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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

"Why do I care how she feels?" IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE GAY, ALICE (If y'all couldn't tell I really like to yell at the characters I wrote) #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

After we were sitting there on the bus for a while, Alice felt this overwhelming urge to apologize for essentially ending my relationship. She tried to ignore it, but every time she looked at me, she felt guilty.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Alice said softly.
"For what?" I asked her.
"Well he... he broke up with you." Alice said.
"No, I should be thankin' you for that." I laughed a bit. "I've wanted that relationship to end for months. I'm glad I didn't have to do it."
"Oh." Alice nodded. "Okay.” Great, I apologized for no reason. She thought. Why did I even apologize anyway? Why do I care how she feels? This makes no sense.
"Plus, it probably wouldn't have worked out, regardless." I told her. "He was religious if you couldn't tell, and he reminds me of my mother with how devoted he was. That's not for me. I don't believe in that shit."
She doesn't believe in God, either?
"Why were you with him then?" Alice asked.
"Because I thought he was cool? I guess?" I said, then laughed a bit again. "I don't know really, he hit on me first, he's not even really my type. Just figured it would be nice to have someone, you know? I had never been in a relationship before him."

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Fay Kennedy @mmbookwormreviews.bsky.social · 26/07/2025

🌈📚#HappyMMBookReleaseDay 🎉 Pat Henshaw Forrest Greene Shawn Bailey Sunday’s Releases Trisha Linde - Ebook KU 208 pgs Paperback Lorelei M. Hart and Colbie Dunbar Universal Links at mmbookwormreviews.com #MMRaeders #GayRomance #JulyMMBooks2025 #LGBTQIACommunity

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Janette Gellar Romance Author @janettegellar.bsky.social · 20/04/2025

My Alpha Reader group is looking for 1-2 more Romance genre alpha partners to join our swap. Every 2 weeks we trade and give feedback on ~5,000 words. We offer Accountability + Feedback. You must be open to mature content and able to reliably meet read deadlines.

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William D. Prystauk @prystauk.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

Many call Rebecca Ravenhurst America's "Blood Countess." Are they right? Unearth the truth in THE HANGING GIRL: buff.ly/4gaUN3B #HorrorFam #horror #MYSTERY #horrorbooks #Creepy #SummerReads #HangingGirl #Horrorsky #Booksky

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 26/07/2025

What's portrayed rarely tells the truth. Midst people, Rigel is a ruthless, rude piece of shit. But solocity is where the cracks start to show. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

Another drop slipped from the jagged ceiling and splashed onto Rigel’s lashes. The ninety-seventh.

His back was numb, imprinted by the rough stone wall behind him. He shifted, but an inch was all he could manage, as if his muscles had bailed out of his command. Like everyone else.

Commander Rigel Brown—unable to order even his own limbs.

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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 26/07/2025

Didn't have "bail", so I used "escape". And I just realized there are redundant "however"s so gonna fix that lol #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

"And so, you called me a 'demon child' for burnin' the people that hurt us, for sayin' I don't believe in God, and for sayin' I wanna marry a woman." Alice said coldly. "How very sistaly of you."
"Okay, you're right!" Priscilla said.
"I know." Alice said.
"I meant about the last two." Priscilla cut back in. "You have different beliefs, and you aren't attracted to men. I shouldn'ta faulted you for that. I'm sorry. However, you should never have burnt down the Liddell house. We could have just left, Alice! We could have just organized an escape and left!"
"And then two rapists and their oblivious mother and wife would still be runnin' free." Alice said without thinking, which shocked her a bit. That was the closest to saying what happened to her she's ever gotten. "And where would we go, huh?"
"There were other ways to deal with that!" Priscilla hissed, trying not to raise her voice. "And I don't know, but we coulda found somewhere! Anywhere!"

