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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 18/09/2026

A student colleague is looking for folks who've transitioned out of law enforcement or high-performance sport specifically ... If that's you, please complete the anonymous) survey here. And if you know someone with this experience, please pass on the flyer and link -- lnkd.in/eZAmm8K7

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 12/04/2026

In case you were wondering, I have 20 pages -- your eyes do not deceive you: twenty. pages! -- of my new slipstream manuscript drafted. It's the first book of a three book series. Oh, but don't fret. "Yesterday is Tomorrow" is actually (wait for it!) Book 3! Tada! Stay tuned ...

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 30/07/2025

The girl who loves the stars (and planets, and other things space) was out before dawn, 5:36am Eastern to be precise. You're welcome. She had a 13-year old Viszla mix, watching her back for monsters that might trundle down from the woods in the dark to snatch her mom. It was a good morning.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 15/06/2025

This conversation is not about the "people in blue" or those who "patrol the streets in their black and whites". I'm referring to the other Police. Postor from the "Ghost in the Machine" tour. #Viewpoint www.r-leadership.com/2025/06/13/a...

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 02/06/2025

Because Venus wants to say good morning 🪐 Make it a spectacular and interstellar week 🌠

Photo of the planet Venus above the sunrise. Taken by author.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 30/05/2025

Oh, silly #WIPSnips! You've made me go ✨vibes✨today, which sent me to a song ... youtu.be/4WT7nBGX5eU?... Sing along if you know it!

Snip of text with the word "guy" highlighted in yellow that reads:

As Aubrigette ran to the subway entrance, smiling, she tried to memorize the timber of his voice. The smile turned to a wide grin, and she started to giggle as she skipped down the stairs to her platform. The looks on the faces as she passed the other riders as they gave way made her laugh aloud: she caught sight of her wavy reflection on the upright of the turnstile and could see the wild look in her own eyes. Vera thought she looked beautiful.
Stepping onto the crowded train, she pulled her lips between her teeth, clamped down, and breathed through her nose until her cheeks relaxed. The rhythmic rocking of the train calmed her giddiness. Aubrigette tried to remember every detail of Theatre Guy’s face. The sunny color of his eyes, framed by dark-rimmed glasses, and the smell of his flesh that kept coming back to her mind and seemed to fit the nickname she gave him, since she had no idea what he was really called.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 29/05/2025

Today is a ✨vibes✨day, #WIPSnips folks. While Mrs. Pindle didn't have a cart, she decided to "carry" what she could. #SF

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As soon as she entered and closed the door behind her, Mrs. Pindle bustled into the foyer. “Are you all right, Miss Vera? Have you eaten? I was so out of sorts after tidying that I started cooking.” Vera followed her nose (and Mrs. Pindle) into the kitchen, zigzagging through a maze of bags. “Oh dear, please excuse the mess. It doesn’t look like I was tidying, does it? When I left you, I did as I said, went to my rooms and collected what I could carry. There’s maybe two more trips and I’ll have everything, since I rented a furnished flat.” She leaned on the counter, pulled a cotton hankie from her bosom, and swabbed her face.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 28/05/2025

Like our #WIPSnips leaders, I too want another day off. Maybe a week? Maybe I'll go visit Aubrigette, because she had the right idea. #SF

From my WIP, with the word "want" highlighted in yellow that reads:
Aubrigette smiled politely as the server returned and put her whiskey sour on a paper doily next to her salad plate. Albert squeezed the lime slice into his margarita, watching her. She sipped her drink, jiggled the glass, and said, “I figured you would be looking for me, but I didn’t want to be found. I needed a break from,” she waved her hand around the room, “all this.”
“And by all this,” he mimicked her wave, “I presume you meant the good life your parents and grandparents by extension set up for you and that I work hard to make sure you and your children’s children’s great-great-grandchildren will have?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 26/05/2025

