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Dread Queen Persephone (She/Her) ✨🌷🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @persephone666.bsky.social · 21m

#WipSnip of this random fantasy/dark fantasy thing I started writing to give myself a break #BookSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

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The gateway led into a blackened hallway, the sconces along the stone walls becoming fewer and farther in between the longer I went. A trap. I've walked into a trap.
Just when I turned a voice echoed from all sides,
"Come to me. Come to me."
"I don't think I want to." I said back.
"I have what you seek. I have news of your wife." It was then I realized the voice was coming from inside my own head. I didn't care about that though. The mere mention of Akira had me bolting into the darkness.
From the side I spotted light, the closer I got the more I could make out a bedroom door.
"Hurry." The voice pleaded.
I burst into the room, the door slamming against the wall. Whatever I expected to find, it was certainly not a brightly colored room, and a woman lying face down on the ground as if she'd just collapsed

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RK Phoenix - Writer, DM, Dragon @rk-phoenix-author.bsky.social · 16m

#WIPSnips 5. Wall Don't worry. These two are definitely gonna kiss at some point. #ShootTheMessenger #booksky #writing #writesky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Nicole L. Soper Gorden / Nicole Leland @nicolelsopergorden.bsky.social · 50m

It wasn't Kip's fault, but it wasn't coffee either - Poe's outside to try to escape an impending panic attack caused by his persistent imposter syndrome 😅 From Byron's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting

“Poe?” Kip stuck his head out the door, a look of mild concern on his face. “You ok?”
Poe clenched his fists to hide his shaking hands. He nudged the water back near the fire, as if heating it had been his entire reason for coming outside in the first place. “Yeah. Just making more coffee.”
“Sweet.” Kip paused a second, then came fully outside to lean against the brick wall near Poe. “Was I being a handful again? Sorry. I can’t always help it.”
Poe sighed, shaking his head fondly. “You’re always ten and a half handfuls, Kip,” he said without any bite. “But I really was just coming to make coffee.”

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 2h

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman" #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Talla ran her fingertips over the fabric’s edge. It was very fine quality: soft and sturdy. The embroidery was intricate and of superb workmanship. Try as her well-attuned eyes might, they could find not a single flaw in the pattern or craft.
“This is really nice stuff.”
Her wife’s voice came from the next room, raised just enough to be heard over the running water.
“I’m abdicating, not taking a vow of poverty. Speaking of…” She appeared in the doorway, her freshly-washed locks barely damp any longer. A good towel and a fresh sheering would do that. It was cut especially trim around the back and sides, with the hair atop her head allowed a few more inches.
“Holy crap.” Her wide-eyed wife set aside the bundle of black fabric and rose from the bed to meet her.
“Well, I’m technically not the queen right now, so…”
“Oh, wow.” Talla marveled at the head of her partner, ran her fingers through the thick, shortened hair. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve missed having short hair.”
“I’ve missed seeing it on you. This is how I remember you.”
“You never knew me with short hair.”
“No, but this is how you looked my bedroom wall.”
That brought a smile to Val’s face.
“This, two decades younger.”
“Hardly.”

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Kelsey Lynn Clarey 📚🎲🧶 @islanderscaper.bsky.social · 2h

#WIPSnips: 10/05 'wall' WIP: My Second Life As The Viallnous Rose Duchess #writingcommunity #writesky

During a break between dances, I suggest Harley go grab us some drinks while I make a turn
about the room to speak to a few more guests, which really means covertly flagging down a
servant to request they make an excuse to pull Wallace and Courtney out of the ballroom for a
bit. After confirming the task has been completed, I make my way over to where Parker is
lingering at the wall.

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 3h

#WritingPrompt Being an aloof, brutish mountain of a B-word, cause she's tall, doesn't socialize all that much because of the likelihood of conflict, and then the ability to put any other person on their ass when such conflict happens. All only marginally true. #Writingcommunity #Writesky

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Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 5h

What allegations is your MC never beating? #WritingPrompt

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Weeknight Writers @weeknightwriters.bsky.social · 8h

#WeeknightWriters #FirstDraftFall What do you need to understand about your WIP before you can feel comfortable starting your first draft? These questions are from our First Draft Fall worksheets! For the full worksheets, join our membership program at ko-fi.com/weeknightw...

