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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 18s

At the start of the story, Grio and Strope live in the ruins of their family home. It was a grand, walled mansion but everything of value was taken away by the city's ruler, the Baron, twenty years earlier. Their aunt, Lakie, has divided the house into separate areas for tenants. #writesky

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 12h

@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social asked my original question re settings so I’ll ask @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social, @ellieyellu.bsky.social and @annavernerauthor.bsky.social and anyone else with something I struggle with, how do you write a good sex scene? #LitHodgepodge

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

#Lithodgepodge Been a long time since I drew anything that wasn’t a rough sketch so here’s some not so rough sketches of Grio, Strope and Halla.

Grio looking smug and shiny, scruffy Strope and nervous but half smiling Halla.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Grio’s more bothered about what to wear in the Dip than what explosive material is mined in its depths. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The Dip. Grio groaned internally and cast his eyes away from his more extravagant clothes. Today would be a day of casualness and for attire that could be burnt after use. He slipped a thin jerkin over his head and then let the towel fall so he could pull on tight underclothes followed by loose trousers. It was an outfit that hid the tantalising glimpses he'd allowed them to witness.

"Is that all we are to you, Raion?" Grio ruffled the towel over his head to dry the last of his curls. "Resources?"

Raion scowled. "It's not just wizards but what Kime held. One wizard can create a dent but what's mined in the Dip can turn that dent into a crater."

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#LitHodgepodge 2 There would be some love-hate feelings about them appearing on Taskmaster. Grio would try to overthrow Greg and torment Alex. Halla would like anything problem solving but draws a blank with the creative ones. Strope panics as soon as he opens the task.

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Cameron A Malin @camalin.net · 01/10/2026

A Hodgepodge?! Hoff we go then... I'm Cameron, and I'm writing a high fantasy x regency romance crossover titled #Ellamir!

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Alex Larkspur 💛📚🌻 @applesncinnamon.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

A forest. A curse. A witch. Milo Ashton ventures into Hatwick Wood to break the curse that's destroying it and every living thing within it. How will he survive when he's cursed himself? Universal: books2read.com/u/bw6gwP Itch: applesncinnamon.itch.io/the-witch-of... Cover by @isthiseva.bsky.social

The cover of The Witch of the Wood by Alex Larkspur surrounded by trope arrows.
MM Fantasy Romance
Novella
A Spooky Forest
A Search of a Witch
Fast Burn
Breaking a Curse

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Halla and Strope would go for a cosy picnic, somewhere busy where they can people watch. Grio is picked off the streets to be a model and whisked to a fashion show. #WriteSky #AwesomeCharacters

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Grio's already injured one of the wizards chasing him but that's it. He won't hurt any more today. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Grio didn't stop to see if they saved the wizard he'd burnt. He ran further into Down Wall, running towards the sounds of chains clanging in the distance. Every citizen and building was festooned in a variety of shackles and noise meant crowds. They wouldn't kill him in front of others? But all he found was darkness. The windows of every home were shut tight, the fish lay dully and not even the moon could push a shimmer through into Down Wall. The moisture that had returned to Grio’s mouth was now pulled away but not from the wizards but because, finally, he was scared. He was lost and alone. His thin clothes clung to his body and he realised he was about to die.

More light, that’s what he needed to create. But this was to guide rather than injure and Grio let a few drops pull from his fingertips and glisten in the darkness. Each one was quickly brought to a white hot heat and they illuminated his path.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#LitHodgepodge 1 Hey, I'm Tara and I'm on a second draft of a grim/cosy story about a wizard trying to free an imprisoned god by *checks notes* exploding wizards. Also like writing cosy sci fi stuff. Thanks for the impossible question, Pam. Tea or coffee? #writingcommunity

this or that answers. paperback, series, tears, coffee, villain, character-driven, computer, sweet, soundtrack, bookmark, pantser, lush, vomit draft, morning.

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Just sneaking in here to actually post something for once before diving back into schoolwork. Help me. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky

Clara called for Eli’s help, wondering what was taking him so long. Eli motioned for Will to follow him and jogged the rest of the way to the Saloon, stepping through the doors like the sheriff in all the westerns. As if his presence alone would solve everything.

