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Jan!!! Missed your snips! Brilliant as always - I feel seasick just reading that. How've you been?

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 11h

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From: ‘Ship of Fools’ Prompt: ‘Dazzle’ #WiPSnips

The stairs ended in a hatch and one of the men leaned around her, smelling of stale alcohol, sweat and onions, and pushed open the hatch. Bright sunlight threatened to blind her again, but through the dazzle, she saw the rough, sunburned faces of a number of men, who all seemed to find her appearance quite fascinating. They were, indeed, upon a ship. As they continued to push her along, she noted the two masts, the vast swathes of cloth for the sails, and the even more vast ocean surrounding the ship. Of the island the mutineers had stranded her on, she could see nothing.

“Where is my servant? I must speak with my servant! This treatment is outrageous! I will be writing an extremely harshly worded letter to my local Partlimentary Counsel on this matter!” In the brief glimpse of the room below, she had not seen Nursey and Penny had the awful feeling that these ruffians had left her on the island. “Unhand me! And, may I add, that it would be gentlemanly of you if you allowed me to make myself presentable before meeting a ship’s captain.”

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Barrows @barrows.itch.io · 11h

#WIPSnips I suffer from a strange disease that forces me to describe every funny little robot my cast comes across

The antigrav disc whirred, lifted itself off the air, then beeped and went still. A flat Artificial wearing staff colors took notice—a three-legged, disc-shaped entity of smooth metal. Its name tag, alternating between all major alphabets, read (when Yana could read it) XB05 'Xeebee', and specified 'it' as form of address.

Xeebee approached them through a somewhat dazzling dance of twirling legs around which it pivoted, spinning like an unsteady top until it reached them, and came to an abrupt halt.

"I am sorry. They are a bit temperamental," it said. Its voice, heavily modulated, sounded like something out of an ancient synthesizer. Sharp and harsh—intentionally so. It leaned its body forward so that all three omnidirectional cameras on its back were trained on Yana and Xyd, and pointed one spiderlike leg towards the darker circle in the middle of the mobility disc. "You will have to stand there."

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📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚 @ellieyellu.bsky.social · 4h

#WIPSnips Coria, a human space princess, has just returned to her home planet after spending 5 yrs in the imperial core, sent away after being discovered to have been having an inappropriate relationship with Rune, her alien bodyguard After a tension-filled interaction with Rune on the airstrip...

From Never Leave The Galaxy Without My Love, a WIP sequel to Always Get In a Spaceship With a Scoundrel

A pilot, livery visible though the cockpit glass, landed one of the palace lightcraft on the other side of the Lacksweed and let the engines spool down. When the passenger door opened, Coria’s curiosity turned to surprise as none other than Benedict Benedict strode out onto the field, the pink sequins in his traveling suit now catching the sunshine in a dazzling shimmer.

“Hello!” he called as he loped over to Coria and Rune under the wing of the swallowtail. As he approached, it was as if he were wearing a second suit above his pink one made only of sequins and shimmering light. In the artificial light of the arc ship or in the towers of the Imperial Core, the effect might have been striking, but in the yellow spring sun in the palace valley, he looked clownish and overdressed.

“Lord Benedict,” Coria said, not bothering to hide her surprise at seeing the man who had followed her around for weeks on the arc ship now approaching her on her family’s estate.

At her side, Coria felt Rune stiffen as Benedict Benedict took both Coria’s hands in his as a gesture of greeting, as if they were very old friends.

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👀👀 What could *that* possibly mean?!

L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Taking a small break✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 10h

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G'morning #WIPSnips! Had to look desperately for a synonym, found it then also found a nice place to actually edit the word in, so nice snip all around. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“It’ll take s minute for him to get his senses back. Iron is harmful to Fae, remember?” she says.
“Remember? This is the first I’m hearing of it,” I comment. I look to Gizelda, who’s now holding a tiny vial up to eye-level. It has some sort of silvery dust in it, but before I can discern anything else, she crushes the vial and throws the dust towards the center of the open space. The dust soars as if the rain doesn’t exist, falling over the space like an expertly cast net for a second before swirling into a multitude of thin tornadoes. I blink, and the dazzle of dust is gone, replaced by dozens of revealed caltrops scattered all over the ground.
“That’s a neat trick,” I comment.
“People use iron like this all the time, so father developed countermeasures,” Gizelda says and starts surveying the littered ground. “This is not favourable ground.”
“We’ll take care of that!” Craig comments and starts walking into the compound, picking up caltrops as he goes.
“Wait-“ I try to say, but I feel a hand on my shoulder, and turn to see Irena there.
“No time, just cover them, those need to be picked up anyway. Ari, can you carry Mr Vran for a bit please?”
“Uh, sure,” Ari says and scoops up Vran in one movement as the rest of the class spreads out a bit, picking up caltrops, except for Gesa, Galilah and Christine. Christine’s flames provide welcome illumination, but I look to the two sisters questioningly.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman 🪉💎🏹 @acturek.bsky.social · 9h

