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SPED teacher by day, secret writer on the sly. Mediocre Magic: The Gathering player, Bar Trivia Teammate, FF14 Treasure Hunter, Reader of Weird Books, Paint By Number Master, Documentary Hound, Owner of a three-legged cat. DM to swap Beta reads!

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 6d

Dune 2 X The Unbroken

In a city under siege those born with psychic powers are conscripted to defend their home. Sylin answers the call while Naraha resists...until he is forced to become the monster he fears.
And visions of threatening 'Strangers' are increasing.
#agentsguide #amquerying #writesky

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 3h

#Writing #WritingCommunity
More lore about my #WIP, Utopia.
-Drones is an umbrella term for any kind of robot.
-There are ones for labor, farming, transportation, etc.
-Their AI varies, but none are self-aware.
-transportation drones are rare, but not uncommon
-There are no defense drones, yet

a cartoon monkey is typing on a typewriter

ALT: a cartoon monkey is typing on a typewriter

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Prof Emily but Spoopier Now @professoremily.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

To violence or not to violence, that is the question...

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.

Xa’aba closed her eyes, digging deep inside herself for patience. She smiled, but it was clearly one she didn’t want to wear.
“Young Mu’u, you know I have only the greatest respect for you and Raa Kena,” she said. “But I really can’t understand why you are so insistent about this. These cultists—these heretics—have shown us again and again that they’re willing to use violence to get their way. And you know their ultimate goal is to see you overthrown and replaced with Jasana. No matter how much mercy you show them, I promise they will not show any to you.”
“Sea Mother,” Icozoue interjected, “while it pains me to agree with Xa’aba about anything—believe me, it really does—in this case, I think she might be right.”
“Aren’t you the one always telling me that the Na’aqals are my children, Icozoue?” Mireia argued. “Well, these cultists are Na’aqals. Even if they hate me, they’re my children too.”
Xa’aba redirected her pleas toward Kena. “Sun Father, can’t you reason with her?”
“I agree with her,” he replied. “I don’t think slaughtering dozens of people in the streets is a good idea, even from a strategic view. What if the violence only gains them more sympathy? I know if I was one of them, I’d feel more determined to fight, not less.”

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Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 3h

October 14th – ultimate (final)

On gambits.

Av’ry tries to convince the city guard to please investigate the temple performing the mind control ritual before it’s too late.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Back in interrogation, you all but admitted to owning the contraband. Why didn’t you deny it?”
Av’ry smiled, finally a question where the truth would serve him. “Exactly, why wouldn’t I deny it? Clearly, I could have. I didn’t, because I didn’t want to be released. If you send me out with R’evat, I will certainly end up just another mindless thrall. I’d rather be in prison.”
Sh’ol turned and eyed him skeptically. “You must admit that your story is hard to believe.”
The soldier was a professional; he had heard many men claim that they had been framed, many men with more believable stories than this. However, one difference was that this was a story he wanted to believe, a chance to discredit a man he resented, a chance to come out on top.
But that lure wasn’t enough to make him reckless. So, Av’ry played his final card. “You don’t need to take my word. There is a way to play this that would benefit us both and be of very low risk to you.”
Sh’ol watched him intently for a moment before finally speaking. “I’m listening.”

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Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman @acturek.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #ultimate

Vibes: at the TOP OF THE WORLD with Cerel and Jer!

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.

Cerel stood on a narrow trail along a steep
cliff face. He beheld mountains around him, bare rock and alpine flowers, blue sky—in front of him, not only
above. He did not recognize the mountains, but he smelled the sharp wind. A faint, sick worry prickled his insides, tangled with a vague surprise. Behind him, on the trail, Jer laughed out loud.

"See, brother? Isn't this living?"

"Jer! How did you get here?"

"What? I've always been here! What's the
matter? Does the homelonging trouble you? Here's the trick. Look at all the beauty around you. Take a deep breath. Think about all you've learned from the effort it took you to get here. This is the very top of
the earth, brother! We are the only ones ever to crest it! Why? Because we're not at home sitting under the dripping trees. Would you have it any other way?"

