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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

Had to use “stick” vibes today. ✨The Annora Project✨ *rough draft* of book 2 #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky “costume” Zane’s father sending him on a mission to blow a signal tower surrounded by “infected” with a team of civilians. (He’s kind of the worst)

With the tower finally in sight, I crouch at the treeline, eyes fixed on the red-lit signal tower pulsing against the night sky. I will bring it down.
I have to.
Behind me, the “team” is assembled in a jagged line, outlined by the faint glow of the moon, each a bundle of nerves in the darkness. James clutches a pistol in both hands like it might explode any second. His grin is too wide, his breath too fast. I know this type—too eager, too loud. Dangerous. Then there’s Mara, carrying nothing but a pocket knife she didn’t even seem to know how to open, trembling as she tries to look anywhere but the tower. Beside her, Anna stands stiff and quiet, holding the bag of explosives like a basket of bread rolls, arms steady from years of carrying heavy pots, not weapons. The old man leans on a stick he picked up on the path, a grim line carved into his face. I know better than to underestimate him, despite his limp, he’s fought in wars before anyone in this village was probably born.
Between us and the target, a small horde of infected shuffles aimlessly. Their eyes are glazed over and faces slack under the signal’s influence, minds hollow as they wait for instruction—a living shield for the tower.

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Hope Engel 📚 @hopeengel.com · 29/10/2025

In a big stretch, subbing “floors” for broomstick because he is talking about cleaning floors which once would do with some broom device 😅 (I’m imagining they’re using a swiffer but the scene didn’t need that level of detail)

After a quick shower, Asher and I tackled the Sunday reset checklist so the apartment was looking really good - me on floors, him on kitchen duty.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

The embodiment of intrusive thoughts in a novel. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

Hale’s light skimmed over the entrance of the next landing: Residential Suite B4.
The iron door was punctured in places, small jagged holes scattered across its surface.
Whispers leaked through—fragmented, overlapping—like a dozen conversations just out of reach.
Metal clinked—knives, forks, spoons—tapping against dishes, people gathered around a feast.
Brushing dragged in unbalanced strokes—broom bristles sweeping the floor—followed by the groan of wood settling under a heavy weight—someone taking a seat.
People? They shouldn’t be. They couldn’t be. But if not… then what are they?
Who talks but people?
He glanced at the others—pale faces, stiff limbs, stares fixed on the door in utter silence.
Maybe he should…
Hale lifted a finger to knock, but Camilla clamped it down. “Mother said it’s inadequate to disturb… things when they’re eating. Let’s leave them in peace.”

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

A pre-war speech from Darion La Valette. Taken from my old fantasy novel that will probably never see the light of day. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

My men do not fear the blades of fallacy.
My men do not tremble at the sight of the armies of heresy.
My men do not kneel and crawl, for they are neither fodder nor thrall.
Steel your hearts as we march, let their screams reach the stars.
Men, let’s show them how the Kingslayers charge!

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

"Songbird" is the nickname Marco gave Camilla. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

A #WIPSnips from book 2 of✨The Annora Project✨ #writingcommunity #writesky “second” In a future dystopian world—Fynn’s best friend is a flirt and delights in pestering him about Annora.

“Man, I just don’t get you. You can infiltrate a criminal mastermind’s company, hack into secure mainframes, travel to the past on a top secret mission, but you can’t tell one girl how you feel about her?”
My fingers falter on the keyboard for half a second, just enough for Cael to notice.
“Aha!” He points dramatically. “That right there? That was guilt. The great Fynn Abernathy, genius coder, time-traveling mystery man, protector of the future, brought down by a girl.”
“Would you lower your voice? Someone might hear you,” I grumble, not at all pleased that this is probably what the next four hours are going to be like.
He leans in, smirking. “Oh, you mean somehow Annora might hear me? Wouldn’t want her to find out her friend’s been secretly pining for her since—what? The moment you crash-landed in her timeline?”
Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes on my computer screen, ignoring his pestering. “It’s for the best. I had to keep secrets from her, and now she wants nothing to do with me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm. Well I happen to be very observant my friend, and the way she looks at you when she knows you’re not paying attention? Dude, even the dumb, non-AI programming we did yesterday could detect the chemistry between you.”
I sigh, rubbing my temples. He’s not going to let this go. “It’s complicated,” I mutter, hoping he’ll just shut up and let me work. I love the guy, but it’s hard to get anything done when he’s on a roll.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

