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Kayleigh 🫜

@kaydwrites.bsky.social

Mother, educator, bibliophile. Aspiring author who should probably be grading. I collect (far too many?) antique books. 📚♥️ New profile! Same me. PFP: @nushdeco.bsky.social

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Sampire Vimes 🫜🎃@reaper-man.bsky.social · yesterday

I fancy myself a chef, though I possess neither the skills to cook nor any desire to acquire them. Instead, I visit a restaurant, tell the chef how I'd like my food prepared, send it back until it's right, photograph the results, then inform everyone that 𝘐 cooked it. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️ This post is about Gen AI.

💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 12h ago

October 12th – pulse #AnthropomorphicNovel, today! Ray deals with the aftermath of a small car accident she was just in. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I wrenched the door open and stumbled out, then glanced back at the other car. The succubus hadn’t moved. If I left her there, she would burn alive. Perhaps a fitting end for her, but I couldn’t just sit here and let her die.
I limped across the distance. The flames were gaining in intensity, so I needed to hurry. I tried the door handle, but the crash had warped the frame, and I couldn’t get it open. The window was broken, however, so I knocked out the remaining pebbles of glass with my elbow, then reached in, unbuckled Carla’s seat belt and hauled her out onto the grass. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, my back screamed in protest, but I got her out.
I dragged Carla up onto the road and over to the other shoulder then checked her pulse; it was strong and steady, but she hadn’t stirred. I bound her feet and hands with plastic ties, just to be safe.
Then I leaned back against a tree and watched the flames bubble the paint on my black Mazda. Maybe I could just tell the Geico guy that it had been stolen.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 12th is "pulse" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 12 - pulse
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman 🪉💎🏹@acturek.bsky.social · 11h ago

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #pulse Shalhra comes for Drisal; his horse has not forgotten him. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

Drisal woke. Night still covered him, cold and
unforgiving. Agony danced with nothingness and each kept him fast against the ground in their turn. His eyes closed again, his cheek rested on the earth and he felt a pulse. Faint but familiar, a rhythm beneath him, vibrating his stone-hard bed of frost, knocking gently on his heart. His eyelids fluttered. A
sound came closer, a heartbeat racing in fours, in threes—ever so gently growing louder yet calming, slowing—threes, slower, now twos. Now four again, close, two twice, much closer—now silence.
Drisal lay trembling, listening, afraid to stir a muscle until a
loud, damp puff in his ear blew him over, onto his back. Thick hair dropped and tickled his face. Warm breath and nibbles on his chest and a low, soft
whicker. He lifted his hand.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 12th is "pulse" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 9h ago

From WIP2 - Wishing You Knew Shannon's having a moment. #WIPSnips #QueerWriters #WritingPrompts #Shaqueline #SapphicWriters #sapphicauthors #WriteSky #Sapphic

Then Jacqueline’s first notes rang through the room, beginning in a rich, smoky contralto before rising into a warm, silvery mezzo. The voice Shannon knew from records suddenly felt different—more unguarded, more alive than she’d ever imagined, carrying a confidence that seemed effortless.
Shannon’s breath caught. Every muscle, every synapse, every tiny hair on her body snapped to attention.
Her focus narrowed until there was only Jacqueline, her guitar, and Shannon herself. When Jacqueline’s gaze found hers, something inside Shannon’s chest shifted. She knew it was only a look, but for one impossible moment, she imagined Jacqueline was singing just for her.
When the song ended, a quiet round of applause filled the room. At least she thought it did. Their hands were moving, but she couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of her pulse.
Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, chapter 12

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 12th is "pulse" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

🫜Tara S Geir🫜@tarasgeir.bsky.social · 8h ago

Ngl, I was thinking of the goo in Ghostbusters 2 with this snip. A brief glimpse of the god inside Slate. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

There was no longer any flash, now Slate's eyes pulsed a vivid shade of blue. Brighter than a clear, summer sky. For something that should have been a comfort, all Halla now felt was a chilling fear. Slate's face changed subtly. It became blanker and her skin was clear but also had a waxy sheen. A mask that had pushed its way up through her pores.

"They're trying to free her."