Judging by the way the room stilled and everyone looked up at him, Will had to wonder if it could. Clara knelt by a man, directing him to press a handkerchief into his side as she dug into her bag for whatever tools she needed. The bleeding man grit his teeth in pain but otherwise made no other concession to agony.

“It’s Al.” Another man called out to Eli. He was standing over the wounded man—the Albert of whom Eli spoke earlier, judging by the Union cavalry hat lying next him—preventing anyone from coming near. “Damned Reb stabbed him.” He gestured to the far end of the room, where a wiry fellow, whose pointed features rather reminded Will of a stoat, sat under guard by several of the townsfolk. “Went after Isaiah.” Another gesture, this time to a large black man in the near corner, tucked into the round table by the window. He had something against his eye.

Will’s stomach churned at the smell of booze and blood commingling in the air, but Eli made no sign of noticing it. “Jeb. Isaiah. Grab him. Clara, we’ll take him back to the homestead. Reverend, I’m going to need your gig. Everyone else, stand back. And keep Jeremiah still. He’s done enough damage this evening. We don’t need him doing anything to bring the Marshals down on us. Again.”

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Jade Lawrence @jade-lawrence.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

With all the instances of Heiden talking about her experience as a guard, I actually chose to talk about the guards in Volla instead for today's #WIPSnip.

“Are all your guards clergy?” The woman asked as she untied her horse.

“Yeah. Well, monks technically,” Aldous said quietly, then nodded toward the six-story stone monastery near his stable, clearly visible from town, “To be a part of the militia, you must take the monk vows. It’s supposed to prevent corruption among those meant to guard us.”

“Is it the same true for stable masters?”

“No.” Aldous needed to emphasize how much he was not a monk. “I’m an acolyte employed by the cult. I could take the vows, but then I would have to give up money and bedsports.”

Not that he was getting much of either.

“Hmm.” was all the stranger said as she took in the information.

Jade Lawrence

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Happy #WIPSnips 30 - Guard! In a world where most types of magical beings exist, Audrey very helpfully explains what sets Lunarbeasts apart.

“Why do the werewolves need a Medic?” Prince Uldryn asked, eyes wide.
“There’s a lot of things that our bodies are very good at doing,” Audrey explained. “But we’re technically shapeshifters, which gives us a different kind of body than most other species. It makes us very good at guarding important things. We’re immune to most magic, and we’re naturally very resilient. Unfortunately, it also means a lot of medicine and healing can look like an attack to a damaged body, so Lunarbeasts require specialized medical attention.”

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🎃🕸J.M. Weaver 🕷👻 @jmweaverauthor.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

#WIPSnips Another from my upcoming novella, Vitrified. In this scene, Helena is face to face with an entity we don't meet in Savage as You, known as The Gardener. I do so love designing monsters!

I dusted myself off, eyes fixated on the blade of the stone woman’s sheers. They less resembled a gardening tool than they did some kind of ornate version of typical stationery scissors, with pentagonal guards around the shanks and handles made of obsidian. Tall as a house, the statue-like entity carried the visage of a mourning woman donning a long veil that concealed her face, parted in the middle, although the face itself remained featureless, a crack jutting diagonally across. It wore a stone mourning dress, boots. The giant looked at me, fingers clenching around the sheers.
“Why have you come here, Human?” the statue asked, and as it spoke, a roaring flame flickered in the crack running across her face.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

So glad you're alright Charlie. Thought there was a glitch in the matrix! Was there a lot of foot tapping whilst you waited for BSky to reset? Gonna go with todays snip for the characters. Alitzah has the patience of a flea, just wants to get in and stab. I'anthal holds her back. He can wait.

All she had left were her sodden clothes and her brother’s dagger. Wilmot’s tastes had been more gaudy than practical; his amethyst encrusted dagger was no better than a letter opener. Certainly not sharp enough to slit a few Witherbeck throats as they slept.

She voiced that hope to I’anthal and he shook his head. The beads in his twin braids clattered at the motion. “They will have guards and you will do nothing worse than graze them,” I’anthal replied mildly. “My axe and short sword are no great weapons against them.” His deep blue eyes were wide open and honest. “We wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Then how will I rescue Arlais if all you'll let me do is follow?"

