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dreadwrites.bsky.social
academy -> school for today’s #WIPSnips

from my project, ICEBOX
Luke hid his hands in his pockets while the scientists worked. His field was forensic-adjacent, of course, but this wasn't his bread and butter. The last time he'd been at a crime scene was a decade ago, and in a much less professional capacity. When he saw bodies, they were half swallowed by black bags, always underneath the harsh morgue lighting. Clinical, scientific, detached. They were animals to be dissected like a high school science project; a visceral game of Clue.
January 31, 2026 at 12:44 PM
unclesean.bsky.social
#WIPSnips “academy”

Kaleidoscope starts the most exciting way possible: with an abstract from a fake scientific paper about butterflies.

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A Resurgence of the Western Green Hairstreak in Oregon Forests Despite or Because of Western Wild Fire Epidemic? Sharon Canon, Ph.D., Thom El-Fadil, Ph.D., Storm Morrison, Emony Stephenson, and Perseus Gibson The Wednesday Tech Environmental and Animal Research Institute, Western Oregon University Research Academy, University of Portland, Portland, Oregon ABSTRACT As of the writing of this paper the wildfires in Oregon have been burning for one hundred fifty six days. This paper examines the impact of the wildfires in the Western United States and South Western Canada on the ecosystem of the butterfly population with a particular focus on the resurgence of the Western Green Hairstreak (Callophrys affinis), a species classified as endangered as of 2056. In examination of areas devastated by wildfires in Oregon in 2074, '75, and '76 increased evidence was found of Western Green Hairstreak chrysalides while investigating overall impact on the insect and butterfly populations of the region. Taking these observations into account the team at the Western Oregon United University Research Academy began a project of observing Hairstreak populations and behavior. Samples of captured Hairstreak were sent for genetic analysis with data returned suggesting changes from past samples. Based on the genetic analysis and observations that suggest a strong resurgence in the population of the Western Green Hairstreak, it is theorized that a genetic mutation occurred in the Hairstreak population making them either more resistant to the harsh wildfire conditions, or, potentially, a mutation that makes those conditions favorable for the species. Further analysis is underway through lab and field research. To read the full article and other academic articles from The Journal of Nature and Conservation at no additional cost join WedsReads from Wednesday Tech. WedsReads offers access to dozens of academic journals and expert news analysis for a low subscription price.
January 31, 2026 at 12:37 PM
nickpwilford.bsky.social
No "academy," have "college." Corin is setting the cat among the pigeons but it's all still fun and games at this point in her VR adventure. From Artificial Life #WIPSnips #amediting #WriteSky #writingcommunity
January 31, 2026 at 12:36 PM
kaylee-scott.bsky.social
I didn’t have today’s #wipsnips word, “academy”, but I did have quite a few instances of “school”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting
Once a month, my parents would drive out to visit my great-grandma on my mother’s side and they always made me go with them. It smelled like urine and moth balls and reminded me of one of those creepy old movies where everyone was secretly a zombie. Most of the people staying there had long since been forgotten about by their families and hadn’t had a visitor in months, maybe even years. As soon as you walked in the door they sat up a little bit straighter in their wheelchairs and smiled, like it was school photo day. It didn’t matter who you were, as long as you were under eighty, had most of your natural teeth, and didn’t wear a diaper. They were excited to have company, even if it wasn’t for them, and they’d compete for your attention. My mother used to make me talk to them. It was like overnight I’d inherited twenty more great-grandparents who didn’t know my name or their own.
January 31, 2026 at 12:30 PM
woodenvelt.bsky.social
Wren gives Scarlet are hard time over a recent disguise.