Fall forest scene overlaid with the words “#FirstDraftFall - October - Planning
What do you need to understand about your world, characters, or story before you can feel comfortable starting your first draft?

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#Octember! D5 As she worked in one for quite a bit before the events of SotP... haunted morgue. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 8h

Please try to remember, the 5th of #Octember! TODAY'S QUESTION: What kind of haunted business would your character start? With entrepeneurship your characters are cursed! For what ghostly endeavor would they start to fill a purse? Have fun! Don't think too hard! 1/2 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

On the 5th of #Octember,
You have been charged! But not with a crime. Count Dracula looks to spend your time.
With a spooky endeavor, one of great quickness!

TODAY’S QUESTION IS:
What would your character create for a haunted business?

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C. Lockheart @lockheartfiction.bsky.social · 7h

#WIPSnips Wall gets us a description of Dorrain (roll your r's), the sky city of witches. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The city of Dorrain sprawled across the floating disk. A wall that stretched a few feet above the perimeter buildings and a transparent domed shield kept the city from feeling the effects of the thin air outside. A faint hum of the motors that kept the city afloat mixed with the rustling of the trees in the artificial breeze. Rollan imagined that they ran the motors on a mixture of magic and mechanical energy— or did he imagine it? Such things were becoming commonplace for Rollan. He had never felt so muddled.
With the air of a perfect utopia, the city was a mix of carved stonework and greenery. The raised walkways gave the illusion that the canopies of the trees were mere bushes. Rollan was in awe as he was led through. Every tree bore some sort of fruit. Vined vegetables curled up trees and lattice work. Everything had a purpose.

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Tempest Teapot ❌ 👑 🐸 @tempestteapot.bsky.social · 7h

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚 From Epic Fantasy WIP, Waking the Saints, Queen Lualih has finished her audience and meets an unexpected intruder. Previous skirmishes with the Northmen make this ambassador suspect.

Lualih tore the pins from her coolan and handed the crown to her lady-in-waiting. Her head floated, released from the weight, as she escaped the audience room to a back hallway of the palace.
“Lady Juho, did you bring the maps?” Lualih peeled a sweaty partlet from her shoulders, tossing it to the hovering servant following her brisk steps.
A portrait of a stiff woman dressed in an ancient mode, some forgotten second or third wife of a Huxen king, graced the wall. Even here, the luxury of an artist’s craft consigned to an obscure corner.
The map of Gorel barony slid into Lualih’s hand. She glowered at the shadow of Master Vetal on the page, without slowing her walk. “How many of Gorel’s neighbors–”
An unframed door opened ahead of her, admitting a fur-capped man with braided white hair and a long tunic.
“Blessings upon you, Your Majesty. A moment of your time?”
Master Vetal shoved the stranger against the wall, shielding Lualih with his body. Another painted ancestor passed judgment from within a gilded frame.
“Is this how you greet a foreign dignitary?” the Northman protested.
Vetal continued to pin the man’s arms. “You’ll note my lethal weapons are still sheathed. Who are you and how did you get in here?”
“Ambassador Quimmik, at your service. As the ambassador from Chief Bear, I knew I was unlikely to get a formal audience, so I observed where Queen Lualih went between appearances.”

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Sab is making FINAL EDITS ✨ @sabrinamars.bsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips W A L L WALL, huh? Oh no, what contribution do I have for this, I hope it isn't spicy 😏 #writesky #writingcommunity #wip

An image of a dark bedroom in a castle lit but wall sconces but the black text box over it only leaves the bed and candles in view. The black text box says : It had been too dark in the alley to see if he had looked at her the same way he was now, not like something to be revered but someone to be worshipped. The heat behind it only intensified when his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Kiss me again and find out, Idol.”
The title came out like a taunt, like a yearning for her to make that move, to consent to whatever was about to happen. She didn’t start these kinds of moments, didn’t know what to do with the control he gave her; she could tell him to get out, to step back, or a one-word answer of No, but—
None of those options appealed to her. “Kiss me yourself if you—”
There was no hesitation, no graceful transition—one second she was standing in front of him with only inches separating them, and then his mouth was set on hers.
Kassidy stumbled back, her back hitting the wall, and then he trapped her against him again.