"What other ways?" Alice shot back. "Ain't nobody care about us! Nobody gon' listen to two runaway niggers who were supposed to be free and settled into society months ago! Hell, nobody gon' listen to us niggers, period! The only justice we can get for what happened to us is by exterminatin' them all! They all bad! They ain't no place for us until they all dead!"
Priscilla scoffed, and left Alice's room with tears in her eyes.
Alice would admit - the last part was an over-exaggeration on her part. She was never planning on exterminating all white people. However, the effect it had on Priscilla was worth the white lie, or what she considered a white lie.
However, what Alice would never admit is that she was hoping Priscilla was coming to apologize to her. She was hoping that Priscilla wasn't so mortified of what she did to the Liddells. She was hoping that they would make up and go back to the good relationship they once had.
Alice was hoping to have her other older sister again.

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Stevie Rae Diehl @stevieraediehl.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

Hello, #writingcommunity! This week's blog post focuses on tips and tricks on how to keep your focus on a #WIP (so you can finish it and hit The End!) when it starts to feel "meh" or a sparkly new idea tries to draw you away! 🖋️💕📚📖 #amwriting #writesky #writerslife stevieraediehl.com/wip-monogamy/

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WIP Monogamy - Stevie Rae Diehl

Staying True to Your WIP (Even When It Feels Like a Dumpster Fire)

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Yorgos KC @yorgoskc.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

If anyone has good advice on how to drive an editor (even more) crazy, please share! 😇😈😇 #writing #editing #amwriting #amwritingromance yorgoskc.wordpress.com/2025/07/22/i...

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I speak England very best! – The Horror of Editing

A bunny’s editing process – an editor’s horror.

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

Alex is my favorite character I've ever written and will probably continue to be. I don't think the scene needs any elaboration. Did i mention Alex is my favorite? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

“Why don’t you take in the view, Jessica?” Alex gestured toward the window beside him, his voice calm—too calm.

Jessica leaned toward the glass. From this height, the world was insignificant. Below, crooked houses sprawled in chaos—mismatched, unorganized. Like different liquids in a mixing cauldron.

“What do you see?” he asked.

“The slums?”

“Exactly.” Alex jabbed a finger toward the mess of houses. “Look, Jess. Poor people. The perfect breeding ground for parasites like you to thrive.”

He stomped against the epoxy floor. “Step on them, like you always have.”

Jessica’s skin prickled as Alex pressed a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face upward until her gaze met the sky. “Use them as pillars.” he whispered. “Climb higher. Reach out for the stars.”

He moved behind her, thumb digging into the back of her skull. “Just make sure you don’t trip.”

Alex pressed harder, tilting her head downward. He whistled a long, descending note, like something plummeting from orbit.

As the chaotic sprawl of rooftops rushed back into view, his whistle ended with a sudden splash— a body hitting water.

“And smack your face against a puddle of piss.”

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Andrew Halliwell @spike1967.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

The #WIPSnips word for July 25th is "thrive" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts From book 5 of my alterate reality series.

My MC discusses events with a royal "flunky" while his guest gets changed into clothing suitable for the world they're in.

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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

This one took me awhile! Most of my flourish and grow words (no thrive) contained major spoilers. This one is okay though 😊 The veils are the realities that exist beyond this one. It is where healers travel to do their work. It is also where we find the world of dreams… #WIPSnips from SoS for “grow”

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

He was hockey, and this was his chance to reclaim his position as one of the best. For some, this pressure would be paralyzing. For him, and her, and others who lived to compete, this was what they thrived on. #wipsnips

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GenderUnknown's Battlenouns @aldehydebackhand.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

#WIPSnips It’s been through a lot but it’s still standing.

There are plenty of symbols used by the Dominion I was never really aware of beyond the omnipresent triangle, representing the mountain they trace their history back to. I’m a little surprised the currently presiding keepers of the name Nayre, with origins among the valley-dwelling Welkandic people, didn’t contest that at all, but what do I know?

That hardly matters though, because today’s important symbol is the bumblebee. Though rare on Paliputra, overshadowed by the firefly which thrives much better in the 15-hour twilight and 15-hour dead of night, their metaphorical significance stands. Tiny but mighty, industrious and beautiful, they may produce no honey but they provide an indispensable service to all ecosystems holding space for them.

With that in mind, hidden behind the concrete and boreal kudzu, the hive-like architecture spanning the interior of the tower makes a little more sense. The golden glow intended for this place is broken by the blackened, ruinous void in its side, left there by the bombs, but repairs are already underway. The dreamy purple of fading sunlight just barely illuminates the cataract-white of the tarp secured there, too dim to cast the shadow of the net below.

