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@kavyajanani.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:56 PM

It's a breakup 🥺 #Sniptober

#WriteSky #AmWriting #TimeTravel

‘But you are breaking my heart, Anuj. Do you even realise that?’ Maya asked, hating how her voice was becoming mellow. ‘I’m already heartbroken, too, Maya.’ Anuj replied, showing some emotion for the first time. His voice faltered as he continued, ‘Do you think it has been easy for me to do this to you… to us?’
@krovris.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:49 PM

... And to see all that come to an end over an oversight like this would be beyond heartbreaking. The loss of its company might just kill her.

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#WritingCommunity #Amwriting #writesky #sci-fi #horror #WIPSnips #WritingPrompts

Ridgwell Farm was absolutely massive. The land itself was divided between her and her siblings, her mother and father, and a single cousin. Bianca lived in her cottage alone, and had an adjacent cabin with a basement that Eight used whenever it stayed on-site. The two worked together on projects of many kinds: it taught her how to dissect the human form and replace whatever needed replacing— organs, brains, skulls, limbs. The time they spent together was truly magical…And to see all that come to an end over an oversight like this would be beyond heartbreaking. The loss of its company might just kill her.
@rosieforest.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:37 PM

7 chapters left to write!!!!!!!!!! #writesky #writingcommunity 💙📚

@lousytshirt.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:23 PM

#WIPSnips from Monah Bk. 1 -- from Evlin's first visit to Monah's home. Wasn't sure I had this word, and I think I'll need to edit. They have cousins in Piatra, but she was looking for the English equivalent of the Romanian word. 😆🫠
#writesky #writingcommunity #queerwriters #writingprompts

“We? Are you a witch?” Now, I moved closer to her, reaching for her arms much as she’d taken mine earlier, though she was now awkwardly turned away from me to keep her attention on Joni. “I am; my mother’s lineage also comes from the Grey, and I gather my power from them. My father is of a different lineage; one that aligns with your father. In a way, as among the peoples here, you might call them ‘cousins.’” “What is this different lineage, Evlin? Why are you being so secretive about this?”
@kavyajanani.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:17 PM

There's this South Indian composer named Ghibran who'd be the perfect fit for the soundtrack of BID TIME A GOODBYE ❤️ #LitHodgePodge

#WriteSky #AmWriting #TimeTravel

@acturek.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:03 PM

I don’t have #witch. Here’s a dreadful #magician.

#SundaySnips #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #fantasy #darkfantasy

He was cut off from the horses. They plunged haphazardly, substantial and bright, their minds unshielded. Another Kudrum magician glided toward them as they milled in a net of fright. In moments they would be captured. "No," he whispered. ~ Brother's Keeper by A.C. Turek
@evviejo.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 2:03 PM

A summary of my writing-adjacent activities from the past week--writing, editing, querying, workshop--is up on Patreon ⬇️
www.patreon.com/posts/172033...
#writing #writingcommunity #writesky

@narkerns.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:59 PM

FYI - I am attending a panel at MIA in Rome, the biggest and most important Film and TV industry event in Italy.

About: “How to Build a Successful Career in the Video Game Industry”

War stories ftw ;)

#WriteSky #BookSky #gamedesignimpossible #writing #gamedevelopment #writingcommunity

A colorful promotional graphic announcing attendance at MIA 2026, the Mercato Internazionale Audiovisivo (International Audiovisual Market). Large white text reads “I’m attending MIA” against a vibrant gradient background of pink, red, orange, yellow, and blue. The MIA logo appears in the upper-left corner, with the event details “2026 | Roma | October 19–23” at the bottom.
@vevancollie.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:58 PM

I finally had to move from just using notepad text editor files and spreadsheets when it comes to my "Song of the Yggdrasill" series - there was just too much info!

#writesky #writingcommunity

vevancollie.wordpress.com/2026/10/11/o...

@emoria.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:50 PM

EVEN CIS HET MEN LIKE IT A LOT

(Seriously, @jtvoiceover.com, this review warms my fucking heart)

#booksky #writesky #trans

Emoria has crafted a story in her debut novel unlike any other I have read. The author invites us to where it's dark, scary, and vulgar, only to find life-affirming truth and beauty that speaks to a trans experience anyone should empathize with. It is unabashedly queer and harnesses the anxieties and even the joys of the trans experience to tell a dizzying and sometimes seductive horror story. While it is a story that is most definitely directed to a trans audience it also cuts to the heart of the human need of realizing one's true self, potential, and community. The book also makes full use of the word as a visual medium with all manners of inventive typography and formatting, further driving home moments that hit like a truck. The author's inclusion of a content warning list by chapter (of which there are many potentially triggering things) and a link to a "Cis Guide To Aftertaste" are also nice pieces of companion material for those that need it. It is a book that dares to be read. It is a book that feels dangerous and full of psychic damage, but somehow still fun and retains a gentleness that keeps you safe. To those with an open mind and heart (who also aren't squeamish), to those who ever felt lost in life or figuring themselves out, I can't recommend this book enough. I also want to clarify that I read this book as a cisgender hetero male. I understand this book has been quite effective for those who are themselves trans or just discovering that part of them, which I believe is amazing and makes this book even necessary. While can't say my experience even compares to those whose foundations were shaken, I'd like to highlight that you don't need to be queer to listen/support/enjoy or allow yourself to be affected by queer media as I found myself welling up with tears multiple times throughout the story. At a time when the media landscape is being threatened by homogenization, it is now more important to seek out and celebrate works like Aftertaste.
@nicholaswatkins.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:43 PM

#FantasyIndiesSpooktober 11

“Finally escaped the warrants.”