Going with ✨vibes✨ today. Vera has no junk but everyone has garbage, right #WIPSnips? #SF

Segment of text from my WIP with the word "garbage" highlighted in yellow that reads:
Vera put the key on her nightstand where the casual onlooker would never notice it, unlocked her bedroom door, and padded quietly to the kitchen, where she found Thea, humming and rearranging the spice cabinet.
“Oh! Miss Vera. Everything all right?”
Vera hoisted herself into one of the tall chairs at the café bar. “Oh, I’m fine, Miss Thea. I thought I’d sneak a little snack before bed. I may not have the time to take breakfast in the morning.”
Thea sniffed an unlabeled container and daintily dropped it into the garbage bin. “I’d be glad to get up earlier if you need.”
“Oh, no, Miss Thea.” Vera looked around. “Did you move everything without me?”
Thea dusted her cumin from her hands. “I didn’t arrange anything, but I did move the bags and boxes down, so it looked bit more civilized up here again.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 26/05/2025

I was away from the computer so circling round to yesterdays #WIPSnips. Sometimes, we can't believe what we're listening to ... #SF

Short snippet from my WIP with the word "listen" highlighted in yellow that reads:
He leaned closer, is eyes locked on hers. She saw that he too was completely sober. “That name, which you will likely hear when you listen to the VR, is Aubrigette Opal Duquesne, the third, and she has been with TSV through every name it’s ever worn. You see, your grandmother has been our client for nearly one hundred forty years.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 24/05/2025

I wrote about Aubrigette's test drive of the Caprice, but it was Uncle Ames who gave her a love of cars. That Gran Sport 👀 #WIPSnips #SF

Snippet of my WIP with the word "warn" highlighted in yellow that reads:
He did as Aubrigette said and after leaving a note for Mrs. Hershberger, his housekeeper, escorted Aubrigette to the private garage and handed her the keys to a vehicle with the name “Buick Gran Sport” on the insignia.
Vera felt herself leaning as Aubrigette navigated the powerful vehicle through a tunnel named Holland that she’d only read about in school and along the New Jersey Turnpike. Vera felt her own tension, but sensed Aubrigette was relaxed. In the glow of the dashboard and oncoming lights, Albert said nothing, save to warn her about staying well below the speed limit. Despite its power, the Gran Sport rode smoothly. Aubrigette took the exit for the Garden State Parkway and Albert held his wristwatch toward the windshield: it was almost ten. “Are you okay? Do you want me to drive for a while?”
“No, Uncle. I’m fine. Just settle back and rest yourself. It won’t be long now.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 24/05/2025

My current #WIP, YESTERDAY IS TOMORROW is a #A #SF #R Before she dies for the last time, Myra Blake gives 3 gifts to her granddaughter: an inheritance beyond her wildest dreams, a frightening secret, & a story about love too crazy to be true. THE MIDNIGHT LIBRARY X THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE

Double image: on the left, a woman and man in 1970s era clothing and on the right a woman and a man in futuristic attire... They could be the same couple... That's the mystery!

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 22/05/2025

Aubrigette is one of those people who uses silence to her advantage, #WIPSnips friends.

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In the silence she dialed Daniel’s number. “Hello?” His voice made gooseflesh bloom over Aubrigette’s body.
“Daniel. It’s Aubrigette.” She imagined she could feel the heavy breathing she heard puffing into the receiver. “I know it’s been a while, and I am on my way to an appointment right now. I wanted to tell you that I saw the article and column in the Times on your performances. I would have –” she almost said loved, “liked to have been in attendance. Thank you for thinking of me. Best of luck with the coming shows.” She pressed the switch hook and disconnected the call before he could say a word, then released it and rang around to Albert’s.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 20/05/2025

Another ✨vibes✨day, my #WIPSnips friends: Myra doesn't do neon, but she doesn't mind being a bit flashy. #A #SF

