoid The Guardians. 
The Guardians run this place. Their rules are arbitrary. Their moods, unpredictable. They think the rest of us are powerless. That our every movement needs monitoring. 
I shiver to think what consequences await me, if I’m caught. The Guardians wouldn’t send me to The Basement. No, I’m too valuable to them. More likely, they’ll take their fury out on one of my friends; exile them to The Basement or worse. This threat usually quells my heart’s rebellious tendencies.
But not this time. 
I can’t abandon Roby. 
Won’t.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/10/2025
Reposted. Thanks for pointing out the mental fart :)
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/10/2025
Let's try this again... Bit longer of a passage for today's #WIPSnips #Spell. Context was needed. #WritingCommunity #Writing #Writesky #WritingPrompt
On the eve of the morrow, the king was set to marry an evil sorceress.
The nobles whispered amongst each other at the general wrongness of it. The peasants, being out of His Majesty’s earshot, grumbled more loudly (and quite specifically) about the new taxes levied upon them to pay for the wedding. And the horses ate hay, giving exactly zero whinnies about the whole business. Yet even they suspected some ensorcelling must have occurred in the time between the king’s quest to vanquish the sorceress and his engagement to her.
One thing they all agreed on? Having an evil sorceress as queen was likely to give everyone stomach ulcers.
To find out exactly what had befallen the king, the nobles hired the most expensive psychologist their peasants’ taxes could buy. His name was Aremento Spellsage, and he was the only psychologist in the tri-kingdom area with a PHD in both witchcraft and wizardry. 
The king lay down on Aremento’s leather couch. He was under a spell – one of Aremento’s – essentially a hard hypnosis, as opposed to the suggestive sort that was hit-or-miss.
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Michael Gattis @mgattis.bsky.social · 30/10/2025
OMG.
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