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C Alexandra

@nerdcactus.bsky.social

I'm a #writer of the three Gs: gods, ghosts, and (usually magical) girls. She/Her. Neurodivergent. Ace. Unapologetically leftist. I even write with my left hand. Say nice things about Detroit! #writingcommunity #amwriting #writesky

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 18h ago

5. Remembering, again, that only one of the gods is definitely still active on Getaera, this depends. The Archynes didn't really have an idea of any god being more powerful than any other. Each Archyne basically devoted themselves to one or two gods and only showed-- #MythAugust #writesky 1/?

🫜Prof Emily🫜@professoremily.bsky.social · 20h ago

#MythAugust 5 Today is about hierarchy! Who ranks highest or lowest among your gods/spirits/whatever? Is there a consensus about this ranking? As usual, interpret the question as loosely as you need to to fit your specific worldbuilding, and feel free to skip if it's not relevant to you! 😊❤️

#MythAugust prompt for Aug 5:
Let's talk hierarchy! Which of your deities are more powerful/respected? Are there minor deities who serve the big ones?

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 19h ago

To be honest? I assume it's Rei. If she's bored, she has a habit of engaging in *ahem* extracurricular activities. Y'all seen that trailer about the Wicker guy? Yeah. That. So we'd all just make sure no one's hurt and then move on with our day. #AwesomeCharacters #writingcommunity #writesky

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

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters You and all your characters are staying together somewhere! You hear a loud crash, then silence. Which one do you immediately suspect, and what do you think just happened? Are you worried or mad? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 2d ago

Will goes through a lot of shit in this book, but the one time that nearly breaks her doesn't involve ghosts at all. Mostly. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky

Ashley joined her, sitting close enough their thighs touched. He didn’t have a blanket, but his body didn't quiver like a terrified mouse. Perhaps it wasn’t that cold, and she was so far gone, she couldn’t control her limbs anymore. He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, letting her head rest against his shoulder. It was uncomfortable, but she didn’t move. At least the discomfort reminded her that she was still there.

That the world was real, and she was in it.

An argument broke out eventually, when the silence became aggressive. Some wanted to leave. Anna said they could. She would call someone to take them back to the city. They wanted their money back. Anna consoled them, saying she would see what she could do, though Will knew the contract they’d all signed said it was too late for that. They all needed to go back to their rooms for now, and she would make sure everyone got some dry clothing, a hot beverage, and something sweet to eat. Some of them didn’t want to go back to their rooms, and she talked them down, too. One or two asked if a spirit had done it. The spirit that had attacked Will. Will tensed, and Ashley pulled her closer to him, tucking her blanket around her like a cocoon. Anna told them it was a heart attack.

She never mentioned Abraham.

Jacob came in at one point, soaked to the bone and carrying rain gear for the entire group in a large box that looked far too heavy for his skinny limbs to lift. He’d volunteered to help the staff, Will remembered, the thought bubbling up through the morass of shock and numb disbelief. Not everyone had the luxury of doing nothing, taking up space like an overgrown house plant. Will curled further into Ashley. She just wanted to go to bed.

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 2d ago

The real reason Win is called "Win" #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy

“So how does a woman from a farming village end up with a gigantic box of gold?” Win asked.
“That’s not our business,” I said. She might have inherited the money, stolen it, or found it in a hole somewhere. It didn’t matter. We weren’t being paid to write her biography.
Win narrowed his eyes, but before he could come up with an indirect way to ask about other things that weren’t his business, Tova changed the subject. “Why are you called Win?”
“Because I’m lucky,” he said, which was his usual reply.
I snorted. “It’s short for Edwin.”
He gave me a mock glare. “Now who’s revealing information that isn’t anyone’s business?”

