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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts Her eyes were locked on the #platform in the center of the room. On top of it was a pile of something misshapen and lumpy, and when she got closer she realized it was many somethings. Fleshy, broken bits of somethings. Corpses. Dozens of them.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips "All the #converts have to do it," she said. "I know." He still didn't move. She sighed and picked up the dagger. He swallowed thickly before holding out his hand, inhaling sharply as his palm opened like a red smile beneath her blade.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 17/12/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amwriting She sticks the needle into the middle of the #clay figure's neck. It twitches, then the tiny head turns all the way around and stares up at her from her open palm. It opens its mouth, as if groaning. In the distance she hears a hair-raising shriek.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #bewitched #writingcommunity #queerauthors #romance I cannot fathom the way this young man has #bewitched me. His gaze stirs a tempest in my body, something dark and wild that I find difficult to restrain. My eyes are transfixed by the way the sunlight plays across his hair.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writingprompt A sinewy hand, unnaturally long, dangles from the mouth of the rusty #pipe. Sewage runoff trickles around it, dribbling onto the already reeking piles of limbs piled beneath. Dillon has barely grasped what he's seeing, and then the hanging fingers twitch.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 08/12/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky The incantation is scrawled on the rock for all to see, a #soliloquy of chaos and hate scratched by the women wronged there so many centuries ago. The priests gather around, clustering like cockroaches to filth. No one speaks. They don't dare.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 08/12/2025

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts#WIPSnips The #fourth coffin opens with an arduous creek. The thing nestled within its dusty innards unfurls, pale fingers clutching the edge. The boy stumbles back, but the thing is already upon him, teeth at his neck, sucking and pulling at the brittle veins.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts Pips snickers. "Ready for your grand #debut?" Mira belches, then kicks open the door and sweeps into the room while Pips ducks back behind the curtain. He reaches for the dagger, only to find himself looking instead at a fork. Welp. Fuck.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Prompts #WIPSnips "So other than #spending your life savings on a dildo---" "That's not what it is!" "--what else did you do today?" "This is a specialized tool used to measure a variety of lengths in---" "Yeah, I'll bet it does, baby." Baxter lets out an angry huff.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/11/2025

#vss365 #writesky #writingcommunity "I've never read any Russian #literature. Too depressing." "Where's your fighting spirit?" "In the gutter with my dignity." "By the way, where's Lily?" "Probably filing divorce papers." "Well it was only a matter of time. Your hygiene isn't great." "Bite me."

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/11/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips The #local kids say it's an alien. The cops think it's the work of some nut job. But as Rose stares at the lump of dehydrated flesh on the pavement in front of her, its eye sockets still weeping maggots, she recognizes the work of The Culler.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 04/11/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts "You can't break me." He thumps his chest, smirking. "I'm made of #steel, baby." She raises a single brow. "You're made of Twinkies and Pepsi, Roster. Now move over." "Rude." But he demurely steps aside to let her pass into the foyer.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 04/11/2025

#vss365 #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt "The ones who survived Father's relocation went to the Corpus for re- #education." A cold eel of dread wraps around Mac's bowels, squeezing them tight. "What's that mean, exactly?" The tin man points at the arms piled on the conveyor belt.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky She stares down at the bowl. "You...cooked?" Mark smiled sweetly. "I'm very #domestic, Anna." "Is that instant ramen?" "No. It's an old family recipe." "Dude, I can literally see the pack on the counter." "Ok, so I cut a few corners. Sue me."

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips Josh rubbed the back of his head. "I thought grandmas were supposed to be #nice," he said, eyes watering. Jeannie's mouth pursed into a line that was almost invisible. "Not to smartasses." "Says WHO?" "Shut up and eat your carrots, Joshua."

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 28/10/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips He digs his fingers into the corners of his mouth and forces his lips upward into what he hopes is a convincing smile. Humans have so many #costumes they wear as they go about their daily lives. He wonders how they keep track of them all.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 28/10/2025

#vss365 #prompt #writesky #writingcommunity Her eyes glitch, thrown into a frenzied static of blue before solidifying once more into the bleakness of a sky just before dawn. It was supposed to be a simple #experiment. She stares down at the constellation of blood smeared across the floors. Fuck.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips "Rosco was right." "Really?" Rosie says eagerly. Rick nods. "Yeah. You're a #total nut job." "Fine," she snaps. "I'll do it myself." "Because that's always worked out for you." She ignores him and starts to walk back toward the spaceship.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

