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@woodenvelt.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 2:44 PM

Not autumn leaves, but still a pleasant little scene.

From #Herbs&Iron my cozy romantic fantasy wip about a witch returning home after a war to reopen her gran's herb shop and reconnect with the blacksmith she left behind.

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The Bramblewhite River was a ribbon of gold beneath the setting sun, shimmering as the water rippled in the distance. A cool breeze rustled the leaves overhead and dried the sweat soaking through Sam’s shirt. From where he sat beneath the black-oak tree, he could see all the way to the end of River Row. The cobblestones followed the gentle slope of the hill, trailing past the lumber mill and the shipyard to end at a short quay. When he was little, sitting on his babba’s knee, it felt like he could see the whole world from here. It was still Sam’s favorite place to end his day.

“We cleared a lot of orders today,” Bern mumbled around a mouthful of crusty bread stuffed with fried nuggets of mashed peas and herbs.

“We did,” Sam agreed, leaning back against the bench. He ate the last bite of his sandwich and washed it down with a long sip of Miss Edie’s darkest stout.

They’d finished Hazel’s stove and Farmer Coate’s plowshare along with an order of hinges for the cabinet maker. Sam had spent the rest of the day hammering out blades for hoes, spades, and shovels. This was the time of year when farmers suddenly realized an important tool had rusted out over the winter. Now his muscles ached, but it was the pleasant sort of burn that let you know you’d done something worthwhile.

As an added bonus, it distracted him from the memory of accidentally exposing his greatest sin in Hazel’s kitchen, if only for a little while.

@geniuslemur.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 1:56 PM

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@woodenvelt.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 5:30 AM

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

This is the time of year when the leaves are supposed to fall and the heat is supposed to break. Not, you know, where I live but still...

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@woodenvelt.bsky.social Sep 3, 2026, 2:02 PM

This is what happens when you startle a sleeping thief. 🤷‍♀️

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