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L.L. Stephens @triempery.bsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips The word for October 5 is WALL In NOMARA, Kharys is a traumatized child who grows to be a traumatized man; he survives by being resilient. This snip reveals his coping techniques among the nomari, who are raising him to serve their Queen. CW: grooming #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Kharys as a captive child being raised by the nomari for eventual service to their Queen. The nomari use human men for sex and companionship.

Resigned that he was safe, Kharys allowed them to teach him their ways. Their language became his own, their strangenesses became familiar. Only he was always alien, a stranger, isolated behind walls, allowed to go abroad only if he was concealed by layers of silk and veils of gauze, with spear-carrying warriors to guard him—a thing that could see and hear and think, that others must never see, or hear, or think about. After a time, he learned to regard the hated garments as a hiding place. Through his veils he observed the nomari and their world as if in a dream. They were shadows, living in a shadow world, and he alone was real. Only his own chambers, where he was allowed to walk unveiled, had harsh, clear lines and hard color.
Greater passing followed the lesser, three moons sailing the river of stars, stringing themselves into a necklace of years. Kharys learned to look for the beautiful, older Queen, recognizing that she had become his mistress. He wanted to ask her why she kept him like this, apart, for no apparent purpose. But whenever she visited the secluded chambers that were his, he found his tongue rendered mute by the same worshipful silence that made his keepers bow away, and the golden Queen of the Others would leave him as she had found him, without answers. One thing only would she do, and that was to kiss him, always gently, on the lips.

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mk 🎃👻 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 10h

From CultWIP. Rowan returns late and empty-handed. Natalia waited up for him, but so did Father Silas. #WIPSnips #writingprompts #writingcommunity #writesky

“Is he angry?” he asked.

Natalia shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting away and refusing to return. “He had to postpone the cleansing ceremony. A lot of people are angry. I heard Alec tell Mother and Father that he thinks you're fucking up Rekshimyr's awakening, and he thinks it's because they were too soft on you growing up. They were humiliated. They went back to their chambers, and I haven't seen them since.”

His parents were humiliated by him all the time, every single day that it was their son that lived and not their god, so he wasn't concerned about what they thought of him. “Father Silas…” he said. “Is he angry?”

Natalia chewed her bottom lip and suddenly found a loose string on her shirt very fascinating. “He's furious. Not the yelling, throwing things, smacking people around kind of furious. The calm and quiet furious, where you can't really tell he's mad unless you know him really well. I could see the vein pulsing in his temple though. It's the size of a damn worm.”

Rowan sighed and leaned back against the wall next to Natalia, folding his arms over his knees. “That's what I thought.”

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Mark Johnston 🍁 @markjohnston905.bsky.social · 10h

From book 1. WIP is the final book in the trilogy. Bertram and Catrin are deep in dragon territory. 🏰🐉 #WIPsnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

28: Not Alone
"Take my hand," Cat told him.
He reached up, felt sweat drip down his face, but she used her strength to pull him the last bit. Some might have felt like a weakling having to rely on a woman to pull them up a hill, but Bert didn't mind. Besides, he was carrying both their packs.
"Look back, Bert," she said, sitting on a rock and drinking deeply from her waterskin.
He used the break to push back his sopping wet hair from his eyes, drop the bags on the ground and collapse fully on his back. After a few deep breaths, he took Cat's advice and sat up and turned around. "Is that..."
"Wyrmgate." She raised her eyebrows. "Can you believe it?"
He couldn't. He raised his thumb and easily covered the entire town, but it was unmistakable. The walls, the castle and tower—it was clearly home. He'd spent most of his life in that town, always thinking of it as basically the whole world. The market, the abbey, the castle and tower that seemed to scrape the sky itself. Now, he realized it was literally a smudge on the landscape. Not even enough for his thumb to cover. The world, and their quest, was so much bigger than one town. "Cat, I can't believe it. We've come so far. And we're so high up!"
Cat nodded. "Haven't you noticed it in your legs? We've been moving steadily higher for a few days now. We're on the hills we're used to seeing from back home. I have no idea what lies beyond them. Eldritch theorized that perhaps the dragons had some sort of cities of their own beyond these hills." She smiled at the idea.
Bert had never really thought of how dragons lived. The idea that they existed at all was just sort of a thing you learned as a child. It was just a fact of nature. One didn't consider the how of the wind, or the shining sun. It all simply was, just like dragons. "Cities?"
Cat shrugged. "Not in the way we live, obviously..."
"Obviously." He chuckled. As if everyone knew this sort of thing.