The voice wasn't Slate's and the face was one Halla had seen many times in the Orbo. Cracked and weathered above temple entrances. The Fifth Sister, Calchas. Halla caught her breath, feeling cold air rattle through her teeth. She had witnessed a god so many times, but the Sixth Sister had been cowed and pathetic. This god was none of that. Her eyes blazed with such a heat that Halla expected Slate's face to shrivel.

Instead, it melted.

Slathers of pink slime began to run down Slate's head, from forehead to chin.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 12th is "pulse" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Kayleigh 🫜@kaydwrites.bsky.social · 7h ago

#WIPSnips | pulse vibes ✨ Adela's in a bit of a spot here... 😬 From my domestic suspense WIP. (CW: crash scene, language) #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: Daniel arrives in her periphery, panting hard. He puts his fingers against her throat as Diego steps aside.
“Get the trauma kit,” Daniel says. Then, to her, “It’s all right, ‘Del. You’re going to be all right.”
She turns to look at him.
That flash of terror in his deep blue eyes. The slick of hair plastered against his forehead by the rain. The steady heaving of his chest as he assesses her.
“I fucked up,” she says slowly. There's metal mixed into the acid in her throat; her mind flags it, even as it pumps her with adrenaline, preventing her from feeling the full extent, but it’s there, regardless, laced in her breath. She’s bleeding from the inside out.
“Yeah,” Daniel says, and she knows that he’s focused on the head wound, can’t see what she can taste, as Diego arrives with the kit. Daniel presses something against her forehead. “Yeah, you fucked up.” He drops his head for a moment, letting it hang as he continues to hold her to the seat. When he looks up, he’s still breathing raggedly.

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! The word for October 12th is "pulse" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Kayleigh 🫜@kaydwrites.bsky.social · 3d ago

Fav thing to do when students who use AI deny it: read a paragraph aloud to them. (Cue dramatic elocution 😅) Suddenly, somehow… hearing that straaange diction & syntax removes all of the “my mom helped me” & “I used a thesaurus” excuses. They just stare at the screen & go, “Ok, yeah.” #teaching

𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖍 🫜@nushdeco.bsky.social · 4d ago

Comm for @kiraofthewind.com !!

Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 5d ago

If you have been following my #Wrencer snips over the years, I have some exciting news! Book 1 in the series, Thief of Death, will be releasing later this month. 📚 Please enjoy my cover reveal! #Writesky #WritingCommunity #Books #Booksky

✨Meagan Essary swears she's querying✨@thecrumpet.bsky.social · last wk.

GUYS I WON!!!! Now it's time to sell this book!

✨Meagan Essary swears she's querying✨@thecrumpet.bsky.social · last wk.

What a week for the #upmarket book I #amquerying, This Ends Now: ✔️ 1 agent like on DVPit ✔️ 1 partial request ✔️ 2 full requests (!) And in under three hours I find out if it won the Colorado Gold Rush Literary Award for literary fiction! I'm feeling humble but it's about goddamn time!!

A collage of photos: row 1 (l-r): the interior of Yale University’s Sterling Memorial Library, showing a Gothic cathedral-like entrance; a classic red Vermont farmhouse in winter, covered in snow, nestled among bare trees; a woman silhouetted against a frosted window, while sunlight spills through the window; row 2 (l-r): two hands reaching for each other in low lighting against a black background; a dark-haired woman floating face upwards in water, surrounded by white flowers, her eyes open; Spilled glass candle with wax still aflame, flickering against a black backdrop; row 3 (l-r): Sunlight streaming through a quiet pine forest, illuminating a narrow dirt path; black and white photo of a person gripping the back of another person’s head from behind ; a man’s hand clasping a woman’s hand showing her wedding ring, with a snow-covered fir tree in the background; row 4 (l-r): three antique keys on twine; dark green leaves, covered in dew; the title of the novel, “This Ends Now” written on a scrap of spiral-bound lined notepaper.

✨Meagan Essary swears she's querying✨@thecrumpet.bsky.social · last wk.

Flygohr 🎨🎲✒️@flygohr.com · last wk.