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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

I won't be elaborating on this... because that reveals the narrator's identity. :) #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Alice absentmindedly walks back to the rabbit hole, on the verge of tears. She was upset, but she was also angry. Watching how my mother glorified this man who had hurt her, and watching her guest inadvertently slander her for taking a stand against her oppression.
And with every footstep she took, she got angrier and angrier at my mother and me (and my brother, though I think her anger stopped her from realizing that I wasn't an only child for a while) for being able to exist. For being able to thrive while she would have never had a chance at a regular life just because she was Black, and we weren't - and Alice didn't realize that I'm Black as well, though I'm not sure it would've made much of a difference then.

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

A #wipsnip from ✨The Annora Project✨ #writingcommunity #writesky “thrive” More of Fynn’s interrogation—

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Kate McBrien @katemcbrien.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

If I’m satisfied with your work, I’ll consider other opportunities for you. How does that sound?” “It sounds interesting,” she said, maintaining her composure. Victor’s gaze lingered for a beat too long before he walked away. He thrived on having power over others. She’d remember that. #WIPSnips

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Quill A.M. Aster || Author @quillsandasters.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

#WIPSnips of the day! If there is one thing I like more than elaborately designed worlds and settings, it's when their descriptions can be done in narrative character! #WriteSky #Booksky📚💙🪐 #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #QueerFantasy #EpicFantasy

An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a dark series of desert dunes with a cloudy, yellow-grey sky. The text says:

From the crest of the dune, Kirngalir’s walls appeared like a dark, hollow fortress, guarding the pass between the mountains. Yet, within its depths, from all the tales Halulinael, Arowyth, and Arilien had told them, the city thrived. A hidden core to the desert where the stone and sweltering heat were softened by the vibrant life tucked away in cool shadows. Veavyr was excited to see it, honestly, though he feared it at the same time.

Looking at Halulinael - and recalling the other hhunromar they’d met on the day when they saved the council-prince and his retinue - Veavyr felt that he would…stand out, for lack of a better descriptor. He was, in all fairness, nearly twice the height of Halulinael. He idly thought to himself that he’d probably stick out among all the hhunromar in a similar - if less grandiose - way to how the Yirlae stuck out among the canopy of Lazrulae.

(The word "thrived" is highlighted in a sandy sort of orange-red tone.)

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William Michael @wmichael4078.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

#writingcommunity #amwriting #amquerying Just a bit of fun for my book. I can feel it! Time-crossed love binds a telekinetic barista from Manhattan and a 61st century starship commander as they race to stop the shapeshifting Shadows exacting vengeance from a forgotten past when humans forged stars.

A little diddy about my forthcoming book---Shadowverse #writingcommunity

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Ismael S Rodriguez (Bulletproof Poet) @ismaelrod.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Happy Thursday! Let’s connect, uplift & inspire! 💫 📝 Follow me 🔁 Like & RT 🔗 Drop your books, WIPs, poems, blogs—whatever you’re proud of! 🌐 Check out my blog too! #ShamelessSelfpromoThursday #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #WritersLift 📚✍️

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Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

When you’re trying *not* to think, but your brain is a stubborn thing. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying 📚💙

Arin stood under the green awning of Amado’s apothecary. He was finishing with a customer inside, so she took the wait as an opportunity for a much-needed cigarette.
She lit up and watched hawkers pushing their wares, boys who belonged in school shadowboxing and throwing dice, cab drivers uncrusting and brushing their mules. The rain was starting. Everyone sped to the pressing tempo set by the opening cloudbursts. A thin man in a gray poncho haggled for a better price on a copper pot.
She wondered, why did he need a new one? Was he feeding a family or only himself? And what came next? After his body had been sustained for some time, and the pot had silvered and so had his hair, and he began coughing, and the Melters found him, another dead Pellet in Tremmel City, and they burned his body and scattered his ashes to the tide—what had the pot been for?
It was the unsteady part of the afternoon, and she needed some strong black tea more than this cigarette.