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Ramblings of a Wannabe Writer @kaylee-scott.bsky.social · 12h

Today’s #wipsnips word is “wall” #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

“Do you think Anne’s thinking the same thing? That Marc’s, what did you call it? Scenting whatevering? That maybe that’s why she told you not to waste your time? Maybe she’s bracing for what she feels is inevitable by detaching.”

“It’s a ridiculous thing to say, regardless. Just because that’s his plan, if that is his plan, doesn’t mean there isn’t still hope of changing his mind. There’s always hope and we should always keep trying until… well, until nothing. We should just keep trying. Because it’s Marc. Because it’s the right thing to do. Because I can’t lose him, Al.”

I felt myself getting hysterical, my breath getting short, my fists clenching, the walls of my chest tightening. Allie pulled me in to her, my head burying in her shoulder. “I know, B. I know. But I’m not the one you need to be saying all of this to.”

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Richard Churchill @rjcauthor.bsky.social · 11h

Following the death of Aunt Millicent, Edward calls the one person he can trust. But with so little to go on, can Jacob Clymont get to the bottom of what happened? #writesky #writingprompts #WIPsnips #writingcommunity

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Steve Trower @sptroweresq.bsky.social · 11h

Today on #WIPSnips, a fun little snip from The Master System, but the fourth wall reference doesn't happen anywhere else in the series so it may not make the final edit. But it might, because it's all a bit silly anyway... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #TheAmbivalenceChronicles

'Viktor Wendig is here,' he said.

An uncomfortable silence entered the room.

Charlotte tried to ignore it by examining the code rain and vector graphics on some of the screens nearby.

'He's reached the Master System?' Bryonetta asked.

'No,' Benny said. 'I mean, yes, but that's not all. He's here. He's in Surbiton.'

'We're in Surbiton!?' Charlotte said.

'What happened to Kempston?' Nectarine asked.

'That,' Bryonetta glanced at the fourth wall, 'is another story.'

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Symon Pude 🫜 - Master Watch is out! @symon-pude.bsky.social · 11h

A homeless man finds a strange figure in an alley From 'Fusion Punk buddy cop' #WIPSnips #WriteSky

Pete froze; he didn't want to come across a raccoon again so soon. He took a few gingerly steps to get a view of what was there. He expected any kind of small, fluffy creature, but what he found was a lot bigger.
A figure sat there propped against the wall on the ground, feet sprawled out, head hanging down. The clothes were weird: too clean and a strange style. Black leather boots and white stockings that looked crochet. Black matte leather pants reached over the knees and were tied off by a built-in cord, holding the stockings in place. A white, collared shirt peaked out from behind a red, patterned vest and a finely felted suit jacket of a dark brown colour. A brass chain hung out of the vest pocket, and a slice of a large pocket watch was seen. The homeless man debated whether to take it, but then he remembered the police car from before.
The figure also had a tophat whose top was not flat but sloped backwards, and fixed on it were some kind of welding goggles. The hat was drawn into the figure’s face, and they were still. Panic spread in Pete - what if the figure was dead?

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CL-Ingro 💗💜💙 @cl-ingro.bsky.social · 11h

Why even bother going to class when you're the Antichrist? 🤷‍♂️ This scene is a part of a previously shared #WIPSnips for thorn. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Will and Mikey rested their backs against the cool brick wall on a hijacked locker room towel placed over a bald patch of ground. The sound of scuffling feet, bouncing basketballs, and an occasional swear—followed immediately by a teacher's stern reprimand—cut through the otherwise silent morning air. Will did not feel the least bit remorseful about skipping class and hiding behind the building named after his late human father; he knew that the man would have been more insulted by a high school gymnasium being named after him in the first place.

