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@jamesblynch.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 6:35 PM

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman"

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He raised his gun. “I’m just gonna shoot you.”
“Yeah, but if you stand that close...”
Her blade flashed out, the edge of it striking the barrel of his gun.
As soon as her weapon made impact, his exploded. A ragged pulse of energy shot out in all directions, not strong enough to take anyone off their feet, but certainly enough to stagger them. Even the queen, who rapidly patted the sparking embers that landed on her poncho.
“…I can do that,” Val finished. “And your gun shouldn’t have exploded like that.”
It was unlikely the man who’d attempted to shoot her could hear her. She couldn’t tell if he, laid out on the floor, was even conscious, but if he was, he’d likely be in too much pain. Plus, an explosion that close to his ears couldn’t be good for them.
“Oh.” As her gloved hands finished smothering the sparks that’d misted her person, she marveled at the unburned material that still slightly smoldered. “This thing’s fireproof. That’s handy.”
She looked around the place at the panicked crew, cowering against the far walls.
“Okay. Anyone have a real strong desire to be next?”

@graptopetalum.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:56 PM

#WIPSnips October 12 pulse
Virgin Temple Prostitute, Werdil is on a mission with priest's daughter, Mel. He suspects a girl who's travelling with him is the avatar, Aublelma and wants to rescue her.
From "Tales of Midbar: Heretical Gods" - like this? Click here: www.inkitt.com/stories/497649

Background: A fancy car parked outside a gate in a wall with lots of cacti and succulents growing on it.

Of course it was my job to do the chickens as I had training and experience of preparing sacrifices (although only me and Mel were suposed to know that). I soon realized that these had been killed in odd ways. One had a broken kneck, but with vertebre broken in a strange way, another a crushed scull, the third one's heart seemed to have exploded. Upon discovering that the fourth had had its lungs crushed, it struck me, this was the work of somebody practicing a power that did weird and destructive things to living tissue! When I realized this, I started sweating and my pulse started racing. I calmed myself and thought what to do.

"Who killed these chickens?" I asked to Mel and Quand, who were the only people in the kitchen.

They both stared blankly at me.

I'd read about things like this. This was a message. Aublelma was trying to tell me who she was and that she wanted my help.

@writingwithgrace.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:41 PM

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In which Soup & Co. encounter a dangerous man in the woods.

"Something about that grin made my pulse kick a little faster, like the rush I felt when I slipped on the ice in the winter."

@juliemarchbooks.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:36 PM

#WIPSnips and #Sniptober words somehow touch on the most tragic aspects of False Horizon for both main characters, but I can't share the juiciest examples because they're major spoilers 😭😭 pain and agonies!!

@aspenrayne.com Oct 12, 2026, 4:54 PM

#WIPSnips

I am totally not spinning a wheel to see which wip the snips come from, so imagine my enjoyment when the wheel that totally doesn't exist landed on my vampire story lmao. Luckily the second main character is a werewolf.

He closed their door softly. Refastened the chain. Turned the deadbolt with a quiet click. Then just stood there for a second, the box of muffins still in his hands, his pulse a quiet roar in his ears. The smell of waxy banana and almond clung to the box, sickly sweet and cloying.

@melroseauthor.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 4:42 PM

I cleared my throat, took another deep breath.
They (Roe) swept hair out of my face and pressed two fingers to the #pulse at my neck.
"Roe," I muttered
"Your heart rate is slowing down."
#WIPSnips

@chrisakins.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 4:31 PM

Oh Zach, you’re gonna have a lot of heartbreak in your future

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His friend had been uncharacteristically quiet since
Cleo's location had been discovered, though it wasn't hard to guess why. Anyone with eyes could see that Noah was head over heels for Cleo. He'd caught his friend staring longingly more times than he could count. It bothered him at first that both of his best friends were so clearly intended to be paired together, while he was completely in the dark about his own future, but the arrival of Lana had put those feelings to rest. Granted, she was a bit abrasive towards him, but for whatever reason, that fact only drew him in more. He wanted to earn her approval. Unfortunately, it seemed that the most surefire way to do so would be to assist in the capture of his friends. He was fairly certain that Noah's personal feelings would prevent him from actively subduing Cleo-not that Zach was eager to do it himself.
He simply accepted the mission as an inevitability.
Someone was going to have to sedate her, and frankly he trusted himself to be more gentle about it than Lana. If he managed to prove himself useful on this mission, she may even begin viewing him in a different light.
They'd all been outfitted with a sedation injector which could be applied quickly and painlessly, as well as a stun baton which emitted micropulse vibrations throughout the nervous system and caused enormous amounts of pain until the target lost consciousness. He doubted if Sherman Wright would approve the use of any tool that would cause permanent harm to his only daughter, but he would still rather not have to use the stun baton.