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #dazzle Drisal is behaving himself like a champ. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

And now it was more than a daze his brother
was in. As much as it worried him he knew also, with some nebulous knowing, to keep his distance. Rushak drifted away, and Drisal let him go. Lyn came up
from behind and put her arms around him. He let her lead him back to where Teryl sat, let her make him eat though he could not taste the food. His eyes took in unblinking the light of the candle flames all around the honored corpse, and he
let them DAZZLE. He stayed there with her, and while she made trips with Glassa to replenish the food or
pursue other missions of ministry he waited for her. He waited without relief from the strangeness in his heart, though his mind cleared once Rushak settled
into something, maybe humming and plucking his letra, calmed by silver-blue gemlight, maybe poring over his books and writing on his parchments. Drisal lifted a hand to the pouch hanging from around his
neck, the emeralds snug inside it.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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Thank you, mwa-ha-ha-ha! OOO a kelpie! 👀 We need more kelpies in fantasy.

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I love the capybara with the persimmon, and I've missed your writing too!

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A name so nice they named him twice! Love the snip!

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Aw! It's been a while since I've posted my writing. Like a school reunion lol, I'm not sure who/where everyone is, and what we've all been up to. But thank you!

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Punk vampire girl? 👀 I think there was a sentient gameboy too, right? Sounds right up my alley, haha, I'll add it to the list for sure!

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Awww thanks so much, Kay! 😭♥️ A bit nervous to be back, but I'm glad you're here.

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😅 They're at the Shorespine Zoo, which is notorious for housing animals that aren't quite what they seem. Also how've you been, Ellie? I need to catch up on your snips too!

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Maybe after I (eventually 😅) catch up on that show with the other follicularly challenged child, I'll start this one! Your recs are always incredible!

Micah doesn't have it easy either, poor chap. 😅❤️

Meme featuring an apprehensive boy starring in the novel Dawn of the Prawn. Dark brown hair, slightly unkempt, and muscular. Scruffy, bruised, but with grit in his blue-green eyes. He wears a vest and a t-shirt, holds a crossbow, and he'd better save Lennie in the end. 😭

Meme text: Hunting for wildlife. Finds sentient seafood instead.

Original art by professoremily.bsky.social.

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😅😅😅 I shudder to ask why. I know there's a doggie in the show!

Was it?! 😅 I must have missed a Kayleak.

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😅 I really need to watch that show!

🤣🤣🤣 Truth be told, this particular lion may be about to receive more than it bargained for with Scruffy en route...

Martin! Thanks for being here, I feel rather nervous being back! 😅

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Haha, what have you been eating? 🤣

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The secret was in the eyes! Hopefully his bad luck runs out soon. 😅

Meme featuring a smiling child with more eyes than hair. He wears a crumpled shirt and purple robe, with a crooked tie.

Meme text: Apocalypse is over. Still gets cooked.

Original art by professoremily.bsky.social.

Scruffy is having a bad day at the zoo. 🦒🐺 From an action-comedy novel about the adventures of a girl, a small robot, and the heist crew they call family. #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #WriteSky (Also, hullo friends new and old! Hope you're all well! ❤️✍️)

Jebron began to slowly and laboriously raise his head. Scruffy held on for dear life. From his perch, he could see the giraffe’s big brown eyes roll around, trying to focus.

A breathless hush followed. The Great Flute Bat paused mid-note, waiting to see what would happen.

For a moment it looked like Jebron might recover. Then he blinked slowly, turned a weary half-circle, and simply gave up.

When Feinting Giraffes surrender, they snap their heads back theatrically in a swift, whiplash motion, signalling defeat.

Scruffy was tenuously attached to a currently surrendering giraffe’s head.

The Laws of Motion scrambled to find their notes on trebuchets, and after a quick conference, nodded in unison and launched Scruffy into the air at a velocity just shy of terminal.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new champion! Second place just fell unconscious! Third place is airborne!”