#vss365 #prompt #writesky #writingcommunity This one is nothing like the #martian she saw in the lab. Its a horrid, crawling thing of hideous proportions, and she can only watch in horror as it unfurls from the craft, layers upon layers of spindly legs folding over themselves like origami.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

#vss365 #prompt #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompt The #energy finally left her body and the sword rolled into a sunken pit of filthy water. She stared down at her bloodied hands as the rain continued to fall, creating misty halos around the streetlamps. A child screamed in the distance.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips She blows a strand of hair from her eyes and glares at him. "Who put Sir Ass-a-lot in #charge?" He meets her gaze with an easy smile. "Are all the knights this foul-mouthed?" "Only the good ones." She shoves past him and into the hallway.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

#vss365 #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky The trashcan whirs and pushes itself up on its metal arms. If Francis didn't know better, he'd say it was puffing its chest out. "I am not model 45-01-43," it says scornfully. "I am a #deluxe version created by Master Den. So watch it, flesh sack."

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/10/2025

#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt Pain bleeds into his very bones, but he won't stop until the #prize is at the bottom of the lake where it belongs. As he approaches, the girl---the monster---opens its eyes, plates of gold without pupils. A worm of disgust unfurls in his guts.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 10/10/2025

#vss365 #prompt #verve The music poured from her fingertips with a verve the vampire hadn't seen since the 40s. It was like honey pouring into his ears, filling his stomach with an aching sweetness. He stands. No. He would rather step into the blazing needles of the sun than feed on this woman.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writinprompt The darkness is like a cloth over her eyes. She lays there for an eternity, waiting to see if they will adjust. They don't. She extends her hands on either side; they hit cement. This isn't the warden's #dungeon, she realizes. It's a coffin.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #ash #writesky #writingcommunity I tried to hold back a smile as Detective Baroth walked us through her presentation. She wouldn't find the killer tonight. Or tomorrow. Not because he was good at hiding, but because by now he was nothing but a pile of #ash in my furnace.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writesky #writingcommunity The #oasis is a deep blue hole in the middle of the dusty dunes. Ringed with trees and visited by wildlife, it's a photographer's dream. It will be a shame to poison it. But Shell knows he's already walking a thin line, and Mr. Green is coming.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingcommunity #writingprompt As Mitchell sits there staring down at the meal before her, the gravy pooling around globs of rice and hunk of bright pink #salmon, it suddenly occurs to her that the intruder didn't need a key. All he had to do was poison the fish.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writesky #writingcommunity Vic stared down at the bloodied figure curled around his feet. He twiddles the knife between his fingers, thinking. It's quite the #conundrum. Should he kill her now or let the dogs do it? Poor things have eaten in days.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 25/09/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writesky #writingcommunity The #caprices of the priests left her in a constant state of anxiety. Yesterday they had given her candy; today they were forcing knives into her hands and---she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to banish the thought of the beggar from her mind.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 25/09/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts Tina looks up, blinking Cal's blood from her eyes. The infamous "Mr Crisps" is in fact a middle-aged woman who looks at Tina with a little smile as she snaps on a pair of gloves. "If you wanted to #leave, dear, now would be the time to do so."

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writesky #writingcommunity But Martha wasn't scared because he was her father. She was scared because she knew what others did not: that the kindly baker was in fact the #bellwether of Portland's criminal underworld, and to cross him was to seal your fate in blood.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity#WIPSnips The porcelain is dotted in constellations of blood. It isn't a matter of whether he has the #skill to disintegrate this body in the bathtub before Mother returns. He does. The real question is whether she'll bring him another before midnight.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 19/09/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #extrusion The eye sockets had been used as convenient pockets for the #extrusion of the slimy black elixir. Ann kneels next to the pile of dusty bones, magic flowing from her parted lips as she wills them to speak to her. What happened to you?

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 19/09/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts The #yard is quite small, barely big enough for a dog, let alone a body. He knows Gretchen isn't buried here. Just like he knows he only has minutes to detonate the bomb in his jacket before the neighbors realize who he is.

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

#vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #synthesis She watches, dumbfounded, at the #synthesis of magic overhead, a tapestry of magenta moons and dusty starlight dripping through the fabric of creation. Is it really possible to bottle such a spectacle? Is it possible to control it?

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Rose Blackwell 🌹🌈 @roseblackwell.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts "He was a cleric, not a priest." "What the #difference?" "One has powers, the other has a pulpit." He pushes the head further into the sack; blood seeps through the canvas, and those sightless eyes stare up at me like blank white marbles.

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