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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡

@pamelajeong.bsky.social

Lifelong writer, aspiring author, mom of two. Bibliophile, cinephile, serial hobbyist. I'm talking graveyards of crochet needles & ukuleles.

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 19h ago

September 1st – garden #AnthropomorphicNovel, today! It’s been a difficult day. Ray’s boss shares his method for keeping some calm in his life. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Even if that is true, there will still be a need for people like you and me. Someone has to mediate between the two sides. Keep them from killing each other. That won’t change.”
“It wouldn’t upset me if it did.” I replied.
“Me neither, but that isn’t the world we live in, is it?”
“Someday, perhaps.”
“I wouldn’t count on it in your lifetime.” He shook his head.
We sat in silence for a moment before I turned to him. “You know, I never asked you: how do you cope?”
“What?”
“Earlier, you said I needed a healthier coping mechanism. So, what’s yours? How do you handle the burdens of command?”
He drained his drink and placed the empty glass on the crate before regarding me gravely. “I keep a garden.”
“Seriously?”
“Why not? It is very relaxing, and I like nurturing new life. Feels like it balances things out, in a way. I’ll have to invite you over to see it, sometime. My roses came in very nicely this year.”
“I’d like that.” I shook my head; you think you know a guy.
“Now,” he rose from the crate, “I think I am going to go pass out for a while. Good night, Rayna.”
“Night, boss.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 1st - garden
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🫜Tara S Geir🫜@tarasgeir.bsky.social · 19h ago

Halla and Karl escape onto the roof top gardens of the Dip; Karl is under the sky for the first time in his life. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Both of them left the shed quickly for the same unspoken reason. To see the gardens.

From a cramped building, they were suddenly surrounded by flowers and open sky. Thousands of rustling buds covered the roof, their colours dim in the darkness but there were still hints of mustardy yellows and warm greens.

"Look up there," Halla heard Karl breathe out in awe. "My parents said you could see stars at night but I've never seen 'em like this."

Whilst she'd been staring at the weeping tulips, their petals all waxy tears, Karl had been looking up at the sky. It wasn't as clear as rural Laith but there were constellations she'd almost forgotten shimmering down. To Karl it would be as if he'd been caught up in a dream and Halla slipped her arm around him. "I don't miss many things about Laith, but I missed the sky."

He didn't reply but there was an awkward noise coming from his throat. Choking gasps. And Halla was polite enough to ignore Karl's tears.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Alex Larkspur 💛📚🌻@applesncinnamon.bsky.social · 13h ago

#WIPSnips Sep 1 - garden Tough to choose from because “garden” is mentioned 328 times! I’m sure this will get cut down in editing. I decided to go with the opening paragraph of the story! 🏡🌼🥕🐇🦋🐦🐝

The cottage garden was doing perfectly well, thank you very much! The flowers still bloomed on time every spring. The root vegetables still fed the rabbits. The butterflies and birds still had their fill of nectar. Everything was fine. Chicory just needed a little nap was all. And he’d have that nap if the foolish wasps would stop buzzing in his ears.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Scarlet Mitchell ⚒️ The Gerzean Blade out NOW!😍@scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 12h ago

#WIPSnips Found this word at the start of one of my improv stories... Collection available FREE via Itch, Kobo, or email: scarletmitchellwrites.wordpress.com/the-scenic-r...

6/24/20

Someone was living in the attic. It wasn’t as much an attic as a crawl-space. Not even that, more of a space over the rafters that wasn’t visible from the floor. Well, mostly not visible, but you could sort of see through the floorboards, which weren’t even really floorboards because it wasn’t a floor or a ceiling, just kinda some shelving haphazardly resting on the crossbeams upon which he stowed supplies.
The cabin was small and cozy and held everything in it that Johann needed. He had a little stove for warmth, a little basin for washing, a lot of ammo and his rifle, a little garden out back to supplement his diet when the supplies from town and the fish from the lake didn’t satisfy.
And someone in the attic.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄@sayaashrah.bsky.social · 12h ago

#WIPSnips 1. "Garden" Lots of "garden" thanks to Mileena and Kitana, but I chose a different POV and a more... gloomy setting. CW for PTSD, grief, and mention of genocide. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

But as those same years passed and Askaly’s awareness grew, she discovered a terrible fear rooted in her mother’s heart. Sometimes, she would wake up screaming and wheezing, and for days, she would not sleep again, not until she could no longer push her exhaustion away. During the month of Neʋoly, a beam of light would hang over her, and no matter how much she hid in the dark, it would not leave. Her normally confident mother would make herself small in posture and voice, wouldn’t speak when spoken to, would miss important appointments. Her face betrayed anguish; a pain that Askaly could find no medicine for.

