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Sage T. Greene, Author
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I’m that friendly acquaintance from way back when—hope you’re doing well! I’m all about the vibes. I write whatever tickles my fancy, whenever my fancies are tickled.

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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 27d
Happy Halloween 🎃

#Novmemeber starts tomorrow! Feel free to participate around holidays and life— take part whichever days suit you, and catch up/drop in whenever, if you like!

Prompts daily at 12 AM EST

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingQ
A prompt game for the month of November, titled #Novmemeber (as in meme). Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some fall-style leaves in the corners. Prompts: 1. Introduce yourself w/predictive text (e.g. “I’m _ and I write about...”) 2. With a GIF: the vibes of your WIP 3. A meme that summarizes your MC 4. Inside jokes/references in WIP 5. Your Antagonist’s green flags 6. A song that reminds you of your WIP 7. With a GIF: MC at the start of WIP 8. Write your WIP’s plot using only emojis 9. Draw your MC in 60 secs 10. Get to know the author: a fun fact about YOU 11. What is your MC’s fursona? 12. With a GIF: how do you feel about editing? 13. A meme that would make one of your characters laugh (who/why?) 14. Draw your Antagonist in 60 secs 15. Describe your MC’s home like a real estate listing 16. Anti-comps (what’s the OPPOSITE of your WIP?) 17. What subject could your MC info-dump about? 18. A meme that summarizes a secondary character 19. An alternate title for your WIP 20. With a GIF: out-of-context spoiler 21. A song you think your MC would like (purely vibes!) 22. Your MC’s red flags 23. With a GIF: MC at the end of WIP 24. What is your Antagonist’s fursona? 25. Anti-tropes (tropes you’ve purposely avoided or put a twist?) 26. A meme that summarizes your Antagonist 27. Fan-cast at least 1 character 28. A song on your writing playlist 29. With a GIF: how was your month? 30. Tell us where to buy/support and don’t be subtle!
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#Novmemeber 28

Share a song on your writing playlist. This doesn't necessarily need to relate to your story—just something you like to listen to while writing.

(If you don't listen to music while writing, adjust the prompt however you see fit!)
28. A song on your writing playlist A prompt game for the month of November, titled #Novmemeber (as in meme). Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some fall-style leaves in the corners.
November 28, 2025 at 5:00 AM
sagetgreene.bsky.social
A note on green paper says "Thankful for my friends in the Writing Community, heart (love) Sage." Fabric pumpkins and a plant in the background.
November 27, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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Making sweet potato soup in a self cleaning kitchen seemed appropriate for Thanksgiving in todays #WIPSnips. From DDQ about finding out why a spaceship accidentally creates a planet of ducks. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
Gloria busied herself with cooking. Vivid orange smears covered the normally pristine white worktops but it was a relief to see some colour in the room. Gloria had even spent a lot of credits on real flowers that were already wilting under the harsh lights. The florist had told her they were sunflowers but Gloria had liked them as the petals were the same colour as Isley's eyes. More splatter covered the kitchen as Gloria started to blend the last few chunks of sweet potatoes. And then she wiggled in excitement, causing the blender to veer to the left, when the blue light started to blink rapidly. Isley was nearly home. Smooth orange splatters covered the pristine surfaces and a thin, black scraper emerged from the edge and ran over the dirt to suck it up. Mess was not allowed in Isley's home and Gloria had, eventually, got used to living somewhere that lacked both grease and dust.
November 27, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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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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#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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#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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#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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adregem.bsky.social
Here's one from my older WIP "Miraculous Horrors." #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi
The shape shifted and rose, and Riven could see four legs. It paused for a heartbeat, then slunk away, down the side of the rail bed, towards the river. Hollow, disorganized music followed it. Like wind chimes. Fuck. Panic closed in. She tried to remember what Yago said about cacus.
November 27, 2025 at 2:17 PM
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#WIPSnips 27: disorganized

When you're not a STEM type, but you have to try to explain genetic engineering terms to scientists from another timeline.

How nicely collated would *your* explanations be?

#SciFi #ScienceFiction
Then, ‘zinc fingers.’ Of course, I knew jack shit about zinc. After some struggles, I remembered: “Look like copper!” Atosho and Manayka took notes as I gave a semi-coherent history of the penny. Finally, they relented. Nerugo and T’ramoi were huddled trying to figure out what element ‘zinc’ might refer to.
November 27, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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valwrites.ca
Omfg. I'm crying. I'm going to die of desiccation. With my final breath, i praise Jared
jaredgoring.com Jared Goring 🇨🇦 🇺🇦 @jaredgoring.com · 18h
I put the leftover flyers for "Boom Goes the Bride" by @valwrites.ca on the break room tables at work today. This means I got to overhear some very fun snippets of conversation and also be confronted by the fact that my coworkers are children.