“Exactly,” I’anthal replied calmly. “We’ve seen their slaughter and we know what we have. Our lives and not much else. We can’t rush down, slaughter one maybe two. They will capture you, kill me and,” he gave her a lazy three fingered salute “I swore to the Three Mothers I’d protect you and I don't break my promises.”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Alitzah tries to plan an attack but is talked out of it by her bodyguard, I’anthal. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Drunk Melody introduces Guy to the treasure that is Peggy Rico. 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying

“Peggy! Peggy. I was just telling this guy… Guy! I was just telling Guy about all the wisdomous things from your mouth. Like… for example! Peggy, do tell, what sort of man should you never fall in love with?”

“Far too many to list. But the worst? That would be the kind with pretty words and a long memory.”

Melody grinned, but Guy cocked his head. “So, what, charm and intelligence are red flags now? Aren’t those normally considered attractive qualities?”

Peggy shook her head. “Different sort, darlin’. Not charm and intelligence—gift wrap and grudges. Mark my words, once those pretty words are through, what’s he got left? A fragile ego and an inability to let go. You’ll want a parka to sit in Satan’s sauna before a man like that lets you forget all his little bruises.”

Melody dropped her chin and lifted her brow at Guy. “See? You see?” Her head slumped onto Peggy’s shoulder, eyelids falling, too. “Adopt me already.”

Laughter pooled in Guy’s eyes, but he shifted them to Peggy again. “And how about women? Got any advice for a hopeless bachelor?”

Peggy pushed back the hair that had fallen in front of Melody’s face, tucking it behind an ear. “Now, that depends. I reserve my advice for people I like, and we’ve only just met.”

“And you don’t like me yet? I’d better order you another drink, Ms. Rico.”

“Careful, now, charmer.”

“Good thing I’ve got a short memory.”

Peggy laughed. “Hey, what do you know, charmer? Turns out I like you. So listen well now: never, ever fall in love with a woman who loves poetry and cheap wine.”

“Oh? That’s the kind who won’t let you forget?”

“That’s right, darlin’. But in a different way.” Peggy coaxed Melody’s glass from her limpening fist. “See, she might let you, but you won’t ever. Even long after she’s gone. You just can’t… unlearn a woman like that.” She shook her head at the glass. “Deep and light at once. Sad, but sweet. Damn hard to hold.” She knocked the drink back and smiled. “Harder still to let go.”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

A continuation of yesterdays #WIPSnips. They're not playing cards for money but rather whoever loses has to make sure they're not all murdered in their sleep. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“What are we playing for?” Oula asked.

“Whoever loses stays up tonight and makes sure that farmer doesn’t murder us?” I’anthal suggested with a grim smile.

“That was dirty what his sister wife said to you,” Cailo muttered, his gaze focused on the cards.

“Sister wife?” I’anthal asked, all innocence.

“Well, you know these Laitheners.” Cailo finally looked away from his cards and glanced up at where Alitzah lay asleep. “They do like to keep it in the family.”

“Rumours, I’d imagine.” I’anthal smiled and replaced one of his cards for another. “It’s like how they see us Amtervians, we’re either sex starved or sex mad.”

Oula raised her eyebrows at how blunt I’anthal was. “And which are you?”

He answered with a wide smile and a single word. “Satisfied.”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

House sitting for my dad and a certain someone isn’t allowed on the sofa. Someone doesn’t give a damn about rules.

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Paisley Rose @paisley-rose.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#WIPSnips - PRIME ("pinnacle") Sharing snips from UHR this week since I just finished the line edits--although I haven't typed them up yet so these snips are pre-edits and it is still quite a WIP. Stella's trying to remain professional, even after what happened on the weekend...

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Happy #WIPSnips 28 - Prime! What kind of writer inserts a bathhouse scene into their book just to accelerate the ~tension~ and ~yearning~ into their romantasy with a witch and a prince 😮‍💨 (It's me, I'm writer) From THE YEARNING SKY, featuring Ivy and her wandering but deep in denial eyes 😂

"It gets easier,” Merric supplied. I glanced over at him—then forced myself to meet his eyes. The water was cloudy with foam and some kind of cleanser. While I could stay submerged up to my neck, Merric’s broad frame kept his chest and shoulders well above water, and in my line of sight.
Strong, navigable lines, a topographic description of his life on the road. Dark, coarse hair rippled over his chest, but not too thick. It accentuated his well-defined muscles, and just enough softness to his form to show a man well into his prime.
It was a very, very quick glance. Just … very informative, as well.