It took her years to learn, through a bitter remark from Agaeilisa, that her husband and Nitara’s father had been killed during the Bloody Year.

After that, Askaly invited her mother to visit the Memorial Garden erected to honour all those who had fallen during that period, both to the plague and to the genocide. It took effort to convince her mother, but at last, she agreed. That first visit had been the hardest. Askaly knew that it had been a horrible time that still haunted nensii memory, both of those who had survived and those who inherited them, but it wasn’t openly spoken about, it wasn’t taught, and until that day, Askaly had had no idea of the harrowing scale.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Gabe 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 | Eden Hollow Oct 9th!@theeldervampire.bsky.social · 12h ago

#WIPSnips | Garden #⚔️🌿🌼 from my modern AU Avery regrets trying to choose faith over his boyfriend, Tristan, but he has one last chance to try and get what he really wants. cw religious trauma (and context: it's pouring rain in this scene)

“Thank goodness.” He breathed a sigh of relief. Touching Avery’s cheek, he blinked a few times before getting up. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? You’ll be back home soon.”

*No.*

Avery couldn’t stand it. He was too late, and he *hated* that. More tears rolled down his cheeks, just as Tristan turned to leave him alone. This couldn’t be it. He didn’t *want* it to be over.

He hopped right out of the truck and grabbed hold of the back of Tristan’s shirt.

Startled, Tristan quickly turned. “Avery, what are you doing?”

“I want a garden.”

“What?” Baffled, he took Avery’s arms.

“I want a garden,” Avery repeated with a whimper. “I want to make things grow. I love flowers. I wouldn’t be allowed to have one back home.”

Tristan sighed, but his grip was soon gentle. “Avery…”

“I want to go on more car rides. I want music. *Your* music. I want to sit with you by the beach. I want to wear your jackets when it gets cold.” Avery choked on his next breath. “I don’t want to sleep alone anymore. I want to fall asleep without worrying about nightmares. I get so *scared,* Tristan, worrying about what not to do or who not to see. There are so many things I *can’t* do back home! I can’t stand it. I just want to be a good person.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Kavya Janani. U @kavyajanani.bsky.social · 11h ago

Our minds are better time machines, right? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #AmWriting #TimeTravel

Maya’s eyes welled up with tears. She sniffed a bit and looked around to see if anyone had seen them together or eavesdropped on their conversation. But the night was silent, the garden swallowing all their secrets. Only the crickets chirped. And Maya’s heart was weighed down with a thousand memories. This time, she would surely travel back in time to revisit them. But not using Vaqt.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Pixies a/k/a Map Nerd @mcburnellauthor.bsky.social · 8h ago

#WIPSnips 'garden' How about a weird and spooky one? from Symbols' End, The Tipping World vol 9

She hadn’t been surgical about it, and now everyone in the clearing had parted company with the ground. She felt a mind brush against hers – one of her allies asking: are we okay with this? – and sent back an affirmative. By then, [Spoiler] had remembered he could fly, which he did by means of believing he could, not thrusting himself against the air or riding on the wind. He halved the distance to the massive crowd around the one-time king before bouncing back with violence. He didn’t fall: she had caught him in a net that tangled about his limbs as he thrashed in it. He must have tried to cut himself free, but she chose to believe he wasn’t capable. This mesh was stronger than the finest steel, immune to a mage’s imagination.
Alia let herself settle back to the ground, gluing the people and pine needles and dead bodies to the soil where they belonged. She didn’t have her feet fully beneath her when the air turned to fire around her. This was old news by then, and she un-fire-balled her environment.
She took a step forward as if she meant to do something, but then she was looking at a wall. A gust of wind caught her, and she nodded placidly. She heard a pattering of water droplets, too irregular to be rain: it had been beaded on her petals, knocked off by the wind. The light had a pearlescent quality, sun hidden behind a screen of low clouds. Wind brushed her again and she swayed.
Her garden was a safe and peaceful place.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜@jimthevampire.bsky.social · 16h ago

