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Amanda Turek💎HorsebackWriter
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Writes character driven adult fantasy.
WIP: Brother’s Keeper, epic fantasy sibling story
Lives with bipolar disorder - @siegeofthespirit
Clinical Laboratory Scientist
Mountain backcountry horsewoman
Every trail’s the one true home.
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Amanda Turek💎HorsebackWriter @acturek.bsky.social · 5d
Two brothers—one accursed, one gifted—struggle with the Power of an empathic bond unseen for centuries. As Rushak seeks to escape his curse, Drisal must wield it as evil arises to threaten the world. But the prophesied Power can return only once, and the Shining One is … somebody else. #WIPPIT #F #A
Image: Mood board for Brother’s Keeper WIP: A block of seven images around a central one. Central image: white text on brown background that reads: “Born to be sacrificed: Drowned, shed, burnt and buried, a sin offering for his people. Had he been, all would be free. But he had not, and they weren't. He could never forget it. Brother’s Keeper (working title) A.C. Turek Surrounding images clockwise from center left: column of bonfire, running gray horse, green water, a hand holding a quartz crystal, a view looking up immense tree trunks, a waterfall, a view looking down on a vibrant green forest.
acturek.bsky.social
I love to write with the harping of Alan Stivell as well as other Celtic harp music. It’s relaxing, inspiring and perhaps not surprising as my MC is a harpist!
youtu.be/Ro1GTG1wUEE
November 28, 2025 at 11:35 PM
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Only "zigzag" in the story:
The center of Devon was an open space marked by a large stone fountain built. No water flowed from it, and like the gate doors, it was defaced with crude graffiti. Its base had become a bin filled with broken bottles and other assorted trash. Although an open area, it felt cramped. The skyline of the city loomed all around, and despite traditionally being squares, Devon’s center—Vega Plaza, according to Captain Vance—was more of a zigzag.
November 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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thecrumpet.bsky.social
November 28 #WIPsnips – “zigzag”

Holy hell, I had this! After a far-too-intimate dinner on the 4th of July, Jenny and her former seminar leader—“not my professor!”—walk back to her East Village sublet. Should she invite him up? Probably not. Definitely not. A snip from my #WIP “Surface Tension.”
Neither spoke as they neared Ludlow Street. Familiar landmarks came into view—the shawarma joint on the corner; the yellow awning of Lili’s Wink, the boutique where she could afford nothing but coveted everything; the fire escape zigzagging up the front of her building like a patinated exoskeleton. “This is fantastic,” Gregory said at last. “Very authentic New York. You’re lucky to have landed here.” “Above a used clothing store and between a couple of construction sites?” He paused outside number 151 and turned to face her. Dim light spilled from inside the shop front, burnishing his murky blond hair to a bronze sheen in its glow. “Just like most things in life, it’s what you make of it. Sometimes you just need to change your perspective.” She swallowed, but her mouth was dry. Why not? Jenny reached for his hand. “Here,” she said, tugging him one door down, the word barely more than a whisper. “This is me.” His fingers flexed, then tightened around hers. “This is you.” Yes, why not?
November 28, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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No #zigzag in #SnowOnTheBen so how about #meandered?
November 28, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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Hope those who celebrated had a Happy Thanksgiving!! 😁

#WIPSnips from Monah Bk. 1 -- going for vibes w/ Faldor's physical action in this scene. It's closer to oscillating, but he's moving stiffly back & forth among the three people around him.
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When she stood back up, Andrea caught Drake’s eye, and he could merely shrug, standing tall behind his king. Keeping eye contact, she formed the clear thought. He hasn’t been down here in ages, Drake. Something rile him? Drake simply nodded and secretly admired her Territories-style speaking patterns. Thyberius Grey. Faldor turned on them sharply, skating his gaze between the two of them, as if willing them to keep their thoughts to themselves, and then turned back to Darion. “So, who among these heathens are being processed this evening?” Andrea stepped boldly up to her king and then looked at the guard around his shoulder. “That is precisely what I wanted to know.”
November 28, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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Didn’t have this #WIPSnips until I worked it in this morning.
Behind the castle proper, the one being chased zigzags through the brush as Bob's torchlight catches and loses sight of him. But I can follow his path. He ducks at an opportune time, backtracks to the remnants of a separate stone building, our family mausoleum, now empty and vandalized. It’s a building I never entered as a child, never felt comfortable near it, and was never interred there myself although my death made this place my prison.
November 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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lesterdcrawford.com
#WIPSnips November 28 - zigzag
Playing tag with a baby dragon.
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Text that says: "I can catch you." Hope charged the baby dragon. "You can't catch me." Baby dashed away in a zigzag, occasionally pausing to let her come close, and then dodging while making his goik, goik laugh. Hope, laughing with him, was unable to keep up. Then he stopped, swung around, and said, "I can catch you." She had no doubt he could. She stopped laughing and ran. Behind her she heard the squelching and splattering of his hands and feet on the rain-soaked grass coming closer as he galloped on all fours. — The Dragon Universe Hope (working title, work-in-progress)
November 28, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Byron has quite a few helpful talents, but he actually quite enjoys sewing.