From my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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“I suppose congratulations are in order.” She gave Scarlet a sideways smirk. “Mrs. Davey Bones has a nice ring to it. Sorry, I missed the nuptials.” Scarlet made a strangled noise halfway between a grunt and a cough. Wren tallied another win. That was the noise Scarlet made when someone said something funny but she didn’t want to laugh. “Like you’ve never had an embarrassing cover story,” Scarlet huffed. “Remember that time we dressed you in uniform to sneak into the Young Merchant’s Academy? You wore those schoolboy shorts and that terrible fucking wig.” “How could I forget? The tweed jacket gave me a rash for a week.” The short bob of Scarlet’s hair shimmered around her face as she suppressed another laugh. Wren didn’t bother trying to hide the snicker slipping past her lips. Silence settled around them, easy this time, like it had been days instead of years since they’d last seen one another.
January 31, 2026 at 12:14 PM
marinestjean.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
This is the closest I get to writing dark academia.
#lesfic #sapphic
Also, holy shit, this drops today!
mybook.to/Remembermons...
“I didn’t get any piercings!” Lisa crossed her arms. Pat cracked her neck. “No need to get so defensive. I would have thought a new piercing would be kind of stupid as a cadet anyway.”
January 31, 2026 at 12:04 PM
mrschadenfreude.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writingprompt

The Puppeteer is one of my favorite side characters to write.
“I’m not turning down any hot chocolate, especially this.” Maya took a sip and it was like nothing she’s ever tried before. This isn’t some powder. This was the real deal, “Holy shit, it’s like I’m drinking real hot chocolate for the first time…” “You might be. My wife’s recipe. I still have them all, but this is my favorite.” The Puppeteer settled down after ladling everyone their first rounds. “I’m sorry, what happened to her? What was she like?” “She was beautiful and kind. She encouraged me to realize that happiness was success, in and of itself. I walked away from academia and focused on my art. We traveled the world bringing joy to children wherever we could. I may have lied a bit. When I was in my prime, I performed my show for princes and princesses across Europe and the sultanates of Arabia. The Emperor of China asked me to perform Faust at the gates of the Forbidden City. But my success was not mine alone. Elisa lifted my spirits when I faced hard times. Her smile brought light into my life and her words soothed my aching spirit like a balm. I found happiness to be difficult without her. Her death left a void in me that I tried filling with the blood and screams of my enemies.” The Puppeteer noticed Maya down the hot chocolate, “Oh, more hot chocolate?”
January 31, 2026 at 11:51 AM
kamikaye.bsky.social
School instead of academy. I think no mundan folk in 'Cloudgazer' has that word in their language. Instead Vela griping with the UX of a book and shortcomings of her school. #WIPSnips #WriteSky
The cube didn't look like it belonged. The very fine lines of greenish light dazzling on its sides, barely visible for Vela, she adjusted her glasses to get a better look but no avail. Maybe a photo would help, she remembered that the smart ledger had a camera, like most smart-things did. She dragged it out of the backpack and flicked through it's pages for the programm. Its camera was positioned on the backside of the hefty book so adjusting it to the right angle took some akward fidgeting, good that no one watched this embarrassing dance of ancient user experience. Content with at least one of the pictures Vela considered her options. Just leaving it be or maybe ask the group ? Or even the ship ? She had no idea what the cube was or where it came from, only that it didn’t belong and not look like anything they, the alliance had in use, wrong colours, no text, no number etc. She barely remembered that there were other species with their respective technology. They had that in school, but she only recalled some beings with more crystalline like technology, definitely not like the thing here.
January 31, 2026 at 11:49 AM
kiraofthewind.com
#WIPSnips #WriteSky
I got nothing in Welcome to the Good Thyme Inn for this, so I'm gonna do a different story today. Here's the intro from Better the Devil You Know, a short story about Steffa's first day at Five Saints Academy where she learns the man who almost killed her is a teacher's assistant
Five Saints Academy, the most prestigious and esteemed school in all of Aloutia—if not the whole Pentagonal Dominion—admits only the greatest young minds of the nation. Money and status have no sway here, at least not since St. L’tsok made tuition illegal, killed off ninety percent of Aloutia’s noble families, and set limits to the amount of money any individual could obtain and own. Truly, the only way anyone can pass through those twisted gates of black wrought iron to become a student is to pass the entrance exam… or be born a Mind Godblood. Of course, it’s a safe assumption that any Mind Godblood could pass the test, if not through their own stores of knowledge, then by cheating. How could the professors test a teen’s knowledge when that teen could read the proctor’s mind for the answer? Or look into the past and watch the events unfold? Or watch whoever wrote the exam as they were doing it, no matter how far in the past it happened?
January 31, 2026 at 11:46 AM
sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 31. "Academy"

The Moonlight Storm makes another appearance!