Been a mo. Hope everyone is well. I kinda have a garden, but not the expected type. It's actually a planetary system "nearby" if you're a photon and have 12 years to waste 😁 Rec being the Rec about stuff. #WIPSnips #SciFiWriters #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #sff #StatuesErode

“So some people have recovered then?”
“Not as of yet. Though it should be made clear that we have received no communication from Sol in over two months and facilities at Trappist One E, LHS One One Four Zero and Teegarden are very limited. It is quite possible the advanced medical facilities in Asia, run by Titanis Systems, have made significant advances.”
“Wait! No comms at all?”
“I am afraid not.”
“So who is sending updated orders?”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand the question.”

Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡@pamelajeong.bsky.social · 13h ago

Rare opportunity to post back-to-back, continuing snips! This bit comes right after the one I posted yesterday. Melody is trapped in conversation with a chatty stranger. 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying

“…and good lord, the flowers! I’ve never seen so many different kinds of lilies in my life, I swear. And the poppies! Never in my life have I seen poppies like these! Have you seen them? The color is just so delicate. I mean, I know ‘delicate’ describes constitution more than color, but you get my drift, don’t you? I mean, how many workers do you think they employ, just for the gardening, do you figure?” Daria squinted thoughtfully. “At least, what, a dozen, don’t you figure?”

Melody blinked at her—then realized that Daria had more than just stopped for breath and was actually awaiting her response. “At least,” she replied, smiling blandly and shuffling her feet.

She needed out. She no longer cared about devising an appropriate transition; it would simply have to be a hard cut instead of a fade. She could not carry on about the requisite workforce for the resort’s botanical upkeep any longer with this woman wearing a tank top that read SPIRITUAL GANGSTER, whose average words-per-minute had to rival even the most competent of court stenographers.

“Excuse me, I’m just gonna…” Melody lifted her glass to indicate she needed a top-off and began making her way back to the bar.

To her horror, Daria followed.

“I can’t imagine, I mean, I just can’t imagine all the work it takes. Have you been over to the big pool yet? Well, no wonder you can’t appreciate the topic fully, because my word. It is breathtaking. There’s a little garden island in the middle of the pool! It’s pristine, I tell you, just pristine. And on the end of the pool closest to the main building, they’ve got these trees—oh, gosh, what were they called again? I just asked one of the workers on my way over here, and now I’ve completely forgotten…”

That’s it, Melody decided. No matter what, she could not get a second drink. Even if she stayed she couldn’t get a second drink, because this conversation was surely going to kill her before she could.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h ago

Woah! It's September! I am so ready for some cooler weather in this hemisphere. The #WIPSnips word for September 1st is "garden" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 2d ago

August 31st – chip Nik is under no illusions about what she is. But it means something that T’orrin cared, just the same. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Exactly. My ego will not allow me to rest until I set that bad impression to rights.” Nik grinned.
“So, you are putting on a show for me, then?”
“Well, for you and for Rez.”
“You think he’ll be there?”
“Either him or an agent. He’d be stupid not to be watching. He wants to know what you are bargaining with, too.”
T’orrin considered that for a moment. “And your sure this is alright with you? Putting yourself on display like goods at a market? Trying to drive up the bidding? You don’t have to, you know.”
Nik’s smile softened a bit at that, a trace of sadness bleeding into her grin. “Thank you. You’re wrong, of course. But it does mean something that you said it, just the same.”
“I meant it. You are not just some bargaining chip.”
“Maybe not just, but I am a bargaining chip. We all are, in a way. It doesn’t bother me so much that that is what I am, as long as it isn’t all I am.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 31 - chip
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
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🫜Tara S Geir🫜@tarasgeir.bsky.social · 2d ago

Watching Cailo eat isn’t pleasant but at least he’s not been given the decent crockery. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WipSnips

Because there was decent smelling food, Cailo kept his mouth shut at the accusations that he was both a wildman and a friend to Alitzah. A trickle of drool started to make its way down the corner of his mouth as Dovera took out a heavy, cast iron pot and divided the food between three chipped bowls. Cailo’s hands trembled in anticipation as he took the bowl and couldn’t believe his luck. Floating in a thick gravy were lumps of meat and masses of cooked barley. Before Dovera could hand him a spoon, he plunged his face into the dish and devoured the meal.

