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Alexein Colt | Writer
@xeinale.bsky.social
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Writer of autistic and queer characters. Editing Barriers of Lies. Painter 🎨
Witty or Deep. Depends on the mood.
LGBTQ+

#writing #reading #painting #fantasynovel #author
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Alexein Colt | Writer @xeinale.bsky.social · Oct 8
I’ve never shared what my WIP is about. I shouldn’t call it WIP but it is still nurtured before being queried or, who knows, self-published. If you’re curious, this is a thread 🧵 that will help you decipher better by #WIPSnips 😁 opinions about this blurb or other thoughts is welcome.
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eliwoodsgheist.com
Hi sorry hi I'm going to be so self indulgent for a moment
We're hard at work getting BLUDEYE BEACH ready for release (keep an ear out for the release date!)
And so we're doing final checks rn
So i get to look at ~my book~ like it's a ~real book~ and

Damn. 🥹
#booksky #hqpress #bludeyebeach
A screenshot of an ebook. Chapter one: Welcome to Bludeye Beach. Decal of a coffee cup. Text: Edie Graysin had never felt more out of place than she did at this exact moment. It wasn't the bus or the station or the parking lot; those were all categorically normal. Instead, she was facing a challenge that none of her favorite fantasy novels had prepared her for.
December 8, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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angelikarust.bsky.social
I'm finally done. Book 8 of the series.
Took me more than a year to finish. It's about 113k words. Among all those words, my personal favorites are...

"Call when you need us. I'm happy to punch Nazis at any given time.”

mybook.to/ChildrenofSo...
#urbanfantasy #amreading #newadult #booksky
Cover pic for Children of Sorrow, book 8 in the Resident Witch series by Angelika Rust. It shows a girl against the background of a snow-covered forest, with snow falling down, and superimposed is a layer showing what's quite probably the snout of a wolf.
December 2, 2025 at 2:13 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
Woke up to this 🥰

I mean part of me still thinks „this person‘s just being nice“ 😁

#writingcommunity #writesky #queerauthors
December 2, 2025 at 8:39 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
I buried myself in another revision and disappeared from socials. Now the manuscript is back in the hands of some readers for feedback. Always scary. Exciting. Scary. Did I say scary? #writingcommunity #writesky #queerauthors
November 30, 2025 at 4:21 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
What the boomer says. 😁
#autism #neurodivergent #queerauthors

open.substack.com/pub/alexeinc...
November 12, 2025 at 10:23 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
If you are a reader who loves emotional layers and depth , if you’re a writer who wants to know more about diversity , you’re welcome to contribute :

open.substack.com/pub/alexeinc...
Writing Neurodiverse and Diverse Characters - Part 2
A guide to emotional realism in literature
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November 8, 2025 at 9:05 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
Oh this is nice. The in-between in my world is white. Multiple levels of realities are separated by barriers only few can cross (duh, chosen ones blah blah). Between the barriers there’s pure white, absence and calm. Except for scary Guardians that linger in there.
#fantasybooksky #writingcommunity
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · Nov 6
Hello, #NovemberWorldbuilders friends!
We're in COLORS week! Tell me about something in your world that's WHITE. Have you used it symbolically? Any special white clothes, rocks, animals, or magical artifacts you'd like to talk about?
#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 1: Colors Something in your world that is WHITE The image in the background is a blurred picture of a foresty/rocky landscape with lightning and a mountain in the background
November 6, 2025 at 7:15 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
Introducing Vanessa from Barriers of Lies.
#booksky #fantasybooksky #writesky #queerwriters
Character of the wip fantasy barriers of lies. Several traits are highlighted. She is Vanessa. High masking autistic person, can summon daggers. Has nasty secrets. Men are not easy topic. She’s stronger than she thinks. Can pull a fight.
November 2, 2025 at 9:51 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
Visualising Vanessa from my WIP, Barriers of Lies.
#fantasybooksky #rogue #character #booksky
November 1, 2025 at 10:44 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
I ended many sides of me for fear of not succeeding.
Most times it happens for fear of rejection and need for control.
If that ever stopped your creativity you need to fight that voice otherwise it will always win.
Be creative 😉 you can do whatever you want!

#writingcommunity #WriteSky #psychology
October 27, 2025 at 6:58 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #hat

Virgil rides through the woods searching for his two missing friends. Brother Theris appears rather suddenly.