@norashear.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 4:24 PM

Yay new #WIPSnips week!

Since folks liked the sni[ abt Liese yesterday, I thought I'd share a little bit more about poor Liese's journey.

Leo has brought Paige to her place to grab a few things, after escaping the Venatori at Midnight's Ball.

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A dark image with white text that reads:

Paige’s breathing hitched. She stopped dead a few steps from the second landing, her pulse speeding up again.
"Leo," she whispered.
He gripped her hand, then slowly crept around her. The door to one of the apartments was ajar. He couldn't smell anything past the psychedelic-purple fragrance of the cleaner, but he could hear heartbeats on the floors above and below.
No heartbeat on this floor, and no post-mortal currents.
"It's empty," he said.
"Empty?" Her voice shook, tears edging her eyes.
Oh no. "Who's supposed to be there?"
"Liese," she replied.
"Wait here," he said, before dashing into her apartment at full speed.
The apartment smelled worse than the hallway, the caustic scent of Venatori poison still slightly detectable, but it was no longer hovering in the air.
This is bad. The Venatori came here first.

- From NO SKY LIKE MIDNIGHT, by Nora Shear

The word "pulse" is in bold pink font. There are star decorations in every corner and a meteor decoration above the text.

@rjmartinwrites.com Oct 12, 2026, 3:57 PM

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“I like it,” she said quickly. And she did. Having a woman in her life made her heart flutter. “You can just be kinda… intense sometimes.”

“Just being me.”

@bethanylaurel.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:55 PM

A chill crept up Tharaiyelagh’s spine. “Are there such troubles ahead?”

Reaching out, Tsai-Van engulfed Tharaiyelagh’s hands in his enormous ones. “Oh, child,” he said softly. “Always.” His gaze pinned Tharaiyelagh in place, quickening his pulse and drying his mouth.
#WIPSnips

@elisebetz.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:50 PM

#WIPSnips The word for October 12th is "pulse"
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Nin has stopped her horse to offer a ride to the handsome stranger walking by the side of the road. Now she can see how tall he really is.

Silhouette of an oak tree against a green background.

Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "pulse"

Turning around while seated on her horse, Nin finally gazed at the stranger. He was handsome. Far more handsome than Alan, and he was the most handsome man in Oakdore. The stranger had a neat beard that wasn’t too long and a smile that dazzled her with straight white teeth. But it was his eyes that made her heart pound as if someone was chopping wood in her chest with the sharp and thunderous impact of each beat. She could not tell if they were green or brown, for it seemed they changed colors between the two as he moved through the dappled shade. She felt hypnotized by their stunning vibrancy as he unapologetically stared back at her with an intensity that temporarily rendered her mute.
As he walked up to the horse, she finally got a sense of how tall he was. Barley was eighteen hands high, and Nin was as tall as the horse at her withers. No one except Alan was taller than Nin in Oakdore, and that was by only a few inches. This stranger’s shoulder came up to Barley’s withers, meaning he was a full head taller that Nin. Standing next to the horse, Nin gawked, her mouth agape and her pulse now beating faster than a drum during a fast jig.

@verosthewriter.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:37 PM

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In Prophecy 71, the MCs return from a capital-Q Quest, with Zedenko tied/roughed up. Gallara has been trying to overcome her culturally-ingrained racism, especially after a bad slip with Alakshi, and hopes her mind charm spell will help here.

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When they finally made it to the city gates, a couple of guards jumped to block them before they even got close. “Who are you, and who’s that with you?” one of them shouted. “Holy shit, what did you do to - Wait, is he a half-elf? Oh, well then, he probably -”
Gallara looked both guards in the eye, and magic pulsed in her skull again as she leaned in. “Half-elves are just as deserving of respect as anyone,” she hurried, “and the vast majority are nice people. This one is an outlier, and that’s only because of extreme circumstances. Don’t you agree?” Part of her wondered if maybe she was trying too hard.
“Oh, yes, definitely,” the human guard said, and the elven one nodded as they both eased their posture. “My cousin dated one for a little while, and he was polite as you please.”
“Don’t forget it. Now can we pass?” She glanced back at Alakshi, who looked uncomfortable. Crap, she was trying too hard. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

@mcleansix.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:20 PM

I bent over to feel his wrist for a #pulse. There wasn't one.
Still kneeling, I looked up at Sophie. "What the hell is this?"