Short timelapse of Noxxal coming together #artcommission | #dndart | #ttrpg

Flygohr 🎨🎲✒️@flygohr.com · 2w ago

Got a bunch of new followers since I posted this last year, time for a repost ;D Commission of Noxxal, a winged dragonborn paladin I had the pleasure to design for a client! Def the most intricate armor I had to draw to date #artcommission | #dndart | #ttrpg

Digital fantasy illustration featuring a tall, imposing, purple winged dragonborn resting his hands on a giant sword. He is wearing intricate full plate armor.

Kayleigh 🫜@kaydwrites.bsky.social · 2w ago

#WIPSnips | injury vibes ✨ Lennie taking care of her dear Micah 😭❤️‍🩹 From my post-apocalyptic WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: The fever heat rolled off him in waves.

“You doin’ okay?” she asked, pressing the back of her hand against his cheeks, his forehead. Hotter than blue blazes.

“I’m fine.”

“Alright.” She dipped a rag in the bucket and squeezed out the excess water. “Except you were quotin’ scripture in your sleep, and…I feel like that ain't a good sign.” She paused as she laid the cloth on his brow, thoughtful. “Something about trials and treblations.”

“Tribulations.”

“Whatever,” she muttered.

“Hmm.” He watched her as she adjusted the corners of the rag, pushed back his hair, fingers lingering in the tangles. “Matthew 24:21,” he said. “Or James 1:12.”

She met his eye, sat back. “I thought you didn't believe in all that.”

“I don't.”

“Then how come you remember it so well?”

“I told you my pa made us quote scripture. It was that or meet his fists.” He grimaced as he shifted beneath the blankets. “I chose the lesser of the two’n all.”

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

Hello, October!! The #WIPSnips word for October 1st is "injury" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 1 - injury
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 2w ago

I had to retake this video a few times because of background noise and now I need to go lie down Thank you to Kay for this review! #booksky #bookreviews #indiewriter

Jeff VanderMeer @jeffvandermeer.bsky.social · 2w ago

Also, AI creates cognitive decline, so fuck that.

Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 2w ago

Enjoy spooky season, folks! Dropping in before all the fun new October games begin tomorrow to give you advance notice that #Novmemeber will be back again this year. There'll be a mix of returning prompts (with new memes!) and some fun new stuff. I'll ping y'all again at the end of the month! xo👻

The prompt list for #Novmemeber 2026, but the prompts have been obscured by a spooky fog until the event gets closer. For now, a skeleton is sitting on a bench and "PATIENTLY WAITING."

#Novmemeber
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The corners of the graphic have colorful fall leaves (red, orange, yellow) and a silly face emoji with tongue sticking out.

Aud Connelly 😎@audconnelly.bsky.social · 2w ago

Switching back to #Dogwood1 for October and November to celebrate the preorder link going live!!😚 Here's a #WIPsnips with a hint of plot...

As she stepped through the open gate, the wind changed, becoming more like whispers, swirling and clawing at the seams of her clothing. Barely breathing, she crept along, following the tunnel to its end, where she found an old-fashioned wishing well, complete with crank, pulleys, and ropes. She swung her flashlight left and right, but there was—nothing. No underground laboratory, no classified weather tech-nology to explain the endless winter gripping this pocket of the forest, and nothing at all pertaining to the Stupendous Dogwoods’ bioluminescence and year-round blooming, that so-called miracle of selective breeding and genetic mutations her parents had been willing to risk everything to uncover. There were only the petals, blowing around on the icy wind amidst flurries of snow.

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 29th is "well" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 29 - well
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
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🫜Prof Emily🫜@professoremily.bsky.social · 2w ago

Hey everyone! This October I'm hosting #Conlangity, a game about fictional languages! The goal is to help total newbies craft a conlang that is realistic & usable! It will hopefully be accessible to non-linguist people, but it won't be for the faint of heart. Prepare for a challenge! MORE INFO👇🧵

Prompt list for #Conlangity, a game for building a fictional language! Hosted by @professoremily.bsky.social. Light yellow text printed in two columns over an orange background showing a faint photo of a large open dictionary.

