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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.”

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PJC Cahill @pjccahill.bsky.social · 3h ago

#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter - Context: Part of Kiseki's introduction. Kiseki is a cursed. Masuyo can SEE curses, but has no ability to affect them. The 'carrier' is that little front-holder style like a reverse backpack. Masuyo has NO IDEA baby-Kyoka can do magic yet. Buy: pjccahill.carrd.co

"Thank you so much, Kiseki. It's fine. Here," Masuyo began simply, and moved closer, lightly hugging her arms around Kyoka in the carrier.
Kiseki nearly yelped, easing back a step. "N-no, please! I make babies very upset. I don't want to scare her!"
Masuyo did pause, but kept her smile. "Babies cry, Kiseki. It's okay. You wanted to see her, didn't you?"
Kiseki was caught, and Masuyo could see the darkness writhing tighter down her shoulders and spine. Her fear was feeding it, and the wretched thing was probably giving her terrible thoughts of awful outcomes.
Even so, the horror was an old friend of Kiseki's at this point in her life. A little glimmer of warmth gave her that spark of hope. Her trembling hand reached out. "C-could I just pet her hair? It looks so smooth and soft."
Masuyo nodded, and came close enough for the reach to be comfortable, angling her body so Kyoka could see Kiseki easily as well. She was deeply relieved that Kyoka, indeed, had no great fear of the darkness around Kiseki. Instead, she focused straight into Kiseki's eyes with that almost alien patience and intent.
Kiseki was paused by the gentle stare, but not out of shyness. It was the first time a baby hadn't burst into tears at the sight of her. Her eyes watered, and she tenderly brushed her fingers over Kyoka's hair.
"Oh," Kiseki gasped softly, tears dripping down her cheeks. "She's so soft and warm... Your daughter is beautiful, Masuyo."
Masuyo glowed happily. "She really is. Thank you, Kiseki."

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 10h ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 5th is “carrier” (Sorry y’all The scheduled post failed.) #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Chris Andrews @chrisandprose.bsky.social · 5h ago

Should it Have started With an introduction Not the Chaos And the peak disruption Sorry, A canvas, Is desperate For a splat Just ask Hatters Chaos is creation, Before the brush And the gentle detail In comfort and pats #vss365 #chaos

TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · 5h ago

#BookQW from The Bone Flower Throne, book 1 of The Bone Flower Trilogy. Having lost both her parents, young Quetzalpetlatl finds herself in the custody of the High Priestess of Quetzalcoatl in Xochicalco. #BookSky #romantasy #epicfantasy #mythology #KU Amazon: a.co/d/00hAZ4UD

The cover of the novel The Bone Flower Throne, Book 1 of The Bone Flower Trilogy by T. L. Morganfield against a dark red background. Book Quote Wednesday: "Pass ". Excerpt:

Once the fire glowed in the hearth, the room came into focus: a loom stood near the rear window, and jars and baskets lined the shelves above the hearth. A metlatl maize grinding stone sat near the door, next to a basket of shucked maize. Unlike the walls of my father’s palace, these were simple, unpainted plaster. If not for the sturdy stone construction, I would’ve thought it was a peasant’s house.

Nimilitzli came in, now wearing a clean robe. “Inform the king of what’s happened, and tell him I’ll bring the children to the palace at daybreak,” she said, taking Little Reed from the priestess. Once the others left, she sat on the mat next to me. “Do you wish to hold your brother again?”

I said nothing, just lay staring at the fire, wishing Lord Death had taken me as well. Nimilitzli tried to stroke my hair but I flinched away and tucked my head under my arms. From this woman who let Mother die, any touch was vile and unwelcome.

“You think you can’t feel anything but pain ever again, but that too will pass, little one,” she said with a maddeningly understanding voice. “Have faith in the Feathered Serpent to heal your heart’s wounds. Your brother needs you.”

“I don’t want him,” I muttered. “This is his fault.”

“He’s hardly had enough time to have done such evil.”

“He killed Mother.” I squeezed my eyes shut against the suffocating pain in my chest.

“Don’t blame him for another’s fate. Many mothers give their lives capturing a baby from the gods. It’s an unparalleled honor to die trying, especially for your mother; she sacrificed herself bringing forth the son of the god. I assure you she bore no regret for having answered Quetzalcoatl’s call.”