From Byron's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse

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“When did you learn to sew?” Cora asked, leaning forward to watch his quick zigzag stitching. “I was pretty young,” Byron said. “My mom showed me how to sew on a button one day. With four boys plus our dad, there was always something that needed a couple of stitches, so I taught myself more so I could help out with little things once in a while.” “That’s sweet,” she said, smiling. “Fits you. I wish my mom had taught me how to sew anything, but I can’t even handle buttons.”
November 28, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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Although the antagonist's supporters are rioting outside, Sophie believes the truth can change their minds. Polo has spent a lifetime watching the opposite happen. Who's right? 🤔

From an action-comedy novel about the wacky misadventures of a heist crew.

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“What exactly is the truth? Is it really something we can tell those idiots wreaking havoc outside?” said Sophie, watching as Scruffy zigzagged past a vampire engrossed in a debate with a dockworker. “We treat them like idiots, and rightfully so, since they behave like idiots. But shouting at an idiot won't make him any less of an idiot. And lying to an idiot just points him in a different direction. Have we considered why they believe Maestro’s nonsense in the first place? All they ever hear is shouting, Polo. From Florenti, from Maestro, from us, from every headline pouring panic into their heads. They don’t have a quiet place to listen and learn. They obviously haven’t earned one, I don’t deny that. But even idiots can learn, if you stop beating them with the truth, and start showing it to them instead. Show them that we’re not so different, all of us.” She gestured towards the bar, where differences of various shapes and sizes were busy getting equally drunk. “Maybe instead of locking them out, we leave the door open. Let them see for themselves.” She was wise for her age, Polo had to admit, as he met her earnest gaze. Completely wrong, of course, but wise all the same. In his experience, the truth didn’t change minds so much as harden whichever part of the skull it bounced off. And showing it to them would accomplish no more than showing a haddock a fresco. Sophie was right about the way things ought to be, but people, at their very core, simply didn't work like that. If they did, half the city wouldn't be outside proving her wrong.
November 28, 2025 at 9:22 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
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I don’t have the word, but …

Aaran high on the mountain vibes #zigzag best.
I’ve shared this before. I hope you’ll indulge me and enjoy it again!

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Not far below, the trail he had ascended wound across and down and doubled back, across and down, repeating the pattern for thousands of spans. From where he sat near the innermost face of the curving range, he could not even see the tops of the trees growing on the slope beneath him. He loved the solitude and quiet, broken only by the wind soughing in the grass and the cries of the eagles, by whose outstretched wings the mountain dwellers made measure of vertical distance. Even more, he loved the view. About and beneath him, encompassed by the peaks, the land swept away and down like half a bowl in deepening shades of green, with the silver-green Forest puddled at the bottom. Straight ahead, the pale blue-gray shape of a far distant mountain blended into a softening sky near the horizon. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 28, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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Vibes today with “winding.” a #WIPSnips from A Recipe for Romance 💘 #writingcommunity #writesky