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Vera winced and Myra ignored it. “My dear,” she continued drily, “there is no need to be squeamish. I’m going to die whether you like it or not.” She swept the covers back and Vera turned away. “Not looking also does not change the fact that your grandmother is on house arrest.” The holographic ankle bracelet circled Myra’s leg, its flashing bright red stop signs blotting the sheets with intermittent blood-colored stains.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 19/05/2025

I had to go with ✨vibes✨today, since I don't have any moans but I do have sighing. #WIPSnips #SF

Snippet of text from my WIP with the word "sigh" highlighted in yellow that reads:
Vera snorted. “I can tell.” She stepped past him, pulling Mrs. Pindle gently by the hand. She folded down the funerary drape from the catafalque and they looked at Myra’s still form.
Mrs. Pinder found the lace hankie she’d stuffed in her sleeve and dabbed beneath each eye. “She looks like she’s resting, bless her. And that was her favorite half-veil.”
“She told me once she sourced her veils from a North African shopkeeper she’d befriended. It’s called a half niqab and …” Tippett’s mouth snapped shut as the women stared at him.
Vera let out a sigh. Mr. Ashwick, please continue.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 18/05/2025

Hey, #WIPSnips family, you know when you write a thing and you like it? This "piece" is one of those for me (see what I did there?) #SF

Snippet of text from my WIP with the word "piece" highlighted in yellow that reads:
They stepped out of the conveyor in front of a marble-front edifice adorned with a gilded pair of praying hands, the corporate headquarters for Merrin-Blythe-Ashwick Group. The double doors opened outward, and E. Thorne Ashwick walked down the slight ramp to greet them. Seeing him there, arms outstretched and hands on the doorknobs took Vera back to Pap’s funeral. Ashwick was a decade older now but looked two, his face still pasty and square with lips framed by thin mustaches that could only be laser applique.
“Miss Blake, please come in.” Vera’s eyes were drawn to Ashwick’s wingtip shoes, and she wondered what sort of soles made no sound on marble floors. He walked them to a room with couches, soft music, and a plaque above the door titling the space as The Eternal Wing. He handed her a piece of ornately carved stone paper with Myra’s name and photo on it. “We have followed Ms. Blake’s instructions, which are engraved there for you. If you and Mr. Tippett would confirm that we have completed this task?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 17/05/2025

Happy Saturday, #WIPSnips -- it's important to be careful when talking and drinking tea. *cough* #SF

Snippet from my WIP with the word "cough" (part of "coughed") highlighted in yellow that reads:
Aubrigette waved a hand, coughed down the mis-swallowed tea, and apologized. “I know, Nana. I’m sorry. It’s just that word ‘masher’ sounded funny. You’re right. I’ll do some checking. I know who can get me answers.” She put her things on the tray and despite Nana’s protests carried it to the kitchen, put away the rest of the cream, then washed and dried the cup, saucer, spoon, and tray. Latifi had followed her and watched. “I’ll let you know what I find out. If he is a masher, I will stop volunteering and will need to change our phone number.” She folded the drying towel and hung it the way Nana liked. “But if he’s not a masher, may I invite him here for lunch?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 16/05/2025

For centuries, those in the highest wealth bracket have kept their funds at Argent & Marquess, where the vaults can talk but know how to keep secrets. #WIPSnips #SF

Snippet of my WIP with the word "power" highlighted in yellow that reads:
Though Vault Five’s walls thrummed with biometric power, the door to box 042 was something old-world. As if reading Vera’s thoughts, Vault Five piped up. “The door and its keyhole are practically a work of art, are they not Miss Vera? The inset is brushed steel, and those designs are done in bronze filigree. The iron hinges have been operating since 1893.”
If a vault’s voice could have a tinge of pride, Five’s did as it continued. “My records show this box has been accessed less than thirty times in two centuries. That key in your hand is the original and has only been used by three women, all in the Duquesne line. You, Miss Vera, are the fourth.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 15/05/2025

