Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman
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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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Amber and Julie post tree-climbing videos so that their 100 to 200 viewers can vote on who is better at it.

Julie usually wins, since Amber isn't very athletic and often needs a boost from Julie to even get started.

#AwesomeCharacters
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

For the sake of this hypothetical, your characters have social media in their world.

Do they use it? What kind of things are they posting about? Pictures, video, or text? What do they have as a profile pic?

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grieving the living

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He moves up onto the mattress next to her, enveloping her in his arms, cheek resting against the top of her head. His tears soak into her hair, damp traveling down the strands to her scalp. Ana burrows into his warmth but can't conjure any words. She sits and waits and lets him sob fragments of speech against her forehead, her cheek, the crook of her neck.

She isn't sure how long they sit like that but it's long enough for Ty's sobs to go silent and the quaking of his shoulders to still. Even after the crying ends he stays wrapped around her. She makes no move to push him away and he doesn't speak.

Alex isn't dead. Ana knows this. She'd told everyone as much after he'd disappeared but they'd assumed it was the trauma speaking.
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Am I supposed to be able to read something here cuz all that happens is a message “labeled by the author” when I tap the gray bar. Or is there no snip here?
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Today’s #wipsnips word is “push”. Sometimes the universe just compels you to show up and you don’t know why until you get there. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting
I stepped out of the car and walked around the back of the house to Anne’s apartment, pushing the door handle to let myself in like always, but it didn’t budge. Anne’s door was never locked. What the hell was going on? I knocked a little louder than I’d meant to and, when the door finally opened, found Anne’s sister Patricia staring back at me. Peering past her, there were Anne’s two nieces and nephew, sound asleep in Auntie Annie’s bed. 
         My anger at not being invited to whatever was going on quickly subsided, replaced with panic. Anne’s sister lived in Iowa or Idaho or some other, middle of nowhere, vegetable producing state. What was she doing there? Why hadn’t Anne mentioned she was coming? Something was very wrong.
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Word of the day. Push. WIP. The man across the water
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#WIPsnips "push"

The young narrator offers a few observations and at least one big spoiler at the very end of Chapter 1 in "Sidewalk Games."

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[Excerpt from Chapter 1 of "Sidewalk Games" (by me):]

I don’t know that there were exactly a hundred bottles in the den. I never counted them. I mean that I never *finished* counting them. I started to count them twice, but both times I ran out of time. The second time, Mom called me because it was time for dinner. The first time, Grandpa’s friend the bear came in, and when I was just a little kid I was still kind of afraid of the bear, so I got nervous and left the den when he curled up on the couch with the wrong-colored stripes.

I sort of laugh at myself now when I think about how I used to be scared of the bear. Little kids don’t know a lot of things, and sometimes they’re scared of things they don’t need to be scared of and they’re not scared of things they *should* be scared of. When you’re eleven years old, you have to get over it. That’s what Grandpa told me on my birthday.

“See those two ones?” They were drawn in blue and yellow squiggles of icing on top of my birthday cake. Grandpa smiled that funny smile he smiles sometimes, where only one side of his mouth goes up but it pushes up his cheek like a circus strongman lifting one big barbell. “You gotta stand up straight now. Like them. You gotta stand up tall, and be a man.” And he blew out my candles. But Mom lit them all again and then I blew them out after everybody sang. Grandpa did stuff like that, and Pop said he “doesn’t know when enough is enough,” and I didn’t really get what that meant because it’s like asking “when is a banana a banana?” and the answer is *always*, because when would a banana *not* be a banana? But Mom always pretended that Grandpa just didn’t really do that stuff, and she put everything back the way it was, and we kept going from there.

And the next day was the first day that I flew, so sometimes I think that Grandpa made my birthday wish for me, because he knew what I really wanted, even if I didn’t.
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Me too! I’m developing quite the crystal-collecting habit lately. Wonder why? 🧐
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Rushak would post occasional session videos probably.
Drisal would post pictures of family outings and new and exciting finished gem projects. Maybe he’d use SM to advertise products for sale!
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

For the sake of this hypothetical, your characters have social media in their world.

Do they use it? What kind of things are they posting about? Pictures, video, or text? What do they have as a profile pic?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Just as Looccup pushed off the ground, memory hit Lawcket making him sick for having forgotten all this time about Awny, the boy who had been prisoner with him, who Awndrith had kept as a stable boy. They had only been together for a few days, . . .
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Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips

The word for October 13th is "push"

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October 13 - push
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A mare-y Monday to you!
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Bay Arabian Mare named Zil thrusts her head toward viewer with her tongue sticking out. She is tied to a tree and has a star on her forehead.
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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
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Drohim isn't there to tell Seff what to do, but her sense of justice still is - just like it was before she even met him.

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	Rhugada’s hand clenched around my shoulder, surprisingly strong.  “Seff,” they said with quiet urgency, “this isn’t our fight.”
	I could have said the same thing about the bullies beating Mibby in the street on the day I first met Drohim, or about half the fights I’d been in before then.  Every time Drohim went out to defend the common people, it was against an enemy that hadn’t directly threatened him, either.
	I looked over my shoulder at Rhugada and told them the truth:  “Maybe not yours, but it’s mine.”
	“Blade Volentus isn’t even here,” they hissed.  “No one is going to blame you for not playing the hero.  You’re hurt.  You’re outnumbered.”
	I felt Rhugada’s grip loosen as I firmly pushed their hand off me.  “None of that’s ever stopped me before.”
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#WIPSnips "Push" from Fight or Flight

Previously unseen scene! AL goes in to help Sam, who has gotten caught while clearing out a clog in the large pipe that feeds air, coal, and glittercoal to the ship's alchemical engine.

AL doesn't know how alchemy works, but knows heat and its dangers…
Ebook screenshot from Fight or Flight:
"The pipe swelled there, getting rounder - it belled out almost like a boiler itself. Mixing chamber, they said, something like that; it was supposed to let the glittercoal and coal mix with the hot air before it went into the engine. I didn’t know how it all worked, but that’s where I found Sam.

  He was faced toward me, struggling with something at his back - he reached out to push off of the wall but his hand recoiled from the hot metal, the air that swept past us shimmering with heat. Spots of the walls here - and the pipes further ahead after the junction, especially - glowed faintly with intense heat, not fully red but just a faintly orange glow from within.

  We had to get out.

  “Sam!” I shouted as loud as I could, but even the distance from my mouth to my own ears was too great - I could feel my shout in my throat, but couldn’t hear it. The roar of the air and engine was too loud."
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From One Bad Tuesday: Chapter 8 (coming soon) - Ties That Bind

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Ahroun narrowed his eyes.  He felt the air chill as Tommy pushed off against the counter to stand at his back.  The other dragonborn’s claws clenched his shoulder gently.  He looked between Gaius and Doran.  “What ain’t you telling me?  I can smell it.  What?”

Doran shuffled from foot to foot, rubbing his shoulder.  “Ain’t 100% sure it’s even her.  Like maybe something wearing her.  I dunno.?”

“You mean that whore demon?”


“I dunno.  Just…something was off about that place once she went inside.
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#WIPSnips for Oct. 13, and some characters are 'push'-ing their luck a little too far

The heroine of this #upcoming #creaturefeature is finding nearly-ex-boyfriends more annoying to deal with than things that go bump in the night
an excerpt from "Monsters Among Us : Teenage Wasteland" by Michael Spearwater
The word 'push' is highlighted
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	“And the rumor?” she pressed. Her eyes were stabbing at him.
	“Um…” He had this nervous pose sometimes, where he folded both his arms behind his back and somehow reached up to scratch the nape of his neck at the same time. “I… didn’t actually say it that way, or at all. Um, I was still a bit sore that morning, y’know, but I couldn’t really explain it to the guys. Like, where to even start? So they had fun making their own guesses and… and… I didn’t say no to any of ‘em. The whole team came up with the final product, I guess you could say.”
	She stared at him, daring him to say more, but he maintained his embarrassed silence. The sigh that departed her lungs was only the ghost of her annoyance, given limited voice in the world, but it still made him jump. “I can imagine that, unfortunately,” she said.
	“So you’ll forgive me?” He practically bounced at the thought.
	“I’ll keep it under consideration,” she said. “That much pissed-off ain’t vanishing so easily. But.” Regina extended a hand. “Make peace, not war, and all that.”
	“I thought it was ‘Make love, not war’?” And that damn grin was back.
	“Don’t push your luck.”
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Today, the #WIPSnips word is #push. We meet Erik's next-door neighbor, a quiet ex-military man with a rose garden, who harbors more #secrets than a video game guide in the '90s. Erik needs to find out what the man might know about #Wolfe.

#UrbanFantasy #Supernatural #Thriller #BYPMW #OftDTftW

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“The name’s Les.” His voice was like a muted roar, even when he spoke ‘softly’ in normal conversation. “You don’t gotta be afraid, kid. Come on over!” He grinned and gestured to a bench near one of his rose trellises. “I ain’t gonna sit down ‘cause of my joints, but you’re welcome to. Not like I got an exact number, but there’s not too many more times I’m gonna be able to sit down and get up again, so I try not to push it.” He let out a hearty chuckle, punctuating it with a quick, hacking cough. Apparently, my unconscious appraisal of his health had been accurate enough. I wondered if there were any other surprises Lykaios was going to throw my way. 
Taking the offered seat, I marveled at the magnificent range of scents that surrounded me. The smell of automobile oil and heat-softened road tar was muted by the fragrances of flowers and nutrient-rich earth. I found myself relaxing a bit as Les DeSanto busied himself trimming a particularly beautiful rosebush. The strange ingenuity of humanity once again crossed my mind as I looked at the lush semi-mediterranean garden thriving in the middle of a desert. It occurred to me that his water bill was probably astronomical, all in the course of maintaining this little slice of paradise.
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	“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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CW: Sexual Content
Push; this time I'll let the snip speak for itself
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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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#WIPSnips Push. The party finds themselves aboard a ship of Paladins as they set off at sea.

Text in the alt.

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“If you were thinking of pushing me over, I’ve already heard you,” I laughed, turning to my right to see Bedlam walking towards me. 
“A consideration,” he replied, standing before me, staring at the Paladins.
“They’re as inexperienced as you suspected, Bedlam. I will have you know the only reason I didn’t hear you approaching sooner is because my ears were too far lost in disbelief by the words passing through them.”
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I feel so bad I can’t keep up with you all who don’t show up on hashtags! 😭
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So I'm a victim of the current BlueSky bug, where my posts with hashtags don't show up in the hastag's feed. Many users have been seeing this since October 7th.

Followers and people who check my profile can see them. As an experiment, could someone quote-post this and add the #WIPSnips hashtag?
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Goblins and ghouls? I told you this was a Halloween book.

Still time to read your copy before the holiday! www.christianakins.com/grimportents

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"Hello." It slowly turned its head to face me.
"Who have we here?"
"What? You don't recognize me? I'm the guy
who loaned you the tux."
Its smile stretched even longer. "Well, well.
Bill Baker, I presume. That's a fine new meat suit. It does you justice. Pudgy and worn down-perfect for a man as insignificant as you. My thanks for your spare. I've poked around your memories and I think I've made a greater impact with your body in one day than you have in your entire life."
My ears flushed and I tightened my fists. It knew exactly how to push my buttons, but I needed to maintain my cool for a minute longer. Behind the demon, I watched Grace carefully usher her mother, on hands and knees, out the open door. I let out a fake laugh. "You think so? Because from what I've heard, you spent most of your time in a jail cell. Big bad demon subdued by a bunch of human cops.
What'll all the other goblins and ghouls say?"
It dropped its smile, taking a step towards me
as Grace and her mother finally crawled out of sight. Grim Portents banner featuring a skeleton hand holding a feather and emerging from an open book. The title is on a burning banner that envelops the feather and a large beast looms over it all. At the top, the tagline reads: Welcome to the first day of the end of your life…
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Elyan is driving a wagon while Rathaliel rides alongside.

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When Rathaliel opened her eyes, Elyan was only a little way ahead, brows furrowed in concern. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked as she approached.

She started to say, ‘I’m fine’ – she could shove it aside at least until they stopped for the night, or possibly forever – but to her horror, her throat grew tight and tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

‘Fuck,’ she said instead.

Elyan was already standing, arms outstretched, and she manoeuvred her horse so he could enfold her in a hug
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#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter - From the very first page! One of the few 1st POV sections I've ever written. The Demon King himself, bemoaning his power like the edgelord he is XD
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None could contest me. None could match me. For a time, that had been cathartic and satisfying. Utterly crushing all who opposed me. It was something I could revel in. I did so for a few centuries.
Yet, it was empty. Crushing those weaker than myself was pointless. The intelligent ones either never contested me, or fled the moment they comprehended how far beyond them I was. The fools died in droves at the most basic of my spells.
I craved martial combat, my claws rending flesh, and they couldn't even push me enough to get that far. #WIPSnips
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October 13th through October 19th.
October 13 - push
October 14 - ultimate
October 15 - care
October 16 - might
October 17 - loaf
October 18 - dodge
October 19 - trial