Story: Divine Will
Old AF Will Sketch by Horaz SC

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Sandra Friend @sandrafriend.com · 11h

From Atomic Promise Dick held up his watch and squinted between it and the clock on the wall. “I’d expect word from the recovery ship by now.” “Navy checked in a few minutes ago.” Fred glanced at his phone. “They can’t find her.” #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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STEPHAN MICHAEL LOY @stephanloy.bsky.social · 11h

#WIPSnips The word is 'wall.' From 'Stormbreak,' Yesterday was fire; today is drowning rain. Mac aboard Flatbed, Stormbreak's ocean launch platform. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

$Gritting his teeth, his eyes down to squints, he pushed his way out of the chamber and grunted to pull the hatch closed behind him. It only took seconds – practice was both tiresome and a blessing – but by the time Mac dogged the hatch the storm had soaked him to the bone and his muscles ached from exertion. Water hammered the walls of the ship as if God's own power washer were directed against the harbor. Salt water leapt from the sea while fresh rain avalanched out of the sky. Thunder bellowed fractions of seconds behind million-candlepower strobes of lightning. The flashes made Mac see spots. The roars rattled against his guts. And this wasn't even the hurricane, just a sideswipe from the thing eating the Yucatan.$

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💀kris is editing London and the King of Bones💀 @kamielke.bsky.social · 10h

in which we define a word through’s London’s imminent demise London and the King of Bones is live on kickstarter www.kickstarter.com/projects/kam... #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #BookSky #LGBTQBooks #QueerWriters #SpookyBooks #MG #IndieAuthor

Chapter Nine
Bonding

Definition: Forming a relationship by sharing feelings or experiences. As in, “London thought it’d be easier bonding with a wall than with the spoiled king—and it seemed she would be, if the Trench of Trust had anything to say about it…”

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rachels_memories on AO3 @rachels-memories.bsky.social · 15h

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #traumamakesdrama #nsfw ‘Wall’ in My Dearly Demented

It's a hidden brick-front and she realizes he's cancelling its wards. He doesn't lead her upstairs to any rooms. Instead, he stops right there in the vestibule and, in a bit of pitch black magic, Rose's back is against the wall.

He's too close for her to reach her wand, even if she wanted to, as if that would do anything. But maybe a nice shove to the chest —

That doesn't do anything, either.

"Sir, wait —“

"For what?"

His hand is in her hair — at her mouth, his fingers making her lips feel thick and lewd and strange and —

He is broad and heavy and her arms are in the wrong position to do anything about it. He's holding her bodily to the wall, there's nothing she *can* do, except smell her own pomade in his hair, feel the fine weave of his fancy robes, feel *him* underneath them —

"You say you want to be touched. And you want *me* to do the touching. You *begged* me —“

It's true. She did beg. She's begging now.

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Nicole R. @sainiku.northsky.social · 15h

#WIPSnips An important scene during Jane and Liz's first date, as they relax in a cathedral, and open up to each other. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Liz sighed. “Have you tried talking to him? I heard that he was doing better.”

I shook my head. “I know that if I do… all the walls I built will come crashing down. I hate pushing him away like this, but I can’t let him get hurt again. Not because of me...”

A creeping silence enveloped the space between us. My thoughts pulled away from Liz, and once again, I felt alone with my own regrets.
After a moment though, Liz’s voice slowly began pulling apart the silence, word by word. “If it helps, I know what that feels like. I did the same thing once, decades ago. That… old girlfriend I mentioned? Well, she heard I was hanging around in Marapul after the war, and came to find me. But I was afraid, just like you. I pushed her away too.”

“Do you think… Was it the right decision?”

“I don’t know.”

The silence returned, but it wasn’t long until she tried again. Yet that time, her voice felt more relaxed, as she spoke in a far more melancholic tone. “When you visited me in the hospital, you asked me a question that I never answered. Or... I suppose that I was afraid of answering. Something like, ‘Is it better to live in fear alone, or risk the lives of the people you care about.’ Truth is, I don’t have an answer. Never have. Instead, I always feel like I end up doing both…”

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Marufa Hoque @marufahoque.bsky.social · 15h

The opening of my YA Dystopia! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Black background white text with the word "Wall" highlighted in blue: "To survive the last hour till sunrise, Sira recites a litany of silent, banned prayers. Through the dark trees, the fifty-foot Wall eclipses the lower half of the chalky crescent moon. Yet no black blood stains the Wall’s smooth, bone-white surface. No darkness lurks along its curved border. No stench of rotting flesh clings to the cold, night air.
No demons."

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 11h

Indeed it is! No one to interrupt but a possible power outage, one can just vomit as much as they can into text to their heart's content.