Hello everybody, been a while. I was hibernating from social media to finish my WIP and i finally did. Now i am discovering how this whole beta reading thing works. From my finished draft: A Monster's Lullaby. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

A lonely house nestled between the trees, camouflaged by roots and leaves. Vines coiled up its sides, clutching the boarded windows, while the roof sagged beneath broken branches and a colony of bird nests.

Marcia lowered the map, pistol drawn. Her boot hit the porch step, wood groaning. The door hung ajar, leaking earthy rot and the dense choke of decay.

She swallowed a gag and nudged the door wider with the barrel of her gun. Switching her flashlight on, Marcia’s beam swept over a table set for one. Mismatched utensils sat next to a plate bloated with rot. A torn ration packet marked “Westfield Camp” leaned against the plate, its moldy contents leaking sludge into the wood.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Finally finished the first draft of my WIP and officially entered the beta reading phase. And i have no idea what I’m doing. Cheers everybody! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 06/10/2025

From my finalized first draft of the novel: A Monster's Lullaby. When Camila woke up to a burning street and smoky sky, her mother tasked her to gather only what matters and meet her downstairs. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 06/10/2025

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips The word for October 6th is "miss" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 6 - miss
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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Chaos Goblin extraordinaire is Editing 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @theronshan3666.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

now we move into book 3 in the Legacy. Theron checks in on the kids. -Outside- #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #OriginalStory #StarWars #theOldRepublic from “Family is more than blood”

fully vanished. There was always a chance the old legacy would try to resurface, since it carried in the veins of the next generation.
He shook the thought off. These children were different.
They were surrounded by love — the kind Borias had been denied. Borias had been torn from his mother and brother at an early age, twisted and corrupted by the Sith.
The boys, by contrast, had been raised with care and devotion, not with greed, cruelty, or hate. Whatever shadows lingered in their bloodline, love had given them strength enough to resist it.
She noted his far away look. "Are you alright father ?"
Theron chuckled. "Yeah…... thoughts just wandering off as usual."
He watched the rain outside as it pattered on the window frames in a steady rhythm. Neon signs flicked on and off in the distance.
He took a breath, then nodded. "I'll let you get back to work. Let me know if you need anything." She smiled at him. "I will. Thank you, father."
Theron walked out the doorway and into the atrium, glancing over at the mess the boys had made in the eastern half of the sky Palace.

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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

One of Rowynn’s nightly sojourns with the demon, Zi… #WIPSnips from SoS for “outside” 🖤🌙✨

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🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜 @jimthevampire.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

Sometimes "outside" isn't where you want to be. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #sff #Sci-FiWriters #WriteSky

She shimmied off of the bed and raced for the door before those three damn dangerous words could escape. Stopping in the door frame she looked back at him. The words threatened to leap from head to tongue. She swallowed them down, unsure of the taste.
He was watching her expectantly. “You okay?”
She forced a smile. “Yeah. I’m just gonna miss you is all.”
He held that big smile and blew her a kiss. “Me too. See you soon sexy”
Sexy. Just sexy. No dangerous words for either of them today then. Fine.
She glanced at the watch again. Beyond out of time. She walked away.
Outside the dawn lit the world in murky grey; the orange glow of the system's star hidden behind thick clouds. Wind-driven rain hammered the flat plastic roofs of the stilted prefab buildings that made up Miranda colony.
Shitty weather for a shitty day.