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She floated up to the Academy’s highest levels, where the shipyard was located. No sign of her mother there, though that was expected. What she didn’t expect was for the guard at the door to the private decks to block her passage with his broad chest and hulking wings. “No one else comes in. Direct orders from Captain Nitara.” “She didn’t mean me, obviously. I’m just a little late, but I’m part of the crew!” The guard crossed his arms over his chest. “She specifically told me to not let you in.” Seriously, mother? “When was the last time you drank?” “What kind of question—” With no time to waste, Askaly jabbed two fingers into the man’s chest, giving him a minor cardiac arrest. If he had recently fed, he’d wake up sooner. If not, his imposed rest might last for a few hours and leave a headache as a memento. Either way, enough time for her to— Her jaw dropped when she opened the door to the high-security shipyard. Only one ship was anchored. One ship that could fit ten others into it. Askaly had only seen the Moonlight Storm in paintings and always thought the artists had exaggerated the proportions to make it seem as imposing as the stories made it out to be: “the Titan of the Skies that crushed the Conqueror!”
January 31, 2026 at 11:43 AM
erikachandler.bsky.social
Only regular high school and college students here, no academies. #WIPSnips #amwriting #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #NA #fantasy
Ashe moves deftly between tables, carrying large trays with combat-trained grace. He blends in smoothly, chatting with Rin and her friends and the customers, looking for all the world like an ordinary high school student. For once, I don’t sense any aggression from him. Just the focused awareness of a shinobi on mission.
January 31, 2026 at 11:40 AM
mikestruan.com
A #WIPSnips from chapter 1!
Guess where Kragh will end up!
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“Teach you? Me? No, no, my friend, I will not. Besides, what would the guild think? No, you deserve a proper education, more than any old wanderer can teach you. No, you should go to Winterstone. They have a school there, the guild. To educate new alchemists.” That wasn’t very surprising. Winterstone was the second-largest city in Wardenreach, after the capital, and it was the center of commerce for the whole north of the country. Every big guild was active in Winterstone, so it made sense that the Alchemists’ Guild would place their school there.
January 31, 2026 at 11:37 AM
jaredgoring.com
#WIPSnips "Academy" from FotF#5, Seen or Unseen

AL finds a bit of amusement in a not overall amusing situation, as they and Molly have been forced to hide in alleyways for a while to avoid the notice of nefarious forces…
Ebook screenshot from Flight of the Fates, book 5, Seen or Unseen: "I shrugged. “Maybe this one was hampered by its cage, like you with the iron, Molly? Didn’t look iron mind, but- don’t suppose something would work similarly on elves?” “Would, in fact. Almost everything has its toxins, its counters, its weaknesses.” Her chin rose a little, her shoulders pulling back a bit. Her posture and her voice shifting slightly toward the prideful, slipping toward the appearance of a professor or some other academic. It was quite amusing, in fact, given her appearance overall far more aligning with her current life in an alley. Her hair was in a tangled mess of a bun, unwashed. Her clothing dirtied and torn. Her expression might have been one of pride and academy, but the face it was upon was one of begging for coins and hiding around corners and of eating leeches."
January 31, 2026 at 11:37 AM
leahbauerwrites.bsky.social
a snippet I wrote yesterday