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L Izet @solarisstory.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Last call- I'll be drawing in an hour.

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🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜 @jimthevampire.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Only got the one primed and I definitely shared a long time ago, but here we go with *primed* #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #sff #StatuesErode

As they watched, lights sprang back to life in windows on the inner ring of the station. Within a few seconds, the spin speed increased. Caul was staring at streams of text that he used to be able to read from here, on her console, “Captain, Station Rec confirms that the situation is resolved. Huh. It reiterates our orders to leave.”
He scratched his chin, concern and irritation were knotting in his stomach. “The Rec says? What about station command?”
He watched her shake her head, “Nothing sir. Just orders from the Rec.”
What could he actually do about it? They didn’t need help, Tartarus didn’t have much help to offer. Win, win? He felt himself shrug. “Well, so be it. Lets get out of here. Engineering,” he called out, knowing Toren would be waiting. “Are my ULD’s ready?”
A brief hiss of static; “Aye Captain…Ultra Light Drive is primed. Reaction mixes are stable. Give the word.”
The last wasn’t entirely warranted, but he let it slide.
“The word is given. Punch it.”
Elara nodded once from her station. Her hands flying across the console tapping buttons.
The rumbling of the drives was replaced by high pitched whine. There was a brief feeling of inertia and out of the porthole, stars stretched out into infinite lines around them and the engines settled back to a low rumble. And it was done.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Strope is a lemon meringue pie, crunchy but sweet and sour on a solid base. Halla is a Portuguese tart, delicate on the outside, soft and dependable on the inside. Grio is one of those AI cake pictures that bakers get sent asking if they can make it. Elaborate and fake. #WriteSky #AwesomeCharacters

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The best things in life are free, such as playing cards with new friends. Unless it involves gambling. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“He has cards?” Cailo couldn’t help but raise his voice in excitement. “I’anthal! Is this true? That you’ve a pack of cards?”

“Of course,” I’anthal called back. “One of the best ways to entertain myself on long nights.”

“He has cards!” Cailo repeated with a giggle and rubbed his hands together in glee. “I am going to destroy all of you in a game of keecan.”

“Not Alitzah. Laitheners don’t gamble or swear.” Oula replied.

“Pft! Cards is only gambling if there’s money involved. We can use other things, like chores and…twigs,” Cailo finished lamely but the smile stayed on his face. “I haven’t played keecan in years!”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

One of my neighbours always shaves his beard off for summer. He’s had a beard all year and just seen he’s now clean shaven. Are we due a second summer?

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

This seemed appropriate, Alitzah is tied up and blindfolded and tries to turn towards the noise that is Cailo turning back into a human. #Sundaysnips #writingcommunity #hqpress

More yelling. More scared horses. Even some terrified sheep in the distance. Many steps pummeling the ground to her right, a few more to the left and that was where she felt the vibrations of trampling hooves. They must have a huge amount of cavalry. It was more a war group than a raiding party.

A gust of air pushed at her back, something shuffled inside the tent and Alitzah started to turn around to face what had entered. A futile attempt but she couldn’t help but try. There was no more movement but there were noises. Something cracked. And then another crack. Sharp, quick noises in rapid succession. As if someone was cracking their knuckles repeatedly. Something whined, long and droning, as if it were about to explode when it reached the right pitch and then, suddenly, it dropped. The noise became a voice; firm and awkwardly polite.

“Ten fingers, ten toes. Excellent. Alitzah, I’m going to untie you and then you will give me your cloak. After that, you can take off your blindfold.”

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L Izet @solarisstory.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

✨️ A R T R A F F L E ✨️ I've just realised I hit 200 followers! So to celebrate lets do a raffle! (And it'll keep me drawing!) Comment below and tell me about your oc you would most want a drawing of. (You must do this or you won't be entered.) In a few days I'll draw & announce winners.

