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@amritac.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 3:34 PM

Quick snippet from my horror novella WIP, that has strong SE Asian folklore, body horror, and toxic romance elements in it.
The word "crisp" for #SundaySnips!

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The word "crisp" for #SundaySnips! Quick snippet from my horror novella WIP, that has strong SE Asian folklore, body horror, and toxic romance elements in it. #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #HQPress #AuthorSky #WritersCommunity #Horror #5amWritersClub
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:10 AM

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com

The only crisp thing around here are the tortilla chips, but a girl can dream of cool breezes and crackling leaves underfoot.

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A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for September 20 is crisp. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background is orange and red fall leaves. There is an image to the left of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a scarf and black frame glasses sitting in the fork of a tree.
@hookandquillpress.comSep 16, 2026, 6:15 PM

ICYMI: We have a new Patreon post from our @woodenvelt.bsky.social discussing the most forbidden F word: Failure 😬

Check out this latest post and our other BTS bonus posts for Friends of Quillbert supporters, over on our #Patreon! www.patreon.com/cw/hookandqu...

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@hookandquillpress.comSep 14, 2026, 6:16 PM

Hello, friends! Quillbert's checking in to make sure everyone's been taking care of themselves. And if you're not sure how to get started? Look no further!

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@bethturnage.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 10:23 PM

#SundaySnips #WritingCommunity #Writingprompts #Writesky #HQpress. A scene from the first book (WIP) Mindbender in the Morastani Chronicles.

@geniuslemur.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 10:14 PM

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@nightoffallengods.comSep 13, 2026, 9:55 PM

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In the theme of Autumnal special edition spiced drinks, Melic, God of Contracts and Intoxicants, gets to enjoy a special brew made for the All Gods Festival with an old friend who has a few other tricks up her sleeve.

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He'd wandered in front of the Green Dragon, a tavern set in the center of the park. It vied with several dozen other inns and taverns for the right to being "the oldest drinking hole in the Fifth Ring", but it had certainly been there a long time. For what he thought it worth, it was certainly one of the most beautifully placed. Dead in the center of the rolling hills of the park, the owners throughout the years had planted all manner of trees and shrubbery, making the humble stone building look to be in the middle of some enchanted glade instead of in the middle of the city. Ownership of the tavern had passed from generation to generation for so long it had gained a Local God of its own, their influence then spreading enough to take over the entire park, the name having been changed to Green Dragon Park centuries ago. And that was who approached him now. The Green Dragon had no other name, but had found herself with an interesting confluence of traits. She had begun as a spirit, not a dragon, but since dragons were common enough and people knew enough about them, she had inherited many of their traits. Like a Dragon she could assume the greater form of one, though now wore the one more like the other Alliance peoples, veridian scales shining off her arms and dotted through the rest of her skin. A slit up one side of the skirt of her low cut serving girl's attire showed off her scaled and clawed feet and calves. From around the back a thin serpentine tail trailed behind her, ending in a sharp point reminiscent of a cask tap. Even her hair was green, spilling over her shoulders in springy emerald curls. She beckoned Melic over, the warm light of the tavern behind her almost more inviting than she was. He chuckled to himself, walking out from under the trees to meet her. "I certainly wouldn't be much of a God of drink if I said no to that, would I?""No you wouldn't!" The Green Dragon bounced up to him with more than just her step. "And our Festival special brew at that!" She offered out a flagon topped with a hearty, bubbling foam. He took the cup and drank deeply. He couldn't tell in the gloom but he knew by instinct this was the strange green ale the tavern produced every year. His mouth was bombarded with the taste of hops and autumn spices, with only the most subtle tang of alcohol and pear wafting through it. He lowered his cup and watched The Green Dragon drain her entire flagon gulp by gulp, each causing interesting tremors from her throat down. As she finished she lowered her head sharply, exclaiming an "ahhh!" of pleasure. He felt the brew's effects radiate out of her and into the park around them. A cry went up from the drinking garden around the inn, and thousands of rainbow colored spirits rose up over the park. Her laugh was throaty and reckless as she turned in place before beckoning Melic after her into an expanse of grass that sloped down towards a sparkling pond. He followed, stopping short at the edge of the path when The Green Dragon held up a warning hand. She tossed back her head and there were a series of booming pops from her throat. A second later, more substantial booms sounded in the sky above and explosions of multicolored cascading sparks bloomed over the city. Melic laughed and cheered with the rest of the crowds, allowing himself to be caught up in the wave of elation that radiated around the park. The Green Dragon jumped and jiggled her way back towards him, and he called out to her, "I've seen plenty of dragons with fire breath, but never firework breath." Her smile was dazzling, even with her longer canine teeth flashing over the bottom ones. "Had to practice for years to get those right. Not that I'm much match for a real dragon, but I'd bet the inn none of them could do that!"
@sainiku.northsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 7:47 PM

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Rev having a chat over lunch with a necari, while visiting a war memorial. A bit of a cultural difference in terminology.