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Nicole C. Binder @nicolecbinder.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Inside, the house felt compressed, the furniture somehow diminished by the medical equipment that had taken over the living room.

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Kiki Lee | Author ✒️ 🩷💜💙 @kikilegendlore.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

The rush of excitement following their first meeting, and something else. Something Finn can't quite place. A power that should not exist coming from an unlikely source, Margot. #writingcommunity #writersky #writingprompt #WIP #fantasy #author

Finn felt lighter in her company, as though a weight lifted off his shoulders at her mere presence. She was cold to the touch as she offered her hand in greeting, not supernaturally so, but the feeling was as noticeable as the subtle scent of her lilac perfume that contrasted the stale summer air. They had had a brief, but pleasant interaction and he was left in wonder as she dashed across the street, disappearing into the dark chasm of the warehouse.
As soon as Margot disappeared inside though, Finn knew something was off. Almost instantly he was hit with a weight, a heaviness returned to him as though levy gates had been lifted. A burden he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying rushed back to him and he immediately thought of Charlotte, the young phoenix who had died on his watch. He couldn’t understand why he thought of her or how that weight he had unknowingly carried had left him when he was around Margot. He couldn’t deny the draw to that release though.

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

I looked at Justin again, not sure what he was willing to have a six-year-old draw on that cast for anyone to see. He smiled at Arne. Something inside me squeezed. I hadn’t seen a proper Justin smile in a long time, but Arne could charm anyone. #wipsnips

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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Roywnn’s sanctuary… #WIPSnips from SoS for “inside”

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Quill A.M. Aster || Author @quillsandasters.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

#WIPSnips of the day! Writing more tense, action-packed scenes was a big roadblock for me. Now, my style lets me work with them by following the characters internally more than anything else, and I absolutely adore it 💚💚 #WriteSky #Booksky📚💙🪐 #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #QueerFantasy #EpicFantasy

An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a mossy forest floor with clear beams of light and shadow cast by dark tree trunks. The text says:

Linked as such, he did not have to put much effort into pushing gia into Luurellan’s withering vessel. It slipped into her, like how water would flow naturally from a higher to a lower point when merely granted the opportunity. All he had to do was to keep his gia synced with Queriilya - to keep his breathing and pulse steady even as the loss of what little gia he had left burned through his veins like thorns tearing at his insides.

He had done this before, Veavyr reminded himself distantly, and this was a pain he could manage. This was a pain he could bear - would bear.

The slip of the gia sped up as Luurellan strengthened, her body greedily pulling more in as it recovered enough to seek the steadying energy. It hurt terribly, but Veavyr simply continued to breathe and to keep those passages fully open. He felt her chest rise and fall more and more strongly beneath his scraped, bloodied palms, and it soothed him to know she would be well even as the pain sharpened.

(The word "insides" is highlighted in a vivid but soft shade of green.)

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🫜 Carly Hiebner @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Another #wipsnips from ✨The Annora Project✨ #writesky #writingcommunity Annora (spoiler - in the future)

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A. J. Anderson @ajandersonauthor.com · 24/07/2025

From the second last chapter, so big spoilers again. But it felt fitting since I finished draft 1 today

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Donald A. Sansom @donaldasansom.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

From a yet unnamed short story.

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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

For clarity, the narrator's brother is severely agoraphobic, to the point where he can't even leave his room if anyone other than her is at home. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Alice approached our yard a little after my mother left. I didn’t think much of it other than the fact that I hadn’t seen her around before, as we were about the same age at that point — physically, anyway.
“Where yo’ momma off to?” She asks me, standing at our gate.
“Oh, she’s helping host this borin’ event at The Estiatorio Plaka — you know, on Eastern Avenue?” I tell her casually. “Do you live around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you.”
“Oh no, I live far from here. Very far.” Alice laughed, resting her arms on our gate. “I hope yo’ momma event go well, I guess.”

“Yeah — uh — I’ll let her know you said somethin’.” I say, glancing inside my door to make sure my brother wasn’t trying to come down the stairs. In the past, he had come down the stairs to get a snack when he thought it was just me at home, and freaked out when he saw the front door open. “What’s your…”
From my memory, Alice just disappeared. For a bit, I wondered if she was an hallucination, as I hadn’t been sleeping very well. However, I eventually brushed it off, walked upstairs to check on my brother, and eventually forgot about this until I saw her again.