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Kayleigh 🫜 @kaydwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#WIPSnips | nation Heyyy, I have this one without needing vibes ✨😅. Lennie and Micah reflect on the absence of the rapture at the end of the world… From my post-apocalyptic WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: “Mama believed in all that. The Second Coming. Said it was all prophesied, that all we had to do was wait, and we'd ascend into Heaven, right along with the rest of ‘em. The good ones.”

“You believe that crock?”

“No,” she said, poking at the dying embers. The logs settled and crackled, sending little sparks lifting into the sky. “If I ever did, I knew waiting alongside her that she weren't no chosen one.” She sighed. “And that means I ain't either.”

Micah nestled up against the tree, cradling the back of his head as he gazed at the night sky. The moonlight caught in his eyes, casting a silver-white glow to them.

“‘And there will be signs in sun and moon and stars,’” he said softly, “‘and on the earth distress of nations in perplexity because of the roaring of the sea and the waves.’”

Lennie stared at him as the logs popped. “That might be the most words I ever heard you say. Big ones too.”

He shrugged. “My pa made us quote scripture.”

“So what do you believe?”

He glanced at her, then back at the stars. “I believe your ma was right on one thing.”

“What's that?”

He closed his eyes and settled into the dirt. “That you're one of the good ones, Lennie.”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

If Karl wasn’t married then Strope would have tried to be more than friends. Strope does have at least one relationship with another man, who leaves him, and a rare one night stand with another. #writesky

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Bludeye Beach got to be in this bundle! 😄

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Grio finally realises how pivotal he’ll be to the walls of Dragaul tumbling down. #WriteSky #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Raion had been in the process of gently placing all the unused necklaces back into a drawer and he turned to scowl at Grio. "Of course not. I have a plan to get them all by the walls and they'll do it because they're told to do it by the clerks. Haven't you seen how they all agree to my demands? Because, from birth, every citizen of Dragaul knows to follow the words of the clerks."

"I never did. Hate them. Earliest memory is of one of you lot coming to my house with soldiers. Killed my grandfather and destroyed the place."

"Then must hate the guards as much as the clerks," Raion replied mildly. "You'll be thrilled that a large amount of them will die when you cause the walls to tumble."

Grio was about to say that the guards were nothing more than paid thugs when he caught the drift of Raion's words. "Me? I'm blowing up the walls?"

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Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

How it feels to get swooshed through a tree to a different world. 🌳✨ From my YA fantasy, The Kindler. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying

“D! Don’t!” Mundy lunges for me as I reach for the tree, but he’s too late.

A rush of warmth envelops my hand and slithers up my arm. My face tilts up of its own accord, as if I’m floating in the creek on a perfect summer day, basking in the rays that cut through the canopy.

Then, the sensation of a hand tugging mine. It yanks me forward, and I plunge through the solidity of the tree.

Into pitch darkness.

My lungs fill, readying to release a scream, but my breath is lost. Something pulls at my chest, like a paperclip to a magnet. Time, space, matter—suddenly nothing is real, and I’m spinning in a cosmic washing machine. Is this what it feels like, falling down the rabbit hole, creeping through the wardrobe, coming unstuck with time?

Is this really happening?

A blinding tidal wave of light slams me to the ground. I hear a thud and a high-pitched “ow!” as someone tumbles out behind me and I pinch my eyes shut.

“Chlo? That you? Are you okay?”

“Think so! Once I open my eyes, I can confirm.”

I dig the heels of my palms into my watering eyes as they adjust to the staggering light.

Another thud and a groan.

“Mun?” I say, blinking rapidly and wiping my face with my sleeve.

“You’re both insane! Actually insane!”

I can just make him out, folded over with his hands braced against his knees.

“I think I’m…gonna be…”

He vomits. Chloe wobbles over to him, shielding her eyes and blinking, and rubs his back.

“Gross, don’t look. It’s fine. I’m f—”

He hurls again. After some heaving and spitting, he stands up and moves away from the sick, tugging Chloe along with him. We gather and look at each other, stunned, our brains sprinting to meet us where our bodies put them.

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🎃🕸J.M. Weaver 🕷👻 @jmweaverauthor.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

#WIPSnips In this scene, Hailey requires a good sneeze. She has brought (x1) Cinder with her to Lin J'Roe, to meet The Gentleman. Slightly long snip because I love this whole exchange. It's sublimely absurd. Also Garbage Collector mentioned. We don't meet him in SaY but we do in Vitrified!