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

I have a migraine, back later!
A tall, lithe Sheltri's form resolved from the forest colors of his cloak and with him the ath'kura he rode, streaked orange and gray like the tree trunks. "Oh, it's good to see you," Virgil said. "Well met." Theris smiled, his face crinkling around his soft gray eyes, and Virgil nearly sighed, so fully did that smile reassure him. He still emanated the deep peace Virgil had seen in no one else, still carried that harp; and that red squirrel still clung to the strap, almost hidden in the reddish-blonde hair spilling from beneath his green HAT. He was not nearly as thin for his uncounted years of self-imposed exile as Cerel and Rushak had become in only a moon away from Sheltria. Even though ... Weatherlin wheeled his horse about. He spared no time for happy greetings. "We were to meet at Del Gorrian. Why are you here?" His smile faded. "There is no way to Del Gorrian from here, even for me." Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
October 26, 2025 at 11:38 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
It's hat day? Sounds like a job for.... 'HatWIP'!
Anyhow here is something dark and spooky for spooky season.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
I cannot breathe. My brain and body panics. I have felt this before. I am drowning. I am dying. In just a few moments nothing I have done in this life will have mattered. My carbon will return to the Earth or be consumed by another living thing. The great change will still happen but I will not have to suffer through it. It is a mercy this mad hatter brings me. I do not fight him as I feel my senses beginning to fade. I am close now. Only a few more seconds. Oblivion.
October 26, 2025 at 11:39 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Short snip because holy shit, spoilers. But I don't have many hats in my wips & this one is iconic (to me 😂).

To be clear, this is NOT a normal outfit here.

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
A long garment made of some light brown material — not cloth, more like the bindings of some of the Old Books — covered her from her shoulders down to her knees, fastened in the front by several large buttons, and from the open sleeves poured more green cloth, covering her arms closely down to her wrists. A long piece of knitted red cloth wrapped around her neck and hung down her chest, and her head was covered not with a plain wrap like the other women of the Tenement, but by a red hat shaped like an upside-down bowl, with a ribbon around its brim. In her left hand, she carried a lantern that cast a warm yellow glow.
October 26, 2025 at 11:08 AM
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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
So many ‘hats’ in this story … so many …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips
“Eh? But I did tell you everyfink!” She’d grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the bar and he managed to squirrel away the glass. She hadn’t even drunk hers or paid for the drinks he had had. “Don’t put me in the nick, M’s’tr’ss! I just lost me muckers!” “I ait’n’t takin’ yer to the nick, lad. I’m takin’ yer back to my office.” Outside the Bird of Paradise pub, Mistress Hurkull’s pull on his arm grew tighter. “It’s whatchacall, protective custody.” “Ow’s custard going’a protect me, M’s’tr’ss?” He didn’t bother struggling, she was a good two heads taller than him and built of wiry old muscle. “Protective from what?” She stopped, spinning him around and looking down at him from under that strange hat of hers, pipe peeking out from under the brim and he had never felt as frightened in his life. And he was the kind that many a folk had tried their very best to, and only accidentally didn’t, kill him. He was used to staring death in the face, but Mistress Hurkull would make Death think twice about squaring up to her(1).
October 26, 2025 at 9:15 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips. Got a bit of hat play for you here from clipper, as Sam is still adjusting to his new environment in this particular early scene.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“What the hell is this? Are these spray lights or something? Are we on a sports field? Who builds houses in those?” Sam asked with tears streaming down his cheeks. Edgar sighed next to him. “Mind the step in front of you.” Sam edged his foot ahead and felt the one step while his eyes were closed, and carefully descended three of them onto a path that felt like it was made from slightly rounded paving stones. “I guess you need these now,” Edgar said and nudged Sam on the left shoulder with something. Sam opened his left eye slightly, still shielding it from the light, to see Edgar offering him a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses. “Hah! Yeah, those’ll work. Thank you,” he said, and took the proffered items and put them on.
October 26, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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xeinale.bsky.social
What’s the most unhinged talent or power you’ve read in a story?
In my story, Elp’da exist to influence realities with knowledge for shared growth.
They can swap bodies with people from other dimensions. But if that person dies, they stay with that face forever.
#fantasybooksky #booksky #WriteSky
October 25, 2025 at 7:57 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
When you “awww” at the dialogue you wrote.
🥹
#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #BookSky
October 25, 2025 at 2:17 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
They were very similar to pines, their base was of a dark green that could be mistaken for blue, and then they shaded towards violet, purple and finally a glowing pink tip.
More in alt.
#FantasyBookSky #writingcommunity #WriteSky
October 25, 2025 at 12:15 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
What’s the most unhinged talent or power you’ve read in a story?
In my story, Elp’da exist to influence realities with knowledge for shared growth.
They can swap bodies with people from other dimensions. But if that person dies, they stay with that face forever.
#fantasybooksky #booksky #WriteSky
October 25, 2025 at 7:57 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
Hi!