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 23/07/2025

“You two have been carrying on a secret romance for years and now that you finally can be together, you’re not sharing a place?” Except for the minor detail that we hadn’t ever been alone together prior to this, except for those two minutes in the locker room. I don’t think that counted. #wipsnips

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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 23/07/2025

Edward is one of my least favorite characters I've ever created. He is Hattie's husband, for extra clarity, and Hattie is infertile. Used "small" as a synonym, btw. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

“Of course, dear.” Hattie says. “You look so beautiful in this one! I’m so glad we took you and Alice in, we’re going to take good care of you two.”
“Maybe me and Priscilla can become as close as me and my sista were.” Alice introjected, smiling at Priscilla. Priscilla glared back.
“I hope so!” Hattie said. “It would be so sweet if you two were close.”
“Why? So they can replace the daughters you can’t make?” Edward muttered bitterly.
Everyone went silent. Hattie made a small gasp like she had been physically wounded, but said nothing. Everyone continued to eat their food in silence after that.

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inkandimagination.bsky.social @inkandimagination.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts from the online series currently being edited, What Happens on A Cruise, Stays on The Cruise. #WHOACSOTC

She'd grown up with parents doing so. Part of their Sunday ritual.

Some gospel music before the eleven am church service - the likes of Grace Thrillers on repeat. And after church, a little Kenny Rogers, some Dolly Parton. Depending on how the cooking was going, the needle would start all over on Ms Parton... as even the record player knew the gravy wasn't quite ready.

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

"It takes some getting used to, this cold. I hear you have your own shop." She nodded. "Were you looking to get a tat?" "I’m not sure putting myself at your mercy with needles at hand would be a good move." "Not stupid." she muttered. #wipsnips

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Quill A.M. Aster || Author @quillsandasters.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

#WIPSnips of the day! Injuries happen often, in my writing - it is epic fantasy, after all. For passable accuracy (it's still fantasy), I have googled some truly concerning things (and talked tons to my poor MD friend) 😅💚 #WriteSky #Booksky📚💙🪐 #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #QueerFantasy #EpicFantasy

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‘Add three of the leaves and mix it again.’ Arowyth said when the grinding sound stopped, nearly finished with the inner stitching of the wound - the bleeding slowing somewhat as he worked. More rustling, another short while of grinding. Arowyth tried to focus.
‘Done!’ Veavyr called, and he shuffled closer slightly.
‘Good. There are shallow cuts upon his legs and stomach. Spread the poultice upon them thoroughly but thinly. It should stop the bleeding.’ Arowyth did not look up as he spoke, instead tying off the last of the inner stitches and cutting the string very carefully with the tip of his dagger.
He took a breath, looking down, and paused to briefly pour more alcohol upon his hands, the needle, and the injury - rinsing away much of the blood and cleaning it again.

(The word "needle" is highlighted in a pale, dusty, greyish tone of brown.)

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Mohannad Sayed @ms-writes.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

Oh, boy. That's a good one. I have a lot of needles in my book. There are many scenes that i could have posted, but I think this one takes the cake. Taken from a chapter titled: Take the Needle Tony. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

The flame sparked to life. Its faint orange glow danced across the floor — too weak for the massive hallway, but more than enough to wash Marco in relief.
He let out a shaky breath, then turned to the woman beside him — a triumphant grin crossing his face.
Her eyes locked onto his, glistening — in awe of his cleverness, no doubt.
He swayed the lighter. The flame caught on a metal beam.
He raised the flame higher — and decaying fingers grazed his hand. He nearly screamed, but the woman caught his mouth, muffling the gasp.
It was a corpse — sprawled on a wheeled iron bed, tucked beneath a blood-soaked sheet. Its hand hung limply from under the cover.
Marco swept the flickering light across the corpse. Countless needles pierced its flesh — plungers jutting out like pinheads in a pincushion.
A word was scrawled in blood across the sheet. Jagged, letters tangled: TONY.

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