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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 · 4d

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

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Lock always imagined rain in the desert would be a welcome and soothing thing. The soot in Seba’s air, however, made wet weather feel dirty. It was climate that spread illness. Illness he had no doubt that was festering among the refugees in Malison Coliseum. The people were dying a slow death, and although he knew Cassie wasn’t among them, he couldn’t help but imagine her out there in similar conditions: cold, sick, and dying.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 16h

Internet summoning song goes "EEE AHHHH WEEEE EBEBEBE WAAAAHHH SHUUUUUU HEEEEE Welcome"
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

I find myself back in my room. I shouldn’t be here. I should be in my treestand enjoying its sanctuary before the inevitable frost robs me of the option. Instead I am once again staring at my Gateway. This electronic temptress, usually only good for revealing sexual acts I have no hope of commiting, now holds another forbidden pleasure; knowledge. The original sin.
The dial-up noise is too loud for the hour of the night. The DSL people need to hurry up and free my geographic location from the restraints of using the telephone lines for all forms of communication. I hate how other people can physically hear when I am surfing the Internet Super Highway. This is supposed to be a private affair.

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Jessica Fisher Riches - is Querying and Drafting @prahajess.bsky.social · 9h

🌙 Previous Moons 🌙

A prequel to Early Magic
- Modern druids in Wales
- Dark Academic setting
- Boss Bitch Villain

Marged: Before she was a Boss Bitch, she was a...teenager.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #YA #F

Images: a young man at a window, a red-haired woman mid-ritual, a dark ocean, bottles; text: She said it doesn’t matter who the father is, because she’s the baby’s mother—she said this in the most insufferable way possible (I nearly chucked)—and she’s going to raise the baby by herself and it’s going to be beautiful. She also said Beltane babies are “blessed.” Really, that was the word she used. She is so absurd. As if it’s not totally obvious who the father is!
Anyway, now Aunt Nia has said that she’s only staying here until the minute Eira turns 18 and then we’re on our own and she hopes social services let Eira take care of a baby and a spoilt teenager on her own, because it will serve her right, and that we’re lucky our parents left us some money.
Ugh. So now I’m going to have to live with some bawling brat in seven months. Wonderful.

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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 12h

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

“She’s been gone too long,” Celeste said, walking back and forth. “She should never have followed that man. What if she doesn’t come back?”
He eased down, still feeling sore, and wrapped himself with the blanket. He had no answer for her but checked his pistol regardless. Just to be safe, he reloaded, too.
“I can’t …” she said, still pacing. “I shouldn’t have let her go. I should’ve gone down there with her. She needs me.”
“Celeste, at this point, it’s pretty clear Lamont does not respond well when people … you in particular … tell her what to do or not do. I don’t know what our options are if she doesn’t return, but if nothing else, we can take heart in knowing she has no intention of dying easily.”
I hope.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 5h

Hello there! Who is down for a weird little tale of psychic warriors who sometimes fight dinosaur-like creatures and sometimes things a little more....human. Oh and people tell me it's Omni POV. I just think that's neat.

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨Drafting New Project✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 20h

Morning #Wipsnips. Today started poorly, and i'm hoping this pain goes away eventually.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

For years following that singular event involving Jennifer, or Jay as she preferred to be called, no galactic nation noticed the movements amongst themselves, the changes quietly taking place. No one questioned anything until after the wreckage stopped burning, and the questions remained unanswered until it was too late.
The results of all this have been… up for debate, to say the least. A mixed reception of outrage, terror, annoyance and, most curiously of all, hope. Humans have proven to be a uniquely chaos causing species, even if they themselves live and work in an incomprehensibly thick fog of their own rules with which they govern their lives (and chose to ignore at a moments notice as well).
It is a time of unprecedented change and upheaval in the galaxy, and we should continue to observe in the hopes that the end results might not be as bad as the doomsayers are broadcasting.

— Professor Drintrax Rik Neyernion of the Union of Galactic Rim Universities
An excerpt of a lecture to new anthropology students, circa 2122 (earth reckoning)

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El(iza)beth @elizabethtitus.bsky.social · 11h

The subgenre #noblebright overthrows the dark lord, saves the world. Arthurian legends. Star Wars. In Tolkien, "Aragorn rather than Frodo and Sam (who are #hopepunk as hell)."
"The work is never finished. The work will never be finished."(Alexandra Rowland)

⬆️ with tempered #hope 🌞🌱

#HopePit Community @hopepit.bsky.social · 3d

Let's spin visions of hope & resilience!