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 4h

#WIPSnips 14. "Ultimate"

Fresh out of the oven, from "When Death Breathed Life Into Me," a new short story for #ChroniclesOfTheRealms that shows how Quan Chi became... well, Quan Chi. Might be a good "Halloween" story, too.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

The ghoul relished every letter, every parcel of knowledge that nourished its mind and its soul. An exotic, invigorating feast this was. Not that the ghoul remembered its previous meals: they were but faded remembrances, bereft of meat. All it knew was that it had eaten, and the certainty that it had not been as delicious as this one.

But every feast had an end. The Accursed, for all the mettle in her marrow and the might in her magic, met her ultimate adversary not in the ungainly giant, but in the guile of the marrkal. The ghoul tasted the putrid poison as it chewed on what remained of the elf’s flesh, and that, too, delighted it.

End. Marrow. Guile. Poison.

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EmmyKtz 🐙 The Pink Hydra @thepinkhydra.com · 2d

#WIPSnips Oct 12 - "Hope"

Dashing in here to share my favourite lines from Forest of the Morning book 2.

Elithan's lyric there is inspired by "Fragment 67" from Archilochus (ancient Greek). Exact wording depends on the translation, but the essence of it is: "life sucks, but don't give up hope." 😂

Snippet from Forest of the Morning, book 2:

The battlefield stewed in exhaustion, and funeral pyres began to reach to the starry sky even as they rode into the night.
Elithan had once written a poem, stringing words together as he adjusted the strings of his lute. All your life will be up-and-down like this. Take joy in your triumphs, yet in your defeats do not succumb to despair.
Fish, who was riding ahead, turned in the saddle to look back. Albryan saw his own despair and sorrow reflected in the boy’s face. But for the both of them, there was also the urgency, the unyielding pain and bitter comfort, of shared hope.

From Wikiquote:

Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength,
up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault
of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beamlike spears.
Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show,
nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry.
Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree you
give way to sorrow. All our life is up-and-down like this.

Fragment 67, as translated by R. Lattimore

These lines were written by the poet Archilochus in the 7th century BCE, supposedly a mercenary of the island of Paros. There is some debate about whether he existed as a real person, since most of what we know about him comes from the writings attributed to him, and he may have employed artistic licence or taken up a "dramatis personae" in many of his biographical details.

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 7h

‘Eventually’ instead of ‘Ultimate’ for today.

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips

(If someone that *is* showing on tag searches could quote post this with the WiPSnips tag, I would be grateful. It only needs one. Thank you!☺️)

Through cavernous rooms and twisting corridors, dark backways used mostly by servants and the like, the man led Murple a heady path, but she took note and knew exactly where she was. Long ago she had memorised the layout of the Palace, just in case. It always paid to know where the exits were in any given place. Eventually, they returned to carpeted and furnished surroundings, the man bobbing his head in greeting to people that could very well be identical siblings, until they emerged right where Murple had surmised they would. Right outside the door of the most powerful man in Bruta(1).

It seemed she had an appointment with the current leader of the Rhug Party, member for the Borough of Vaneintern, First Counsel of the Partliment of the Kingdom of Bruta, and they were usually the biggest scoundrels of them all.

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨Drafting New Project✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 7h

Morning #WIPSnips. Some shady future mutineers in Cavern Clipper discuss sowing dissent on the ship, using current events to maximum effect.
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

“Well I don’t fucking know! Just say… just say it drank someone’s blood to turn into the cocoon or something! A captured pirate that the Captain was keeping secret somewhere, or one of the Snipdragons while we were fighting! Anything! Just make it sound horrible!” the other male voice said, his patience sounding thin as ice.
“But why though? What will this accomplish?” the female voice asked, sounding intrigued rather than sceptical.
“We use it when the time comes! I’ve started figuring something out! We whisper to a few of the crew about these rumours and get them on our side, then I’ll take out Mildred and take her armoury keycard, and then we can stage a mutiny! We can even get Clarence in on it at the end, let him become Captain when we take over since our dear Captain seems to have let freaks and monsters take over the ship from us humans!”
“Hmm, it has merit…” the female voice mused.
“Then of course, eventually we accidentally trip Clarence over the side when he’s not wearing a belt and take the ship ourselves! Might take a while, but we’ll get to honour those damn pirate’s deal and actually survive this with our own ship! Now get to it and spread those rumours! But not all at once, make a new one every day. You know who to spread it to for maximum effect!”