Bottom text: #romantasy #epicfantasy #mythology - Available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 10h ago

From: ‘Omnibus or Bust’ Prompt: ‘Carrier’ #WiPSnips

The carpenter’s apprentice showed an equal amount of brute force against the hearse, too, as, like the carpenter, he moved his cigarette by some magical ability from one side of his mouth to the other, considered, very carefully, his next move, then stuck a claw hammer under the frame of the window and levered it down, the frame cracking, splintering, and Sepesh feeling as though, for the first time in a few hundred years, he was going to start crying like a baby.

It was the first time in some time that Sepesh had set foot outdoors during daylight and it wasn’t the auspicious of occasions. He had needed to supervise this. Watch it. Mourn the passing of his beautiful hearse. He had named it. He didn’t use the name often, but it had a name. ‘Soul Carrier’. Alright, it wasn’t exactly a catchy name, and would probably have worked better on, say, a sword(1), but it had a name and these … these … people were butchering his baby. The window the apprentice was dealing with smashed onto the cobbles and Sepesh fell to his knees, adjusting the hood of his cloak because he hadn’t yet managed to find an apothecary to furnish him with a cream to block the sunlight.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 10h ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 5th is “carrier” (Sorry y’all The scheduled post failed.) #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 7h ago

In the attendant #chaos of the fracas with the world boss, several characters died, winked out of existence and soon came scurrying back, but Rory was smarter than that. He used Esme’s skills from a distance, providing aid and succour to those afflicted with stupidity to get too close. #vss365

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 7h ago

Lucky it was only a drill, but there were times like this and this was why they needed drills. Dylan had ordered several, at random moments, but, for some reason, this one descended into #chaos. And that was the point. Find the problems and fix them before they became real problems. #vss365

Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path @drkimiww.bsky.social · 6h ago

#vss365 #WIPSnips

mirrored hallway that opened into a large room with sofas & tables. The woman took pastries from a #box & placed them on a large platter next to a bowl of #fruit.
#vss365 #WIPSnip

Pt562
“In there.” The man nodded at a door. Ang walked over & knocked on it. The old lady from yesterday opened what appeared to be not so much a room as it was a #carrier of barely controlled pink #chaos—velvet draperies over fake windows, rack after rack of clothing, endless bottles & containers of creams, powders, rouges, lipsticks, eye shadows, perfumes, & things Ang couldn’t identify. Rose was standing on a chair with another woman sewing up the hem of her dress. “Ang!” Rose exclaimed, hopping down & embracing her in a hug.
#vss365 #WIPSnips

Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path @drkimiww.bsky.social · 6h ago

Today’s #sealychallenge. I’m reading @stitchingfiend.bsky.social’s Fugitives of Fate: “Cuauhtemoc was out of breath by the time he reached the Cihuacoatl's palace. Gods please don't let me be too late!”

isabella mori @moritherapy.bsky.social · 18h ago

Today's #sealeychallenge: @drkimiww.bsky.social's Texas ... to get Horses I was born at the time when muscadine grapes and wild plums reach their fullest ripeness in Texas, when redbirds dart across dirt roads, grasshoppers leap suddenly from brown grass, and stars dance patterns in night sky.

Raven @ravenbranhard.bsky.social · yesterday

the moon trades wonder for sleep #7SyllableSentence #wonder #acryliconcanvas #abstractart 🎨 mine

Amanda Turek💎Writing Rushak @acturek.bsky.social · 2d ago

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #box The Marinell trees are housing extra people. Cerel’s rearranging Rushak’s room. He’s about to be caught in the middle of something. POV Cerel - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

Lyndina had moved a trio of Keledrath youths
from the large room they occupied and placed them in Rush's, to make room for a larger family in the sector. With another bed placed between Rush's bed and
Drisal's, there was still room for the Keledraths and their clothing and shoes once the BOXes of scrolls had been lifted off the floor and stacked on the desk.
Cerel, having finished showing Thanilas around, was trying to wipe an ink smudge off his hand when Drisal burst in, demanding an explanation.

"We're solving a space problem for Lyn,"
Cerel said. "Since Rush isn't using his room."

"That's an assumption. It isn't true! He—“

Cerel grimaced. "Stop blustering. Not in front
of Than." Thanilas smiled shyly, lifting a hand, and Cerel shoved Drisal out the door. "Now what's wrong?

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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

The #WIPSnips word for August 4th is "box" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 4 - box
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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 2d ago

From: ‘Omnibus or Bust’ Prompt: ‘Box’ #WiPSnips

She had felt so certain about the idea, too. Certain that the people who trudged to and from work everyday, taking their lives, and their coins, in their hands to pass through the Stumbles, would have jumped at the chance to bypass the whole violent rigmarole in somewhat near to comfort on her omnibus. People simply weren’t even willing to give it a try and she couldn’t understand it.