Ah, another ✨vibes✨day -- I have no honey but I have "sweet" (since honey is) and "darling" (since honey and darling are terms of endearment) in the same snippet: #WIPSnips #SF

Snippet from my WIP with the word "sweet" highlighted in yellow that reads:
Wait, did she just answer me? “Are you really here, talking to me?” Vera asked.
Nana smiled. “In a way. The me you know is truly gone, my dear, lying in – what was it I wrote for Ashwick to say? – sweet slumber next to your grandfather in the family crypt.” She held out her arms, twisted them back and forth. “But this VR body is quite realistic, isn’t it? Reacts to you just as if I was alive. That’s the ‘neuro’ part, darling. Now, you sit there, and I’ll do the rest.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 14/05/2025

I have no chaos, #WIPSnips, but I have ✨vibes ✨ (confusion):

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Vera went to her rooms, took a shower, and after securing her door to avoid an unexpected visit from Thea, she reattached the neuroplayer behind her ear.
“Good evening. Or is it afternoon? You always keep the curtains drawn, so I can’t tell.” Nana had appeared in the same place Vera had seen her last. This time, she was wearing an airy jumpsuit. “Well.” She shrugged. “It matters not the hour. Are you ready to continue?”
Very walked into the parlor and sat on the chaise opposite Nana’s couch. “Not yet, Nana.” She leaned forward, tempted to reach out to touch her grandmother’s hand. “I want you to tell me the next parts.”
Myra’s brow crinkled with confusion. “You’d rather listen to me rattle on instead of seeing it for yourself?”
“I have questions.” Vera sat back. Myra took a deep breath in through her nose, blew it out her mouth, and nodded.
“Tell me what was in the big envelope. Tell me what happened to Uncle Ames and Nana Latifi. How did you and Pap get together?”
“Questions, indeed.” Myra lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “You heard Mr. Barnard. The big envelope was filled with letters from your Pap. Well, the man who eventually became your Pap.” She placed both palms on her knees, her eyes twinkling in the silence. She looked like she was crying. “As far as Uncle Ames, well,” she turned her head.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 13/05/2025

Wild animals aren't the only creatures that bark. Or are they? #WIPSnips

Snippet from my WIP with the word "bark" highlighted in yellow that reads:
“You know you like him,” Aubrigette sing-songed. Latifi put both hands over her mouth and her eyes twinkled. “I think it’s nice. Go, have another cup of tea. Chamomile, the relaxing one. I’ll take a shower.”
Latif squeezed her wrist again, turned, and almost skipped out like a schoolgirl. Aubrigette heard Mr. Barnard’s deep bark of a laugh and the sound of China cups tinkling against saucers as she turned on the shower. The warm water ran down her body and she wondered what she would find in the heavy envelope. How long had Daniel been writing to her? Were they filled with stories of his acting experiences and time spent with paramours, or were they written to her, about her?

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 12/05/2025

A visit to financial establishments for the wealthy are adventures, even in the future. #WIPSnips

A snippet of text from my WIP with the word "after" highlighted that reads:
She stepped onto 63rd Street and took the conveyor to 200 Park Avenue, then walked a half-block to her destination: Argent & Marquess, one of several exclusive financial institutions that catered to those in her grandmother’s tax bracket. The clock above the entrance iris showed that Vera had ten minutes until the appointment. She held her identification disc to the reader. The iris spiraled open silently and subtle arrows lit a path in the floor panels, pointing her way to the management offices. After two left turns and a right, Vera saw a well-groomed man standing at the end of the corridor, hands held stiffly behind the back of his slate-colored tailored suit. The overhead light glinted off the silver streak in his hair and the clip of the fountain pen in his breast pocket.
“Miss Blake, I’ve been expecting you.” He stepped aside to allow her entrance to his office. “My name is Jorik Kessler. I am your grandmother’s personal banker.”
He stepped around Vera once inside and she had to walk fast to keep up with his long strides. “I thought you were the manager?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 10/05/2025