Sophie's eyes narrowed, returning my anger with her own. Challenging me to go further she replied, "Practice?" #WIPSnips #booksky #skywriting

@ellisrosales.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:18 PM

#WIPSnips 12 Oct. Close enough?

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I freeze as I see a woman look out of ‘my’ window. She's cradling a mug in her hands for warmth, just like I used to. For a moment our eyes meet before she steps back out of view behind the drapes and nets. I don't know what to think. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears and nothing else. My mind is racing and my heart is pounding in my chest.

From TimeShift, a spec fic novel written by Liz Rosales without the use of any ai.

@swilkinsonwrites.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:06 PM

'Heartbeat' for 'pulse' since my one use of pulse isn't exactly PG.
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Between her numbing butt and her shaking limbs and too many spent emotions, Viv must’ve misheard. In her drunken state, Caden’s words morphed into some sentiment she craved. Who didn’t want to be wanted by any man, but by this sexy as a stripper, sweet as taffy, soft as a Squishmallow man. Even with the spreading wetness on Caden’s sweater from her tears and the snow, even with the increasing cold and wind despite the storm slowing, Viv couldn’t be happier anywhere else than here, leaning her cheek against Caden’s freezing chest, listening to his fluctuating heartbeat, breathing in his cedary scent.

Except she wasn’t that drunk. Not really. The cold, the tears cleared the alcohol from her system better than ten cups of coffee. And this fantasyland had to end now that the snow tapered off. Caden offered another few days, offered to stay, in fact, until the wedding ended, but that was too big an ask. He helped longer than she imagined and for that he earned her eternal gratitude.

@arachnereid.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 3:01 PM

Death, rebirth
death, rebirth
death, rebirth the #pulse of the Earth

-Light After the Fall, available now on Amazon!
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Babies were born and grew shriveled and old, true love blossomed and withered, monarchs rose to power and were destroyed. Tribes ascended and imploded, civilizations rose and fell. All of it in rhythm, the pulse of the Earth. Death, rebirth, death, rebirth, germinating and blooming and shedding and composting…

@erinleeauthor.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 2:19 PM

My heart pounded so hard, I could feel the vein in my neck pulsing and hoped she didn’t see it. She asked if her new Excel file made sense. I squinted at it, trying to find some way to act normal and like this was okay when it was yet more unnecessary garbage. #wipsnips

@krovris.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 2:18 PM

The agony pulsed up and down its prone, pathetic form, worsening for what felt like hours before the pain subsided again. The body could only lay there, sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, waiting for this nightmare to end.

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The Body could only wince in pain as it realized just how much every part of it hurt. The agony pulsed up and down its prone, pathetic form, worsening for what felt like hours before the pain subsided again. The body could only lay there, sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, waiting for this nightmare to end.

Amidst the pain was an overwhelming sense of unbridled rage, coupled with dread and sorrow that sang as if it’d been struck like a tuning fork, the note cacophonous and unbearable. A desire to run, to scream, to cry, to thrash about and resist whatever hell had befallen it possessed its mind so deeply— yet it could not move. All the body could do was try to make sense of this pain, of the wrongs that had surely occurred, of the abandonment that had surely sunk serrated claws deep into its flesh. Indeed, its mind swam with these possibilities, and it longed to return to the world of the dead for just a little longer. Just until the pain abated…

And then it heard a sound.

@caseyadamsstark.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 2:14 PM

New week, new words. Here’s a #WIPSnips for pulse.

Joe sets the paper aside. He manages to corral the kids out of the kitchen before he takes his place beside his wife and helps out, passing Kate a glass, a fork, a dish… "You know how I feel about this," he says. "It reflects poorly on me."

"Because you don’t believe in psychic phenomena, or because I’m dabbling in the dark arts of the satanic?" Her eyes meet his, her brow cocked just so.

"Anne has become a bad influence."

"And you're living in fear. In fear of losing votes."

"Josephine has a hold on the neck of this town. Unfortunately, because of it, she knows how to read its pulse."