#writing #amwriting #writingcommunity #writesky

@emoria.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:32 PM

I think maybe my trans novel that has helped dozens of closeted folks find themselves, and even out trans people feel more confident in their gender, would be a good book to outsell this transphobe with buckets of money behind her campaign of hatred

#booksky #writesky #trans

MadScutter @madscutter.bsky.s... • 2m @emoria.bsky.social Just finished Aftertaste. First and foremost: I love you. Secondly: Fuck. l've been "dealing with stuff" for a few years. And I didn't see a good path forward. And you changed that. Thank you, and fuck you, and I love you.
@elliejaywrites.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:11 PM

Did I take a few bad reading experiences, turn them into a rant and call it education for indie authors?

Yes. Yes I did.

Because we all need feedback. But it can be done without breaking the bank.

jaybirdsindieacademy.substack.com/p/indie-book...

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Writing

@nightoffallengods.comOct 11, 2026, 1:04 PM

#SundaySnips
Dipping into the final fight of the book for this one!

Roderika and Henet need to get Mary away from Jonah, who’s finally gone full mask off and now a danger to everyone.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #HQPress #WritingPrompts

"What happened?" She whispered, stepping up beside her triend. Henet looked astonished, blinking as if a bright light had flashed in front of their eyes. With a shake of their head, they said, "I don't know. That bell disrupted my spell somehow. It should have flattened them all but even the soldiers were able to shrug most of it off." A look of deep anger crept into Henet's features, something she had never seen before. Their scowl was fierce and their voice dropped low. "How're we handling this?" She tried to cobble together a semblance of a plan. Behind them Arlo was back on the ground, desperately trying to stand by leaning on his spear. Tala looked terrified, her hair on end and her tail three times its normal size. "Can you get Mary away from him and behind you?" Henet nodded. "She won't thank me for the lost hair, but I don't think whatever Jonah's doing is affecting her too. As long as he doesn't ring that bell before I get my spell off she'll be fine." "Okay." She checked the spirits in her aura. They suffused her body again, lending her strength and speed. But would it be enough? "Give me a boost past his men when you do. You'll have to handle them on your own." "Got it." "Enough consorting with your pet demon, witch! It cannot help you now!" Jonah called out. He flung his arm towards them, but didn't ring the bell. "Men, send that filthy thing back to hell where it belongs!" "Reka!" She heard Arlo call out behind her. "Remember, he fights dirty!" "Now!" Henet cried, flinging one arm out towards Jonah while pulling the other towards their chest. "Tala! Catch!"
@sabrinamars.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:45 PM

#WIPSnipS C O U S I N ✨

Duo post also featuring the Handspeak we've been discussing in #conlangity 🤟🏻

(Sorry for the weird text formatting, Bsky is struggling with me this AM)

#writesky #writingcommunity #wip

Bright and colorful star shaped gummy candy with the following text over it: Kira’s frown was still prominent, but it lifted at the corners enough to appease him. She nodded her head a few times and made one quick hand motion of yes, meaning she accepted the deal. She then made a gesture he wasn’t as familiar with, having only seen it once…some type of food? “Cherry?” he asked. No. Kira then tapped her fingers to her forehead twice. You know, you know. He repeated her hand motion exactly, but added a shake of his head. I don’t know. Kira’s eyes rounded, and then she wiggled her fingers like she always did when she was thinking through how to be more clear. She touched her fingertips together and made a face where her cheeks hollowed and her mouth contorted as if she tasted something— “Oh, sour. Sour candy?” Kira voraciously gestured yes, yes, yes and finally that big smile was back on her face. “Fine, I’ll bring some back for you.” Riodin shifted her in his arms, and she gave a gentle pat to his face. “We good now?”
@crissthecreative.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:40 PM

I mean, fictional people are people, right? 🤷‍♀️

#reading #books #writing #library #introvert #writersky #booksky #writesky

@chancemorgan.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:37 PM

What a fantastic inspiration for my next author photo

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Man in a gray shirt and dark slacks reclined on a vivid red sofa. A pair of glasses lie next to him, and newspaper pages are visible in the bottom of the frame. His expression is a mix of surprise, frustration, and looking for escape. Excerpt from “Sunday Visitors” by George Hughes
@markjohnston905.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:34 PM

Definitely pushing it here with relatives, but I was on too long of a streak!

Catrin is moments from the crown when her father returns from war. He is, unfortunately, like many men in power.

#WIPsnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

The room broke into an awkward applause. “Thank you all for the warm greetings. My family—the rest of them—will be joining us here shortly. I rushed home when I heard the news of what was happening here.” His voice seemed to change as he spoke. What had been jovial and friendly was shifting to serious. His entire demeanor changed as well, darkening. “I want to begin by forgiving my daughter for what she has done these past few weeks.” The entire room seemed to deflate at once. People looked to their friends and relatives mouthing the word forgive with their eyes narrowed in a questioning way. “I understand there was some confusion once my dear father passed from this realm to the next. It will haunt me forever that I was not here to see him off or to lead in his absence. As much as I love my daughter, she was never meant to rule our lands.” More confused looks from all in attendance. Catrin simply sat, unmoving, seeming to stare through the wall into the lands beyond. “No, I’m afraid her heart is too pure and her sensibilities too feminine for leadership,” he continued. Bert seethed at the comment and he opened his mouth to shout at the king, but Eldritch froze him with a look. “Luckily I have returned just in time to battle the threat pushing our border and attacking our city,” Leoric said next. “No more will we allow these wild people to storm our lands bringing their filthy monsters in with them to eat our children and burn our buildings.” The confusion in the room was palpable. These people had lived through Garrick Crowe’s rule, and had celebrated the rescue of Wyrmgate with the help of the Wyrm People and the dragons. This was absurd! “Father, I think you will find…” Cat began. “Silence, young Catrin. The King speaks now,” he replied, cutting her off sharply.