Historic is historic, no matter when the "when" or where ... #WIPSnips

Snippet of text from my WIP with the word "where" highlighted that reads:
The door slid closed. “Good morning, Ms. Blake.” The emotionless voice never added a first name, but Vera assumed it would always recognize the female from penthouse B as Myra Blake. Her Nana and Pap had moved into the grand apartment on the Upper East Side in 2077, around the time of Vera Senior’s fifth birthday. The brick and marble building had certainly stood the test of time, according to the nearly smooth carving on the cornerstone by the front door, where “1901” could still be made out. The six-story edifice was home to three owners and held to the traditions of Manhattan’s exclusive neighborhoods, maintaining round-the-clock workers on the entrance and in the single elevator. This morning there was no live concierge worker or doorman, meaning Vera didn’t need to make small talk with those who made the grand residence still feel like a quaint enclave for the wealthy from years gone by.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 09/05/2025

We all might not go to college, but sometimes we have to go to the college ... #WIPSnips

Snippet from my WIP with the word "college" highlighted that reads: Vera/Aubrigette blinked at Albert and checked her watch, a Bulova Computron that he hated. Vera heard Aubrigette’s voice for the first time: “Uncle Ames, I can’t right now. I’m on my way up to City College. Remember? I signed up as a volunteer for the theatre department’s fall production season. There’s a meeting today.” She stepped away from him and slung her purse over her shoulder. “Let’s meet at the Club. I made us reservations for six-thirty. I’m all yours for the evening and promise to tell you every detail.” Before he could retort, Aubrigette dashed over to Albert, grabbed him lightly by the shoulder, and pulled him close. Leaning on tiptoes, she brushed her lips on his cheek. “See you there,” she said, and skipped out the door.
Vera felt Aubrigette’s relief as she ran for the subway. Albert Randolph Ames had been on her father’s payroll, but when Aubrigette had turned eighteen and gained partial access to her trust, her short list of employees grew to include Uncle Ames. He was more a protective family member since he’d known her from childhood, and she was one of the few who got to see his gentle side. As one of the handful of Black lawyers in the country to make partner, A. Randolph Ames was the way he presented himself in public. They called him the Obsidian Obelisk because he was tall, sturdy, stalwart, and seemed to flow like ebony ink as he stalked the halls of his office and the courtrooms where he served as lead counselor for the occasional important cases he wouldn’t leave to a junior litigator.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 07/05/2025

Okay, last #QuestPit for me! In 1976, Aubrigette Duquesne III was a woman with secrets. In 2116, Vera Blake inherits them. One stepped across time to leave the other a legacy she never could have imagined. #W: YESTERDAY IS TOMORROW #A #SF #R

Two women looking at each other through a mirror; one is in the 1970s and the other is in the future ...

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 07/05/2025

Being conflicted doesn't have to stop you from being with the one you love, especially if you can just use a new body to follow her through time ... #W: YESTERDAY IS TOMORROW #A #SF #R #QuestPit

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 07/05/2025

#QuestPit: My #WIP, YESTERDAY IS TOMORROW is a #A #SF #R Before she dies for the last time, Myra Blake gives 3 gifts to her granddaughter: an inheritance beyond her wildest dreams, a frightening secret, & a story about love too crazy to be true. THE MIDNIGHT LIBRARY X THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE

Moodboard showing an old limestone mansion in the upper left, a blended man and woman together beneath that, a futuristic carrier below that; and a futuristic dressed man and woman on the right who could be the same people as on the left ...