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“I remember people asking for memorials like this, after the war. Erina hated the idea of it.” Rev began eating a bit faster. “This is really good. Spicy.” Spiral was about to reply to her first statement, but the second made her laugh. “You mean it’s ‘hot.’ We don’t call it spicy. Spicy is only used to like… describe people.” Rev smiled as she chewed. “How about ‘good’?” “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
@matthewspalmer.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 4:54 PM

From and Early part of book 2! Ask a question about magic and Heidi will answer imedately. Ask her what she wants to buy at the supermarket and it's a different matter...

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After a couple of burnt meals, most of the responsibility for cooking fell to Mina. That was its own challenge, as the loft wasn’t equipped with a modern oven or hob. All they had to cook with was the hearth and a small stove powered by enchanted heating elements. Mina hadn’t used either of those growing up, so even she misjudged things. They had defaulted to food that was simple to cook: instant noodles, pasta and rice, supplemented by whatever Mina could improvise. She was starting to experiment more, and Heidi was doing her best to try the dishes Mina was trying to re-create from her childhood. Mina would probably use the time Heid took to decide to look over the spice selection and work out what she wanted to play with next. When Hiedi glanced over to see if she was coming back that she noticed a thin, scruffy man watching her from behind the corner of the aisle. He wore a tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows and darted out of sight when she noticed him. Whoever he was, he wasn’t very good at being stealthy, or blending in.
@colinjlewis.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 11:34 AM

From my #WIP A Conspiracy of Ravens
Always fun the #SundaySnips

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“My divorce on grounds of desertion is in motion,” she told Halford. “He has a few months to be served them, which is highly unlikely has no doubt he’s somewhere in the India ocean smuggling spice, clothes or other dubious stolen contraband.” “Then a celebration drink is in order.”
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 5:30 AM

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com

Apple Cinnamon > Pumpkin Spice

I said what I said. Share a snip featuring any kind of spice. (please include CW if needed)

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A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for September 13 is spice. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background is orange and red fall leaves. There is an image to the left of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a scarf and black frame glasses sitting in the fork of a tree.
@hookandquillpress.comSep 9, 2026, 6:12 PM

Hello, friends! We have a new Patreon post from our @woodenvelt.bsky.social discussing the most forbidden F word: Failure 😬

Check out this latest post and our other BTS bonus posts for Friends of Quillbert supporters, over on our #Patreon! www.patreon.com/cw/hookandqu...

#hqpress #writesky

@hookandquillpress.comSep 7, 2026, 6:10 PM

Happy almost spooky season! If you were a Priest of the Dead, such as one you might find in @woodenvelt.bsky.social upcoming novel THIEF OF DEATH, what do you think the best and worst kind of ghost to meet would be? HQP members weigh in!

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@caribbeangwdss.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 10:27 PM

#SundaySnips leaf 🍃

From ‘FIRE & ANARCHY’, Book 2

It’s good to note that Frans was once half man, half wolf.

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"What is this?" He asked as he fought the urge to indulge. A growl slipped free before he could stop it, raw and instinctive, dragged up from somewhere older than speech. His vision bled into shadow and silver; the dark no longer hid anything from him. It welcomed him back. "Why, what you dream of." Dracaeces said. His red eyes severed the darkness. "I have made you more human than you have ever been before. An end to your curse—the very bane of existence, and yet, it is the part of you that you have miss most." "I do not wish to do this again." Frans turned away. His nose sweeping the puddle of water beneath him. "Do not pretend. Do not pretend that you do not wish to feel what it once felt like. The thrill. Now more without fear of something to lose. No burdens to wear you thin." A subtle wind blew and the rest of his words came and left with it like a fleeting leaf. "It could be yours again." — written by Shanice E. Wilson
@matthewspalmer.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 8:55 PM

Going deep into book two 'A Coven for Outcasts' for this one.

Heidi and Joy are getting to know each other. I wonder where this goes...

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Joy continued to look at Heidi, her head propped on an arm. “How long did it take you to learn all this? Do you really think I can learn this too?” Heidi picked up one of the grimoires from the floor and leafed through it. “Everything I’ve learned has come from books. You can learn the same way, I’m sure. But Mina’s managed to do things that that no-one thought was possible in hundreds of years of magic. There is more to magic than what people have written down. The others call me a genius, but I just learned how to channel early, read a lot, and made some small tweaks to a couple of enchantments.” Joy put her empty mug on the floor and rested her head on the pillow. “Do you remember how you…” she searched for the right word, “channelled for the first time?” Heidi looked inwards “I can remember before I could channel, before…” She paused. It felt like the memories had reached up from where she had buried them and clamped a hand around her throat.
@sainiku.northsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 6:43 PM

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Razir being pretty as ever.