As she thought about it, she extracted more pins from the box on her desk and stuck one at each of the twenty stops around the Stumbles. Then she took a ball of bright blue string and wound it around each of the pins, encircling the district. That was the route. It was a good route. Lots of pubs along the way, housing to one side, the businesses that employed those people in that housing to the other. It was logical.

That man after Gleeman, Mr Grouseworth, had provided them with one positive thing, though. She had been undercharging the service, not that anyone would have noticed because no-one used it. But a Quarter Bit for the whole journey was far too low. Now, a Quarter Bit for up to five stops, or parts thereof? That was fair. That was profitable. More profitable. The only fly in that eyeball being that you can’t make profit without custom.

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

The #WIPSnips word for August 4th is "box" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · yesterday

Rory checked his inventory for the #fruit of the pickings he had garnered from the utterly defeated, but soon to respawn, cavern boss and he was sorely disappointed. Nothing of great value. No decent amount of coin, and the experience given was pitiful. He’d wasted a good ten minutes on it. #vss365

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · yesterday

Biting into the apple, Dylan paused, holding it up before him. Another colony had recently had its supply shipment obliterated and yet here he sat, enjoying #fruit. It felt obscene, but, like the sailors back on the Earth-That-Was, nutrition was paramount. He just felt like a hypocrite. #vss365

Peter James Martin @authorpjm.bsky.social · 2d ago

Wind #tends to the plants Gentle breeze blowing all leaves Swaying to nature #vss365 #haiku #poetry

Woodley Dowar @wdowar.bsky.social · yesterday

Space captaining was a high #risk business. Some #emerge as galactic treasures, others... not so much. Like that one ordering the bellum tree #fruit on Gopax 9 boiled and made into pies. Only later to discover, after serving them to the crew, that they were the planet's young. #vss365 #2wordprompt

Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path @drkimiww.bsky.social · yesterday

Pt561 The man knocked gently on a door. A demure woman in a black dress with a white apron opened it. They walked down a mirrored hallway that opened into a large room with sofas & tables. The woman took pastries from a #box & placed them on a large platter next to a bowl of #fruit #vss365 #WIPSnip

🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊@arachnereid.bsky.social · 2d ago

#WIPsnips: "thrill"

Occasionally, one could locate an intact storage unit or warehouse with gear and tools, but very rarely did anything edible remain. Even a century ago, survivors all had to grow, hunt, and gather fresh food to survive.
The Marauders did so themselves. They just liked to supplement with the spoils of others' labors. And the thrill of the pillage.

Woodley Dowar @wdowar.bsky.social · 2d ago

The asteroid field contained an alien #catacomb. It is not advisable to step #outdoors when there. Electric equipment #tends to #buzz mysteriously. Better to give those cold dark caves a miss or risk adding your soul to the ceaseless cosmic song drifting in their wake. #vss365 #2wordprompt #vssmagic

Mark Paleologopoulos @markpaleo.bsky.social · 2d ago

She gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. Damn, she's preternaturally cute. The flush I’m feeling right now is totally different from the threatening charge of anxiety. It’s a thrill I want to experience every morning & every night for the rest of my life. Jesus, I’m sappier than a pine tree. #WIPSnips

Amanda Turek💎Writing Rushak @acturek.bsky.social · 3d ago

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #thrill Rushak is protective of his cousin. I don’t know how to fight scenes, so it’s fair I write them for characters that have no idea how to fight. Right? 😅 - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

carry, but there was a limb of leafy branches torn from a felled tree. He grabbed that and whirled about to see Mistle beset by another Cedhrun, larger and stronger. Not be useless, not be useless—He dashed
toward her screaming, the limb with its branches extended in front of him. The mass took the Cedhrun in the face and its axe scythed down between him and Mistle, missing them both. As it staggered backward, Mistle swept its legs out from under it with her spear shaft. Rushak grabbed the axe and hurled it back
through the trees. Their eyes met. Mistle's face was scratched, her arm bleeding, but she was flushed with exhilaration. She was also endangered by fatigue.

No such THRILL inflamed Rushak's blood; his
pulse thundered, wild with fear. He glanced at their toppled foe, which was still struggling with the branches in its face. Then he glared at her. "Come on!" he said through his teeth, tilting his head toward the looming Forest trees. "You are very talented, but we can help better from up there."