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 07/05/2025

My first guess on the earworm is the 1983 Lionel Richie song, but that song came after this when ... #WIPSnips

Snippet with the word "hello" highlighted that reads:
“Hello, Vera. Nice one there,” Lou came out on the stoop, pushed out his belly toward the Caprice. He lifted a hand toward it and from the corner of his mouth asked, “Is that Henry Junior? From the little dealership up toward Court House?” She nodded. “Hm. It’s the third Tuesday, so Henry Senior’s probably kicking back free drinks with his Rotary buddies at the Avalon Country Club. He never lets his cars go this far.”
“I didn’t see anyone else at the dealership.” Aubrigette turned her back to the Chevy and faced Lou. “I’m thinking of buying it, but the only reason I would is if you’d take me on.” His eyebrows went up, questioning. “Just this summer and around the neighborhood. I remember when my dad and I were here. You shouldn’t have to do all that alone.” Lou’s shoulders dropped and she continued. “I will cover the licensing or whatever,” she waived at the Caprice,” upgrades and so on. I’d like to have something to get around in while I’m in town.” She lowered her voice. “I still hope you’d pick me up and drop me off at the bus station, if we can work something out.”
“Vera, driving a cab isn’t work for a lady,” Lou answered. “But I could use someone with your softer touch.”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 05/05/2025

I haven't gotten to a revenge part of the story so my ✨vibe ✨is a distant relative of "revenge": "retort" is my word for today's #WIPSnips

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Uncle Ames looked stern, but his body language said he was glad Aubrigette was home. He glanced at his desk calendar: it showed that Labor Day was four days away. Ames said, “Now, tell me what has been going on.”
Vera/Aubrigette blinked at Albert and checked her watch, a Bulova Computron that he hated. Vera heard Aubrigette’s voice for the first time: “Uncle Ames, I can’t right now. I’m on my way up to City College. Remember? I signed up as a volunteer for the theatre department’s fall production season. There’s a meeting today.” She stepped away from him and slung her purse over her shoulder. “Let’s meet at the Club. I made us reservations for six-thirty. I’m all yours for the evening and promise to tell you every detail.” Before he could retort, Aubrigette dashed over to Albert, grabbed him lightly by the shoulder, and pulled him close. Leaning on tiptoes, she brushed her lips on his cheek. “See you there,” she said, and skipped out the door.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 03/05/2025

My interrupt might be seen as rude, but Vera's upset ... #CampWizardWasps

Longer snippet of text from my WIP that reads:
Vera and Mrs. Pinder arrived at the Blake family crypt in time to watch E. Thorne Ashwick maneuver the hovering catafalque inside the tomb. He paused it at the entrance. “Ah, Miss Blake. And Mrs. Pinder. So glad you could make it.”
Vera ran her tongue up her front teeth and brought it down with a loud Tsk! Ashwick jumped, which pleased her. “Mr. Ashwick, I’ll have you mind your tone when addressing my house matron or me.” His lips pruned and he blinked rapidly. “I know you heard me when I informed Mr. Tippett that I needed to look in on Mrs. Pinder and to dress. I should like to understand your haste that would preclude us, the two people closest to my grandmother, from bearing witness to the final passage of her remains to their final rest.” She punctuated the statement with a stomp of her foot, sending two flocks of pigeons to wing.
Ashwick removed his gloved hands from the platform’s direction bar and raised them in submission. “Please forgive my insolence, Miss Blake. I meant no offense –”
“Well, you’ve bloody well caused offense, Chappy,” Mrs. Pindle said.
“—and please rest assured it is not the standard of Merrin-Blythe-Ashwick Group.” He lowered his palms and pressed them together. “I too am a bit overcome by the sadness of this loss.”
Vera snorted. “I can tell.” She stepped past him, pulling Mrs. Pindle gently by the hand.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 03/05/2025

Gonna try this again #WIPSnips, without the tag typo (where did I get "snipts" from? 🤔). I'm going for ✨vibes✨ with "obvious(ly)" <-> "apparent(ly)":

Snippet of text from my WIP with the "obvious" highlighted in yellow out of the word "obviously" that reads:
Hank’s forehead beaded with sweat, despite the coolness of the morning. “Just give me a minute, ah, Miss …”
Du—I mean, Monroe.” Aubrigette’s mind was somewhere in the future, where she was standing next to the Caprice and talking Lou into taking her on as a part-time taxi driver. She watched Hank (not-Aaron-but-Williams) trying not to run for the keys. He was back on the wooden ramp and locking the trailer door in what felt like seconds. Aubrigette slid to the right and pulled up the button to unlock the passenger door.
Hank fell into the car, handed Aubrigette the keys, and launched into his spiel. “Now, Miss Monroe, I must warn you that we are sitting in a real gem. You obviously have a good eye, but I am concerned that it might be too much car for someone as delicate as yourself. This is a top-of-the-line, TurboJet 454 and it is not an auto—”
“I got it.” Aubrigette turned the key and the big V8 roared. She adjusted the side and center mirrors, pulled the column shifter forward and up, then backed the car so smoothly Hank let out a sigh. A pull of the shifter toward the wheel and down, and Aubrigette eased the nose around toward the road. “Can I take it down to the Point?”
“Sure,” he said. “Let’s do it.” He bit his lips to hide the smile. “I guess I was a little off about you maybe not being able to handle this car. Where did you learn to drive?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 01/05/2025

Okay, #CampRevPit, I'm not sure if we are to give away the secret in the #ScavengerHunt, but I'm not going to ... you'll have to read the novel once complete to get it:

A snippet of text that reads: Vera was overwhelmed. She emptied her glass and before the burn had faded from her throat she had refilled and emptied the glass once more. “Mr. Tippett, I thought you were my Nana’s attorney, and that Mr. Kessler was her banker.”
Tippett squeezed the slab that was the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I am your grandmother’s attorney . There are some parts of this tale that are not mine to tell, Miss Blake, but let me give you what I can.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 30/04/2025

Not sure if this fits precisely but after reading the description of the #DebtOfSilence, I thought I'd toss a snippet in the ring. It's a pre-existing piece from the WIP I've been working since the end of #RevPit2025.

Snippet of text that reads: Despite the neighbors’ initial reticence, since it was obvious the little cottage wasn’t Vera Monroe’s only place to live (meaning she must have been a woman of some means), they eventually warmed up to her. She maintained a polite distance but regularly baked bread, cakes, and cookies that she gifted to every home in the half-block radius of her bungalow. To their surprise, Ms. Monroe showed up during the community Thanksgiving celebration and had every stomach grumbling greedily at the scent of her dinner rolls and apple pies, which she donated without being asked (no one mentioned that she hadn’t been invited either, but since she didn’t stay to eat, there seemed no need to talk about it). She sealed her position as a near local that first Christmas when she slipped into town the week before to decorate the cottage windows with battery operated candles that appropriately vanished the night before St. Agnes’s Epiphany services. Always dignified, well-dressed, and considerate of her neighbors, no one held reservations against Vera Monroe. Even Lou, who often had stories about what they all thought of as the seamier side of the Point because of all he saw as the owner of the only cab in the area, had positive reports of her conduct and overall attitude.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 30/04/2025

No explosions (yet?), but there's a chance of "blowing up" that disguise ... #WIPSnips

A snippet from my WIP that includes the word "blow" that reads:
Lou opened the back door of the taxi and took their bags. “Sure. Small town life is like that.”
Aubrigette blinked to clear her eyes as Lou drove away from the bungalow. Vera felt her longing for the day she could spend more time on Cape May Point than she did in Manhattan. She cranked the window down a couple of inches to fill her nostrils with the smell of salty air and her ears with the cries of gulls and kestrels, thankful that Albert was distracted by Lou’s small talk, turning her head so Uncle Ames wouldn’t see the tears she tried to hide.
She smiled as he paid Lou in cash and exchanged a last few pleasantries before the man drove away. As he followed Aubrigette on her circuitous route to the parking lot, he asked, “How about I drive?” A distracted nod was her only answer. “What’s the best route back to the turnpike that won’t blow your cover?”

