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@zadafalcon.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:57 AM

Substituting "heart."

Jeri discovers that Oryn (a dragon, btw) is exactly her kind of nerd.

#WIPSnips

Crystal and Trylok ducked into one of the crates to put their belongings away. With a grunt, Oryn set his trunk down in the other crate. Alistair slipped past him to put his meager satchel down on the table. A resounding THUNK had him spinning around. Something had fallen out of Oryn's trunk. Jeri jumped at the sound, heart in her throat. "Whoa! What was that?" She stepped closer. The object that Oryn had dropped was the size of a softball, made of carved wood or bone, with multiple facets. "Sorry..." Oryn mumbled, and made to pick it up. "Hang on, why do you have a giant dodecahedron?" "Actually, it's an icosahedron and it's for... you know... things." "Things?" Jeri repeated. As Oryn scooped it up, Jeri spotted numbers on the faces. "Hang on, whoa. Let me see that." Oryn held out the object in his palm. Jeri leaned closer and gasped. "This is a die. A 20-sided die. Why do you have a D20?" Oryn looked at her, surprised. "You know what a D20 is?" Jeri rolled her eyes. "Of course! Well, okay, I've never seen a physical one. No one uses physical dice anymore, but I sure know what a D20 looks like!" "Do you play?" Oryn asked excitedly. "I could run games!" "Oh, my friends are going to love you," Jeri told him. "I'll bring them later to meet you! For now, I need to get everybody settled."
@abdecker.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:52 AM

She had a knack for inflicting exquisite pain with her fingers. Today the thickness of his jacket may have dulled the effect, but the gesture quickened the pulse in a way he had neither expected nor wanted. He avoided sharing any further memories.
#wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity

@rvillanova312.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:44 AM

CW:Gore, Death
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Word of the day is pulse, which I don’t have so we’re going ✨vibes✨
From my short story:The Deeper We Go

-Conner thinks he sees his girlfriend, and he does… only she is lacking a pulse, her head… and parts of her body
#WritingCommunity

Holy shit, Molly, is that you?!” He shouted as he ran to the other side of the cavern, ignoring Ashley and Bec’s protests. Molly sat there as two other figures knelt beside her, and their heads were hidden. “M-Molly?” he said quietly, touching her shoulder and gently shaking. Molly’s body fell over limply. Only a few strips of flesh kept her head attached. Chunks were ripped from her body. Conner stepped away, but someone grabbed him. It was one of the kneeling men. The man was bald, his beard was crudely shaven, and he had that same symbol carved into his head. His friends were screaming, but it was drawn out by a new noise.
@geniuslemur.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:28 AM

As our heroes struggle to make it through the desert, another obstacle arises.
#WIPSnips #BookSky #MarchToTheFirstGod

@geniuslemur.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:25 AM

#WIPSnips #BookSky #FlyingStarAdventure

@amandabryana.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:21 AM

A cute moment with Kit and Charlie today. Maybe a spoiler, but is it really a spoiler when the main couple in a romance get engaged?

The immediate aftermath of a proposal doesn't look the same for everyone...