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 6h

The ultimate end of a day.
From 'HatWIP'
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips

The golden hour has ended. The light is beginning to fade from its yellowed climax to a muted pink. Soon it will be navy blue. Then I will be forced to endure the inky blackness occupied by the vastness of space; a void, a vacuum, a place with no warmth or life. I hate the empty spaces in the world. I hate the things that call them home.

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Mx. D. D. Ward (they/them) @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 11h

Fiona and Ren in victory.

She stood in a wide stance, arms spread, brass knuckles sparkling in the lamp light. If I could have run into her arms at that point, I would have done so immediately.

“I recommend you run.” Fiona roared into the night, “If you are still alive, this is your last chance to remain so. I am the Countess Fiona Myrddhin. I hunt monsters. You are no threat.”

A drop of blood hit the carpet of the dinner carriage. Lord Andras sighed and slumped. I thought I could read relief in his face.

“That is it. You have won.” Andras said.

Fiona stopped and cleaned her blade with a handkerchief. She nodded. “You fought well. But I am afraid that you have failed to defend the honor of Lady Fawn.”

I walked to Lady Fawn. She stood openmouthed, gaping at the fallen form of Andras.

“Now let me make this clear,” I said, stepping to block Lady Fawn’s view of her master at arms. “This time, I challenged you to a duel. This time we settled the dispute through champions. If you insult our fiance again, you will not be so lucky. Our response will not be so polite. And you will not escape unscathed. Do you understand?”

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🕯️ El(iza)beth 🌬️ mistress 🍁 of 🕸️ spiders 🕷️ @arachnereid.bsky.social · 1d

Gemmi needs all eyes on her.
#WIPsnips #push

Supposedly, they were “broken up,” but they didn’t seem like finished business.
Rewind watched them with glistening eyes in a stone face when Gemmi wasn’t flirting with him, instead.
“Reeeeewind, I like your hair today!” Gemmi giggled as she tousled it, leaned in toward his face, then scrambled off.
“Ooooo, let’s see those LEGS!” she’d screech as she yanked down his saggy pants, smacked his butt, and grabbed him from behind.
“Do I have anything on my shirt?” she would ask, as she’d push her boobs up while walking backwards in front of him.
Rewind blushed and chuckled at these harassments.
Glitch would jump into the middle. “Aw, c’mon, those CHICKEN legs??” “Yeah, looks like you dribbled on yourself, Gemmi!”

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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 1d

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

“Lockhart,” Troa said. “Please tell me you didn’t strike a bargain with this woman.”
He’d phrased his summary of the encounter as delicately as he could—careful to emphasize he’d made no deal or commitment—yet he wasn’t surprised their initial reaction was scolding and distress. Troa in particular looked near the end of his rope. It used to be Deck who pushed him like that.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 1d

Our hero muses on his first car.
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

My car is a piece of shit. Built eight solar orbits ago in the year of our lord 1993, and named after everyone's favorite fascist, my slate grey Ford Escort was not impressing anyone. Me included. Not that it mattered, I am not impressing anyone either. We bond over this. I am also pretty sure my car hates my job as much as I do. She shakes as I push her to the awe-inspiring speed of seventy miles an hour down Route 8.

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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · 1d

CW: Sexual Content
Push; this time I'll let the snip speak for itself
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

A blush and a shiver; a nod and she was his. The switch inside him was flipped, his senses sharpened and he focused every cell within his body. His mouth tasted her and Otalia shivered – his nose caught whiff of a scent and he followed. Down, down, down, his lips traveled below her breast, below her navel, he found that the fragrance lit his heart a blaze. Down, down, down – no he had missed it and although the sample of her supple thigh was divine the aroma is what drew him.

Up, up, slowly now and when her legs twitched, he knew that he had arrived. This precious oasis between his Otalia’s legs beckoned his instincts to the surface and without hesitation, he began to drink. The lord lapped, slowly at first, searching the delicate fruit for the flesh that would cause the juices to flow. A gasp from the lady made his ear flick and his tongue drew on the sensitive button that he had discovered. Deliberately now, with effort now, Tok pushed his hands into her thighs to adjust her posture to meet the moment.

“Mm, don’t you d-dare... slow down,” Otalia moaned out with more authority than Tok would have imagined.