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PJC Cahill @pjccahill.bsky.social · 2d ago

#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter - From book 1. Context: Himari and Kyoka are both 6 years old here. Kyoka is unnaturally mature, so she already has very near-adult mannerisms, but Himari acts very much like a normal kid. HIMARI'S SO FRICKIN' CUTE! Buy: pjccahill.carrd.co

"Hello."
Himari jerked slightly, but looked up, discovering the girl standing beside her all of a sudden. The most obvious detail was how dark she was overall. Black hair, darkly tanned skin, even dark clothes between the little sweater and pants. Next, Himari was caught by the mesmerizing red eyes.
"Hi," was all Himari could manage. She couldn't hide her worry and hope so potently mixed in her eyes.
Kyoka smiled gently. Himari's voice was soft even for a young child. From habit with her mother, Kyoka felt protective instincts flaring up. "...Want to play together?"
The gentle joy that lit Himari's face affirmed Kyoka had made the right decision. Himari made a happy 'mm!', while nodding, and twisted to shift the puzzle box between them both. She then shoved the pile of pieces out to one side so they could both reach them. Last, Himari offered the piece in her hands. "You next."
Kyoka settled down on the ground opposite Himari, and accepted the piece. "Thank you."
Himari's smile brightened afresh.

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

August 4th – box Fox has been waiting here for some time, but surely everything is perfectly fine. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

His pants would be around here somewhere. Probably something to take the edge off this hangover, too. That cheerful thought in mind, he pushed himself upright.
“Looking for these?”
His pants hit him in the face before he could see anyone, but he didn’t need to anyway. “What are you doing here, Fox?” He ducked under the blanket to dress.
“You seemed so comfortable, thought I’d join you.”
He tossed off the tablecloth and looked up. Fox was sitting cross-legged on a stack of boxes.
“How long have you been here?” he asked.
She shrugged. “A couple of hours. Hard to say.”
“Why?”
“It’s peaceful. No one around but you, and you weren’t in a talkative mood. I needed some time to think.”
“That explains so little.”
“I was looking for you. You weren’t with the proprietor of the establishment. Figured you were still here. I decided to wait.”
“Ok, that makes…more sense,” he decided to let her answer at her own pace. “How are you feeling?”
He stared at her expectantly. She needed to talk to him about something, but she obviously wasn’t keen on spitting it out.

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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

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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.

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨drafting Scales of the Progenitor!✨@smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 2d ago

G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly along for the ride with her new employer, which is technically still part of her job interview, sorta. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Fair enough,” I say as we drive into the small collection of buildings some might hesitate to call a town. Irena takes a few turns at what I assume are the only real intersections in this place— it doesn’t even seem to have any traffic lights— until we reach a building with a sign on the wall saying “Joseph’s Parcel Service”. A man is leaning on the wall just under said sign, but he stands up and walks into the open garage door next to him the moment we enter his field of view. Irena pulls into the small parking lit in front of this door, and the man comes strolling out pulling a dolly with a large box on it before the engine even fully dies. I now see that he has short cut brown hair with grey streaks around the temples and blue eyes surrounded by wrinkles. He’s probably around fifty, if I have to guess.
Irena steps out and flashes the man a big smile before speaking. “Joe! You always see me coming, don’t you?”
“Kinda hard to not spot you in that, miss,” Joe replies with a smile as he comes to a stop right behind Seahorse. Irena opens the tailgate for him, and I’m assuming this box is what we came here for, the Journals she talked about.

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Aud Connelly: finalizing #Dogwood1 😎@audconnelly.bsky.social · 2d ago

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He’d barely begun to wrangle his breathing when the doorknob jiggled.
“Hold up,” Owen called through the door. “It’s locked—”
The knob wrenched, the lock crumbling into so much loose hardware, and in walked the fey Owen had hit with his car.
“Oooohhhhh fffuck,” Owen said, knees giving out.
“Where is it?” said Wesley. He was almost unrecognizable in his fresh clothes and not one leaf in his hair, even with the fine line of stitches closing the gash in his cheek. But his eyes were the same: that unblinking, predatory grey. Owen swallowed, his already frayed nerves further unraveling as his eyes sought something in the cluttered storage room with which to defend himself. But if a direct hit from a vehicle travelling at forty-five miles an hour wasn’t enough to put a dent in Wesley, he wasn’t sure how much luck he’d have with a stapler or a box of pens.
“Where’s what?” Owen said,
mouth dry.

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L.L. Stephens @triempery.bsky.social · yesterday

#WIPSnips The word for August 4 is BOX Kharys is a main POV character in NOMARA. Through him we get to see a human but not Terran perspective of the nomari. He's a captive, but an exalted one, who gets to see the inner workings of nomari dominance-centered power. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Kharys, a human male, interacting with Arasend, Queen of the alien nomari.