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

‘I’m dizzy.’ ‘I know, darling. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Nice and slow for me.’ ‘Oops.’ And with that, he passed out in my arms. He was only out for a few seconds. Long enough for whatever glitched to reset. I just held him, checked his pulse, and watched him breathe until his eyes fluttered open. ‘Welcome back, sweetheart. You ok?’ ‘Yes, Sir. I can’t believe you want to marry me.’ ‘Enough, or you’ll be spending tomorrow writing lines. I am going to marry you because you are the love of my life and the centre of my world. It is an honour to be able to care for you. And it’s going to be my honour for the rest of my life. I love you so much.’ ‘I love you too. I think I need to sleep. Have you got time to lay with me for a while?’ ‘Darling, we just got engaged. No work tonight. Just cuddles.’ ‘We should be fucking.’ ‘Are you horny?’ ‘Mainly tired, but you know I always want you.’ ‘I do, and that’s why tonight’s for cuddles and my boy sleeping safely in my arms where he belongs. We’ll tell the family in the morning.’ I stood with him in my arms and carried him into the bedroom. ‘Strip for me, darling. Are you warm enough to sleep naked tonight?’ ‘Yes, Sir. Say we just got engaged again please, Sir.’ ‘We just got engaged. You’re my fiancé and you’re going to be my husband.’ ‘I’m so excited.’ He rolled his eyes as I slipped my fingers over the pulse point on his wrist. ‘Ok. I’ll keep the excitement down to non-fainting levels, I promise.’ ‘I’m making you sit down when we exchange rings.’ ‘Probably sensible. Are you going to give it to me on one knee?’ ‘I guessing the right answer is yes, judging by that hopeful tone, so yes. Would you like an audience?’ ‘I might still faint. I don’t want an audience for that.’ ‘Hmm, we’ll see.’ He absolutely needed an audience, and I would make sure he got one.
@sabrinamars.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:19 AM

#WIPSnips P U L S E ✨

SO MANY good snippets with this word today but I take you to chapter 8 where our reluctant chosen one decides she's ready to be chosen ✨

#writesky #writingcommunity #wip

Soft beams of light with the following text over it: When his eyes met hers, there was a softness to him, ‌much gentler than she had ever seen. “This is the Light crystal.” Light. More pressure built, suffocating her to the point she didn’t know how to stop— Ezra put a hand on her shoulder, and that same sensation from the study came on. She could breathe again, her pulse no longer frantic. But still the lights stayed, shifting through hues of gold. Their presence soothed her…welcomed her. Another deep breath in and out before she said, “Okay. You’re gonna help me use this? And go get the rest?” His brows shot up as far as they could, his hand tensing over her shoulder. “You are accepting?” Her heart was still racing, but she nodded. This will change everything. Good. Maybe she needed change. Her fingers tightened around the crystal. “Yeah. I’m in.”
@chrisholcombe.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:10 AM

A pulse pounding opening chapter.

Find out if she escapes: shorturl.at/AhnZa

#WIPSnips #booksky #authorsky #writersky #mysterybooks #mysterysky #noir #1920s #queerbooks #lgbtqbooks #gaybooks #queerwriters #lgbtqwriters #gaywriters #queernoir 💙⚡️📚 💙⏳📚 🌈✒️

Kindle screenshot of a page from The Devil Card by Chris Holcombe.Book cover for THE DEVIL CARD, the 3rd Hidden Gotham Novel by Chris Holcombe. A man in a tuxedo sits at a table holding up a tarot card. Behind him, shadowy men gamble at roulette tables. Tendrils of smoke loop over and around the book title. The cover is on an iPad that is lying on a shiny, gold tablecloth. A pack of tarot cards rests on the bottom right corner. A orange sticker declaring “Halloween Sale” is on the top left corner.
@triempery.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:58 AM

#WIPSnips The word for October 12 is PULSE

A nomari queen's nuptial phases affect the entire nom. Mating is imperative and full of danger and ritual. As a captive among the Piram nomari, Kate is about to find out more about this phase.
#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Oandah, a captive queen in her nuptial phase, being ushered to the Queen chamber, leaving Kate behind. That night the nomari came for Oandah. Torches danced in their holders, throwing light and shadow against the walls, casting glowing shapes upon the floors strewn with dried petals. Dressed in gossamer, her eyes laughing, Oandah went with them, saying nothing when Kate, preparing to go with her, was prevented from following. Warned by their spears, Kate abandoned that effort and sank onto her pallet in the corner of the room, staring at the door which, locked now, barred her from any action whatsoever. Trapped. Only the outcome awaited her now. Kate paced and, at one point, smoothed some of Oandah’s oil onto her own rough skin, her nerves growing taut as the purpling sky darkened to the velvet black of night. She smelled good, but they’d forgotten to leave her a light. What was happening? How long did Ibisian matings take? Like almost everything else in the nom, the event would be wrapped in ritual. Deep sonorous vibrations, maybe a kind of drum, beat like a pulse through the walls and floor.
@stephanloy.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:30 AM