As he soared through the air to the soundtrack of a flute solo, Scruffy caught sight of a peculiar monkey with a bedazzled derrière hunched over a pile of coins, deep in a heated argument with a snake wearing a tiny vest and doing a surprisingly competent samba.

He turned his head just in time to see what he was about to crash into as he sailed over the arena’s edge.

It was the lion enclosure.

“Right. Of course,” he sighed, wind rushing past his face. “Why not?”

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That's perfectly alright, I just hope you're doing alright! No apologies needed, just be well. 💜 I am doing the best I can too. 😅

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I've missed your writing! Also, an alien, you say? 🦐👀 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social @sayaashrah.bsky.social @professoremily.bsky.social The Shrimp Alien Hypothesis is close to being confirmed... 🧐👽

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 12h

Gorgeous writing, Kay! ♥️👏 I love the way the scene crescendos, building from her disjointed thoughts and the vivid imagery to her loneliness and resignation. But I hate the way Lennie is suffering in it. 💔😭 Micah needs to get there pronto! Is that his hand? 👀

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#WIPSnips | dazzling sky vibes ✨ The ocean + dying of thirst + 👀? From my post-apocalyptic WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: The irony wasn't lost on her. Dying of thirst mere feet from the world's most bountiful source of water. She figured she'd go to it eventually, cupping mouthful after mouthful, simply for the relief, though she knew it would only hasten the end.

The sun was high. Searing. No place for shelter—just sand, as far as she could see. Sand coating her arms and legs, biting at her cheeks, invading the desert of her tongue. Her head throbbed at the smallest movement, and after some time, her vision started to fade in and out, sunlight replaced by darkness replaced by sunlight, smeared and stained across the whitewashed sky.

Micah’s voice in her ear and gone again. Her mother, then, pleading something, but that couldn't be right because she was gone.

They were both gone.

She blinked away tears that wouldn't come. The roar of the ocean filled in their stead.

So bright. Such blinding light.

And then a hand, shot straight from the sky, manifesting from nothing—from light, from air—as if the very hand of God were reaching for her. Reaching and reaching, and she thought: Good. I'm ready. Take me home to them. Forgive me.

My absolution.

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👀 We're on a narrative precipice, I see. A more literal one too. Never fun to have a cliff dropped on you! 😅

💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 13h

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October 16th – dazzle Things are getting…climactic up here on the mountain. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Av’ry clapped her on the shoulder. “Good luck, Fox. We’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”
“Do me a favor,” Mikiva added on her way out. “Kick the bastard in the teeth for me, will you?”
Fox laughed in spite of herself. “I’ll do my best.”
Leaving her in the chamber, they stepped out into the dazzling morning light. Av’ry held up a hand to shield his face from the blowing snow, then glanced back at Mikiva, who was testing the edge of a knife with her thumb.
“Ready to do this?” he asked.
“Of course.” She grinned. “After all, this is the easy part.”
“Maybe even the fun part.” Av’ry agreed. “I’m certainly looking forward to dropping a piece of a mountain on the prick.”
“Even if it won’t really do anything to him?”
“Still cathartic.” He shrugged.
Mikiva nodded thoughtfully, and together they crouched at the edge of the cliff to wait.

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Gorgeous writing as always, Alex! I've missed your snips, and CH! Her head on Gwen's chest, those tender moments... 🥰

Alex Is Writing @alexfromawen.bsky.social · 3h

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Happy *strange* #LesFicFri! Gwen muses on the odd circumstances she finds herself in as a hot pirate snoozes on her chest. #SapphicFiction #QueerWriters #WriteSky

Morning was well upon us. We should have been awake and moving by now, but I hesitated to move.

It appeared that I wasn't alone in this sentiment. CH still slumbered, emitting soft snores as her head rested against my chest. Even in her unconscious state, she emanated vibrancy and life. What on earth was I doing? I had one purpose in returning to Neverland, to rescue Mona. This woman, who had already threatened my life a number of times, was not part of that purpose. I had no business laying on a cave floor, embracing her so intimately.

Yet, lying there on that chilly stone surface with a pirate snugly nestled against me, a strange sense of comfort washed over me. It made absolutely no sense. Though the hunger still gnawed at me—a constant ache of desire—even in such close proximity, I would not feed on her.

Not for a lack of desire. Her scent was as intoxicating as any I had encountered in a century. However, I would not give in to its dark desire. My hunger would not beat me.

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Sampire Vimes 🫜🎃 @reaper-man.bsky.social · 3h

Beautiful!!! So much history that it's seeping through the photos and videos!