Far above the heat of the plain, the Court of Blue Gardens spread cool, hidden terraces. Tall trees reached with graceful, leaf-laden boughs to catch the last of the light. The sun, for all that it yet hung above the horizon, no longer reached within the fastness of high walls. Kharys watched the sun go, knowing that when it was gone, and night descended upon the golden plain, the Terrans would also be gone.
Arasend had decreed it.
They were like the nomari, he overheard one of his guardians say in whispers, and they were like men. Strangers shaped like men but wearing skins of silver, or of silk, for they shone like the greater moon. Their speech, the nomari said, came from chitin boxes. They looked for a lost ship—not the kind that sailed the plain, nor the water kind that sailed upon river or sea—but of a kind that sailed the stars. Kharys had felt his mouth go dry, his heartbeat leap, then deepen.
He dared to wonder who they might be. He, who knew of the existence of two races of Men. In all his childhood, he had never heard of a third.
And now he would never know them.
“The Queen will tell them to go,” his guardian told him. “She will tell them that they must leave here.”
“Where will they go?”
“To wherever they came from.”

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄@sayaashrah.bsky.social · yesterday

#WIPSnips 4. “Box” Sareena succeeds an impressive stealth and sleight-of-hand check. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #NetherTouchedSareena

But her questions would have to wait, for a rustle drew their attention to the brambles as they shifted and fell apart branch by branch. Sareena ran towards them, not bothering to conceal the thud of her boots, a rusted box clutched in her hands.

“Time to take our leaves! Aeacus won’t be happy when he realises his precious key’s missing.”

She hurled the box as far as she could, and the three of them dashed past the now liberated road. Darkness receded, and in the distance, Ashrah spotted the ruins of a long-forgotten building floating above more and more heaps of detritus. As they stepped out of Luzvyr and into Ryllul, a furious moan echoed behind them.

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Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · yesterday

Sam helps Hazel count the hidden treasure she found in her grandparent's attic. From Herbs and Iron, a cozy romantasy about a witch returning home to reopen her gran's herb shop and reconnect with the blacksmith she left behind. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Herbs&Iron

Sam ran his thumb over the embossing, feeling the arch of Witch Queen Agatha’s prominent nose and the ripples of her elaborately curled hair. The coin felt heavy between Sam’s thick fingers. Substantial. He turned it over, angling the markings so that sunlight glinted off the pair of bubbling cauldrons stamped on the back.

“How many do you count?” Hazel’s voice echoed from the stairwell.

“Same as you. Forty-seven double cauldrons,” Sam answered, tucking the coin back into the box. “To think your grandparents had all this hidden in their chimney.” It was more than a year’s profits for a skilled tradesman like Sam and a fortune for someone like the Cahills, scrimping by on odd jobs and meager salaries. Enough to keep Hazel’s grandparents comfortable in their retirement, if they had lived to see it.

Wood squeaked as Hazel descended the last step and turned towards the kitchen. Her hands were caught in her hair, copper hair pins flashing in the morning light as she fixed her braid into a crown.

“Well, that’s the thatching and the carpentry sorted with coin to spare for stocking the shop.” Hazel slid the last pin in place and gave the intricate chestnut plait a final pat. “How do I look?”

Like an angel waiting to pluck my soul out of the River.

A brown bodice embroidered with dancing foxes hoisted Hazel’s moderate assets into place over a blue blouse that matched the summer-sky color of her eyes. Sturdy split skirts spilled over her broad hips, curving as if they’d been sculpted by the Goddess herself for Sam’s hands to hold. How dare those Wardens from Miss Edie’s pub call Hazel horse-faced? Her nose was on the bold side, true, but to Sam’s eye it just made her beauty distinct.

“Sam,” Hazel prompted him, hands perched on those distracting hips. He had been quiet too long, even for her.

“You look…” Sam searched for a word appropriate to the situation. “Respectable. I wouldn’t hesitate to approve your application.”

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Isaac ⚔ Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · yesterday

I got today's #WIPSnips too!! In fact, 1661 opens with a Mysterious Box.

1. Uxbridge Road
Amidst and beneath the cloaks, the hats, the boots, the shoes, the shirts, the bands, the hose, the gloves, the gloves, the gloves, and, at last, the little square box that rested heavy on his lap, sat Alexander Aldridge.