A bit of intro—
Rolling her neck, Maggie hesitantly fluffed her mass of dark curls, which promptly poofed with a chalky mess of dry shampoo. There was probably enough of it to start a small fire if anyone lit a match too close. She was in the middle of the biggest few months of her professional life—on the verge of partnership at Maison Lune. A few more catering events executed to perfection, and she’d have it in the bag. But of course, when her friend Sophie called and asked her to cater Alyssa’s baby shower, she’d said “yes” and immediately put in her vacation request—shocking the entire staff, because she never took vacation. But when your best friend was pregnant and hormonal enough to cry over a commercial for Huggies, you showed up, even if you smelled like duck fat and rosemary. And even if your carry-on was stuffed to the brim with spatulas and a piping gun instead of normal things like socks and underwear. The plane jolted as it touched down on Omaha soil—the dawn reflecting over a sea of golden corn. She gazed out the window at the long stretches of winding, open roads that seemed to lead to nowhere. A familiar horizon, but one Maggie had intentionally avoided as much as possible since the fall-out with her parents over her decision to relocate to LA for culinary school. A brief flicker of something like regret swept over her before disappearing just as quickly. She could do this. She’d cooked for celebrities on three hours of sleep before. She’d once built a croquembouche while battling a case of the flu. She could handle small-town Willow Bend, her pregnant friend, and a gaggle of Midwesterners who thought casserole with cornflakes was gourmet.
November 28, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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More of Noah's first meeting with Mr Gellar, when he asks the Librarian to help him solve some of the little mysteries around this place...

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
“Anything else I could help you with?” he asked. “Ye-e-eah,” I said slowly. “There’s a word here, Lazarus. Really small, right below the center. See? Do you know what that means?” He raised an eyebrow. “Lazarus? I’m not sure. Could be a family name.” “I’ve never met anyone named Lazarus.” “Well, we could find out.” He gestured for me to follow him. “Here, come with me.” I followed him, zigzagging through aisle after aisle, toward a section of the Library I’d never seen before. At last, we came to a clearing amid the shelves, where sitting atop a sturdy wooden pedestal was a strange off-white boxy device with wires trailing out of it. “What’s that?” I asked. “A computer,” said Mr. Gellar. As I followed him around to the front of the device, I saw that its face was like a glossy black mirror. “Think of it as a sort of knowledge machine. It has the whole Library catalogue stored in its memory.” I was in awe. “Memory? So is it... alive?” He grinned. “No, no. Not any more alive than the books are. But we can use it to search through the collection for anything we want. Saves a lot of time.”
November 28, 2025 at 1:22 PM
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#WIPSnips #zigzag vibes with the word #dart, courtesy of Mr. Andrews #writing #amwriting #horror #western #fiction #wip Sunsetter
*Back to an early chapter and the second appearance of that crazy Appaloosa! 🐎🐴
#HappyFriday #books #comingsoon
“There! Do you see it, Maddie? That’s him!” I saw Maddie stand up and track McTavish’s pointing finger with her gaze. I propped myself up on my elbows and caught the fleeting apparition of that crazy Appaloosa that had assaulted me just yesterday. The horse darted through the small stand of trees, fading in the early morning grey of the day, then flashing bold, a charging mass of spotted muscle, nostrils flaring and lips flapping in his fury. from the #wip Sunsetter by Ross McDermott
November 28, 2025 at 12:44 PM
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#WIPSnips 28. "Zigzag"

From Eternal Flame, the moments before an encounter that will change not only the lives of these two beings, but also of all the realms.

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A grimy form, like a misshapen cocoon, floated in the back of the cave. Frayed strings sprouted from it in a zigzag pattern, weaving an impenetrable mesh. But these filaments were not webs. It was darkness. Solid, decaying darkness. Black splotches sullied the ground, and though it was faint, Ashrah detected residues of spiritual energy in them. Of those who had attempted to break through this forest of shadows and failed. She stretched out a hand, and before she even touched the dark matter, her skin sizzled. She removed it, inspecting the wisps of smoke exhaling off her palm. Not demonic shadows, either, but one coated in Tarhmun. “Trapped here for so long, I nearly lost hope. No one had the mettle required to release me. No one proved worthy of my blessing. But we do not surrender, do we, Ashrah?”
November 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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November 28th – zigzag

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray sometimes makes suspect spur of the moment decisions.