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Erika Chandler @erikachandler.bsky.social · 13h

Ryo has just been assigned to protect Rin—an inherently restrictive mission—and he has no idea how he let things play out this way. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy

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Rodario @rodario.bsky.social · 13h

My snip for the word of today: Wall Rodario and Alisa have fled from the capital and arrive Vaedrathi's Thorn. A once proud bullwark against the dragon #WIPSnips #Writesky

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Kamikaye @kamikaye.bsky.social · 13h

Vela on a very early morning walk through the Consortium city of Euphonia. In 'Cloudgazer' #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Where yesterday it had been super busy, the early morning hours were barren. Very similar to the Alliance cities Vela had experienced during her studies.
Yellow and occasional pink LEDs lit up the foggy walkways and shuttered storefronts.
She bought some snacks in the only open 24/7 store, attended by a sole Nihydron. Facilitating the transaction by wordless nods and a card swipe, befitting to the hour. Rain had let up as predicted and Vela set out eastward, away from the spires and towards an eventual sunrise.
Cool fog flurried through the urban abyss to her right. A few skimmers flew past citywards. The leafy overgrown walls dripped from the nightly shower, water pooled in big reflective puddles. Undisturbed so far. The city was slowly coming alive. The higher spires started glowing red in the rising sun.

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Mike Struan @mikestruan.com · 13h

A very prominent wall in today's #WIPSnips. Much in Exiles is about that very wall. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Dagna didn’t look convinced. “A bunch of stone columns? They don’t look very alchemical to me.”
As if on cue, a wall of silent blue fire erupted between the stones far to the left, bridging the hundred meters between them with a bright curtain of alchemical energy. The phenomenon traveled between the steles within moments until it disappeared to the right. As quickly as it had appeared, the cold fire vanished again, leaving behind unsinged grass. Nothing but the bright afterimage in Kraghtol’s eyes indicated it had ever been there.
“I take that back,” Dagna said.

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Robin Herbert @peterrobin.bsky.social · 12h

#WIPSnips October 5 "wall" From A Morris Minor on Mars #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

When Daryl got outside, he was glad that the harbour was near. He had guessed he was on the south shore and started walking westwards. He had been walking for two hours before the terrain became familiar. William Street. The Cross. The wall. The office. He heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Hello Sir. Looking for some fun?”
Daryl turned around and said, “Hello Tom.”
“Daryl! Fuck you dressed as?”
Daryl looked down at his clothes. He had forgotten he was wearing a suit. “Secret mission from Universal Exports.”

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The Fellowship of the Snip @thefellowsnip.bsky.social · 11h

Day 53 - October 5th Today’s word is: Cooperation Let's cooperation with one another to post our best snips! #writesky #writingprompts #TFOTSnip #writingcommunity

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 16h

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 5th is "wall" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 5 - wall
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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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 16h

October 5th – wall This prison break is going well! #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Well, as much as I would enjoy that,” the hooded figure replied. “I am afraid we are all out of time for today. I really do need to be going.”
“You aren’t going anywhere, little girl,” he snarled.
“I hate to break this to you, but that really isn’t up to you.” She shrugged. “And don’t call me ‘little girl.’”
As the mage raised his hand to strike, Av’ry suddenly groaned and clutched the sides of his head. Before Mikiva could ask what was wrong, the woman in black waved her hand, throwing the guard into the stone wall like a ragdoll. He slid to the floor, unconscious.
Mikiva’s jaw dropped. “What in the Void just happened?”
“She’s a mage!” Av’ry groaned. “How did I miss that?”
“More importantly, why did she wait so long to use it?”
As Mikiva spoke a loud, screeching wail arose from deep within the fort.
“That’s why,” Av’ry shouted over the deafening roar. “They have a Sensitive here. Any use of foreign magic and he sets off alarms all over the base. Every soldier and mage in the place will be here any moment. We’re screwed.”

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 14h

From: ‘Soulstice’ Prompt: ‘Wall’ #WiPSnips

“But why Gammer Goodhiding? It doesn’t … wait …” The other mage, Ilbnot, peeked a little further into the cottage, wary of stepping inside, and his eyes roved over the contents with an assessing eye. “Cauldron. Sprigs of herbs hanging from the rafters. Broom. Is that …? Oh, dear gods! It is! That’s a witch’s hat! This is a witch’s cottage!”