🌞🌱

We hope you can JOIN US Nov 9 for #Hopepit, uplifting all types of media under the big #hopepunk & #clifi ⛱️ umbrellas.
Here on 🦋.

#solarpunk #permaculture #hopecore #hope
#WritingCommunity #GameDev #IndieDev #TTRPG #Comic
#WriteSky #Writers #MusicSky

Flier for #Hopepit
Sunday, Nov 9
community connect Nov 5 - 8

🌞🌱 Let’s elevate hope! 🌱🌞

An inclusive community-building hype event for voices of light & vision in the darkness.

Open to creators of all media telling stories of hope, resilience, sustainability, mindfulness, climate change, & collapse navigation

#Hopepit

🌞Use the #Hopepit hashtag to share your pitches, books, videos, articles, and art

🌱We encourage the use of additional tags, like: #hopepunk, #solarpunk, #clifi, #IndigenousFuturism, etc

🌳Not sure which genre? JOIN US anyway!

🌱We 💛 resource sharing & discussion threads!

@hopepit.bsky.social

climate fiction hopecore hopepunk clifi #Climatefiction nomadpunk solarpunk #solarpunk #hopecore indigenous futurism pitch hype permaculture

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Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 14h

October 12th – hope

Today we are in Anthropomorphic, my urban fantasy.

Ray is trying to arrest a suspect. It could be going better.

CW: violence

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I noticed the smell first, a heavy, pungent, petroleum stench; then I saw the bottle at her feet. Lighter fluid. From how intense the smell was, she had dumped the entire bottle into the carpet while I was distracted. This fire bug had come prepared to do more than burn a little skin this time. She had been planning to immolate her next victim. She might still manage it.
I reached for my gun, but the lighter was already falling from her hand. I covered my face with my arm and turned away as flames erupted from the carpet. I looked back up to see her running for the door. The flames weren’t that bad, yet. I could go after her, but if I did, the unconscious bus boy would likely burn. Shit.
I grabbed the boy under the armpits and dragged him towards the kitchen. The room froze as I pushed through the door. I passed the unconscious employee to the man nearest me. “There is a fire in the hall. Take him outside and call 9-1-1. I’m going to go and get…”
I left the thought unfinished as I sprinted from the room. They were all too stunned to ask questions at the moment, but that would change if I stuck around. Besides, if I had any hope of catching up to Carla, I had no time to waste.

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Gert Ramm 🦋 @rammwriter.bsky.social · 14h

#wipsnips #amquerying #sffwriters #writingcommunity #writersky #timetravelauthors #speclit #amwriting #authors #thrillerwriters #writerandreader #writers
#revspirations

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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · 14h

Trust instead of hope today. Tok and Othelia find themselves in a familiar bit of tension~
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

Othelia stood there silently for a moment; her hand placed together in front of her. Her eyes searched him, but for what he could not say. Without warning she snatched up his chin and moved close to his face – dangerously close. Their eyes were locked now and Tokonus found
himself unable to resist her gaze.

“Do not ever lose control with me again Tokonus. We may dance back and forth, we may bear suspicions of one another, but if you find yourself losing my trust... you will never get it back. Do you understand?”

It was Tokonus’ turn to study Othelia, and he did so with great interest. It wasn’t fear, excitement or resentment that he felt to her. Could it have been – respect? Was that what he saw when he looked onto her? It didn’t matter, he knew what he wanted to say. Tokonus placed his hand over hers and he spoke.

“You can trust me. You can trust me with your everything.”

Othelia tensed and she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. He did not waver, he did not back down, his eyebrows narrowed and he held her hand just a bit tighter. The lady averted her gaze first and for once Tokonus felt as if he had the upper hand against her. She did not give him the time to savor the victory. Without another word, she let him go, turned on her heels and walked away.

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maggie @maggiesbooks.bsky.social · 15h

The #WIPSnips word for October 12th is "hope"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

After we finished dessert, the DJ called everyone to the middle of the room to dance. My mom was on her fifth glass of champagne, her Louboutin heels traded for socks, pulling my dad on to the dance floor. In May, they’d be married thirty-five years. I hoped I never had to get married more than once.