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TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · yesterday

Today's word is "box". Fiona and Xolotl make plans to confront the Obsidian Butterfly. #weirdwestern #wipsnips #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity #Aztec

“How do you suppose we lure her out?” she whispered, keeping her own gaze fixed on the cave. “I mean, I doubt she’ll just come out because we ask her nicely.”

Xolotl shook his head.

“Can she even come out in the sunlight?”

Xolotl nodded.

“So, she’s not like the star demons. Do you think they’re down there with her?”

Again, he nodded.

“So, if you went in there, you’ve have to fight them off to get to her,” Fiona muttered. “That don’t sound like the best idea, if you ask me.” Setting the rifle on the ground next to her, she emptied her pockets of the reloading tubes, to line them up on the ground for easy access, but when she pulled out the box of matches from her pocket, she paused. She was supposed to return those to Niyol’s saddlebag when they returned from shooting practice, but in the exhilaration of learning, she’d completely forgotten about them. In hindsight very fortuitous. She held the half-empty box out to show Xolotl. “I know what we do! We smoke her out!”

Xolotl tilted his head quizzically at her.

“We jam all kinds of dried brush inside the opening, enough that it falls down into the cave below, then we set it on fire. The light of the fire will take care of the star demons and hopefully make the Obsidian Butterfly flee the cave.” This garnered a wag of Xolotl’s tail and he stood, eager to get to work.

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 2d ago

Will goes through a lot of shit in this book, but the one time that nearly breaks her doesn't involve ghosts at all. Mostly. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 2d ago

4. The biggest schism in the Getaeran pantheon occured during an event called the Kidir-Purush (though it is a now-forgotten event among mortals). The gods were always wary of Thadis, egged on by Aunios, because he is the first-born and closest to-- 1/? #MythAugust #writingcommunity #writesky

🫜Prof Emily🫜@professoremily.bsky.social · 2d ago

#MythAugust 4 Today, tell me about the different factions among your gods/spirits. Think like the Æsir & Vanir in Norse mythology, or angels & demons in Christianity. What's their relationship? Are they sworn enemies? Sometimes allies? Interpret the question however makes sense for your story!

#MythAugust prompt for Aug 4:
Are there different factions among your deities? If so, what is their relationship to each other?

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 2d ago

Rei is being so honest, it makes people deeply uncomfortable and gets pulled from shelves for making powerful people look bad. In her mind, memoirs are supposed to be truth, warts and all. And by the time she's in a place to write them, she doesn't have to worry. #AwesomeCharacters #writesky

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

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · 3d ago

Nothing like being the only one in the Coven prone to hangovers. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky

“We have a Reno Sweeney morning!” Emma greeted Beren as she came down the stairs the next day, still smelling of lavender and honey wine, head pounding. They’d had three bottles of the stuff between them, taking it in turns to pour for one another and riding the high of their magic until the moon left the sky and the stars blurred. “So you know we did well.”

“Wonderful. I’m thrilled for all of you.” Beren groaned. She didn’t drink much these days, so the occasions she actually gave in and had too much, she always got the worst of it. “I feel like crap warmed over, so if it could be a coffee morning, I’d feel like that’s a success.” She rubbed her eyes, trying to dredge up some charitable feelings for her friends and failing entirely. “At least Alex is opening the shop for me today. I don’t trust myself to do anything for a while.”

Emma put a mug off coffee—light and sweet—in front of Beren on the table, followed by a couple of tablets and a small glass of something green. “Phoebe said to drink this with the painkiller and you’ll be right as rain in half an hour. And you know Phoebe’s never wrong about these things.”

Beren waved Emma away and breathed in the scent of liquid ambrosia, letting the steam take her on a journey toward the land of the living. She wanted to dunk her face into it, but the cup wasn’t wide enough—and a hospital visit didn’t appeal—so she contented herself with taking a few, life-affirming sips and sighing with contentment. “Perfection.”