#WIPSnips The word is 'pulse.' From 'Nightwatch.'
During interrogation of the White One, our neurodivergent Dr. Rodriguez shoves a tablet under the alien's nose. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

A barely noticeable twitch of the White One's hood. What did the doc…? Garrett lifted away from the wall and stepped closer to see the tablet screen. A world map. Lines crisscrossing the image, intersecting in tiny dots. Some of those dots pulsed red, or yellow. "What's that?" he asked. "A network of theoretical access points between the Nightmareverse and 54 Zanthwood by 3," the doc said. "Factored and prioritized according to Bleed permeability." "What?" "We need a more precise designation for the Nightmareverse." "They're ley lines," Eglemann translated. "They're tears in spacetime between our universe and the bad place. We've been watching them for about a year. She thinks they've existed for centuries." "Theoretical," Rodriquez said, tilting her head marginally at her engineer. "It's all bullshit, Sinfonee. You can't track this stuff. We don't have the physics."
@barrows.itch.ioOct 12, 2026, 10:01 AM

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Yana's first impression of the warmech Tragoedia, our resident neon-punk-rock-lesbian-biker-hunter-killer-drone.

Behind him, an Artificial herded a half curled-up Xyd towards the display-lined walls. Yana recognized the general design—this was a warmech, a memory older and more shameful than even Six's gynoid body, lanky and sharp-angled, with long, free-rotating limbs and a digitigrade lower body. A hunter-killer drone, one of legions once deployed to enact their programming with cold cruelty, with bladed claws atop skeletal limbs, chrome and glistening, designed not for efficiency, but for terror. But even Yana could tell this was not the lifeless shell she'd seen in the museum displays. Cables and fiber optic wires aglow in a hundred dissonant colors were cast about it in the semblance of armor, and atop its surprisingly humanoid skull rested a light fixture in the shape of a mohawk, pulsing blood-red and neon blue at seizure-inducing speeds.
@kaydwrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:50 AM

#WIPSnips | pulse vibes ✨

Adela's in a bit of a spot here... 😬

From my domestic suspense WIP.

(CW: crash scene, language)

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting

Writing snippet: Daniel arrives in her periphery, panting hard. He puts his fingers against her throat as Diego steps aside. “Get the trauma kit,” Daniel says. Then, to her, “It’s all right, ‘Del. You’re going to be all right.” She turns to look at him. That flash of terror in his deep blue eyes. The slick of hair plastered against his forehead by the rain. The steady heaving of his chest as he assesses her. “I fucked up,” she says slowly. There's metal mixed into the acid in her throat; her mind flags it, even as it pumps her with adrenaline, preventing her from feeling the full extent, but it’s there, regardless, laced in her breath. She’s bleeding from the inside out. “Yeah,” Daniel says, and she knows that he’s focused on the head wound, can’t see what she can taste, as Diego arrives with the kit. Daniel presses something against her forehead. “Yeah, you fucked up.” He drops his head for a moment, letting it hang as he continues to hold her to the seat. When he looks up, he’s still breathing raggedly.
@maximejaz.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:48 AM

#WIPSnips
From my crime WIP.
Nate and Eric's liaison takes a new turn when Nate doesn't hide Eric from his colleague who just popped in to check on him during the weekend.

He closed the door, feeling Eric against his back, his lips on his neck. “Thank you.” “What for?” “Acknowledging my new status of fuckable boyfriend. Not hiding me in the bathroom.” Nate turned to him, closing him in his arms. “Never.” “Are we one step further in our little liaison?” “I think so…” “Good…” A soft kiss. “Food then… a drink… and then… it’s play time…” Nate just hugged him, feeling his heart beat against his chest. That heart knocking at his heart. Bumping that shattered heart around. Playful. Unashamed. And Nate’s heart answered, shy, still bruised, but beating with a new rhythm in that house filled with his scent, his coffee, his breath, his touch. His light. That warm light melting the ice of Nate’s grief. Melting it into that warm embrace, his warm pulse under his lips as they hugged, tight.
@erikachandler.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:33 AM

Rin hacked Ryo’s phone for help after he collapsed, and Ryo in a venom-induced haze laughs much more easily than regular Ryo haha #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy

@estantia.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:31 AM

#WIPSnips | Pulse

Unsurprisingly 'Pulse' appears a lot when you're writing about a former doctor making a child, but here's one in the non medical context.