1. CULTURE: Name & speakers of your language
2. SOUNDS: Basic sounds or units of speech
3. SOUNDS: Rare/never used sounds
4. SOUNDS: Rules of pronunciation, emphasis & tone
5. CULTURE: How did your language develop & what is it for?
6. VOCAB: greetings/farewells

7. GRAMMAR: Word order
8. GRAMMAR: Compound words, prefixes & suffixes
9. GRAMMAR: Noun modification (number, case, gender, articles)
10. VOCAB: Words/phrases about relationships

11. GRAMMAR: Pronouns
12. GRAMMAR: Descriptive words
13. VOCAB: Words/phrases about location and direction

14. GRAMMAR: Verbs
15. GRAMMAR: Verb conjugation & other variations
16. GRAMMAR: Verbals (infinitives, gerunds, participles)
17. VOCAB: Words/phrases about time

18. GRAMMAR: Prep-/Postpositions
19. GRAMMAR: Negations & Comparisons
20. VOCAB: Words for numbers

21. GRAMMAR: Subordinate Clauses
22. GRAMMAR: Asking questions, giving commands, speaking in hypotheticals
23. VOCAB: Words/phrases about food & drinks

24. GRAMMAR: Common abbreviations & mutations
25. VOCAB: Common slang, idioms, cursing
26. VOCAB: Words/phrases about animals and plants

27. VOCAB: Words or phrases that a tourist would need to know
28. CULTURE: A word with an interesting etymology
29. CULTURE: Writing system

30. VOCAB CHALLENGE: Translate song lyrics into your language
31. FREE DAY: Something that wasn’t covered/how you plan to use the language in your work?

Kayleigh 🫜@kaydwrites.bsky.social · 2w ago

Look what arrived in the mail todayyyy 😁 @professoremily.bsky.social It's so pretty! 😍 And let me tell you, the *inside* is exquisite too. Check details below to get your copy! 💜 #WritingCommunity #BookSky #WriteSky #books

"The Gods of Atalantis" book propped up on a table, by Emily Klotz. Gorgeous gold-and-blue cover with main characters Mireia, the Sea Mother, and Kena, the Sun Father, nestled, sleeping. Illustrated by @professoremily.bsky.social.

🫜Prof Emily🫜@professoremily.bsky.social · 3w ago

Exciting news everyone... IT'S HERE!! 🥳 Took way too long, but #GodsOfAtalantis (book 1) is now available to buy as a physical book! 2 kids get chosen as the new gods. Sparks fly. Crystals go boom. If you like stuff like ATLA or FMA:B, this is for you 😁❤️ www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-gods-o...

M. Clark @mcwrites27.bsky.social · 2w ago

The #WIPSnip Word of the Day is 'nation' - I went with 'national' here since I had limited options. This scene reveals Katie's thoughts at a vigil for the missing and presumed dead. There's a lot of guilt in being a survivor. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

The WIP Snip word of the day is 'nation' - the following is an excerpt from my novel WIP Canary featuring a related form of the word of the day - Echoing announcements came over the sound system calling fans to the stands. They were going to open the game with the national anthem, alma mater song, and a candle lighting ceremony where the life of Logan (Surname) would be honored. It felt weird that they were ignoring the others. As if their bodies being absent was enough to pleasantly float the foolish idea that they'd come home.

Optimism had always felt like self sabotage. I'd had so many wonderful things ripped out of my hands or from under my feet that I'd learned to cautiously walk around in life, anticipating the next horrible shock. As much as I tried fighting that instinct, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread whenever I looked at those missing posters. They felt living the way a memory does, not a moment. I knew they weren't coming home.

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "nation" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 25 - nation
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
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Ross McDermott @beyondtheonions.bsky.social · 2w ago

#WIPSnips #nation #writing #amwriting #SciFi #dystopian #adventure #wip Spiral Eyes (working title) *the histories and the mysteries of the last world war...