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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 5d

Thanks to everyone who liked my cover in the AllAuthor Cover of the Month Contest 🥰

Made it thru round 1, which was my main goal 😅

If u already voted, you're allowed to vote again in round 2! If u don't want to make an account, you can do the anon vote (see 2 at a time and pick ur fav each time)

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Prof Emily but Spoopier Now @professoremily.bsky.social · 18h

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

I've shared snips of this part before, but I don't care. It's one of my favorite sections ❤️

Mireia contemplating the fact that she's fallen for Kena, despite her intentions.

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.

In those moments she looked at him, and she truly believed he was the Sun Father—the personification of hope itself—and she hardly dared consider herself worthy to stand beside his light.
But then, usually in the same moments, he would go and do some small, silly human thing—make a stupid joke and laugh at it himself, nose crinkling—and then he was just Kena again, her dearest friend, making her heart explode into butterflies.
Any little thing he did was enough to pluck the strings of her soul. He’d bring her something warm to drink when she wasn’t feeling well, or for no reason at all. He’d quietly leave a flower from his garden lying around somewhere he knew she would find it. She’d catch him lounging in the sunlight, playing his pipe to himself, and her body would ache to touch him. The sickness became worse and worse every day. He didn’t even have to do anything, and he could set her off just by being there, existing. His hands, his hair, his smell—the way his honey-colored eyes changed in the light—the shape of his mouth when he thought he was clever—the sound of his low, soft voice when he read to her from Ba’oti’s scrolls.
She wanted him. There was no use in denying it anymore. She didn’t know when it had happened, but somehow over the years, friendship had become fondness had become fascination had become desire. The takeover had been so gradual that she hadn’t realized what was happening until it was too late.

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 20h

Murple Hurkull is summoned, not too eloquently, it seems …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips

“You must come with me, Mistress Hurkull.” The owner of the voice stepped forward, noticed they had stepped in blood and stepped back, shaking their foot. “You must come with me, or you will be late.”

“That a threat or summat?” Behind the figure, Murple could see glints of sunlight shining off metal on two other figures.

“Oh! My dear! No! No, of course not!” The figure stepped to the side, waving an invitational hand. “It’s Continental Luncheon Day at the commissary and they stop serving at two bells of the afternoon.”

The commissary. Only one place had a ‘commissary’. Everywhere else had cafeterias or canteens. And a more sordid hive of scum and villainy she could never hope to meet.

She was going to the seat of power. The centre of Brutish politics. She was going to Partliment.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 16h

hehe 'boggle of fishwits'

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Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman @acturek.bsky.social · 16h

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #hope

It’s happened. It MUST be his fault! The mob rules.

POV Cerel

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

rebuild!" Falma shouted. "Banish him! Only then can we be safe."

"No!" Drisal shouted. "I can't work without
him!" Lord Deran glanced at him and frowned. But the damage was done. Shouts of agreement had already begun. Talman glared at her as those outcries sprouted dozens more. The foolishness spread
putridly around Cerel like the contents of a spilled chamber pot.

"What a boggle of fishwits," he muttered.

"Indeed." Jer looked over the crowd. Too
many people's attention homed in on their small group, and they started to close in on Rush and Drisal.

"Stop it! Listen to Talman!" Cerel boomed, in a final, fleeting HOPE that his celebrity status as newly Named would make him heard.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 16h

Everyone know that the standard RPG mission tree goes....level one - pick some apples....level 60 - kill God. Watch out.

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Dan F. Beast @danfbispo.bsky.social · 19h

Hope comes up a lot in this one, both thematically and spelled out. That's probably a good thing.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

“Well, we’re here, aren’t we? We should disembark and look for our contact.”
At a loss for excuses, Yana rolled her shoulders and gestured for Rook to lead the way, and lead the way they did. Within minutes, the two were negotiating the tubelike corridors of the small ship with a familiarity that made Yana suspect Rook had been wandering them restlessly since their last meeting—and when they came to a halt in front of a completely nondescript door and started knocking, Yana had to take it at face value.
Like before, there was no answer. Yana tried button she hoped was a the doorbell, but still, nothing.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 16h

Internet summoning song goes "EEE AHHHH WEEEE EBEBEBE WAAAAHHH SHUUUUUU HEEEEE Welcome"
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