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 3d ago

From Light Wielding: Sunday has just gotten the better of a very scary monster #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #FantasySky #FairyTale #FantasyRomCom #AmQuerying

It opens its fanged mouth and makes a noise somewhere between the wail of a grieving child and the sound the demon ghost lady made in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Nazis opened the Ark of the Covenant.
I drop the useless piece of rubber on the floor of the tunnel and indulge in the thrill of victory for about a second and a half before the Moth King wraps his shadowy arms around me.
I hate porting, but I’ve never been this glad to be whisked into a cold tempest of darkness and nausea.

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 3d ago

August 3rd – thrill Honestly, Fox wishes their guide had told her about this wrinkle before they got to the summit of the mountain… #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“In the days when people risked travelling there, there were near constant reports of rockslides and avalanches. People came to believe that the mountain itself was attempting to eject trespassers.” P’ell glanced nervously up the path.
“I do not know if this is true or not,” he continued, “but practically, it does not matter. The path is a treacherous one. But even this would not have dissuaded people from the climb. No, that risk often just spurred thrill-seekers on. The real danger was revealed when the climber reached the end of the path.
“Those who managed to make it that far were rewarded with nothing but a door, set into the mountain. The descriptions say that it is massive and dark as the night sky, carved with dragons, like the pillars at the foot of the path. But the descriptions are vague at best.” P’ell hesitated, unsure if he should continue.
“You say people have seen this door, why are there no proper descriptions?” Fox prompted. “Are you saying no one has returned alive?”
“Most did not return, it is true. But a few people have…physically survived. However, no one who has gazed upon the door has returned with their mind intact. Each one was driven mad.”

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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

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Kayleigh Diaz 🫜@kayleighdiaz.com · 3d ago

👋 #WIPSnips | going with thrill vibes ✨ Somedayyy, Lennie hopes to experience a moment of pure delight. 🥲 Until then, here she is imagining snow. ❄️ From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: It was a quiet moment, the soot draping the woods in a cloak of silence. How could one feel so cut off, enclosed in all this wilderness? A speck of it caught on her wrist. She flicked it away. How would it feel to taste something pure? Sweet and cold, she imagined, and melting with promise. She licked her chapped lips, watching Micah set up camp beneath the swirl of rotten snow. Sweet like sugar, maybe. Sweet like ice cream.

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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.”

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨drafting Scales of the Progenitor!✨@smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 3d ago

Morning #WIPSnips. I feel terrible, but at least I'm not having as bad a time as Milly is here in this snip and just before. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

A flood of water invades my mouth and nose in a sudden flood, and I splutter and cough back into consciousness in a panicked rush. I sit upright but feel a multitude of hands hold me stable on the back and shoulders, and moments pass before I’m able to clearly take in my surroundings. Those surroundings are occupied by my students standing around me in a circle, looking down on my sitting ass with far more concern than I deserve.
“What the- what happened? Everyone okay?” I ask, gaining me some confused looks.
“Yeah, we’re fine, are you okay?” Christine asks, clearly baffled. I look at her, then set my mind to searching around my body for any sensory evidence of injury. Aside from soreness that I assume is from the fall, I don’t think I’ve been bitten by any of the snakes, although I’m unsure as to what that’d feel like.

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L.L. Stephens @triempery.bsky.social · 3d ago

#WIPSnips The word for August 3 is THRILL This "thrilling" snip from NOMARA is part of a flashback of Kharys's story. He was captured as a child by Oandah, but Arasend took him--and nurtured him to be her lover. He's a teen now and Oandah makes a deadly move... #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. In this snip, which is a flashback to Kharys's story, Oandah makes the move that gets her exiled by Arasend: she tries to take the Queen's prize captive.

In the deepening amber cast by that setting sun, he saw Oandah.
She had grown in dominance, Arasend’s daughter who had not slain him that day five years ago but had brought him to this place and to this fate. Her commands had gained in stature and now she led a twelfth of Eshuun’s warriors. Her triumphs filled the Hall; she had her choice of captives now. Her golden skin caught the dying light and molded it so that it clothed her like fire. As she stood before Kharys, the distance between them measured in a few feet of path, only Oandah’s eyes, themselves the lambent gold of flame, touched him. They touched him boldly, without fear. The wrongness of it struck Kharys dumb with a new, uncertain, terror. She should not be in the garden, and he knew this. Only Arasend ever came to him here or saw him without his veils. Suddenly, the strange, nonhuman conventions his asexual guardians had forced on him were to be honored, obeyed, and he turned from Oandah, thinking to flee. But her hand reached out, and seized his wrist, placing a possessive heat upon his flesh.
“Kharys, no,” she said.
He tried to pull away, but there was something in her touch, a thrilling, velvet urgency, that commanded him. His whole body trembled in her grasp, though it was only his arm she held captive.