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Razir was a beautiful kingdom. In the autumn, the trees turned red and yellow, creating a swirling dance of leaves whenever the wind blew. Much of the architecture used white or beige walls with vibrant trims of reds or blues, and black or brown tiled roofs that curved slightly upwards at the corners. Smooth stone walkways lined the major roads, and the people wore much lighter clothing than in Sothara, layered when cold. Razir fashion had some of the most fascinating designs. Often they would have embroidered patterns of flowers or trees on their clothing as accents. The light fabric, sashes, and hairstyles were typically so simple, that they gave a sense of calm by just looking at them. Then there was Rix’s Ascendance. A beautiful monument of crystal that reached up towards the heavens farther than any manmade structure in our world. It was the center of faith for the western continent. It was said that it was created when Rix himself returned to the heavens after descending to defeat an evil known only as ‘The Betrayer,’ who waged a great and deadly war against the faithful.
@nightoffallengods.comSep 6, 2026, 4:11 PM

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You know the world she lives in doesn’t exactly have a word for it, but I think in these moments Roderika displays just a smidge of some ADHD…

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23 - Reka Reka was slowly losing her mind. She knew when setting out this trip would take weeks. She thought she'd planned for that. Packed a number of books, a journal, even some games. Plenty to keep her occupied. She read all of her books by the time they'd hit The Crossroads. Never much of a writer, most of her journal entries were a handful of uninspired lines at most. The games were better lately now that Mary had started to be more comfortable around Arlo, but there were only so many times they could play the same thing before it was more tedious than fun. Mary on her own was fine company, but Reka never felt comfortable talking about anything but surface level topics. She desperately wanted to know more about the Church and the Faithful, but when she got anywhere near those topics all the emotion would drain out of the Sister's face and she'd go quiet. She would look painfully uncomfortable whenever the subject of spirits or magic came up, which was all Reka wanted to talk about now that she had realized how unrefined her skills had been before. Stories of Reka's youth were the safest bets, but even then, Mary had so few frames of reference for anything having been so sheltered in the Church. Those stories were also a minefield for Reka. The one subject she feared most was Tala. She knew that if she started talking about her something would slip and she still didn't know how Mary would react. She wasn't as closed minded as Reka would have thought given her upbringing, but between what her father had told her about the Church and the fact that Mary still struggled with the subjects of the other Alliance members, she just could not risk talking about her partner too much. That, even more than the distance and time, made her heart ache from missing Tala.Still, once she got going on a subject, Mary could talk for hours. After Reka had given her that tin of tea, Mary spent days talking about nothing but different types of leaf and what each was used for. The small tea and herb garden back in the Tower City was the only luxury she'd been allowed, and it seemed to be the one thing she had pushed Jonah about. This also bled into a decent knowledge of other plants, including medicinal herbs. Books on these subjects had apparently been how Mary learned to read the Alliance language. Now Reka had learned more about what any weed or flower they passed tasted like or could do in the last week than she'd ever thought to know. Unfortunately, weeks of travel had all but exhausted every conversation they could have. Now their days were mostly silence punctuated by the creaking of the carriage. Reka just found herself staring out the window at the rolling hills the road wove through, with distant copses of trees the only thing to look at. Across from her Mary did much the same, sitting with her back straight and her hands in her lap. How was she not bored, not itching to move or do something?
@glwalkerauthor.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:46 PM

a non-spoiler part of a spoiler heavy section.
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One by one everyone found their way into the inner chamber until Dias found everyone waiting impatiently for him. He was quickly updated by Blu what happened and was led to a sleeping Loke on her leaf bed. He was just as surprised as everyone else that she was still alive, but didn’t waste any time looking over her wounds. He praised Blu for his work, but worried that the wound might be too old for him to be able to heal properly, but he would do what he could.
@mcwrites27.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:04 PM

The #SundaySnips Word of the Week is 'leaf' - just in time for the first blush of fall color here in the beautiful PNW. Ironically, I've only used this word once so far in draft even though forests are a huge theme throughout the story.
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The Sunday Snips word of the week is 'leaf' - the following is an excerpt from my novel WIP with the word of the week - The Monday after Bekah’s birthday party, I nearly shot up off my mattress like a rocket. I woke to the sound of the earliest songbirds, daringly rustling to life as night still hung in the sky outside. I threw my bedroom light on and got dressed with more excitement than I had in years. Kicking around the loose leaf paper sketches and scattered comic books on my floor, I grabbed the outfit I’d laid out. I caught a glimpse of my smile in my bedroom’s closet door mirror and froze. The look fell from my face, ponderance suffocating joy as I wondered if I looked like an idiot being that excited for a Monday morning at high school.