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

Thank you! I was shookith

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Victoria Jayne (they/them) is querying ya fantasy @victoriajayneoh.bsky.social · 2d

LATE BLOOMER X THE HONEY WITCH

THE WITCH AND THE GROCER, a 78k sapphic cozy fantasy romance about a disabled witch and the butch werewolf who turns her life upside down
#agentsguide #amquerying #litagents #cozy

The witch and the grocer 78k sapphic cozy fantasy romance

The romance
Witch x werewolf butch x femme ownvoices heds rep firt time open door spice alarra thorene

Comps the honey witch late bloomer irregular witches and legend and lattes

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

Holy smokes!
I got picked for #10queries. Thank you #Revpit!
Now I get to fantasize about the poor editor who gets to read my wacky premise and first attempt at a query.
Sorry in advance!
#writingcommunty

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🕯️ El(iza)beth 🌬️ 🍁 K 🕸️ T 🕷️ @arachnereid.bsky.social · 5d

#WIPsnips : "safe"
#meditation

She focused on a mantra, thinking “light” when she inhaled, “root” when she exhaled. It felt so good, diving into deep meditation, grounding her energy. Deep breaths in her Niwa body, safe in a cave in what had once been Tennessee.
Suddenly, a rumbling brought her back to present awareness. A motor, quickly growing louder.
She cursed out of her meditative daze, regretting their choice to camp so close to the road-path.
Already tuned in, she opened to her guidance. “Stay where you are," the command rang in her head. "There is nothing to do but hide."
Her pack was right outside the cave wall. She sprinted out, grabbed it, and saw campfire smoke wisping out of the trees from their camp.
She was too far to help. She ran deep into the cave, now breathing to calm the panic rising inside of her.
"I am not afraid of death, I am safe where I am… I am not afraid of death, I am safe where I am..."

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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 2d

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Lily opened her eyes and met Pamela Lyta’s gaze. If she knew she was a demon, why bother making threats? Why hadn’t she already told the city guards or Clergy that a creature of the Black was loose in Everett? Why risk provoking her with a face-to-face confrontation? If it came to a fight, she wouldn’t just sacrifice some or all of her children, she’d bring the attention of Everett’s militia and city guard.
And she doesn’t want that.
“No,” she said. “I’m taking … Fury’s Grip, is it? It’s going to Celest as I promised. Feel free to try and stop me.”
Lyta hesitated, not expecting such self-assured defiance. She blinked in confusion, and the smug smile melted from her face. “You think I won’t tell the Clergy here a demon is in their midst? You’ll be dead by dawn.”
“But then what happens to Fury’s Grip? Because after the Clergy kills me, they’ll take it and send it to Celest themselves with an armed escort. You’d rather deal with that over little ol’ me?”
The last of Pamela Lyta’s arrogance shriveled as she realized Lily had correctly called her bluff. She’d thought discovering her secret gave her a trump card, but it just left them in a stalemate. Lily wouldn’t attack for fear of revealing herself. But the assassin couldn’t expose her without losing her prize to the Clergy.
“Last chance, demon,” she hissed. “Give up the Grip, or I promise this gets so much worse for you.”
“Maybe it will. But it’ll have to wait till we’re outside Everett.”

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Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman @acturek.bsky.social · 2d

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #prize

Rush’s slapstick demonstration of the wrong one has finally come to an end.

A lighthearted look the dynamic between Rushak Cerel and Drisal.

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

"Hurry up," Cerel muttered under his breath.
Rushak cleaned the fish carefully so all the
children could see. "Well," he said, rinsing the knife clean. "Bey was right. Small fish, small knife. It's always important to use the right tool for the job-any job—and the biggest tool isn't necessarily the best one." That made Drisal cough, and both burst into laughter when Rushak glanced up at them along
with the children, wearing the same bemused
expression. He got to his feet amid a dozen protests. “We're done for the day." He tossed the PRIZE to Bey. “Take that to your mother. I'm sure she'll find something to do with it." The children scurried off, and Rushak joined his brother and Cerel.

"That was some performance," Cerel said,
punching him.

"At least Lyn can't say I did not contribute
anything to the feast now."

Drisal raised an eyebrow. "One tiny fish?
That's really it?"

Brother's Keeper darling outtake

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