I sneezed. “You know, for a butler you could stand to clean this place a bit better.”

The Gentleman retrieved a handkerchief from his breast pocket coated in dry blood. “This gentleman’s job is to clean newly emerging messes, not to tarnish the deliberate ambience of this most classical of manors.”

I rejected his bloody handkerchief, plucking a tissue from my purse. I wiped my nose, looked about for a trash can, then felt a catty smirk sprawl across my face as I tucked my tissue into his breast pocket, patting it. “There you go, buddy. You are . . . now my trash can.”

“This gentleman is not paid enough to work a second job—The Garbage Collector would be furious! I will need much washing later, oh, how our bones ache after a few good tumbles in The Beholder’s machines!”

Cinder coughed. “Hey, Hat Rack Man, can I ask you something?”

“So long as it does not involve poison, explosives, the planet in the sky, The Butcher, eels, elemental enchantments, The Seamstress, or time travel, yes.”

“OK so how do you hear? I don’t see ears.”

I tilted my head. “Hey yeah, what’s up with that, Mr. Gentleman?”

“If you must know!” He lifted a chain from his other breast pocket, out of which he pulled a very human-looking ear, pierced and connected to the chain. “This gentleman keeps his ear safely abreast at all times! Better that, than to let it roam free.”

Cinder turned to me. “So, we’re pretty much going to just get murdered any second now, right?”

“I hope not,” I said, though my optimism waned.

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Close enough. You all asked for BigBad "playing with" Ace scenes, right? ❗CW: gun use; description of previous mutilation❗ #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Master/Puppet🦹🔫

Black text, green background, "tumbler" highlighted pink

"What do you say we play a game, Acey?"

"No." My mind works furiously on how to take advantage of the situation. I'm free, but I'm weak, and my hands are still stuck together. The left one's disgusting, purple with the pinkie missing and the other fingers not quite at the right angles. But the rope is loose around them since he cut it.

He drops me to the ground and heads for the console. My right hand's cramped and the wrist is raw, but I manage to work my hands loose from their remaining ties. Not enough time to act before he turns to me, holding a gun. It's the old-fashioned kind with a tumbler and six shots.

Shit, I don't know what to-- There's no time, no place to-- Evie, I plead, save me. I'm in her head, she could, but she doesn't.

"Let's find out how many bullets are in here, yeah?"

He spins the chamber and aims at my good hand.

"Oh, god, please."

Click.

I breathe out, pushing myself back from him until I hit the wall.

"What power does Danny have?" He aims at my balls.

"Nothing! Nothing! He's not super! He's human!" I scream.

Click.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

A Lord of the Rings quote, but it starts with "Dude,". “Dude, I am no man.”

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Éowyn: I Am No Man

Alt: Éowyn: I Am No Man

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Erika Chandler @erikachandler.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Collapse for meltdown. Rin’s had a hard day, but most days have been hard since her brother was killed. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy

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Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

As you can see, each day of the week has a different flavor; feel free to dip in or out as you please! The prompts will touch on an array of topics meant to encourage reflection on and development of characters, craft, and community. Here’s a preview of what you can expect. Hope to see you there!

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PROMPTS POSTED 12AM EST
USE HASHTAG #LITHODGEPODGE

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@pamelajeong.bskysocial will be watching (in a friendly way)

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No AI! Use alt text!

Week 1
01. THU | Intro with this-or-that
02. FRI | Film/TV wormhole
03. SAT | What’s my new hobby?

Week 2
04. SUN | Shout out a question!
05. MON | Perfect happiness
06. TUE | Archetypal characters
07. WED | Narrative voice
08. THU | Would you rather
09. FRI | Dream musical collaborator
10. SAT | How would you trap me?

Week 3
11. SUN | Shout out a question!
12. MON | Most valued quality
13. TUE | Archetypal settings
14. WED | Figurative language
15. THU | MBTI or Enneagram
16. FRI | Book tour buddy
17. SAT | What’s my karaoke song?

Week 4
18. SUN | Shout out a question!
19. MON | Treasured possession
20. TUE | Genre tropes
21. WED | Strong verbs
22. THU | Kokology quiz
23. FRI | Book-inspired merch
24. SAT | What do I do with $10?