Highlights in thread:
1/7
November 27, 2025 at 6:19 PM
sagetgreene.bsky.social
Oops! My bad, the Itchio sale was set as a bundle 😅
This is now fixed, and each individual item is available for 50% off!
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November 27, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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Fiancé and I are celebrating Hobbit Day today! First up was our mini Scottish breakfast (admittedly this was far too much food to start off with lmao). And because I’m extra I spent an hour making an official menu for it. We are of course watching the LotR trilogy all day.
hobbit Day Breakfast Mini Scottish beans, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes, tattie scones, sausage, bacon Orange Juice Second Breakfast Cinnamon Rolls Matcha Latte/ Coffee Elevensies Spinach Artichoke Dip & Assorted Crackers Mango Mimosas Luncheon Turkey & Pumpkin Pierogies Pumpkin Beer Afternoon Tea Earl Gray Shortbread Assorted Tea Dinner Fish & Chips Pumpkin Cheesecake Mead Supper French Onion Soup Port A vector image of a hobbit hole with a red door A plate with tattie scones, sausage, mushrooms, bacon, tomatoes, and beans on toast
November 27, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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kleighdiaz.bsky.social
Today, I'm thankful for the friends I've made here. The #WritingCommunity in general and the #WIPSnips community, specifically, without whom, I would not have met those incredible friends. They are talented (*so* talented, multitalented, all the talents), kind, inspiring, kinda hot, more adjectives…
reaper-man.bsky.social 🖼️ Samuelo da Vimci 🖌️ @reaper-man.bsky.social · 2d
Brand new sketch! 😁 My friends and I were joking about what animals we'd be if we had the choice, and it resulted in this. Presenting...

Almost Home.
A picture of some woodland animals sitting on a wall, looking at a forest. From left to right, a crow laughing with a deer, an owl leaning on a beaver, then a rabbit and a fox. Done in pencil, with the contrast, clarity, and brightness slightly raised because I'm terrible at taking proper photos. 😅
November 27, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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Forgive me for the sentimentality, but this Thanksgiving, I’m so grateful for this writing community that’s welcomed me in. You’ve given me joy, wonder, hope, and friendship during a tumultuous time in my life. Thank you. ❤️

Here’s a poem I love. No machine can dig this way. So let’s keep digging.
Digging By Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To scatter new potatoes that we picked, Loving their cool hardness in our hands. By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man. My grandfather cut more turf in a day Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Once I carried him milk in a bottle Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up To drink it, then fell to right away Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods Over his shoulder, going down and down For the good turf. Digging. The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it.
November 27, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate! And happy Thursday to everyone! I’m so thankful to be part of this amazing community. I truly would not have made it this far without all of you. I love ya 🫶
November 27, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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#Novmemeber 27

I don't envision any of my characters as actors, and I also know hardly any actors by name, so this was difficult! 😩

I do know that the princes (especially Drake) are in the ballpark of Chace Crawford.
November 27, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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#Novmemeber 27

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! Feel free to come back to this one if you're busy today (or claim this is a work thing and use it to hide in the bathroom for a few minutes—I'm not judging!)

Fan-cast 1 character (or more) from your story. Doesn't have to be a modern celeb!
27. Fan-cast at least 1 character A prompt game for the month of November, titled #Novmemeber (as in meme). Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some fall-style leaves in the corners.
November 27, 2025 at 5:00 AM
sagetgreene.bsky.social
EBOOKS & MUSIC 50% OFF 📣

Spend an upcoming winter evening wrapped up in the cozy novella, TOUCHED. Or spend your days off with the entire ETHERI trilogy.

*Sale goes through 12/7 for those currently participating in the mass blackout!*

itch.io/s/169144/hol...
ko-fi.com/sagetgreene/...

💙📚 🌈✒️
50% discount off Sage T. Greene's digital
Visit Sage T. Greene at Ko-fi for 50% discount off digital
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November 27, 2025 at 3:27 AM
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Hi friends! On Friday, I'll be hosting another artshare/give away for two VGen artist codes!!
November 26, 2025 at 9:57 PM
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CW: Severe wound and magical healing of it

One character that surprised me in Felcrown is Dignity's badass mom, Hope Dunandrien. I knew she'd be a former adventurer but between that and moms being tough in general, she is unstoppable and become a really fun side character.

#WIPSnips #DnD #WriteSky
Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'stop' highlighted. “It’s—” Hope covered her mouth and coughed up a handful of blood. Dignity rushed over to her and put her hands on her mother. She willed more healing power to manifest but nothing happened. “Mom, heal yourself, please! I’m trying but I can’t get it to work again.” Hope struggled to get air into her lungs but managed to remain completely calm. She forced a painful deep breath and coughed out the magical phrases while gesturing. Thankfully, her hands glowed again with the healing light as she put them to her chest. They could all hear several bones crunch back into place and the wet squelch of flesh resealing. Through it all, Hope’s only reaction was to pull her lips tight and hiss quietly. “Ok, I’m better now, you can stop fussing. Dignity and Rajak, can you get some wet towels from upstairs so that we can clean some of this up?”
November 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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Grio gets desperate before the god gives him offer that could save his life. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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November 26, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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#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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#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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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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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