I am trying to open a conversation where more characters can be used. Writing Divergently is about a neurodivergent and queer perspective about topics like… the barber shop 😅

Have a look if you’re #gay, #queer, #neurodivergent

#WriteSky #writer

open.substack.com/pub/alexeinc...
Horrors of a Barber Shop
And a runaway queer boy from barber shops and other places
open.substack.com
October 25, 2025 at 6:10 AM
xeinale.bsky.social
What story does this lady inspire?
Mine turned pretty dark.
#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #booksky
Tell me a story inspired by this. Get creative with a prompt. I tell you one on the run. To those who take without consent: Every morning she woke up. Every morning she dragged her feet in the dump. The fishes she would sell didn't feed her. They fed someone else. Someone she cared for. A man, now old, who lived in the dark. He couldn't make out her shape when she brought him bread, milk or very seldom cake. He barely remembered the times when he had a wife. One day he was holding her, she was saying no. What was wrong with a bit of fun? What happened then? He wasn't sure. This woman came and went to and from his dark, mouldy room. Blinks and rubs wouldn't make out more than a shadow. Was she the wife he had? He wasn't sure. One day she came and a cling of metal startled him between his feet. Food didn't sound like that. He reached for it and touched it. "Yes," he whispered. "I knew it was you." And then he closed his eyes.
October 24, 2025 at 5:15 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
I just love how Jay treats Danny.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #queerauthors
There were a total of around twenty people, all around the same age, plus children and among them, Jay seemed to be the eldest. "Do you have siblings?" Jay shook his head. "I do. A brother. Older than me. We were never friends. But deep down, I love him. I hate him too. He's way braver, you know? He can really discuss with people and face them, and he always knows what to do, not like me." Jay mimicked curls and big eyes and then gave a thumbs-up. Danny burst into a nervous laugh. "Thanks, I guess. But I'm not just that, I'm a mess in here." Danny pointed to his head, but Jay didn't react. He didn't seem to back him up in his self-pity. It had to be a good sign. "That's why, I don't know if I have it in me. I feel like I don't have the strength to help you stop your father. I'm scared he'll get mad at me, and what do I do then?" Jasper's reaction showed uncertainty, with his lips pressed together, but he squeezed Danny's shoulder and, with a finger, he pointed at Danny and then at himself. Together._
October 24, 2025 at 2:00 PM
xeinale.bsky.social
The space in my head is getting tight
open.substack.com/pub/alexeinc...

For those who know how noisy heads need a space to rumble.

#wiritingcommunity #booksky
The space in my head is getting tight
Words and thoughts are flooding outside
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October 24, 2025 at 9:17 AM
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Windswept Desire is out now! A forbidden love, friends-to-lovers lesbian romance with all the yearning and simmering sexual tension a sapphic person could ever want. #booksky #lesfic #writesky #sapphic

Check it out on my website!
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description of windswept desire by jordan michelle Camilla is the princess of the kingdom of Amoura, the daughter of a brutal human king who has harnessed the power of magical beings to conquer and extinguish his enemies. She is sheltered from the reality of her father's rule; carefree, light-hearted, until the castle is taken over by a dangerous being with the power of mind control who has plans to turn the whole kingdom against Camilla before turning it against the world. Camilla's sworn protector, Aella, has been at her side since they were children. Irascible and commanding, even the stoic warrior cannot control herself when the desire that has been blossoming between she and her princess becomes all-consuming and impossible to ignore. But Aella has a secret that puts her at odds with her best friend, one that will push them apart despite their growing love. To save Amoura from utter destruction, she will have to reveal who she truly is, and risk losing her princess and the kingdom altogether.
October 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Noah & his 2 best friends are just hanging out discussing their future Careers. Just a silly little fun snip 😊 (I'm not being ironic this time, lol)

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
“Maybe I could be a Grower,” he mused as we meandered out into Marlon Hall, the first of Exeter Neighborhood’s web of corridors. “Get myself a Growing Room, grow some... y’know, lemons or something. Yeah?” “Nah.” I shook my head. I couldn’t see Kazuo as a Grower; he didn’t have the patience. “Or I could be a Communications Operator.” “Ha!” Jon chortled. “No way would anyone ever put you in charge of the communication boxes. You’d spend all your time making prank calls to peoples’ rooms.” “Not true,” said Kazuo. “Sometimes I’d prank call the whole Tenement instead.” “But you couldn’t tell lies, though,” Jon pointed out. “Rule 29.” “I wouldn’t need to.” Kazuo grinned like a fiend. “I’d just say something like, ‘Attention, tenants! Please note that everything is fine. There’s no need to panic. It’s all fine, really. It’s fine.’ And then everyone would start to worry, wondering what was really going on. And once they realized everything actually was fine, I’d just say, well, I told you.” I snickered. “And this is exactly why no one will ever put you in charge of the communication boxes.”
October 22, 2025 at 9:28 AM