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 3d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 3rd is "thrill" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 2 - thrill
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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 3d ago

From: ‘Omnibus or Bust’ Prompt: ‘Thrill’ #WiPSnips

“Beaufountain!” Mindy’s old nemesis waved the riding crop at Sepesh. “Tell it to stop. Sit! Down, boy! Stay!”

“It’s alright, Avery. Look, it’s not a haulage carriage.” Mindy caught Avery, reassuringly, by the shoulders, leading her away from the newly frightening Sepesh. “It’s an omnibus. See? It’s not breaking any contract. I’m not starting a competing business at all. It’s a completely new business.”

“A new business?” It seemed clear that Avery had been caught completely by surprise, which shouldn’t give Mindy a thrill of satisfaction, but certainly did so. “What kind of business?”

“It’s like …” Mindy thought how best to describe it, tapping her lips with a finger. “… it’s like a cab, but for multiple passengers. The lower class of passengers for whom cabs are far too expensive. But, instead of taking people anywhere, it follows a route, picking up and dropping people off where needed. Understand? It’s not in competition with your business.”

“Like a cab?” Avery’s eyes narrowed. “I see.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 3d ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for August 3rd is "thrill" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 2d ago

Rory moved warily through the extensive gardens, avoiding the people that stopped to #tend to the flowers, probably the weeds, too. They didn’t act like enemies, but he knew some NPC’s could turn in an instant if you did the wrong thing. Like step on a geranium, or something like that. #vss365

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 2d ago

Dealing with generals and admirals and the like was like dealing with children. Let them act up and do a lot of shouting and they seemed happy enough, for largely miserable people, but the did #tend to take offence at people disagreeing with them. Dylan disagreed a lot. Probably too much. #vss365

Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path @drkimiww.bsky.social · 2d ago

Pt 560 The doors slid shut as quickly as they had opened. Ang felt a nervous #thrill run through her stomach & spine as the floor suddenly jumped & the room moved, sinking downward. The doors opened again to an armed guard #tending the corridor presumably to Moira’s quarters. #vss365 #WIPSnip

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 4d ago

From: ‘Omnibus or Bust’ Prompt: ‘Thorn’ #WiPSnips

“You there! That man! Pull!” The worried looking man gave her a fearful grimace as he tugged at something desperately.

“It’s stuck, m’lady.” He adjusted his flat cap, spat on his hands, rubbed them together and gripped the rope again, gritting his teeth as he hauled. “Won’t be a moment, m’lady.”

She could hear his frightfully disgusting grunting from here and she knew, just knew, that Simpy Suckerton, her life-long best friend, dining companion, erstwhile third wheel at practically every party and constant thorn in her side, would be finding all this really quite amusing. Avery didn’t look, but she could imagine the smug look on her best friend’s face, and if there was anything Avery disliked(1), it was people other than herself looking smug about anything.

The crossbow twanged, a great many feathers and wings fluttered in alarm within the trees and Bothers, her head beater, gripped his impaled buttocks and howled so loud it would about disturb the neighbours, so Avery began the process of re-cocking her crossbow as Simpy clapped in delight.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 4d ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 2nd is "thorn" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 2 - thorn
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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 3d ago

Rory caught the sorcerer in the middle of his #creation of more of his strange, twisted monster army. This was a critical moment. A moment of clarity. Of purpose and will. Spoiled completely by the insertion of a cut-scene that showed the sorcerer monologuing to himself in his madness. #vss365

Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 3d ago

At the observation port at the very tip of the Charon, Dylan drank whisky from the low-G bag, sucking the drink out as he looked out upon the majesty of #creation. It just wasn’t the same as drinking from a glass, but the Charon was in mid-manoeuvre, so it had minimal gravity right now. #vss365

Jasin Fayble @jasinfayble.bsky.social · 3d ago

Sinking and burning, I cannot breathe. Lost, frightened, and alone as my mind recoils from that, that distant light. Too far to touch, too cold to take home. My dark disaster, I can taste it, so much fresh ash. The heart becomes crystal in my creation. I'm become pain and a lie. #2WordPrompt #vss365

Dr. Kimi W.W. is writing Motherland Rising: The Spiral Path @drkimiww.bsky.social · 3d ago

Pt559 Ang froze. “What the hell is that?” she asked. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going in there!” The man frowned, shook his head, & grabbed her arm. “Women,” he said, “a thorn in the side of man since the dawn of #creation.” “I thought it was a rib!” Ang said as he drug her in #vss365 #WIPSnip