The Arbitrarians had raided this small, blue planet what seemed now eons ago, back when the moon was a battlefield for all nations and the scene of our world’s last war. It was that lunar conflict that had led to our proverbial last stand against the much more advanced raiding horde that war had awakened.
We had, for all intents and purposes, traded one war for another. But those histories were now mysteries for most, though a few of the aged ones, Mariner among them, thought them to rest on the foundation of truth.
He recalled his mother explaining how their downfall progressed at a gradual pace. With the acceptance of defeat, and as the greed of people tends to do, they gradually came to welcome the Arbitrarians, almost as gods.
We surrender ourselves to only our memories, though wise men warned nostalgia was not an option if a revolt was ever to succeed. Too many among us wished things could be the way they were. Cowering amidst the ruins, they bowed to the Arbitrarians, unable translate their thoughts into actions.
“We bowed to their demands, subtle suggestions at first, that slowly slipped to mandatory commands with which we were left with no choice but to follow, as our world had slipped to become their human zoo.” Mariner recalled his mother’s oft-spoken words and most of her stories with clarity, even after her passing and the many years he now watched slip into “Pastime,” as so were those days suitably called by the Rubblers of L’undonetown
“Though that war had lasted decades, in the end, it is said, we fell to the force of the Arbitrarians almost immediately when their mother ship had emerged from the depths of a hole on the dark side of the moon.” The scene of his father’s demise, the hole called Finigan’s Crater.
“They came for our sun,” his mother had told him.

excerpt from wip Spiral Eyes
by Ross McDermott

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "nation" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 2w ago

Happy #WIPSnips 25 - (Hiber)nation! I don't have any nation by itself 😅 at least in this snip, Edie is heading into a nation of sorts 👀

The air thrummed with power. In the summer, the woods were alive with insects and birds and growing plants, and the vibrancy was palpable. Now, the trees were halfway to hibernation, but she could still feel the buzz of latent energy all around. Edie almost expected the trees to burst into bloom, but the birches just kept watch with their scarred eyes.
Eyes that now followed them.

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "nation" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Margery Bayne is querying @margerybayne.bsky.social · 2w ago

My #scifi novel doesn't really use the word nation, but here's something civic-themed I think fits the prompt. Yay, scifi worldbuilding. #WIPSnips #AmQuerying #WritingPrompt #Worldbuilding

The development of Elios from scientific outpost to civilian settlement to sprawling city-state had been slow until it had been fast. Science was painfully sluggish when you were desperate for a cure, and humanity was desperate for the biggest one of all: finding new homes. Galaxies of nomads searched and were searching for a rock to plant their feet on, and when an outpost proved viable — the temperatures survivable, the atmosphere changeable, the ground growable — the settlers came flooding. After the settlers came the boom.

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "nation" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

A.B. Koga @abkoga.bsky.social · 2w ago

Getting 🫦 about the journey ahead. From Heavenvault—an airship romantasy.

Kayleigh 🫜@kaydwrites.bsky.social · 2w ago

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

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

“You believe that crock?”

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

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

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

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

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

“So what do you believe?”

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

“What's that?”

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

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "nation" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Headless🎃Horsewoman 🪉💎🏹@acturek.bsky.social · 3w ago

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #meddle -> interfere Ra’am Chalmalch ordered Lord Shelwon to disengage & retreat in the midst of a battle. One troop is left trapped. POV Shelwon’s herald, Jedhrath - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

He never stopped blowing his horn. The
sound of the warriors cries floated up to him,
desperate and angry. They tried to turn and flee back up the hill, but were hemmed in the deep snow, forced to fight. Their cries and the squeals of the horses made a cacophony of bloody death that resonated like pain in the Shining One's eyes, until, driven by desperation, Lord Shelwon raised the
Shammeth-stone.

"No!" Ra'am Chalmalch thundered.

"I weary of your INTERFERENCE!"

Watching them, Jedhrath clenched his fist.

"You know not what you are fighting! This is
not the time!"

