Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path

@drkimiww.bsky.social

Poet, professor, scholar of Indigenous rhetorics & literatures, actress, producer, consultant, crocheter, seamstress, beader, Mom, Kaku/Nana, Wonder Woman, Rance’s nukwupu. Warning—this is where I almost strictly poet away my time. “I” is not always “me.”

Drills were important. Drills kept people alive when battle raged and people soon came to realise the armoured shell of the Charon might as well be #tissue when the ordnance began to fly. Everyone needed to be at the top of their game, all the time. Even more so for Dylan, especially. #vss365

#vss365 She was happy to play a mailbox or a wanted #poster, but now she wanted to be seen. She jumped in front of him, delighting in his fear. She was clear almost like glass, but lit like a candle from within. She advanced on him, her gray eyes sparkling with desire and mischief.

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #symbol Another Cerel snip. Jer’s just explained that Cerel need not worry about him. It doesn’t matter where he’ll be; he’ll die when it’s God’s time for him. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

"Oh, spare me! Was it 'Fimb's time"? Is that what you mean? To be crossbolted to death by an evil intruder? Was it?"

Jer frowned. "Maybe it was. Maybe if the intruder hadn't done it, a lion would have. Maybe he'd have miscast and been killed by a boar. Maybe he'd have been piping and walking and stepped off the Drop."

"Oh, to bare branches." It was like talking to a ... well, it was like talking to Jer. Cerel knew better. He took a breath, looked down at his carving. The Unicorn of Iryla. A symbol of faith. The very blessing he was trying to help Rush with, and here he was berating Jer for his devotion. But it just couldn't be that simple. One morning on a hunt with Bráthal
spewing his venom, and Jer would know it. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Arguing would be pointless and squander what little time they had left together.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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The #WIPSnips word for August 26th is "symbol" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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August 26 - symbol
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Rory stopped at the local Watch office to check the dailies, the #poster on the board changing every day. He hadn’t done a straight bounty hunt in some time, so he took the quest. This hint, however, wasn’t quite as straight forward as he thought. There’d be some travelling involved. #vss365

Dylan knew he wasn’t a golden boy for the Alliance, but, apparently, he was good enough to be a #poster boy. Literal posters the brass encouraged him to pose for. They considered him a success story. Villain to hero. But Dylan knew he was nothing of the sort. Only a slob doing his part. #vss365

ALL MOUTH AND VIOLINS You’re all mouth and violins, Out of key and violent, Screeching over reason. Catch yourself a moment, Empathy and wisdom, No one wants your trauma. Stick it on a #poster, Slap it on the high-street, Save yourself a lifetime (And me my other ear-drum). #vss365

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#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #panic Cerel and Drisal get directions from a local, who is surprised by the directions they’ve asked for. It’ll be fine. POV & 1st speaker Cerel - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his free
hand. "I suppose." He straightened and waved his finger at Olaun. "If we release you, you've not seen us, and you know nothing of any Sheltri in Two Cities, imprisoned or otherwise. All right?"

"I never saw you. But if the noose settles
about your skinny necks, it's no fault of mine.
Understand?"

Drisal inclined his head. "Riverblessed."

"What?" Olaun looked confused.

Cerel spread his hands, enunciating with
exaggerated care. "Fine." He stepped back, rolling his eyes. Drisal loosed Olaun-and handed him back his belt, Cerel noted with a flicker of irritation. Olaun trotted silently away and disappeared into the tunnel. The way he moved, in the low-slung manner of a
starved wolf, made Cerel's hackles rise. He fought down his PANICky feeling—even if warranted, it was unhelpful—and began towing Drisal in the direction the wolf had said to go.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 4d ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 25th is "panic" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPromtps

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 25 - panic
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There were some players who would #sponge off the well-earned plunder of other, more active players. Asking for any items the other players didn’t need and either selling them or breaking them down for materials. Rory supposed it was one way to make easy money, but he didn’t see the point. #vss365

Dylan liked to care for Magpie himself. To maintain her, clean her. He often could be found in the hangar bay with a #sponge in hand, using recycled water to clean his bird to a gleaming perfection. He was just about the only captain allowed to keep his own ship, but he had earned it. #vss365

#vss365 The cars were squeezed together so tightly, some had an attack of claustrophobia, coughing and wheezing. The jockeys astride the three-eyed puddle jumpers were stealing anything not nailed down, hubcaps, fuzzy #dice. One even managed to squirrel away a box of amber dragon puppies.