For years all he’d eaten was cold leftovers and manky morsels. But to have two hot meals in one day, even if one had been meagre, was a luxury he’d never thought would be possible again. Never again would he complain about the quality of his meat. If he ever met Halla then one of the many things he’d apologise for would be complaining about the rank boiled chicken she’d once made.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Iosefka DV is in the query mines 🏳️‍⚧️@seffydv.bsky.social · yesterday

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity Maybe my favorite occurrence of the word so far: in Fire to Flowers, Tiferet has an interesting way of defusing her argument with her asshole coworker, Hadar.

She dances her fingers lackadaisically over the bottles of her private bar, while his hammering pulse and matching footsteps rush up behind her. “Even among your kind,” he snaps once more, “never have I been shown such flagrant and constant disrespect. You defile the divine name of Tiferet by claiming it as your own. You question my ability to combat the Nightmare in front of our superiors. You degrade my role in this court, and I will not endure further insult!”
With a gasp, she whirls around to face him, shock gleaming in her eyes, her left hand over her heart. “Oh — oh, no, dear Hadar! What an awful misunderstanding. I apologize, I truly haven’t tried to insult you!”
Surprise and confusion flicker across Hadar’s face. Clearly he was not expecting any sort of capitulation — at least not so quickly.
“No,” Tiferet croons, leaning toward the ma’ohr with a soothing smile, “if I wanted to insult you, I’d call you, perhaps, a desultory shitstain more concerned with a chip to his own fragile ego than true, selfless service to Tron Daurat, who couldn’t identify an alukah if it pulled down his pants and bit his balls off. But I’d never say that!”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Moonlit Trickster | D. C. Sheldon @moonlittrickster.bsky.social · yesterday

Kip faces a trial of endurance, skill and fear... Pretty sure I would have died... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · yesterday

Chip → Sheet | A bit longer today, but I couldn't cut the ol brewmother's wisdom short. What do y'all think? She cooking or did she miss the mark? #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

With a pause, his Nannan reached for some of her herbs. Placing a root, some blue-green leaves, and two sheets of bark down on the table. Vashad recognized them as spurn roots, blood petals, and rat wood bark, but could not remember their properties off hand. By the names, he wasn’t confident that any could have been good.

“Each of the items before you will bring harm if you consume them. Grind them, drink them, chew them, and they will hurt you. Much like your predicament, there is no safe route between them.”

“Well, I’m certain that isn’t true. Sure, you could make a poison if you chose to, but you’re no killer Nannan. There must be medicinal uses for them.”

“No. They are all poison. If I offered any one of them to you... we can say that you would not enjoy the outcome.” Alura calmly plucked them from the table and appeared to tuck them away again. Suddenly she stopped short and brought them back, “However... what do you think would happen if I fixed them together?”

“Ah...” Vashad began with a chuckle, “So there are medicinal uses for them.”

“Pay attention boy and you will learn something. Now, what would happen if I were to fix them together?”

“They would make a medicine,” Vashad quickly replied, a bit of his frustration collected in his voice. “Is that not what I have been saying?”

“Why would they make a medicine, Vas?”

“Because you’re mixing them – is there a point you are trying to make?”

“Abyss beyond, Vas! They make medicine because we adapt!” Alura slapped her hand down onto the table as if to wake him up. “We take that which may poison us and tame it – turn it into a cure. The only boon you will ever need is within you. Your hands, like that of your ancestors and those ancestors before them, have been blessed with the power to change. Survive, overcome, that is your only task.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Margery Bayne is querying @margerybayne.bsky.social · yesterday

From The Softness of Teeth: "Your assistance isn’t needed,” she replied, each word a chip of stone. Her stare was as solid and as brown as untilled soil. #WIPSnips #AmWriting

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽@sagecollins.bsky.social · 2d ago

All chip snips belong to Bug. He's *always* snacking, especially on chips. He's also always confused about who he's talking to. Evie's playing "Ace" at the moment #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Super/Human🦸‍♀️👬

Black text, green background, "chip" x2 highlighted pink

Did Ace make an actual friend? Not someone who he controls or who he drugged into loving him or who is sort of his dad or who is obsessively in love with him. Just a friend.

