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@cjmann3.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:28 PM

Admiral Calder knows the pulse of a ship and that dry land has none. He would rather face squalls and storms at sea than answer a new queen’s summons at the palace.

From QUEEN FOR A DAY, a finished fantasy novel.

#WIPSnip #BookSky #QueerFantasy #DarkFantasy #MythicFantasy #WriteSky

Chapter 6 Eighteenth Ring (Noontime - The Day After Queen Disaya’s Death) Calder detested dry land. It lacked rhythm and held no sense of flow. Yes, it offered vistas that could steal a man’s breath: cliffs and forests and sky enough to make poets of sailors, yet it remained resolute. Unmoving. A beautiful kind of wrong. Nothing compared to the ocean’s rocking, the familiar argument between hull and wave. Nothing beat the feel of waterlogged timbers beneath his bare feet at sea, boards breathing up through his soles as if the ship itself had a pulse. Like countless seafarers before him, Admiral Calder had always been enamored with the stars glittering overhead, indifferent beacons to those upon land who kept their gaze transfixed on one foot in front of the other. Now here he was, dragged ashore and summoned to meet with the queen no less. As much as he admired Cobeah, enough to feel a private pride in her rise, he wanted nothing more than to turn around and chase salt wind back to open water. Even sailors, who’ve weathered the worst the world can imagine, know there’s no good reason to remain upon the shore.
@karenpgonzalez.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:15 PM

So many directions this could have in!
#prompt: #SixInchesOfBlackThread
#doublecherita #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky
#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
#fictionwriters #poets #creativewriting
#STAYCREATIVE
@madp03t.bsky.social

six inches of black thread tautly wrap this broken world into a ball knotted desire and despair swing - pendulum moods make us dizzy Karen Pierce Gonzalez
@loldalmatians.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:13 PM

Hope that when the group reads ch5 they'll understand the character motivation better and there won't be any more victim blaming or telling me that im portrayin victims wrong (im literally writing from my own experience :D). Sometimes victims react in "unfavorable" ways, shocker
#writing #writesky

@chschwartz.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:12 PM

#LitHodgepodge 12

Artemisia: "I want someone kind, who looks after others before themselves, and above all wants to know me for me and not for what they think my family can do for them. And they don't think me practicing magic is weird!"

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

@inventingreality.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:00 PM

#WritingCommunity #writingtips #writers #amwriting #writesky inventingrealityediting.com/2...

@writingwithgrace.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:41 PM

#writesky #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #wipsnips
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."

@furaiyumewrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:37 PM

And this, friends, is exactly why we're not letting Rein negotiate with supernatural entities anymore.

That poor devil would have been suckered into helping him for free because Rein would accidentally spend three hours explaining the symbolism behind it.

...One Biju is enough! (˃ ⤙ ˂")

#WriteSky

@radium26.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:31 PM

📚 Would lore snippets be interesting to post? Little bits of worldbuilding from my #RadiumAge setting 🤔

#WritingCommunity #Writesky #Author #Booksky #Worldbuilding #Lore

@jjasmith.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:24 PM

Pentober Day 12: TOWER

This is an expert from a #WIP

A lighthouse rises above the drowned Outer Banks. Below it, humanity has adapted to an alien-made ocean and somehow, the graveyard shift still comes with donuts.

www.jjasmith.com/post/pentobe...

#WriteSky #SciFi #ClimateFiction #Worldbuilding

@moirakurtinwrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:18 PM

#LitHodgepodge 12

Unna: Respect. She'd want any partner to acknowledge the work she does and be properly impressed by it.

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

@ncsayers.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:13 PM

And a potential story, too. #sff #SpecFic #SpecLit #WriteSky #WriterSky #moon #astronomy

futurism.com/space/large-...

@josephbrassey.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:01 PM

Heyo! Chapter 21 of Glassblade is out to general audiences! Want to support my work? The story is serializing now. Dynastic struggle, romance, cosmic horrors, glass swords. Art by @data2048.bsky.social
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Booksky

All links here: www.josephbrassey.com/the-wielder-...

The cover of Joseph Brassey’s Glassblade, done by MG Norris photography, featuring a drawing of a teenage boy by Angie Artos, a pencil, an iPhone, a glass sword hilt, and a necklaceThe 5 PoV characters of Glassblade, drawn by Data 2048Downtown Tacoma by night. A hand summoning purple fire.
@inventingreality.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:00 PM

#shortstories #writesky #WIP #writer #writerfail inventingrealityediting.com/2...

@beverlylanderson.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:00 PM

#writingtips #writinghelp #CreativeWriting #AmWriting #WritingAdvice #Storytelling #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #FictionWriting #NarrativeCraft #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WritersSupport #AuthorLife #bookstagram #booksky #writesky #WritingInspiration

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@rosieforest.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:59 PM

A #WIPsnip prompt MADE for These Murky Hells

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
💙📚🪐

They held me tight, their pulse throbbing against my skin, blood running beneath in their veins. My gums ached, throat burned, but I forced it down.
@redwoodrhetorica.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:38 PM

Method Monday: the Forster line everyone half-remembers. "The king died and then the queen died," is a story. "The king died, and then the queen died of grief" is a plot.

A story makes us ask "and then?" A plot makes us ask "why?"

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/70492

#writesky

@bloodoathwriting.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:31 PM

Writing Prompt of the Day: Write a piece about... rebirth!

Share snippets of new pieces or old WIPs you've given new life to -- whatever you're currently motivated to take a stab at is perfect.

#writing #writingprompt #writesky #booksky #writingcommunity

@chrisakins.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:31 PM

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

#writesky #wipsnips #writingcommunity #booksky

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.Cover for The Earthlings!
@norashear.bsky.socialOct 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.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #BookSky

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.