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An excerpt from the first draft of my Be Gay Do Crimes WIP: She blocks their path with her arms folded over her chest. “Attempting to escape, are we? Too bad you weren’t a little quicker. You might’ve made it.” “It’s three against one,” Mel says, raising her sword. “A prince wearing a bathrobe, a thief who can’t stomach killing a person, and a noble who’s likely only ever dueled according to fencing academy rules.” Helkar draws a sword in one hand and a wickedly-sharp looking dagger in the other. “I like my chances.” Shit.
January 31, 2026 at 11:31 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WIPSnips | Academy
Synonym because young Prince Lucian’s “tutoring regiment” is as intense as a full-blown academy lol
From Love, Death, and Revolutions
Lucian calls out the blatant classism both his father and tutor spew.
cw child abuse
“Master Pritchards is threatening to resign!” He was seething, pacing the floor. “Your indignant notions about his teachings have deeply offended him. The only sensible thing for you to do is to apologize this instant and improve your marks with his favour in mind.” I was glaring at him from my chair, sensing that he would come to lecture me soon enough. “I will not apologize, because I know I am correct.” “You are still a snivelling little boy. Nothing you say to that man would be in any way the correct thing.” “Oh, really? I am still just a ‘little boy?’ Is that why you give me the tutoring regiment of an elderly scholar? Is that why I have to sit in your throne room and listen to you rave on and on about how your word is the law, even when your people are suffering and looking to you for relief?” Father’s eyes were bulging in his rage, the vein on his brow close to bursting. “You truly think anyone would listen to whatever nonsense you are spewing? The moment they see your face, they will laugh and sneer. You are a cur and a stain on everything this family stands for!” I shook my head. “You are wrong. You will find that if I stood beside you as all your subjects listened to us both, then they all would follow me.” “Know your place, Lucian.” I stood up, facing him. My spurt in growth created less distance in height, and I used that as leverage in my defiant glare. “I will gladly help the people ease the weight of the King’s purse off their backs!” I had never been struck before. Never had anyone ever laid a hand on me. But on that evening, I was dealt a blow so hard and so violent that I could not tell up from down as I was bludgeoned hard in the face and thrown into my vanity from the strength behind it. White, hot pain bloomed from my nose and radiated my entire face. I curled up, flinching and cowering while expecting another blow.
January 31, 2026 at 11:27 AM
mrscreads.bsky.social
The problem with demons is that there’s always a price. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
January 31, 2026 at 11:23 AM
anthonycamber.com
The opening paragraphs of my next book, codenamed "AXIS 1". It's written in a hypothetical future dialect of English - no typos here!

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First time I see the guy who gonna tumble my life, he kicking dirt near the lock to the grey flat dome of Peba academy. He a redskin like me, or a brownskin mix. Under a thick hand shading the sunstrip, his dark big eyes scan the levels of the new block crowding tall next the dome. It like he counting rooms, or like he ent never seen a block before. Reckoned for nother dull day of same same. Nother day of sunstrip ticking across, of lux sliding round the wheel sector sector sector, glowing the grass and the towns and the lakes as stars spin. Nother day of me and the other dumb rando assholes with academy chores yawning through Systems shit til lunch. Nope.
January 31, 2026 at 11:22 AM
scottrochester.bsky.social
#WIPsnips 31 Jan 'academy'

HayWire explains to Conning. He has to choose now, and he wants to follow the Harrison Research Institute track to a Diplôme Supérieur.

HayWire will become Dr Sam Clark.

#scifi #SlenderWolf #bookSky #LoveStory #Lancaster #engineering #autism #doctorate #hydrogen
extract from book 2 of 6 SlenderWolf In With the In Crowd Chapter 11 It’s Just Not Cricket “It’s going to be hydrogen.” Conning suggests, “what about the multi dimensional clockwork engine?” “No, there’s not enough innovation in that to support a five year thesis. “We’re talking about hydrogen fuel cells or weaponry, both require compressed gas.” Conning looks at the the tiny kitchenette in the apartment, “I hope you won’t be doing any of that in here?” “That’s exactly what my GuildMaster said! But, do you know what BarmyWaffle said? “Nuh uh.” “He said when can we start? And the he said we start by asking the question is there any danger?” “He’s going to be focussed on safety, and documentation isn’t he? Haywire smiles, “and methodology, and the application of any new technology. It’s proper academic study, supervised by a proper academic, and potentially, this could lead to more effective tools for the Garrison.” The happiness in Conning’s eyes could almost illuminate the entire room, “and it’ll lead to a new improved version of HayWire! You’ll be Doctor Sam Clark!” Watercolour pictures: Conning (Manx, pronounced KonYing, meaning bunny). An attractive young girl aged 17. She has gorgeous long medium ash brown hair and her eyes are dark chestnut brown. Her face has a picture perfect smile revealing lovely white teeth. She is wearing a powerful yellow crop top dance outfit over a curvaceous body. HayWire - A 19 year old young man - he has fly away golden blonde hair and blue eyes - in this relaxed pose he has a thoughtful and neutral expression - he is wearing a white T shirt copyright © Scott Rochester 2026
January 31, 2026 at 10:57 AM
authorkimfindlay.bsky.social
“Some have given up, or had to acknowledge their dream wasn’t realistic. They’ll never win an Academy Award or a Grammy. Some reached their dream and found it wasn’t what they wanted. Some changed, and now the dream doesn’t fit them anymore.”
The last sentence had a trace of bitterness. #wipsnips
January 31, 2026 at 10:56 AM
danfbispo.bsky.social
#WIPSnips too woops
January 31, 2026 at 10:51 AM
marcherwitch.bsky.social
something ftom tge very start of Paladins of Love, #wipsnips
All the nice, bright-eyed novices desperate for any knight to get them out of the Abbey of Estmont and off into the world made him consider going warlock. Just... breaking his vow and finding power where he could to help people. Anything to stop feeling like an uncle who had been left with his nibling to look after. They were good kids, he just didn't want to be their teacher. He stared at the tapestry on the abbey wall, a ring of interconnected dancers around the Goddess, some naked, some veiled, all praising Her with dance. Please, Goddess. Don't make me do this! Then the acolyte showed in the next candidate. And Max realised there was something worse than a raw novice who knew nothing but the Abbey and schoolroom. "Hullo, thank you for seeing me, sir. It's an honour." Her voice was just as crackling as he remembered. Just as powerful. It was not that it was particularly husky or deep, not melodious or shimmering, it just thrummed chords in him that bypassed his brain and swelled heart and cock in chorus. And when she called him 'sir'... that did something. She made him feel twenty two instead of forty two.
January 31, 2026 at 10:50 AM
tiffanyeauthor.bsky.social
#WIPSnips January 31 *academy*

