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@writing-bea.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:32 AM

The duel looms close, and Alexandra despises leaving Callista's side...

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Alexandra chanced one final look up at Callista, whose attempt at a reassuring smile could not break through her cold demeanor. Her fingers found Callista's forearm, squeezing it twice to wish her safety. The walk to the growing crowd felt dizzyingly long, a thin layer of mud pulling at her boots with every step. By now, Callista's recruits had been joined by other knights and curious townspeople, whispers spreading the rumors of a duel further and further. Erin and Simone kept off to the side from the others, with her younger sister beckoning at her excitedly to join them. Alexandra’s own try at a small smile was more successful than Callista's. Barely. She joined the wave of sound and anxious conversation, doing little to soothe her quickening pulse. Even a pair of crows atop the barracks joined in on the gossip, mocking caws raining down like laughter. All she could do was be thankful that Simone had chosen the quieter side of the grounds.
@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.

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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
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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.
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:51 AM

#Octember D12
Milly would offer said demon a lack of GBH.
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@writerlaurabee.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:46 AM

#LitHodgepodge 12

For Veronica, he must be gorgeous, talented, charismatic and taller than her. Choosing her proves she's special too and proves her mom wrong--that she isn't too tall, too skinny, too ginger to win a man.

A trophy man, in other words.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:34 AM

#WritingPrompt
I don't really know for sure. The titles usually come to mind when the broad overall story coalesces, except tor one of them that took a while to get right.
#Writingcommunity
#Writesky

@crissthecreative.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:29 AM

WHAM! Day 11! The video is late. The writing was on time.

Join us for ZapWhamPow!!!

#writing #writingcommunity #author #writingchallenge #zapwhampow #writersky #booksky #writesky

@andrewbrucelockhart.co.ukOct 12, 2026, 8:16 AM

#WIPSnips

The word for October 12th is "pulse"

From Atlas Rising

General Rourke vs being asked nicely

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As he followed her, Rourke pulled the folded paper from his pocket and read it. “I need you leading the task force on this. Working directly for me. Please.” The Prime Minister’s neat handwriting continued, “Bernadette will show you to your office.” Rourke stopped walking. Bernadette did too. ‘He needs you.’ She made her way back to stand beside him. ‘Please?’ ‘I’m only here to see—’ ‘She’s waiting for you in your office, sir.’ Then she set off again. Rourke watched her. Thinking hard, pulse accelerating. Then he followed. They’d said please, after all.
@thatvoidauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:11 AM

Rivals’ Folly has:

1 assassin
1 mercenary
0 emotional self-awareness
several cover identities
at least one fake kiss
a deeply unserious amount of sexual tension
and a betting pool.

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@thatvoidauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 7:52 AM

When you have to make THAT call.

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It wasn’t like he was expecting his contact to answer. At best, he could request a call back that may never come. Fine. With deliberate care, he set up the comm to minimize field of view and logged into SIDNet. And was honestly surprised that his access still worked. It was limited, as a quick check confirmed. No access to the sort of information that might help him. But apparently, for SID, there was no such thing as an ex-asset. The man he wanted wasn’t listed, of course. But he remembered the comm code. It was one of those things that had become etched in his memory, probably impossible to erase. The connect screen came up, gray and ominous. Fifteen more seconds, then he could leave a message and go back to sleep. Except that the fucking call connected and amber eyes regarded him from the second-most terrifying face he’d ever encountered. He sat up straighter. “Sir.” “Operative Rutherford.” And it turned out Admiral Qamar was no less intimidating over comm than he was in person. “Just Ed these days, Sir.” And he’d just corrected an Admiral. Necessary. But, holy shit. “Very well… Ed. Any particular reason for this call? Or were you just feeling social?” His mouth had gone dry and his pulse was fluttering like a trapped bird. But he kept his face and voice neutral. “I need to request your help, Sir. As it affects Ri—I mean, Spook, Sir.” His phrasing was deliberate. The admiral and Rina were close. Ed was banking on that fact, although the silence felt oppressive. Finally Qamar sat back and inclined his head. “Very well, Ed. Tell me everything. You wouldn’t want me to get bored.”
@kamikaye.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 7:44 AM