I'm trying to imagine Ace doing "guy talk" and failing miserably. Hey, Bug, how 'bout them Cowboys? Yeah, sports aren't Ace's forte. Hey, Ace, how 'bout that Tommy Hilfiger? I'm guessing that's not Bug's. So what do they have in common?

"You're very quiet," Bug says. "Not still upset about my powers, are you?"

"We're going to reverse that," I say, almost immediately. When I took off my coat, I found the vials of blood Ace stole from the lab, and I know exactly what to do with them.

"I know you will. You got the smarts." He looks down at the table and fiddles with the potato CHIP he has in his hands. "You know..." His voice drops to a near-whisper. "I thought you mighta been really selling me out. Maybe you were Evie again, maybe you just were..." He breaks the CHIP in half and puts both halves down. "Thought, for a while, you'd really let me be captured and have my powers taken away forever. And then I saw you outside my cell, and I knew you came for me."

Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡@pamelajeong.bsky.social · 2d ago

Melody goes to a thing and battles the feeling of not wanting to be at the thing. (Introverts know.) 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying

The lounge was what one would expect at a resort with beachside villas and concierges—plush, airy, and candlelit. Melody promptly ordered herself a margarita with top-shelf tequila before scanning the room.

Sitters swirling cocktail straws, pretending to read liquor bottle labels. Standers chatting with animated hands. Roamers observing the decorated walls and sneaking glances at the comers and goers.

Her own time as an uncommitted comer was dwindling, and having to choose a station, she opted to be a leaner, pressing her forearms against the bar. Comfortable enough to stay, but also ready to shift to a more mobile role if need be.

One drink. One drink, and then she could go, and guiltlessly report back to Bonnie that she had been an A+ participant.

/You’re at a gorgeous resort and you can’t even pay the same respect you would at a cheap comedy club?/ Melody imagined Bonnie saying. /Two drink minimum! At least!/

Fine, then. She would try to stay for two, though in her heart she knew this was likely a lie. But the margarita made her crave the chips and salsa she’d noticed at the refreshment table, and she soon wandered over to help herself to some.

Twenty minutes later, she was wearing a name tag that read /Melody/ and listening to Daria of the poolside villas on what had to be the equivalent of the fifth paragraph of her oral dissertation on the resort’s landscaping. Melody had spent the last seven minutes in an increasingly desperate search for a good segue to return to the bar and freshen her drink.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 2d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 31st is "chip" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄@sayaashrah.bsky.social · 5d ago

#WIPSnips 28. “Snuggle” From The Sky Belongs To Us, the fluffiest #Ashtara short story yet :3 (which you can read in full here: archiveofourown.org/works/85766641) #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #CaptainNitara #Ashtara #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

This was the most varied picnic she had ever prepared for them. Learning what Nitara’s organism could and could not tolerate and experimenting with recipes and ingredients had been a long and not always delectable journey, but one that repaid her now that she watched her wife enjoying this regale, supplied with dishes and combinations she had never tasted before, without worrying that she might eat something that would cause her harm.

“We really should do this more often. Not only this, but all of it. All these small and wonderful things that bring us together.”

“Indeed.” Ashrah snuggled up to her wife, a presence that had come to represent a source of comfort and fortitude and joy she had once believed herself incapable of attaining.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 5d ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 28th is "snuggle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 28 - snuggle
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡@pamelajeong.bsky.social · 5d ago

I want to play 🤓 for Kindler: Danbi: determined, thoughtful, guarded 🚫 inconsiderate Chloe: daring, loving, unfocused 🚫 disloyal Mundy: intelligent, sensitive, insecure 🚫 careless Cyrus: insightful, passionate, single-minded 🚫 passive Hart: responsible, warm, impressionable 🚫 temperamental

🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 5d ago

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters Let's have a character vibes day! What would be the top three adjectives you'd use to describe your character? The three that fit them best? And what is one you'd basically never use? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖍 🫜@nushdeco.bsky.social · 5d ago

Comm for @thebrambler13.bsky.social !!

Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 5d ago

I need to apologize for my absence. I've been in the lab and so has my friend @hexxye.bsky.social Right not only have I gotten all my current WIPs to 10k+ words each, but the homie again has more art of our Lukshen broda Tok~

Art by @hexxye.bsky.social showcasing Tok the male main character of my fantasy series.