Week 5
25. SUN | Shout out a question!
26. MON | Occasions to lie
27. TUE | Found family
28. WED | Sentence architecture
29. THU | Philosophies of love
30. FRI | Dream-cast your leads
31. SAT | Final thoughts

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Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Hey friends of the #WritingCommunity & #WriteSky! 👋💚 Please join me in October for 🍲📚 #LitHodgepodge 📚🍲, a game of daily #writingprompts with a dash of this and a dollop of that, questions with meat plus a sprinkling of garnishes. Let’s have some miscellaneous fun! More info & preview below ⬇️

LITERARY HODGEPODGE
An October Prompt Game of Miscellaneous Proportions

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DAILY THEMES

MONDAYS WITH MARCEL
Answer interview questions from the Proust Questionnaire as your character (and yourself, if you wish!)

TUESDAY TROPES
Discuss (and snip, if you wish) archetypes & tropes in your WIP

WEDNESDAY WORDSMITHS
Share a snip from your WIP that showcases a specified literary element or stylistic device

THURSDAY THRIFTED THERAPY
Dive (un)deep into the (pop) psychology of your character

FRIDAY FLIGHTS OF FANCY
Indulge in some frivolous “what if” daydreaming about your writing

SATURDAY SNAP JUDGMENTS
Post a non-AI image of your character and invite others to make assumptions about them

SUNDAY SHOUT & SHARE
Connect with other writers in the community by asking questions about the writing process

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“Lighthearted fun! Fun connections! Connect light hearts?”

Hosted by @pamelajeong.bskysocial

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Vibes here, Oula witnesses Alitzah have a meltdown when she realises their quest is futile. #WriteSky #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Alitzah’s fists were clenched and her body bent forwards before she let out a scream. It was a harsh, guttural scream that sounded like it was being dragged out by hardy ponies. At first it was quick quiet breaths like she was trying to control it and then slowly intensifying until it pushed its way out of her lungs and filled the valley. It was a scream of fury and futility. Oula felt her knees wobble as they wanted to run down to comfort Alitzah but then she didn’t know how. All she could offer was her arm and her ear.

An arm and an ear that were suddenly provided by I’anthal. He pushed wordlessly past Oula and went to Alitzah’s side. His arm went around her shoulders and they both sat firmly on the ground. Alitzah’s screams had stopped and her face pushed into I’anthal’s side. Oula staggered forwards a little only to be stopped by a hand on her arm.

“I don’t think she’d want us to see her cry.” Cailo’s voice was unswervingly kind. It didn’t feel right. “Let them cry together.”

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

#WIPSnips Word of the day is ‘stream’, which I have! From Dust and Shadows -Peter lies to Michael and… the poor kid needs a hug. #WritingCommunity

“I promise, I’ll be there. If not, then the first magic lesson is free!” Peter said, waving him off. Michael didn’t look like he believed him, but also wouldn’t question him either. Instead, he nodded at Peter and left to have dinner with everyone else. One thing was for certain: Peter had to get better at lying to him.
There would be talks of war plans again. Peter knew he couldn’t keep ignoring them, but he was going to keep avoiding them as much as possible. Deep down, he didn’t know what he was going to do. Especially with Tinkerbell. He looked up at the darkening sky overhead, and the slow rainfall that followed. As the rain fell, the drops streamed down his cheeks and mixed with the occasional tear. The others were in the main hut now, having dinner, and someone called his name, but he ignored them.
Lightning crashed in the distance.

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Midnight Nass @midnightnass.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

I Photoshop Neel into things… Day 392 #StarWars

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

It's finally here. The 21st of September so have to post one of my favourite songs! youtu.be/Gs069dndIYk?...

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Earth, Wind & Fire - September (Official HD Video)

YouTube video by EarthWindandFireVEVO

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

When people meet Cailo they usually wonder how anyone can smell that bad. I just realised, think that's a nod to my own dog as we know him as 'stinky seymour'. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

This is a dance off. If you see this, post a dance. If Sam Rockwell ain't dancing in whatever he's in then something ain't right.

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Sam Rockwell's Red Carpet Dance on SNL

Alt: Sam Rockwell's Red Carpet Dance on SNL

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