From Promise Me, book 2 of the sapphic, erotic, dominance and submission, Dominants of Eros series.

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A text snippet from Promise Me by Tiffany E. Taylor.
January 31, 2026 at 10:40 AM
kathyravyn.bsky.social
I don't have academy, so here's school.

Yesterday I shared a lighter snip, so here's a bit of a sadder one for today from Mitali's POV.

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #Writing #AmWriting #Writesky #Writer
I saw that most of his things were already packed. With my curiosity suddenly piqued, I quickly grabbed the few things I had left here — the tattered blanket, an old, dirty pillow, some cans of food, the few school books Kavish managed to find for me, three battered notebooks of mine, and Teddy. I packed the small things in my backpack, draped the blanket over my shoulder, and held the pillow in between my other arm. Once we finished packing, which didn't take long, we left the abandoned building we'd been staying in. Standing outside the old building really put into perspective just how bad things were — not that I needed a reminder. There was no denying that the building looked sad and lifeless. Still, it used to be someone’s home; a family once lived here. It was the place where they cooked delicious meals, making the entire building smell like spices. The place where they laughed and smiled together at the dinner table. The place that, no matter what, was their home, where they could always be safe together. And then the bombs hit. If there’s anything after death, whether it’s reincarnation or something above, I hope the family is safe now. And my family too.
January 31, 2026 at 10:30 AM
sandrafriend.com
From Star Struck:

“C’mon. Academy of Medicine of the Luftwaffe?” Bob’s voice rose. “Do you know what those men did? Their test subjects weren’t animals. Or volunteers! What on earth is he doing in our division?”

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January 31, 2026 at 10:25 AM
paisley-rose.bsky.social
Stella video calls her brother (instead of her much more responsible sister) for advice regarding her secret relationship with her boss...

(A bit cheap, but I went for "university" instead of "academy" because it was the best I could do.)

#WIPSnips
“I feel like the fact that you’re asking me about this instead of Brie says a lot about the morality of this situation, Stell Bell.” Xander smirks at me through my phone screen. “I know, I know.” I hand Shay the toy he just dropped while he bounces in his sling chair on the floor. “But Brie has never made questionable romantic choices in her life, she wouldn’t understand.” “She literally married her high school bully.” “Bully with a heart of gold,” I correct him, and he snorts. “You, at least, had a secret relationship with a professor when you were in university, so I thought you might see where I’m coming from.” “Oof. She was hot.” He gazes off into the distance wistfully before coming back to himself. “But, you know, not as hot as my wife. Obviously.” “J’peux vous entendre!” Camille calls out from somewhere off-screen. “That’s why I said you were hotter!” Xander calls back. Cover art for Unbearable Huxley Ronan
January 31, 2026 at 10:15 AM