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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 17h

I felt my heart lurch at that smile, both wondrous and terrifying. I couldn’t move; I just sat gaping at her. Until her eyes flicked up to the ghost phone.

“Another mortal has created that wretched device,” she said, and her words were like music.

I managed to nod, “I… I made it.” #BookishTues

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 17h

Alice and the other delegates were invited to a party, which was the closest analog. They had all been given Gliesen clothing to wear; Alice had leapt at the chance to wear the long, gauzy skirt. Janice was concerned that the gauzy skirt was the only clothing they were given. #InkMine

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 17h

There’s something especially eerie about amusement park graveyards. The ghosts of sugar, laughter, and joy haunt a place like that – and create a disjointed counterpoint to the decaying attractions and weed-choked grounds. Eva moved the loose fence board and slipped inside. #Penstricken

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 17h

He said they had to hurry as the rain began in earnest. He led her through a flooding storm drain. Outside under the night sky, the storm clouds seemed endless. She turned her face toward the rain and let the water wash the dust and blood from her skin. #RetroArtPrompt

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

The seated fey laughed, and its sound was like that of silver coins falling. “She meant no harm.” The words dripped scorn, and I shivered both in fear and with a longing to see the fey again. “A mortal witch in a graveyard so near Samhain means no harm.” #VssFantasy

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

The calliope slowly released the first notes of Danse Macabre. Eve grabbed the post the animal she rode, rising and falling as the carousel picked up speed. Riding with only the candle created a zoetrope effect, and her shadow loomed and shank with the horned beast that had called her. #Scribtober

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

The sun cast its garish scarlet light over the priests and the entire room. Everything and everyone appeared bathed in blood and fire. She shivered, the colors making her think of the Corrupter. She took a breath, walked to the altar, and then turned to face the assembled priests. #VssMagic

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

She scanned the data the mermaids had collected about the oceans.

The colonists hadn’t known enough about the moon, and they hadn’t bothered to check before they brought all of their poison to the surface. She twisted her tail, anxiety crawling over her flesh. #Whistpr

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

"Hey," he said, standing a few steps away from her. She tilted her head up, shielding her eyes from the sun. She noticed that his eyes trailed over her boobs for a second before he looked at her face.

She nodded back, her gesture as cool as the waves.

"I hope I'm not bothering you."

#WSS366

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 18h

My sequined leotard glittered under the stage lights. Before I entered the box, I took off my coat, black with tails of course, and tossed it off stage with a flourish. After all, the whole point was to get the audience to focus on me and not on Erik.
#BlueSkyRelay

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

The sounds grew louder. The harvester was walking in a circle, first clockwise, then reaching the starting point, pausing before resuming a counterclockwise circle. In her mind’s eye, Eve saw the pattern of medieval labyrinths. Had she been wrong? Was this a Christian practice after all? #VssMagic

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

“I have hunted and am well satiated on the blood of my prey.” His fingers caressed her flesh, “But I do crave your flesh, witch.”

She felt his wild eyes upon her and felt the frisson of fear – of being prey.

His nose twitched, and she thought that he could scent her fear.
#Whistpr

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

She heard the swoosh and rustle of the harvest long before she could see anything in the field. But the sound took her eyes from the heavens and back to earth. She could see the tops of the stalks rustling and falling. It seemed the harvest had begun #WildWalkPrompt

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

Those watching say nothing, only stare and whisper to themselves. She watched the whispers collect, twisting together. She felt them press against her. They tear through her hair and slap her face. "This is not what I meant." The whispers push closer, reaching inside her to squeeze organs. #WIPSnips

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

“You’d absolutely enjoy an invitation to one of my parties,” She stepped closer to him, deciding that the Coven had nothing to worry about with Tom and Stacy, when she felt it, a ripple of magic that filtered in from the living room.

“Shit,” she and Nick said at the same time.
#WSS366

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

They followed Setch into the altar room. The room stank of rotting fruit and blood. The floor has stained dark pools that Soshay wanted to pretend were from animal sacrifice and not the priestesses of Zel. Soshay watched Chacon turn her face from the altar, pale and shaken. #VssMystery

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 1d

She wondered if she had left the radio on at the far end of the house. She forgot about the music when the phone rang for the tenth time in an hour, and she ignored it, listening to the answering machine tell the world she "cannot come to the phone right now," followed by a long beep. #MoonMystic

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

She met his eyes, black and animal-like, and she shuddered.

The priest’s tongue lolled from the maw of the mask, and what she’d assumed was fur was his bare flesh. Finally, Drusilla’s warnings made sense. She was chained at their scourging post, at the mercy of men who were wolves. #HorrorPrompt

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

Tabitha stared at the hulking silhouette of the church against the stormy sky. The candles flickering in the windows hinted that someone must be inside, and as her car wasn’t going to start, she rushed to the door, only seconds before the rain started.

“Hello?” she called #Penstricken

Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

Brunhilde looked disappointed to lose her companionship, but agreed that it was a good idea for Amira to rest as needed while she acclimated to her new body. Amira drifted in the water, floating closer and closer to Onidine. The pull of the other woman was too much to resist. #RetroArtPrompt #SFF

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

She noticed his eyes glittered from liuqui. “Did you have a vision tonight?”

He nodded brusquely and sat next to her on the bed. “I should not be here.” He whispered, letting his head fall into his hands. It smeared the skull makeup, and somehow it made his face more ghoulish. #Scribtober

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

Eve wasn’t a meteorologist, so she didn't know if the storm was a tornado, but she was an occultist and could taste the magic in that storm. It wasn't natural. But something about this whole story felt off. If it wasn’t a mowing devil, could it be a genius loci or old-world agrarian cult? #VssMagic

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

Peter, John, and Wendy tumble out of the car, giggling. Somewhere in industrial L.A., surrounded by warehouses, they walk hand-in-hand-in-hand. Engulfed in a cloud of glitter and sticky-sweet smoke, they walk to a warehouse door. Digging through their pockets, they hand over their tickets. #whistpr

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

I felt his heavy, gloved hand on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he jerked my head up, forcing my eyes to his. His scent of musk and oak washed over me, intoxicating me in a way that no human drink or drug could replicate. #WildWalkPrompt

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Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈 @lucyashwood.bsky.social · 2d

“I hope you like it. This is my special recipe, something I came up with after leaving Budapest.” She watched him sip the coffee.

As the silence grew, she wondered if he hated it. Not everyone liked the cardamom and peppercorn blend. “If you hate it, I can make you a regular cup.” #WipSnips

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