The design is of his initial appearance at the beginning of his story. His hair is styled into thick locs and his ears are large, pointed and have elongated lobes. He is shirtless, revealing a tone but lightly hairy upper body. Around his legs are baggy patchwork pants. A rope belt and loincloth along with a dagger sheathe are attached to the pants as well. There are thong sandals on his feet and he is holding a spear.

Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡@pamelajeong.bsky.social · 5d ago

I recently read two wonderful books by authors in our community and wanted to share a bit. I’m not a good reviewer, so this is more of a shoutout to say 🗣️WOOO I’M A FAN🗣️ than anything else! 📚: BLUDEYE BEACH by @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social WINGS IN THE VALLEY by @audconnelly.bsky.social So... 🧵

🫜Prof Emily🫜@professoremily.bsky.social · 6d ago

#SumLuv From #GodsOfAtalantis Book 2 😊❤️

And he wanted—he wanted so badly—to finally tell her that he didn’t actually care about fate or free will or any of that, and honestly he never had. None of it mattered. What mattered was that the two of them were each other’s match, each the answer to the lonely call of the other’s heart, and that was simply a fact. And maybe “fate” was neither some lovely empty word, nor some vague tyrannical force to be defied, but rather just a natural truth: stars belonged in the sky, fish belonged in the sea, and Kena belonged with Mireia.

📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚@ellieyellu.bsky.social · 7d ago

Sorry for the late post, #SumLuv 🧡 Later night than expected at work 🚑 But hit me with your most romantic line from your work. Out of context. Just go! 🧡🧡🧡

Share with us one line of your most romantic writing

Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 6d ago

#WholesomeWednesday We're resetting the vibes. Share a wholesome story, some good news, some motivation, and/or a pet photo (please add alt text). #Hopecore #Prompt #GoodVibes #Positivity #Wholesome #BeKind

Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡@pamelajeong.bsky.social · 7d ago

Hello there, #writingcommunity and #poetry lovers 💙📚 This #poetrybrew reminds us: it’s never too late, and, yes, it’s worth it. “but why / start anything / so close to the end?” … “are you saying I can / flourish, having / no hope / of enduring?“ 🌱 “Vespers (End of August)” by Louise Glück

Vespers (End of August)

End of August. Heat
like a tent over
John’s garden. And some things
have the nerve to be getting started,
clusters of tomatoes, stands
of late lilies—optimism
of the great stalks—imperial
gold and silver: but why
start anything
so close to the end?
Tomatoes that will never ripen, lilies
winter will kill, that won’t
come back in spring. Or
are you thinking
I spend too much time
looking ahead, like
an old woman wearing
sweaters in summer;
are you saying I can
flourish, having
no hope
of enduring? Blaze of the red cheek, glory
of the open throat, white,
spotted with crimson.

—Louise Glück

𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖍 🫜@nushdeco.bsky.social · last wk.

Comm wip for @thebrambler13.bsky.social !!!

Person with bramble hair and a crwth instrument

Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle)@kiraofthewind.com · last wk.

Dolly Parton would have wanted you to read a book. Go make her proud today. Go read a book Consider donating to imagination library: imaginationlibrary.com www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTiu...

@DollyParton 's Imagination Library

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · last wk.

August 25th – panic Fox does not practice magic as often as she should. Av’ry is right, but she’ll still get him back for this. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Panting from the exertion, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her sleeve.
“You are out of shape, Fox,” Av’ry observed.
“Tell me about it,” she replied.
“You and I are going to have a talk about that, later. In the meantime, it looks like the path is finally clear. Ready to cross?”
“Just give me a minute.” She raised a finger and leaned back against the wall.
Task done, she attempted to lock her power down again, sealing it away in the deep part of herself where even sensitives couldn’t detect it. But, for just a brief, terrifying moment, Fox found that she couldn’t.
It seemed that the more she used it, the harder it was to force it back into the background. And that scared her more than anything. Fox tried to slow her racing heart. Panicking would only make matters worse. After a long moment, she finally brought it back under control, snapping her mental locks into place as she did.
Shaken, but satisfied for the moment, Fox pushed herself off the stone and stepped up to the ridge. “Let’s do this.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · last wk.

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

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 25 - panic
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
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Amanda Turek💎Writing Rushak @acturek.bsky.social · last wk.

#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 · last wk.

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