From outside, the sound of scrambling, cursing, bickering about whose leg was whom’s suddenly fell into a very cautious silence. Something squeaked. Someone squealed, then the bustling sounds of scrambling, cursing and bickering resumed with even greater urgency. The squeaking continued, intermittently.

“I knew this was a bad night! I knew it!” The voice sounded on the verge of panicked desperation, which was much like any other kind of desperation, but less well tended and with tufts of errant grass ready to trip people up if they didn’t watch where they were walking. “First Death appears. Ghosts. Another witch. Witches everywhere! Why do the gods despise me so? Why!”

“Probably because you think they’re all preening, capricious, ambivalent bastards and you’re not afraid to say so. Out loud. Often.” That was another voice. It sounded uncomfortable and, for some reason, hungry. “Get my wheelchair upright and we’ll …”

“I think ye boys had best come inside.” Gammer Goodhiding, through the crow, made it clear that wasn’t a request they could, and certainly not ‘should’, ignore. The crow pitter-pattered in a circle. “Cremly, dear. Be a good wee lassie and put the kettle on. I suspect we may be here a while.”

“But … why? Why Gammer Goodhiding? Here? Of all places?” Ilbnot stepped warily through the doorway, sticking about as close to the wall as possible. He looked like he’d prefer to be on the other side of the wall. Which was very much understandable. “In a crow.”

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 23h

Eventually, yeah. She spends a few weeks first lodged at a place she knows and assists Milly with the teaching plan for the 'class' Irena springs on Milly to teach on the first day.

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 23h

#AwesomeCharacters (SotP) Milly lives with her roommate Clara, who's the only person she's really connected with for most of her life (for reasons that become evident in the story) and Clara organizes and comes along for the unfolding story month. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 23h

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters What is your character's living situation like? Do they have roommates? Pets? Live with family? Alone in a mansion? On the road? On a ship? Other? Are they happy where they are, or striving for something else? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips October 1st - "injury" Been real busy with the new job, but I found one word to share. This snippet's a good nutshell of the character, too. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #queerwriters #mmfantasy

Watching the light go from gold to bronze, I tried not to think about my past, but that was impossible. For every submerged tower or painted daymark, a memory clicked into place like a set bone. Instead of headaches and nausea when I thought back, there were actual images and impressions in what felt like an unbroken line.
Before Redemption, I was at White Light, met Corbin, saw my old friend Amos. Before that, I spent two years and some months on the mountain; I clearly remembered two winters and three summers in a small cabin on a mountainside. There was a stream running by it; there had been a wolf that visited. Year two, I’d moved into a cave. I remembered the kills I’d made, the demons, the turnskins, and the people… because, yes, there were people on my ledger. That first year had been rough.
I remembered too the confusion and pain, the dreams and the visions. My brain had been putting itself together, after… after something big. I’d been wounded badly. What the injury had been, I couldn’t say, only that it had nearly killed me. Clearly, it had scrambled my brains. I remembered Raphael’s House, I remembered the Tank, but when? Behind those memories was a long haze of fighting, the Citadel, the rituals, the holidays, years and years and years. I was indeed the Order’s dog long since trained to the leash.

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Fox Veros, Novelist @verosthewriter.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#WIPSnips Zedenko narrates while Gallara relates a little personal anecdote that might be related to the Quest they've all accepted. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #writingprompt #amwriting

“Like I said, I was trying to read when that guy walked up to me,” Gallara continued, as Zedenko quietly made a little more space between them. “It was like he just couldn’t imagine that someone would tell him no. He started getting … aggressive about it, so I finally told him fine, I’d meet him that night. Of course I wasn’t there. The place where I said I would meet him was full of hanging garroteweed.”
She glanced around and acted surprised that people were giving her horrified looks. “It was the middle of spring! The garroteweed wouldn’t have been able to contract far enough to be dangerous to an elf yet. It would have just held him there all night to give him something to think about, without actually hurting him. Well, maybe some bruising.”

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I really wish it wasn't like this, that I was far more functional like so many others here on Bsky. But at least the writing has given me a purpose i haven't really had in about a decade. Plus, I have so many story idea I still have to get down. Gotta get them all out asap.

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Wow, uh, thank you! To be honest, I don't have many problems with keep up with writing goals because I do not have much of a life outside of writing. No job, no social life, don't get out of the house much, there are few real life concerns that take precedence, so I can just concentrate on writing.

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