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Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle)@kiraofthewind.com · 3d ago

#WIPSnips Had to censor this one because this is a murder that I kinda want to be a surprise (for some people)(I'm sure it won't be too surprising for some who are paying real close attention)

Welcome to the Good Thyme Inn

When he finally had his hand reattached and [SPOILER]’s heart still dripping with blood, Grilled had to take a moment to savor his kill. Something sick and evil stirred within him. Nothing satisfied him quite like slaughter. Killing chickens was one thing; killing a man who was about to sell out his boyfriend to the cops was a new layer of ecstasy and thrill that dizzied his brain. Grilled was so giddy he had to sit down the small stool that had been [SPOILER]’s last sitting spot.

Grilled from the Good Thyme Inn books, drawn by Sam/Just Miss Art. Grilled is a steampunk-themed gangster-looking fellow with silver hair, forked eyebrows, a bowler hat, knife, and green flames erupting from his wrists.

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄@sayaashrah.bsky.social · 2d ago

#WIPSnips 3. “Thrill” > “Gratification” If this weren’t Ashrah, the word here would be “thrill”—and indeed it was before I realised it didn’t fit her. Sareena gives her opinion on an Edenian god. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

“That’s what they don’t get about Agahmul. There’s no reward, no relief, no salvation. Suffering is the beginning and the end. When he ascended to godhood, he didn’t become the God of Hope. He became the Broken God.”

“That is… curiously insightful,” Datusha noted.

Ashrah stared down at the pendant in her hand, revulsion twisting her guts where before had been the gratification of learning. If Sareena spoke the truth about this Agahmul, a being who ascended to divinity but still could not escape his cycle of torment, could not break the chains that made him a slave to vice, then his godhood meant as much as a drop of blood in a massacre.

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PapaDjinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 2d ago

Thrill → joy | We're going back a bit to the beginning of the conversation between Vashad and his family. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

“I should have done more...”

Vashad moved his fork along his plate, toying with the potatoes as his father spoke. He’d made it back home without trouble, but explaining the situation brought him no joy. Jakari was the perfect father and so of course he blamed himself for his son’s circumstances. Vashad’s mother held her husband and stroked the nape of his neck. Vashad knew that it was as much to comfort herself as it was to comfort his father.

“I became complacent... prideful. My son is so very intelligent that I knew you would escape the conscription.” Jakari gaze moved up from his plate and onto Vashad a painful smile on his face. “It would have been a story we laughed about together. My boy, giving those soldiers the slip.”

“There’s nothing that could have been done. That old knight, Golm, was far more prepared than any of us. Short of running off, I would have never been safe... and who is to say if that would have worked.”

“Wouldn’t have been the first time,” Milubel spoke, tightening her grip on Jakari’s hand. “Your father and I... We chased off from the city when I was pregnant with you. Escaping that life was the best decision we ever made. Together we found our place here in Tanninide and made a beautiful family.”

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Isaac ⚔ Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 2d ago

I HAVE TODAY'S #WIPSnips!! Alexander meets a strange man at the crossroads.

The door of the French coach—within which ‘twas now shown only one could sit comfortably after all—had opened, and half-emerged with his foot upon the step was a man, gloriously fat, whose embroidery far outshone Mr. Redacted’s and, indeed, nearly equalled Alexander’s. His face was lined, but still chestnut hair burst from beneath his hat in thick and saucy ringlets, including one long lovelock braided with a yellow ribbon on his left, an atrociously old-fashioned gesture to Alexander’s eye. But Alexander also noticed he wore no falling-band but instead a scarf of sorts, the most exquisite white silk trimmed with lavish lace and knotted just-so, neither sloven nor prim, and this interested him enough to finally lower his sword.

“Young man,” he called—still in French, of course, but translated by Alexander for Klein later—“your swordplay is exquisite! Such quick steps, so bold! How thrilling, to watch a gambler dare such odds! My! And how stylish, to rout all my forces and his without slaying a one!”

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