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

✨A Recipe for Romance✨ #wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “outside” Will’s favorite bar and grill, Shorty’s, is closing.

The place was pretty full, but Will waved down the young waitress he knew, and she rushed to clear a table for them. Shorty’s might not have looked like much on the outside—a weathered, squat, brick structure on the corner of Main Street and a road nobody remembered the name of. The bar was solid oak, smoothed by years of elbows and spilled drinks. A chalkboard menu hung slightly crooked, offering the night’s specials—Fried Catfish. Meatloaf Monday. Tator Tot Casserole. Locals could sit on worn barstools, talking football, harvest, or who finally fixed their roof after the last storm, or in booths with cracked vinyl seats that lined the walls. A jukebox hummed in the corner, playing a surprising amount of 90’s country. The flat-screen TV above the bar played whatever game was on—nobody watched too closely, but everyone noticed the score, especially if it was Husker football. Salt and pepper shakers sat beside laminated menus that never changed, the burgers were hand-pattied, and the pie (especially the rhubarb) was made by someone’s aunt who still used lard in the crust. Everyone nodded when you walked in. It was a place that felt like home, even if it wasn’t yours, and that’s why Will loved it.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

Does it make sense without context? Probably not. Would that stop me from posting it? well... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

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Chaos Goblin extraordinaire is Editing 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @theronshan3666.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

Theron is under pressure with his father’s sudden appearance #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #StarWars #theOldRepublic #OriginalStory #SFF from “Family is more than Blood”

Jace appeared at the doorway. "I came to say I'm sorry. About Satele. About-"
Theron cut him off, bitter "Don't...Don't you dare pretend now. You always put the Republic first. You hated the Sith so much that you refused to see anything else. and now you resent me for a partnership with something you hate."
Borias straightened, stepping between them slightly.
He placed a gentle hand on Theron's chest. The platinum ring glimmered in the light from above them
He looked over his shoulder, staring into the hazel eyes with unwavering intensity.
"Make no mistake, Commander. I love your son. That will NEVER change. All he ever wanted was love and acceptance. You never gave it. And he resented you for it. You made him bleed for it."
Jace clenched his fists fuming. "I gave my life to protect him! To protect the Republic so he'd have a future!"
"But yet, you were never there. Do you think duty makes up for absence? For silence? He needed a father, not a symbol draped in medals."
Theron was quiet, his green-gold eyes shining with hurt as he watched them tear into each other.
The weight of Borias' words hit hard.
Jace exhaled sharply, his broad shoulders sagging.
For once, he didn't argue.
Jace's voice broke, his heavily scarred face pleading.
"Stars help me... you're right. I didn't know how to love him. Not the way you do."

"Then learn. It isn't too late. He wants a family — even if he never talks about it. I see it now, every time he looks at you." Borias said softly, his deep voice resonated warmth and understanding. "It would be better for him if you accept it, accept him."
Theron looked away, fighting his building emotion.
"Borias?" he said softly, looking down at his feet
Borias turned his head to look at him. "It will be alright dearest, trust me."
Theron looked at him, giving the slightest nod The door creaked. Lazuli appeared at the doorway, her presence calm and grounding.
"Theron has more love around him now than he had ever dreamed possible." She moved into the room and stood in front of Jace. "you can still be a part of that... If you choose to."
Jace stared at her, then at Borias - the Sith he mistrusts, the man his son loves — then at Theron, who won't quite meet his eyes. His jaw tightened, then finally...
"For his sake... I'll try."
Jace extended a calloused hand.
Borias gripped it firmly, their eyes locking - not as enemies, not yet friends, but as men who love the same person.
"For his sake, we both shall."
Theron lets out a shaky breath, tension easing from his shoulders. For the first time in years, there is the beginning of something he never thought possible-a family.

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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

Rowynn’s first encounter with the Wizards of Arkas… #WIPSnips from SoS for “pressure”.

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🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜 @jimthevampire.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

Got a few hits for pressure. Kinda expect too on a tin can in space 😊 #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #sff #Sci-FiWriters #amwriting

Elara unclipped and shoved the brace bar up over her head. “Thanks for the ride Alex, very comfortable.” She stood, stretching aches out of complaining muscles while her feet squished around in wet boots.
Without looking around Alex said, “Always an honour to fly with the esteemed First Officer.”
She chuckled, while removing the bag from the crash webbing. It was still sodden. She hoped that the painting wasn’t completely ruined. Her fingers fumbled on the hatch release but it opened with a hiss of air. She worked her jaw as her ears popped in the equalising pressure.
Stepping gingerly out of the tiny tin coffin, into a gargantuan one, she was greeted by a wave of steam as the cold shuttle rapidly cooled the warmer canned air that hit its shell, amplifying the metallic twang.
She squinted in the misty haze, the standard flickering yellow of ancient fluorescence casting a strange glow.
The large shuttle bay stretched out in each direction, the massive doors behind her, keeping the void at bay; crates lashed to the grey metal bulkhead were the only decoration

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

The Annora Project sequel #wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “pressure” A dystopian future—Zane’s been sent on a mission to destroy a signal tower.

“We did it! We did it!” James whoops to my right.
Anna sinks to her knees, staring at the fallen tower.
“Shut up, pup. This wasn’t a victory.” Ben’s eyes meet mine a second before I hear it—low, desperate sobbing.
Instantly I roll and push myself up, limbs screaming in protest. Mara is crumpled at the edge of the ditch, one hand pressed weakly to her forehead. Blood seeps through her fingers, running down her temple in dark, glistening trails. Anna’s already kneeling beside her, whispering words I can’t hear, adding her hand for pressure against the wound.
Stumbling closer, I mumble, “Mara. Mara. Hey, you’re okay.”
Her eyes flutter open, glazed and unfocused. She smiles faintly when she sees me, and it breaks my heart.
“I…I slipped,” she whispers.
“You’re going to be alright,” I lie, dropping to my knees. “You’re gonna be just fine.”
Softly gripping her wrist, I check for a pulse. It flutters, weak and shallow.
Ben crouches heavily beside me, face grim. “Head wound,” he mutters. “Bad one…not much you can do out here.”
James hovers behind us, shifting from foot to foot, his gun forgotten in his hands. Mara tries to lift her head, but winces, sagging back. Blood pools beneath her in the mud.
“I didn’t want to come,” she mumbles, a broken laugh escaping her. “I was so scared…and now…it’s funny, right?”
“No.” My voice comes out sharper than I intend, and I wince. “No, it’s not funny.”
Whipping off my shirt, I press it to Mara’s head, but the blood keeps soaking through. She shivers—once, then stills as the light leaves her eyes. I stay there, kneeling, staring down at her. Part of me waits for her to take a breath. To cough. To blink.
She doesn’t.

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

There is a definite earworm for today's #WIPSnips word, which is "dust" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 6 - dust
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

Cole was dust in human form. You could vacuum a hundred times, and still, he’d find a way inside. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

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Hope Engel 📚 @hopeengel.com · 06/09/2025

Cleaning your room before the girl you like comes over for the first time #romance

After a quick shower, Asher and I tackled the Sunday reset checklist so the apartment was looking really good - me on floors, him on kitchen duty. I had the urge to do the Wednesday chores ahead of time so the apartment would be immaculate, but it would throw off his rhythm. I tidied up my desk and made my bed as a consolation. I even dusted my desk and windowsill.

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Andrew Halliwell @spike1967.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

There is a definite earworm for today's #WIPSnips word, which is "dust" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts Is the earworm related to little britain, perhaps? Anyway, book 6 of my timeline series.