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“We take the fire stairs down the side of the building, when we reach the ground, head for the shopping mall across the street. Get inside, lose yourselves in the crowd. Whatever happens, do not stop, just run. If we get separated, we’ll meet in the coffee shop on the north side, then get a car from there. Understood?” They both nodded mutely. “Great.” I handed the gun back to Liz. “You might need this. Just…be careful where you aim it, alright? Now, let’s go. And hurry, before they figure out this is where we went.” We scrambled down the rusty ladder that led to the stairs, which zigzagged down the side of the building. The alley was quiet, and for a moment, I thought we might get away clean. But, when we were about one story from the ground, I saw a gunman round the corner underneath the stairs. I cursed under my breath. We were too exposed up here; it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. So, as he raised his weapon, I figured I only had one viable option. “Remember, don’t stop!” I shouted over my shoulder, then I vaulted the railing and dropped.
November 28, 2025 at 11:49 AM
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She took off, running zig zags across the stretch, her feet brushing every patch she could. Like a cloud, the glittering wings surrounded her. Standing among the magic, she threw her arms out, sure she could ride the delight alone as high as they lifted her spirits.
-A Dance of Bow & Blade
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November 28, 2025 at 9:32 AM
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I don't have zigzag for todays #WIPSnips but I do have jagged. A description of one of the city districts in 'First to Fall'. The Dip is like the ocean, something old and terrifying lurks at the very bottom. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The Dip ran over the face of the city like a scar, huge and jagged. A chasm that was said to have been created in an earthquake when the Fifth Sister imprisoned the Sixth. It ran parallel to the river and no one knew how far down it reached. The poorest of Dragaul's citizens were crammed down there and many clerks were threatened if they misbehaved they'd be put on duty to the Dip. One enterprising Baron had created a competition where the Dip children competed against each other to create the most beautiful roof gardens. Generations of junior horticulturists were born, families feuded over flowers as each successful child was brought up to the Keep. And it kept the Dip looking vibrant and colourful for those who lived above it. With it being late spring, the tulips were out. This year an entire roof, ten times the size of these offices, had been covered so that it gave the effect of a standing yellow bear against a black background.
November 28, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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‘Wavy’ instead of ‘zigzag’ today.

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

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“Look! Stop! Stop this at once! I just want to go to the butcher’s and talk to Merida. That’s it.” Boulder pointed and all the soldiers on the other side flinched. “It’s just there!” “And here …” The first soldier straightened up, dug the heel of his boot into the dirt and awkwardly stepped back several paces, dragging the heel of the boot into the packed soil and scoring a wavy, but distinct line. “… is the border. It’s the borderline. No-one in or out without Her Majesty Calcifa’s say so.” “This is ridiculous!” He threw up his arms in despair and the opposing soldiers moved their pointy things closer, but not over the ‘border’. “I just … all I need … this is …”
November 28, 2025 at 9:10 AM
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sagecollins.bsky.social
Just Nico being Nico

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From The Magic in Our Bones 🦴🕺
Nico is giving me "What's up?" face when I drag him across the school parking lot. He points to Mel's name on his phone. "Nope. Mel's getting rest, and we're going on a field trip." This piques his interest. He dances around a bit at the thought, and I have to keep my hand in his to keep him from ZIGZAGGING in front of oncoming traffic. "Come on, Spooky Scary Skeleton," I say with a laugh, pulling him onto the sidewalk with me. “If you're going to dance all silly, at least do it out of people's way." He points at the parking lot we just left, about to where my car is. "No, we're close enough to walk. We're just waiting for..." "Here!" Azura bounds up behind us. "Sorry I'm late. Miss Bliss had a question about my English outline."
November 28, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips. I actually wrote this word into TLC in one of the newer sections, but just found this earlier bit and thought it would fit much better.

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“Miss Jennifer?” someone asks from my right, and I spin my head around to see a very unexpected sight. A large caterpillar, coloured yellow and green in a dazzling zigzag pattern, stood in the hallway there. Half its body is upright and regarding me with an intense gaze from two large and dark compound eyes, while the other half stretches behind it. I can see that the other occupants in the hallway are avoiding going anywhere near this… person, or even looking at them. Must be someone important. “Yes?” I say in confirmation. “Good. I am Dame Voliannas, your legal council in this lawsuit against the Kowellian Entity. I will be handling your case today and for the rest of the trail,” the caterpillar, Voliannas, declares in a crisp, no-nonsense tone that reminds me of the second grade. If Miss Teller had been an insect, this is what she would have looked and sounded like. I resist the urge to shudder at the memory, and stand up to meet Voliannas eye to eye, and extend my hand.
November 28, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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#WIPSnips | zigzag

Again, not a word I have, so we're doing vibes/mood - this time, back in Blood on the Snow and Sabbat musing on the thieves' roads and rat-runs of Old Town