#CosyFantasy #WriteSky

Rowan had *not* been prepared for the rush of emotions that seeing his child take shape would cause. His love and magic surged, falling into and flowing through the straw and cloth like blood and light, seeping into the burlap skin from the straw like capillaries. His sight flickered, straw feet replaced by human ones in small socks, reality swinging as Vision took over. A thousand moments with the skin showing the flush of warmth. By the time Rowan's vision cleared he was trembling from exertion. The emotions were getting stronger. He should be scared, especially given that little stunt had nearly wiped him out. This was dangerous, that a moment of inattention could result in so much power and emotion that he was left *shaking* afterwards-! Gods, what was he *doing*? That had been a far bigger pulse than anything he'd experienced for… a long time, and his level of power was *dangerous* if allowed to run unchecked. Had he damaged anything? He looked around the room and blinked once in surprise. The magic *hadn't* gone everywhere. Nothing in the room was glowing with his power apart from the scarecrow and the bag of straw, and the latter was only as strong as it had been before. It… hadn't gone everywhere? He stared down at the legs in his hands and realised all the burlap was shimmering now, the straw practically sloshing with magic in a way that meant it was near impossible to not see them as proper feet instead of cloth and straw. Rowan *definitely* needed a rest before his senses got more skewed, but hope, small and impossible to suppress, lit in his chest. He'd let his grip slip, but his thoughts had been so focussed on his child that none of his power had spilled. *That* meant that his theory was working, that by filling his thoughts with love for the child he was making the Uncontrolled magic go precisely where he wanted it to.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:22 AM

Thanks #WIPSnips - todays word has highlighted just how often variations of 'neon pulse' appear in the current draft of The Master System!
#AmEditing #TheAmbivalenceChronicles
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Phil Grundy did not know where he was. A few moments ago he was in a dark tower in a spooky forest in the grounds of Romford Castle. He had rescued Charlie, and then... somehow he must have glitched that world out of existence and ended up here, landing awkwardly with an uncomfortable clatter on a floor which was hard and glass-like, denting his armour and bruising his bottom. An angry squall of pixels illuminated the void as they fell around him, drawn into neat lines which then flowed away in neon blue pulses toward the horizon, which was marked with vast towers, pyramids and monoliths of bright green and red, which struck a weird note of familiarity despite the utter weirdness of the entire place. 'Fascinating,' he Spocked, peering into the glassy floor at the gridlines which glowed deep within it, all silver and angular, and giving off the same backlit Tron vibes as the neon pulses and monochrome background illustration. 'What is this place?'
@tarasgeir.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:04 AM

Ngl, I was thinking of the goo in Ghostbusters 2 with this snip.
A brief glimpse of the god inside Slate. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

There was no longer any flash, now Slate's eyes pulsed a vivid shade of blue. Brighter than a clear, summer sky. For something that should have been a comfort, all Halla now felt was a chilling fear. Slate's face changed subtly. It became blanker and her skin was clear but also had a waxy sheen. A mask that had pushed its way up through her pores. "They're trying to free her." The voice wasn't Slate's and the face was one Halla had seen many times in the Orbo. Cracked and weathered above temple entrances. The Fifth Sister, Calchas. Halla caught her breath, feeling cold air rattle through her teeth. She had witnessed a god so many times, but the Sixth Sister had been cowed and pathetic. This god was none of that. Her eyes blazed with such a heat that Halla expected Slate's face to shrivel. Instead, it melted. Slathers of pink slime began to run down Slate's head, from forehead to chin.