Prison in a high tech world, where they've abandoned most traditional skills. My MC volunteers to teach a little woodwork/carpentry, but in order to do that, he has to clean out the workshops to find the right one.
He offered to do it by hand, rather than have them rely on a robot to do it..

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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

"dust" The Sandman asked Cupid for a favor: help a human (Laurel) fall in love. #WIPSnips #BringMeADream #WriteSky

“You know I can’t go slinging arrows all willy-nilly,” I told him. “I only do the work that comes across my desk. But if you’re interested in a particular human, I can submit an application for a match.” I stood from my desk, walked to the back wall and bent down to a file cabinet that hadn’t been touched in at least a century; the drawer creaked, and a dust bunny sprung out and hopped away.

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

✨The Annora Project✨ (Sequel WIP) #wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “dust” Zane back in the future—

A cloud of dust releases into the air with the first punch, the sack of grain groaning with the anger I unleash behind it. Training seems to take the edge off before a mission. It used to calm my mind. Now it keeps me from obsessing about her. Is she injured? Did she find Fynn? Is she safe? These are the questions that plague my nights, my sleep sporadic—restless—basically impossible. Dark circles hang like heavy half moons under my eyes. I’m sure people have noticed, but most likely think it’s because of the mission…the failure. Although the virus went dormant for a time, somehow it was triggered much later…how or by whom, we’re still unsure. I only prolonged the inevitable when I bombed Driscoll Engineering. Namari trains silently on the mat near me. I feel her worried gaze as I throw a series of punches, but ignore it. I don’t need her pity…it doesn’t change anything. And she knows me well enough to keep her mouth shut.

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themoundofdead @themoundofdead.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

"Event" 15 Chapters out on Royal Road now, if anyone's interested: www.royalroad.com/fiction/1284... #WIPSnips #ShamelessSelfPromotion #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #writersofbluesky

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🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜 @jimthevampire.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

Does a non-event count? 😄 #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #sff #Sci-FiWriters

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

I've always wondered how far can I push a certain voice in the narrative? like, did i go a little bit overboard with the pros in his snip for example? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

When they entered the room, the emergency lights spilled through the openings, lining the walls with jagged contours of claws, hunched figures, and twisted limbs. Hale couldn’t tell if they were beasts, or tricks of a brain drowning in cortisol and adrenaline, his amygdala hijacking perception into a survivalist’s nightmare.
The facility groaned—metal shifting, doors rattling, the unseen pressing against the structure like the whole place was breathing.
An event was unfolding on the edge of Hale’s peripherals.

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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

Do not have "coffee", which is not really a surprise given that I don't usually drink it myself. So, I used another usually hot beverage instead. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Alice silently sat down at the other end of the table from The Hatter, looking down at her steaming and bubbling tea. The other creatures looked at her expectantly.

“What? Not enough sugar?” The Hatter taunts her.

Alice stares dead into his eyes, and takes a swig of the bitter tea without worrying about the boiling heat. She looks away, but feels The Hatter continue to watch her anyway.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

I've been off social media for over a week now. Life's been crazy, but here we are, back in the game and with a snip that slaps. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

As Zero picked up the mug, the drink wobbled, spilling fresh lines, dripping onto the floor.
It was still warm. Still tasted the same?
She sipped.
Weak bitterness. Dull sourness. It was thin, and shallow, like water that loved coffee so much it started imitating. It’s rich, brave flavour was reduced to a faded memory.
Zero stuck out her tongue. A chalky aftertaste clung to her mouth.
The Caretaker had made her a cup before. But the only thing they shared was the name.
This Coffee must have died.

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

The #WIPSnips word for September 4th is "coffee" I can't believe I hadn't used this word before since it's one of my favorite things 😃 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 4 - coffee
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

Here's more of the omniscient narrator idea. Wondering if you like the voice. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

Connie trapped the trap beneath the trapdoor— so that anyone who traps the handle between his fingers and yanks, would get trapped in the trapezoid-shaped room.

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