( saranadosfiction.com/2020/06/15/b... )
The night’d started off bitter, even at street level, and by the time Sabbat had made it back to Old Town the temperature on the rooftops had plummeted to the kind of raw, vicious cold that stopped breath, stole feeling from fingers, and made any attempt at full-speed roof-running suicidal at best. Lucky, then, that that wasn’t what he was planning. *There’s a difference between hunting and chasing. No sense wasting time and energy racing over the rooftops when all I need to do is wait for prey to come to me.* It wasn’t going to be that easy, mind. Old Town was big – bigger than most people gave it credit for, given half of them only ever saw it from the bridges in the other Quarters – and the rooftops were a maze of rat-runs and hidden passages, constantly changing as people added storeys or knocked down half-rotten extensions. Add in the summer fires and the deliberate traps and deadfalls the gangs built along the borders of their territories, and you had a labyrinth easily as deadly as anything the old Adakari mage-kings had been able to dream up and a hundred times more vicious for being home-grown (say what you liked about Sacaan, its reputation for bloodthirstiness was sodding well deserved). Course, that all meant a good deal less if you knew it – and, for all he’d spent a fair amount of his life so far at sea, Sabbat was more at home on the rooftops of Old Town than half its residents were on the streets. *Which means this bastard, whoever he is, is in my territory. Which means I get to make the rules.*
November 28, 2025 at 8:47 AM
acturek.bsky.social
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I don’t have the word, but …

Aaran high on the mountain vibes #zigzag best.
I’ve shared this before. I hope you’ll indulge me and enjoy it again!

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Not far below, the trail he had ascended wound across and down and doubled back, across and down, repeating the pattern for thousands of spans. From where he sat near the innermost face of the curving range, he could not even see the tops of the trees growing on the slope beneath him. He loved the solitude and quiet, broken only by the wind soughing in the grass and the cries of the eagles, by whose outstretched wings the mountain dwellers made measure of vertical distance. Even more, he loved the view. About and beneath him, encompassed by the peaks, the land swept away and down like half a bowl in deepening shades of green, with the silver-green Forest puddled at the bottom. Straight ahead, the pale blue-gray shape of a far distant mountain blended into a softening sky near the horizon. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 28, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #disorganize

Aaran is undergoing one of the transformations on his spiritual path.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Alone now, with a door ahead. The mountain weighed heavy over its impassible lintel. He faced the irreversible progression to the hidden realm: the deep. It was no place for a tree. He melted into the peat and diffused himself. He regretted it immediately. Shapeless and DISORGANIZED, he was particles and he was fluid. For long moments he found himself a quivering mass, unable to discern which of them comprised his truth. He oozed in no direction. Particles stymied him,punctured his wholeness. Parts of him surrounded the particles, countless parts and countless particles; and those parts flowed into each other, searching, sifting, slow to become what he was. Time and time again, an unmeasurable count of times, the merging around and between the particles and thrusting them behind. At last he formed a whole. There beneath him, the particles were stone, and he a gobbet of water upon it, a liquid tension of spirit, a draught that must flow. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 27, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

Frenemies take on high school, witchcraft, and daemons–both personal and magical.

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She parked in front of Triskelion, hoping it was open Sundays. Frankly, it looked like a junk shop and not at all like the type of place that would provide a magical lamen at her standard. Could a witch even have a second lamen? Well, it was worth a try. She was here already. Silence greeted her inside. There were no customers. No surprise there, as the place reeked of mothballs and old lady perfume. Teetering stacks of chairs, tall bookcases, piles of furniture, and random boxes crammed the store’s entire front section, creating a maze-like path that reached toward the innards. As Rowan made her way in, the larger items gradually gave way to smaller pieces that looked closer to antiques than junk. The back of the shop was as disorganized as the front, and off to one side, above a closed, slightly charred wooden door, a wonky sign read Dee’s Almanac—Books. Right. More like where they buried the bodies.
November 27, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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‘Mostly, birth-shock makes the baby gasp and breathe. If not, slap its bottom. Suck the muck from its nose and breathe the life in, very gently. When I had the wasting fever, you dealt with the mess and the pain. There’s no other man I’d ask.’
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

Frenemies take on high school, witchcraft, and daemons–both personal and magical.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #AmQuerying #witch
November 27, 2025 at 10:52 PM