The lord could feel his lady losing control and yet her pride – or her arrogance, of which one he could not decide – led her to command his actions; fortunately, he was in the mood to acquiesce. The more that he teased, the more that he was rewarded with her scent and her nectar and he lapped it up gratefully. It was true now, his Otalia was helpless, and her breathing, moaning and whimpering gave her away. All at once, his head was in a vice, plush thighs pressured him to devour her without thought and soon – his beard was wet.

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Lord Braxton Hemsmore : Adorable Gay Fluff Monster @tracerleo1967.bsky.social · 23h

the beginning of my OC Borias
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #StarWars #theOldRepublic #Swtor

3669bby Tython. Northern sector. The Forge
"Push." the Midwife said. "You are almost there."
Elleanna grunted, sweat dripping down her round pink cheeks.
Tthe other Jedi in the small room waited expectancy, watching as Elleanna gave birth.
One of the Padawans cradled a bronze skinned baby boy in her arms, his head crowned with thick black hair.
"Well done." the Midwife pulled the infant from Elleanna's body, then promptly spanked it, releasing the phlegm from his throat. The child cried loudly.
"Another fine healthy boy." she said.
Elleanna passed out from the exhaustion.
Master Alleyah dabbed her face with a cloth while the Midwife handed the baby to the other girl standing by the birthing bed.
The Midwife cleared away the bloody sheets, then finished cleaning up.
Master Alleyah helped her to cover up Elleanna's body with clean linens.
"She should rest now." Master Alleyah said softly.
The girl with the first baby looked at the figure on the bed thoughtfully. " is she okay?"

The Midwife chuckled softly. "as well as she can be for birthing twins." The aged Miraluka smiled. "She's a fighter that one."
The red haired Padawan hugged the second boy closely. "What shall we do now?"
Master Alleyah sighed. Her bright green eyes creased with concern, her lavender cheeks dropped into a frown.
"Now that the boys are born, I am sure their father shall come searching for them."
The green skinned girl held the first boy thoughtfully.
"Isn't their father a Sith?
Master Alleyah frowned. "He is a very powerful Sith
Lord I am told."
"Indeed he is, and I shall try very hard to keep him away from my sister."
Master Amethesta appeared at the doorway to the small structure.
"I have heard about Sith." Master Alleyah said. "this one is just as horrible as people say."
Amethesta came up to the Padawans with the babies.
"It looks like doctor Kimball was right. Two beautiful boys."
"Boys that will need to be closely watched in the event that their father comes to collect them." Master Alleyah said sternly.
"They are safe here, Master Satele said, coming into the room behind Master Amethesta.
“But I am concerned for them nonetheless.”

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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 1d

push(ed)

Currently editing #Touched, the cozy, erotic, romantasy novel(la), so this week is pretty horny, y'all.

Apologies if you've seen any of the snips before; it may or may not have been edited since then, and may or may not have a pretty new background.

Publishing soon?

#WIPSnips #WriteSky

His hands slid to the back of her thighs
and he picked her up, carrying her to the large bed.
Dolly liked when he applied pressure;
she liked to feel his weight on top of her
as they kissed passionately on the bed.
She liked a firm hand when he groped her breasts through the linen of her dress.
Drake knew this, and he did as she pleased.
He kissed down her throat and to her collarbone, hearing her breathy sighs and small whimpers.
He trailed a hand down to the skirt of her dress.
He glanced up at her, and she gave a small nod,
her eyes partially closed.
Drake pushed himself back down the bed,
bringing Dolly’s skirt up over his head as she giggled.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 1d

Thanks...I may owned one of these

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SkarabraeAuthor @skarabraeauthor.bsky.social · 1d

#AwesomeCharacters

When Dante succeeds in Re: Shattered Memories, he is generally not happy. That's because he doesn't get complete successes. There's always some failure mixed in and that's what he ends up focusing on. Exceptions exist, though.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 1d

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

We talked before about how your character handles failure, let's do the opposite: how do they handle success?

Are they a good winner? Do they gloat? Feel like they still need to do more? Downplay their role?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 1d

#WIPSnips
‘Push’
Michael and Amy having banter. This was a fun scene to write

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Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 1d

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

cw// dubious consent kiss

Aubergine has a curse. Whenever he holds a knife, it's like he becomes a different person. He loses control and would kill even his best friend.