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 28/04/2025

It's helpful on those tough days that the automated building staff know when to keep their mechanical traps shut ... from my current A/SF/R #WIP for #WIPSnips:

A snippet from my WIP, with the word "talk" highlighted for today's prompt that reads:

The door slid closed. “Good morning, Ms. Blake.” The emotionless voice never added a first name, but Vera assumed it would always recognize the female from penthouse B as Myra Blake. Her Nana and Pap had moved into the grand apartment on the Upper East Side in 2077, around the time of Vera Senior’s fifth birthday. The brick and marble building had certainly stood the test of time, according to the nearly smooth carving on the cornerstone by the front door, where “1901” could still be made out. The six-story edifice was home to three owners and held to the traditions of Manhattan’s exclusive neighborhoods, maintaining round-the-clock workers on the entrance and in the single elevator. This morning there was no live concierge worker or doorman, meaning Vera didn’t need to make small talk with those who made the grand residence still feel like a quaint enclave for the wealthy from years gone by.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 25/04/2025

Love today's "challenge", #CRPWizardWasps! What does your protagonist think it is? -The ghost of her grandmother. What is it actually? -Her grandmother's interactive VR avatar, recorded before her death. How will its arrival change your character’s next decision? -She’s all in, sort of …

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 25/04/2025

Had to go with total ✨vibes ✨on this one; "wolf" for my #WIP refers to the back-in-the-day slang for "lover/Cassanova", so here we go! #WIPSnips

Snipped from my WIP that reads:

“I wish you’d stop asking,” Aubrigette insisted. “I can’t tell you.”
Casilda wasn’t easily swayed. “What, you don’t trust me?”
“That’s not it at all. Well,” Aubrigette sipped her beer. “Maybe it’s a little of that.”
Casilda made a face and smacked Aubrigette’s free hand. “Boy, your summer must have been something.” She took a deep pull from her cigarette and blew four perfect rings to the applause of the theatre volunteers at the next table. “If I had to guess, I’d wager that you either took a French lover or instead of going to Europe, you spent the whole time in the Orient or maybe a meditation retreat in the Australian outback.”
“I’d bet the French lover.”
The voice made Aubrigette’s stomach drop.
“What do you know, Daniel?” Casilda blew a stream of smoke over Aubrigette’s head, and she ducked to keep her hair from being engulfed. “You just met her yesterday.” She turned her attention to Aubrigette. “If you want, I can see if you can switch to my work group to get away from him.” She nodded toward Daniel.

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Tahira Heru | Andree Koehler @theru.agnubloom.com · 24/04/2025

This was a tough one! I have no magic, Corbin (Chris Tucker voice: IYKYK -- I know, not *exactly* the line, but I know you can hear it, can't you?), but I do have "prediction" (✨vibe-adjacent ✨ with "predict" as part of "prediction")!

A snippet from my WIP that reads: It was 1977, a new year, specifically, late March and despite Punxsutawney Phil’s prediction of a long winter, the weather slowly changed. The evenings were still cold and the days, bright with blue skies, were less chilly. It was on an unseasonably cool morning that Aubrigette saw a blurb about Daniel in the Reviews section of the New York Times. Aubrigette gripped the paper like she wanted to crumble it into a ball as she leaned close to the pages. It seemed Daniel had been busy in the few weeks after the last show closed and had secured a role as an understudy in an off-season production. His performance earned him a role during the City College upcoming theatre season. Aubrigette skimmed over the title of the performance, the names of the other actors, and began to read the details of Daniel’s responses to the reporter. Her breathing stopped as she read a quote: I am so excited, Daniel had stated. I told my friend this past summer that I’ve wanted to act for a while. The reporter asked what his friend had thought of the production and Daniel answered, she’s been away for a few months and didn’t get to see it.

There is a highlight on "predict" in the word "prediction".

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