I already had that but I like it a lot. Vela attending a concert/rave. In 'Cloudgazer' #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

The crowd had gathered in front of a round metal stage, topped by a shell of dark steel girders, festooned with lights, projectors and all sorts of concert type tech. Sprayed cool waterfog was sliced by teal lasers. The deep reverberating bass pulse slowly started to fade, giving way to crowd chatter and nightly bird cries for a moment. Tonights festival opened with the first live act among many this night. A Nihydron trio was taking the stage with their electronic drumkit and a huge synth-harp featuring a water-filled chassis as centerpiece. A truly otherworldly soundscape filled the pit, led on a narrow path by synth-beats, like a line of lights guiding through dark sea. Vela closed her eyes and let the melody carry her through the Nihydron hommeworld's dark ocean trenches, bioluminescent passages and lush kelp forrests.
@melwaverly.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 7:32 AM

From WIP2 - Wishing You Knew

Shannon's having a moment.

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Then Jacqueline’s first notes rang through the room, beginning in a rich, smoky contralto before rising into a warm, silvery mezzo. The voice Shannon knew from records suddenly felt different—more unguarded, more alive than she’d ever imagined, carrying a confidence that seemed effortless. Shannon’s breath caught. Every muscle, every synapse, every tiny hair on her body snapped to attention. Her focus narrowed until there was only Jacqueline, her guitar, and Shannon herself. When Jacqueline’s gaze found hers, something inside Shannon’s chest shifted. She knew it was only a look, but for one impossible moment, she imagined Jacqueline was singing just for her. When the song ended, a quiet round of applause filled the room. At least she thought it did. Their hands were moving, but she couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of her pulse. Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, chapter 12
@scottjohnsonwrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 7:01 AM

The call to another week of writing and social media...I hear it everywhere. Jokes i am out of ideas and flailing now. Can't a man just write and throw his books out of the window at a passing pedestrian!?! #newbook #writing #socialmedia #booksky #writesky

@sonnetsmith.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:57 AM

Today - October 12th - is world #Arthritis day.
A painful subject, so #Poetry, #prose, and #artwork inspired by #Pain please!

#SomethingEveryday
#prompt #writingprompt #writesky #blueskypoetry #5amwritersclub #amwriting

@jonsparksauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:57 AM

#WIPSnips 12/10: #WIPSnips are from The Skilthorn Inheritance, Book 9 of The Shattered Moon.
There is just one instance of ‘pulse’.
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"All of it. Buildings, land, slaves… the entire Skilthorn estate, under covenant, to secure the future of the school and of the people." He could, if he were honest, understand why Mother sat aghast; he could not pretend, to himself or to her, that he had not felt the allure, that his pulse had not quickened when it had still seemed possible that he might one day be master of so much, of a place easily ten times the size, and ten times the worth, of Ferrowby.
@jonsparksauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:52 AM

#WritersCoffeeClub 12/10: What do you specialise in, prose-wise?
Not sure I understand this question. If it’s about the way I put words, sentences, and paragraphs together, then I don’t see that I ‘specialise’ in anything. I try to write…
#books #writing #WriteSky #writingcommunity

@sonnetsmith.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:52 AM

Hello Wild Walk #writers

Welcome home, sweet home.
Do come in but wipe your feet,
Leave the out outside.

Your word today is

#Home

Use the image/word to inspire your writing.
#WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

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@rodario.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:52 AM

My snip for the word of today: Pulse
This is near the end of book 1, where Kiradeii battles Rodario who is being controlled by an 'evil' entity called Sarnath. Her magical bow pulses/flashes under the magical attacks of Sarnath.

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@jonsparksauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:52 AM

#WordWeavers 12/10: Which relationship in your story changed the most from what you originally planned?
The question assumes that relationships can be ‘planned’, but that’s not true in real life, nor in my stories. I wouldn’t want it…
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