They want to test something out. He asks Grilled to tie one hand, give the other a knife, and kiss

This time, though… Grilled enjoyed being in control. A sick, lirist pleasure bloomed in his chest, realizing he could do anything he wanted to Aubergine and there was nothing the other man could do to stop him. Not that Grilled would do anything like that. Aubergine was his treasure, and treasure needed to be protected.
Aubergine swung the knife at Grilled’s back with all his might, intending to stab a critical blow into his spinal cord. The younger man stopped his arm, holding it back with his detached hand while the rest of his body remained in a seductively demure pose.
With a wicked smile, Grilled pushed away from Aubergine’s mouth and looked him in the eyes. “You never warned me that your berserker self is deceptive.”
Aubergine breathed deep. “My berserker self forgot how stupidly strong Derion hands are.”

Grilled and Aubergine from the Good Thyme Inn books. Grilled is sitting on Aubergine’s knee as he sits on a stool at the bar. They’re being cheeky and gay with each other, about to put their respective phallic fruits in each others’ mouths. Grilled is a light-skinned man with silver hair and wearing a bowler hat. Aubergine is a dark-skinned man with jewels on his face, and he’s dressed all in purple.

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 1d

#WIPSnips 13. "Push"

Surely this is just a normal blacksmith shop.

#WorldWithoutLove #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

She shook those thoughts away as she arrived at The Flaming Hammer, a thin building of dark bricks, four floors tall. There were no doors, not of the common kind: a sign depicting the smithing tool wreathed in flames stamped a section of the wall with a small window above it. Inspecting the drawing, Qinyang found a circular hole in the middle of the hammer’s handle, big enough only to fit a coin in… or a ring. She took Neven’s bronze ring and pressed it into the slot.

A click, and that part of the wall detached from the rest, revealing itself a door. Qinyang pushed it open.

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Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 1d

October 13th – push

On favors.

Fox needs Av’ry to help her with something complicated.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

He raised the bottle, but Fox put a finger on it and gently pushed it back down. “I need your help with something.”
“Something real, or something to keep me busy so I sober up?”
“Ave, please.”
The look in her eyes made him put the cork back in the bottle. “What happened?” he sighed.
“It’s… complicated.”
“More complicated than everything else that’s happened lately?”
“Not really, I suppose. But messier. And more immediate.”
“Alright,” Av’ry groaned and dry-swallowed a palmful of willow bark. “If I can’t have any whisky, I am going to need some coffee. Immediately. Can we talk in the canteen?”
Fox nodded and they moved out into the tunnels.
After a moment, she cleared her throat. “I spoke to Iella’s widower last night.” She tried for casual but missed by a mile.
“Iella’s husband?!” Av’ry yelped.
“Yeah. He wanted to talk to me about D’arryd.”
“Why would he want to talk to you about the scout that poisoned you?”
“Well, he might be his son. And Iella’s son.”
“He’s your brother!?” Everyone in the canteen turned to stare as they walked in. Av’ry cleared his throat and slipped into a chair.
“Half-brother,” Fox corrected.
“Your half-brother is the one who poisoned you?” He lowered his voice.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 1d

Oh man that's a deep rabbit hole. I got a lot of that from my last MS where I had an itemized list of all the war crimes this one guy committed....my search history obliterated....I am on some kind of list.

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Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman @acturek.bsky.social · 1d

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #push

During a traditionally non lethal engagement with the Sheltri, one of the the raiders changes the rules … on Rushak.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.

But it shoved in close; its red eyes and hawkish nose filled his eyes and blurred and darkened into the image of a Kudrum. It became a Kudrum, and once
again it had Lara, it had him. He gasped with terror.

His limbs quivered, softened into soaked roots. It wrestled him to the ground and pulled a knife. He grappled in vain. The thing was going to kill him.

Blue light flared. The creature leapt off him
and fled as his enraged brother menaced it.

He huddled where he had fallen. Scratches
burned on his face. He lifted a trembling hand,
dropped it, PUSHed himself upright. The horrible image flashed in his mind and flashed again before the night resolved. Drisal's hands took hold of him, pulling him to his feet. He staggered free. His jaw ached. Bracken fires glittered all around. Void of thought he plunged into the task of smothering them
one after another until he was winded, then smothered one more.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 1d

This is true! I am enjoying all the 'fun facts' I have decided to slip into this draft. My search history....destroyed. People be like 'but he popularized the assembly line'....yes, he did. He also got an award from Hitler.....so you know.

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