Lord Shelwon's eyes blazed bright with rage.
"Three hundred lives wasted! How are you going to explain to the Edin, to their families?" The Ra'am did not answer, only stared at his protége with eyes of cold fire. The Sheltri were surrounded. The cries of
the dying wrung Jedhrath's heart.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 24th is "meddle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
September 24 - meddle
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Sab is making FINAL EDITS ✨@sabrinamars.bsky.social · 3w ago

#WIPSnips M E D D L E ✨ Ezra POV is always so insightful 🙃 #Wip #writesky #writingcommunity

A floating lantern festival at night with the following text overlayed: Do you have no decency?” Ezra seethed, finally getting Riodin's attention. “I understand you had a precarious upbringing, Hawthorne, and etiquette might not be suitable for you, but you have no business being in the Idol’s room this late. Even her guard does not go in.”
The guard standing at the door shifted slightly at the mention of his presence but said nothing. Riodin, however, responded indignantly, “You have absolutely no idea what’s going on with her, do you?”
Ezra turned up his nose at him. “What are you talking about? I am her Guardian. She is my responsibility. I certainly don’t need you, of all people, to be meddling.”
“I’m only ‘meddling’ because you’re too much of a jackass to see how scared she still is to be here,” Riodin growled.
“She will adjust,” Ezra insisted. “She has no choice. She’s the Idol.”
Riodin had the nerve to glare back. “She is so much more than that.”

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 24th is "meddle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 3w ago

Wren and Spencer summon a melodramatic ghost. Sharing a snip today from my romantic fantasy series about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold. If you enjoy this snip, You can sign up to ARC read at the link below: #WIPSnips #Booksky #Wrencer docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

The silence dragged against Wren, oddly heavy, as if the dry fog blanketing the floor was muffling the sounds around them. The duke, deprived of the reaction he expected, lowered his chin and blinked his sapphire blue eyes. Var Dunnis had been a handsome man in life, the sort of pale, pretty lord women tended to swoon over. If the rumors were to be believed, several of them had swooned onto their backs for him. His cobalt gaze swept over the room, gliding past Spencer to snag on Wren. The shade swept towards her through the mist, going to a knee at her feet.
“If love has prodded you to meddle in dark arts milady, I will forgive you, but you must be wary. Your trespass could wake other beasts who are not so gentle as myself.”
He bowed over her hand, intending to kiss it, but the shade’s fingers passed through Wren’s, leaving behind an icy prickle. Wide-eyed, she shot Spencer another look, jerking her chin towards the uncomfortably attentive ghost. Wren knew what to do with handsy nobles who were living, but dead ones were something else entirely. Fortunately, the good brother seemed to have regained his composure.
Shoulders stiff and brows knotted in an angry scowl, Spencer spoke. “Duke Var Dunnis.” His voice echoed in the oppressive air, laced with power. The shade snapped his head towards Spencer as if pulled by an invisible string. “I am Brother Thorne, anointed of the Gray Lady. I have Called you in the Lady’s name to aid us in Her endeavors.”

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 24th is "meddle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Robin Herbert @peterrobin.bsky.social · 3w ago

#WIPSnips September 24 "meddle" From the short story, Super Snipe. Eddie meddles with the justice process. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I first became acquainted with Eddie on account of my having accidentally seen him kill someone and having an appointment to testify against him at his murder trial. Eddie, out on bail, was anxious to affect an introduction but under the circumstances I did not reciprocate his sociable instincts with any great warmth or enthusiasm. Still, his persistence paid off and we came to an amicable arrangement whereby I would be a very unimpressive witness and he wouldn't kill me.

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 24th is "meddle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄👻@sayaashrah.bsky.social · 3w ago

#WIPSnips 24. "Meddle" Angry Ashrah is scary. Angry Ashrah with psychic magic is... something else 🙃 #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

“What are you doing?! He’s—”

Ashrah shoved the concubus to the ground and turned to the mortal, left arm raised.

Smoke crumpled to his knees, hands reaching for his neck as he tried, in vain, to loosen the invisible rope around it. “You dare tell me what to do? You dare defy my will?” He reached out to her. Ashrah curled her fingers, squeezing tighter, denting the fragile skin around his throat. Choking, his face a deep shade of red, he would have fallen had Ashrah not upheld him with her mind and forced him not to lose sight of her as she delivered the punishment. “Nothing will keep me from my ascension. No Archdevil, no fiend, and least of all a meddling mortal!”

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

The #WIPSnips word for September 24th is "meddle" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts