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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.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Final edits?✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 23d
Dune 2 X The Unbroken

In a city under constant threat, those gifted with psychic abilities are honed into warriors charged with defending their home. Sylin and Naraha, born with the gift, are conscripted into a brutal guild to be trained as killers against their wills.
#QuestPit #AgentsGuide
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jundlife.bsky.social
Our hero muses on radiation
From "HatWIP"
#WIPSnips #Writingcommunity #Writesky #WritingPrompts
The background radiation of the area is still above normal to this day. The health department says it is an acceptable amount of ‘above normal’ and not to worry about it. Just like they told the young woman. Boy, is that a relief. Radiation is known historically for obeying the laws and regulations of humanity. The atoms are doing nothing wrong. They are simply shedding their extra ions in a valiant effort to decay into a sane and stable element such as lead. Just another example of the thing we call entropy in action. The slow breakdown of all things. The beautiful glow of radiation is really just an attempt of the atoms to join a perfect state free of chaos. I envy their ability to actually make it happen.
November 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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rammwriter.bsky.social
I had to flip this to organise.

#wipsnips #amquerying #sffwriters #writingcommunity #writersky #timetravelauthors #speclit #amwriting #authors #thrillerwriters #writerandreader #writers
#revspirations
November 27, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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papadjinn.bsky.social
System → series | Tok finds himself in a temple under the eyes of different Gods than his own True Mother and he doesn't feel comfortable.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
The stone temple was smaller than the wooden one that was built within the Uesn village, but it was still big enough to fit many series of people. Yet Tokonus could not help but feel a sense of claustrophobia under the gaze of the stained-glass windows. The young lord was not beholden to any other divine than the True Mother, but that did not quell the anxieties that bubbled up inside him. Tokonus was uncertain the length of the ceremony, but he only hoped that it would not last. This space with its pews, statues, and holy servants in their sacred garb did not feel safe – not for the Lukshen; not for the stranger.
November 25, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

A nice little party turns suddenly uhh, not nice 😰

Hope everyone who's doing Thanksgiving today has a lovely day & no sudden crystal bomb attacks! 😁

From Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“What’s happening?” someone called. Beneath the sounds of distant screaming, a new sound began to take shape: an angry chant, though the words were indistinguishable. Then, down a nearby lane, there was a blinding flash of light. Without a sound, but with a vibration that shook the earth even where they stood, one of the stacked slave-dwellings lost an enormous chunk of itself, as if some invisible giant had taken a bite out of it. “Crystal bomb!” a man shouted. The crowd erupted into panicked shrieks. The sea of people now became a chaotic stampede, as everyone rushed to escape. Kena still hadn’t managed to fully grasp what was happening. But he saw Mireia run forward, against the flow of the crowd. He took off after her, heart racing.
November 27, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 27. "Disorganise"

I didn't have the word until a few minutes ago, so... thank you, Mileena, I guess?

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
“What exactly is your plan, Mileena? Bring them here to see how welcoming our city is?” “Can’t you take them home?” Taven arched a scaly eyebrow. “Me opening a portal to Outworld would be enough cause for a hotheaded kahn to declare war, you know that.” “I know, I know!” Mileena groaned against her thoughts, even more disorganised in this maddening dimension. “Then you bring them here, and then you help me past the magical barrier, and we’ll all be gone!” His grin awoke in Mileena a primal desire to tear his flesh apart. “That’s already two treacheries you asked me to commit in the last minute alone.” “What are you so afraid of?!” She closed her fist, nails digging into skin, to avoid reaching out and shaking the Dreamweaver. “You’re one of the Twin Dragons, by Ourálous’ seedpods! Mother can’t touch you, the people will never rise against you even if they ever find out you helped me, and if they even think of it, have Orin snarl at them, maybe eat one for emphasis, and they’ll leave you the fuck alone!”
November 27, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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wreybies.bsky.social
The #WIPSnips word for November 27th is "disorganize" - Gonna hafta vibes it with "messy". Happy Thanksgiving to my friends over on the US mainland. Hold fast. Stay strong.
His last stop was the yard where pitch, oils, and grease were kept. Less grand than timber or victuals, and rather messy, but just as crucial. Without grease, the great winches seized and axles cracked, ropes dry-rotted, frayed, and snapped. The stores were serviceable, but only just. Enough for now. If the next carts did not arrive on time, they might feel the pinch.
November 27, 2025 at 12:35 PM
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ellielieberman.bsky.social
#WIPSnips

From my WIP, When Morning Comes
The Queen's desk was like wind-blown leaves in autumn. Chaotic to the untrained eye, but elegant in its beautiful brilliance. There was as much intention as there was heart and protection. In comparison, the leaflets, an eye-sore contrast of white against the unforgiving dark wood of the King's tables and desks, was the type of organized with the intention of purposely and malevolently misleading. That came from something to hide. Fra glared at them, as though to decipher what pieces were missing. - When Morning Comes Ellie Lieberman
November 27, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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abdicatedblood.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
Ryani reflects on his time in the FIC military, and enjoys doing the one thing he's best at...
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 3: Rise Up, Strike Harder)
The space around Zoridian VIc was on fire and strewn with debris, the Echoes had a hole in its side, and there were intercepted comms about FIC reinforcements. But, the FIC fleet was scattered and disorganized, the warship in command having been taken down almost as soon as the fighting started. Ryani winced as he remembered watching the warship debris rain down on the moon’s surface. The asteroid turrets had now been set to fire automatically on anything matching FIC ship silhouettes, barring the single one transmitting the control signal. Now, the Echoes hunted down the remaining FIC ships, firing single shots of liquid metal into their ill-prepared hulls, tearing them to pieces in seconds. It was satisfying stuff, taking down the feds. Ryani regretted having ever been a part of their armed forces, even if he’d never done much oppressing personally. Mostly just garrison duty, then that quarantine station… ugh. He hated even remembering that place. Ten years with no outside contact, only FIC propaganda to read, watching a barren world slowly be consumed by a mutant plant. Ryani tensed, switching thruster controls from aft to stern, slowing the Echoes as it came around in its orbit of Zoridian VIg. Two FIC destroyers huddled together in a close orbit. Their crews no doubt frantically attempting repairs and trying to regroup with the rest of the fleet. Tiny dots moved about the hulls and between the two ships, humans on EVA repair duty, proving Ryani’s assumption. Ryani grinned, knowing they’d never get the chance. His hands moved so quickly they seemed to have a mind of their own as he flipped switches and turned dials, reorienting the ship by careful activation and deactivation of its thrusters, adjusting the power sent to them as needed. This was what he was meant to do. The crazy shit nobody else could. No one could work a ship's controls like he could. No one he’d met, anyway. He glanced back up at Nikrianth, who stood at the commander’s post atop the bridge…
November 27, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips! Today's snip from TLC is a teensy bit longer than usual, but I felt the scene deserved it at the very least.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“What’s up?” she asks seriously. “The three back there want names for the two ships,” I say, gesturing back towards the three alien observers. “Told you we should have thought of this before. But what’s that got to do with us?” “I thought, since they’re gonna be riding on the thing with us, they might like a crack at suggesting some names?” Cynthia looks me dead in the eyes, surprise and concern plastered over her face. “Seriously? In front of these three, you want to ask a bunch of soldiers for serious name suggestions?” “I don’t see why not,” I lie, knowing what might fall out of these people if prompted. She looks even more concerned, as if wanting to warn a toddler not to run into freshly poured concrete, but then she visibly shrugs as if telling herself it’s not her problem. She turns to the now somewhat disorganised soldiers behind her and starts in on the stereotypical drill sergeant voice. “Hey, listen up! Boss needs a minute on the double! No funny business, Dennings!” “What did I do?” Dennings asks in mock shock. I choose to ignore it. “Right!” I say loud enough for everyone to hear, hoping this will turn out to be a good idea. “I need name suggestions for these two ships! Anyone have suggestions for dynamic duos of the heroic variety?” “Butch and Sundance!” one new guy at the back says, and the entire group starts laughing. Another chimes in with ‘Doc holiday and Wyatt Earp’, causing even more laughter. “Some serious suggestions please?” Cynthia says, and her voice has a slight threatening edge to it, causing the laughter to die down.
November 27, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#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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ellielieberman.bsky.social
🐲 Short, sweet and utterly charming
🪶 an easy read and both fun and cute
🍃 a modern-day fairytale or a fantastical Black Beauty

#booksky 💙📚💙
A Dragon's Treasure cover: Purple dragon scale background. Shadier in the top right corner and a glare of light in the bottom left corner. Centered title "A Dragon's Treasure" in glowing white text with a purple off set. The word "A" and "Treasure" are in a capital plain text. The word "Dragon's" is in cursive. In the same cursive text, in white, reads "Ellie Lieberman" centered at the bottom.
November 26, 2025 at 5:54 AM
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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
No ‘disorganised’. Best I have is ‘messier’.

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
“Listen, Argum, I’m doing everything I can to put a stop to this, one way or another, but I’m afraid I’m having no luck at the moment.” Boulder tried to push down the epaulets without success. “It’s just … things keep getting worse. My wife is a complete stranger to me. There’s another queen, now, to make things difficult and I just think it’s going to get messier before it gets any better. And I … I’m not sure I can cope with it all. It’s just all so … difficult.” “Oh, I’m sure you’ll get through it, sir. We all have to deal with hardship, sir.” Argum tried to gather more straw to sit on, but a warning snort from the pig had him pushing the straw toward her. “May I ask a favour, your highness? A boon? Tell my wife, Merida … tell her I love her. And my Reeme. I never said it enough, sir, and they won’t let them visit for me to say it now.” “Of … of course. Of course I will.” Boulder felt like a fool, talking about his problems to a man, sat in a cell, with a belligerent pig, condemned to death and unable to tell his family he loved them. “I’m going to stop this, Argum. One way or another, I will stop it.”
November 27, 2025 at 9:07 AM
jundlife.bsky.social
Our hero muses on radiation
From "HatWIP"
#WIPSnips #Writingcommunity #Writesky #WritingPrompts
The background radiation of the area is still above normal to this day. The health department says it is an acceptable amount of ‘above normal’ and not to worry about it. Just like they told the young woman. Boy, is that a relief. Radiation is known historically for obeying the laws and regulations of humanity. The atoms are doing nothing wrong. They are simply shedding their extra ions in a valiant effort to decay into a sane and stable element such as lead. Just another example of the thing we call entropy in action. The slow breakdown of all things. The beautiful glow of radiation is really just an attempt of the atoms to join a perfect state free of chaos. I envy their ability to actually make it happen.
November 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
Our hero muses on a nice morning - (sure hope nothing bad happens later)
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
I am back in the field. Daylight. The sun has just risen creating a second golden hour as the light sparkles off the wet grass. The weather front has pushed away the rain to the north and hurricane Erin is preventing anything else from coming from the south. It creates a perfect cloudless sky. Skiers would use the word ‘blue bird day’ up in Stowe or Okemo.
November 26, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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rammwriter.bsky.social
I dont have impede, so take delay.

#wipsnips #amquerying #sffwriters #writingcommunity #writersky #timetravelauthors #speclit #amwriting #authors #thrillerwriters #writerandreader #writers
#revspirations
November 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM
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cheerfulmelancholy.bsky.social
I highly recommend this book! It was such a lovely read, and I absolutely adored the characters and story. I've been meaning to do a proper review, but just know it's an excellent book to read while cozied up under a blanket with the cat on your lap.
sagetgreene.bsky.social Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 5d
Cozy reading for a holiday weekend!

A family of royals aims for perfection and tradition, but a series of whirlwind romances could send the veneer of perfection and desire for tradition up in flames.

🌼cozy vibes
🌈queer rep
💕3 couples
😌a cast to root for

Choose your retailer: linktr.ee/sagetgreene
The covers for TOUCHED by Sage T. Greene. "Touched" in romantic font and a bouquet of flowers. The left version is the BLACK Edition (black background, "spicy, open door"). The right version is the PINK Edition (pink background, "clean, closed door"). The image background is of silk fabric.
November 23, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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ellielieberman.bsky.social
A third name hardly impeded the search for the initial two. It was the least she could do to return the favor. And, it could win her a few more points with the friend of so many she was coming to care for.
"Eacann?"
Ari's face fell.
- my WIP, When Morning Comes

#WIPSnips
November 26, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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arachnereid.bsky.social
One permaculture technique to moderate extreme climate is to #impede cold northern winds.

#WIPsnips
A wall of tall trees blocked the breeze from the north. Rooftops slanted southwards, holding solar panels and black hoses for hot water. Angled windows let in passive solar heat and light.
November 26, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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m-walshwrites.com
#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Went with something similar:
The scythe blade cut just above Katrina’s head. She felt the force of it as she ducked, along with a few lost strands of her hair, and countered with an upward swing of Anathema. Connor Falx blocked with the staff and shoved. She barely avoided having her nose broken and tumbled backward. She might’ve sprung back at him, but her bad knee stalled her. He followed with an overhead chop aimed at her skull, so she rolled across the icy concrete to create distance. Snow sprayed and swirled around the ancient bridge over Nul-Var Ravine. Wind howled in the gorge beneath them, and the dwindling light turned the day a grim and oppressive gray. Connor stood at the stairs marking the end of the bridge and watched her with cool eyes as he twirled his double-bladed scythe. “Still got some spark in you. Maybe you are the Ghost Princess.” “Pretty cocky before the fight’s really started,” she replied. “I guess you are a Scimitar after all.” “Oh, ho-ho!”
November 26, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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papadjinn.bsky.social
Impede → disrupt | Not sure if I posted this before, but, Tok and Othelia have a conversation about the future of Dawnleaf.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
“You’ve learned me well,” Othelia began, pulling away from Tokonus’ embrace. “The particulars may just go over your head, as little as you know of Dawnleaf, but I will give you what insight that I can. At present the people of the Lumberlans, the Doklans and Portlight are under the control of the Frostborne. I want to disrupt that command, to make the totality of Dawnleaf independent.” Removing a scroll from its perch within a bookshelf, she unrolled it to reveal a map. For each point on the map, she placed a carved wooden piece; a ship for Portlight, a hound for the Lumberlans, and a fish for the Doklans. The totems were in place; she turned back to Tokonus. “These are the lands divided and if we only provide freedom without authority to head our territories, there will be a power vacuum. However quiet things may seem at first, there is bound to be a struggle later.” The Lady of Acosta pointed to the hound and raised her chin. “We need a seat of power, a stable voice for the masses to follow and that will be the Lumberlans – that will be Acosta. If we are to obtain the throne for those two, we will need to have their full cooperation.” “You mean their submission,” Tokonus corrected with a frown. “I am not a child, whether or not I can understand Hemsen politics or commerce, I can understand that much. There is no reason to hide your hand.” “Don’t be petty, Tok,” Othelia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, we will vassalize them, but I don’t plan for us to treat them like cattle. Whatever word we use, hierarchy is the only language that these people understand. That is their culture, it is the one way they will know peace... with their tails pinned down neatly under a thumb.”
November 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Fun fact: in the original Wizard of Oz, the Emerald City wasn't actually emerald. The Wizard just made everyone wear green spectacles so it looked like it 😎

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
Some of the comments, however, had been written by my mother. My heart did a little dance the first time I recognized her loose, looping cursive. I’d had no idea that I would find her own words here in these pages. It was almost like being able to hear her voice again after all these years. Her comments were different from the ones left by the Librarians. She was always trying to draw the story back to our world—looking for a meaning beyond simple definitions. “The people are unable to see their true reality. Is it the same for us?” She had tried to tell me years ago. We were all wearing green spectacles. We were all looking through lenses that limited our view, blocked out all other colors, all other possibilities. There could be different ways. There could be other worlds. Had my mother finally made it to her own Oz? Why hadn’t she taken me with her?
November 26, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #impede -> hinder

Drisal must follow his Imperative. Shalhra, no ordinary horse, feels that urgency too.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Drisal felt his face shriveling. The frigid airstream numbed his head. Night ran past without a stop; dawn was colder. The heat of his life trailed away behind him. But Shalhra, his faithful bolt of argent fire, reckoned neither cold nor miles. Rethen! Drisal cried, over and again. He could slow time. He could! He laughed, feeling Shahra's power flowing up through his thighs, denying his own exhaustion. Not steepness of mountain, sharpness of hail nor thickness of forest would HINDER his frantic chase. His love could not be scorned. Strange cries and drumbeats impinged from all directions. Trees flowed past like skeletal ghosts. He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. He had ridden straight across the plain through the night, avoiding the Amarnénd, and figured he'd entered the forest near the Kigal foothills. Which meant Kudrum. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 26, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 26. "Impede"

From "O, Pale Moon," a new short story in the #ChroniclesOfTheRealms mythology.

CW for implied drug addiction.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
His gaze strayed upwards, to a dark corner of the mountain. He couldn’t see it from here, but he knew the Cavern of the Pure lay there, waiting. A place for introspection, the monks would sometimes climb up there to give offerings to the Elder Gods and meditate. But the cavern served an even more meaningful purpose: deep in its heart lay the chamber where the monks went to cultivate, unimpeded, for as long as they could. Before Johnny arrived, Liu Kang had once stayed there for six months. Six months without food or water, without moving a muscle, uttering a single word, or opening his eyes to daylight, only cultivating his Breath. Kung Lao had gone as far as four months. Kai, two weeks, and even that impressed Johnny, who still struggled to meditate for more than an hour without getting fidgety. He had no delusions of ever getting close to Kung Lao’s level, let alone Liu Kang’s, but would he ever be there by Kai’s side? One step at a time, he reminded himself. Four years ago, he had been chasing doses of poisonous bliss, downing bottles of false hope. Three years ago, he had been atrophying in a hospital bed, unsure if he would ever get up again. And now here he was, not only out of bed but climbing mountains, practising real martial arts, and learning to control something he never knew he had: magic.
November 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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theronshan3666.bsky.social
Oof. i have a lot of page notes to sort through and upload to the archive.
We are moving along and I even have some ideas on the next generation too.
I’m already well past the Swtor timeline.
It’s now a full fledged fanfic.
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#WIPSnips #AmWriting #OriginalStory #StarWars
November 26, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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rvillanova312.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
Didn’t have ‘impede’ so we have the synonym ‘stop’.
Does this work?
#Writing #WritingCommunity
November 26, 2025 at 12:07 PM