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@inventingreality.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 6:05 AM

Word in transition: Co-worker vs. coworker
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@sungjuahn.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 6:04 AM

Taught myself to write a novel by writing a historical fiction
⏳📚 set in 1940's Colonial Korea. Here are 250 books that taught me about writing or the world of my story. 🖋️📚

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#EduSky #Family #Seoul #IMF #FinancialCrisis @minjinlee.bsky.social

203/250

Book cover of "American Hagwon" by Min Jin Lee.
@gmgray.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:59 AM

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You don't have to think they're pretty cute, but *I* will continue to think they're pretty cute...

“And my father.” Sven leaned his forehead against the metal paneling. “He dismisses me on my own ship? Allows those pompous asses to insult you and the Volsung family lineage in the same breath?” His hand curled into a fist before he slammed it again into the wall. Once, then twice, but before the third time, Alan grabbed it, holding the fist so Sven couldn’t hurt himself further. Sven tried to yank his arm free from Alan’s grip, but when Alan didn’t budge, he looked up with a wild, pitiful expression. Alan had never seen Sven on the verge of tears before, but he recognized the signs. “It wouldn’t be like this if Hilde were here,” Sven whispered. “She’d be an admiral by now. She’d…she’d…” The look in Sven’s eyes broke Alan’s heart. Memories of Alan’s mother rose to the forefront of his thoughts. How many times had Alan imagined her alive in some time or place long after her passing? The words she would have said, the comfort she’d have brought him. The knowledge that a small piece of the universe would forever be missing. Before Alan could stop himself, he pulled Sven into a tight, fierce hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, knowing how inadequate those words were yet having nothing else to offer. Despite everything, Sven seemed to understand the gesture. He wrapped his arms around Alan and buried his face in Alan’s chest. “I should be the one apologizing,” he muttered. “I didn’t think…I didn’t think they’d treat you like this.” “I know it’s not much comfort, but this is about what I expect when my mixed heritage is involved,” Alan murmured with a humorless smile. “My feelings about Tristan aren’t the only reason I prefer to pass as a full human. I went through the same thing with my superiors when joining the Elite. Though for the opposite reasons, as you can imagine.” After a moment, he added, “That said, Tristan knows how to make enemies, doesn’t he?”
@jessfaulks.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:57 AM

From #PairsOfPumpkins 1 that I'm currently working on a third edition of!

Portia find no joy being on her home turf.

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There was no nostalgia for her feet to be on native soil. She had not missed this place. The only signs of life were the shambling of sullen townsfolk minding their own business, lifeless eyes on the ground in front of them, not looking beyond their next step. The land was joyless, and she wouldn’t stay any longer than necessary. She ventured out of Samyi and through a well-groomed mountain pass to the central valley, an expanse of farmland carved between untouched forest. Spaced for a day’s travel through thick snow were inns or sometimes, very small villages.Often around the halfway point inbetween stood a small tavern or inn. For all the boredom and gloom of the Pale Lands, their infrastructure was superb, though the strongest ales they served would struggle to get a child drunk.
@persephone666.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:46 AM

Simpler times for my beloved ✨✨

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Text: with the beats. She flounced over to me, her smile all the sunshine in the world as she grasped my hands and made me dance with her. I wanted to stay tired, I wanted to keep the frown a permanent fixture. But between the music, the moving, and her smile, I gave in. Grinning like a fool as we twirled around the apartment. By the time the next song started I was a breathless smiling mess. "Not until tonight. So you have time to drink and then pass out." She said in answer, moving back to the kitchen with me following her. She twirled and slid me a glass of amber colored liquid. "Whiskey?" I asked and she nodded, "Yep. You've had a long irritating week." I chuckled despite the stress that seeped into my fucking bones. "You know what we should do?" She asked as she leaned down onto the bar counter, pure mischief danced in her brown eyes. "What?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. "We should go clubbing!" She replied. Times like these I was reminded just how lucky I am to have someone like—redacted name —in my life. For so many reasons. One of the biggest being that without her I'd be a miserable fucking hermit, even if her being a human sunbeam drove me insane sometimes.
@cassieoakman.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:38 AM

Tilda is reluctant to speak to the doctor; she fears she won't like what he has to say.

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #mystery

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@asteyni.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:36 AM

From my sci-fi conspiracy story. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Jorryn scanned their badge and passed through the interior wooden doors. The lyrical rhythm of Shari's voice faded behind them as they approached the bank of employee elevators and joined a group of fellow researchers and assistants on their way upstairs. Of them, Jorryn was the only one with a lanyard. As they figetted with their badge, they couldn't keep their thoughts from drifting back to this supposed VIP. The security personnel unnerved them. Surely the gene lab was a safe enough place. Hell, this entire neighborhood of New Leioa was safe enough, by their estimation. Were they some notable politician? The planetary governor had been here once, during Jorryn's tenure, and they didn't remember any security then. But maybe the bodyguards had waited in the lobby that time, too.
@silassummersauthor.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:34 AM

#WIPSnips - October 15, 2026

Daxton is speaking to his boss after his trip where he learned Daxton is dating another man. He works in a very masculine job so he is a bit worried about his boss' reaction.

SPOILER: He has nothing to fear.

#TheRomanticTalesSeries #OwnVoice #WritingCommunity

“I’ve been hearing some things around the shop today, but you know how I feel about gossip.” He sits on the edge of his desk, his hands neatly tucked onto his thighs. “So I’m going to ask you for the truth. Is it true that you started seeing someone and that this someone might be another man?” The room goes silent, I look at him and the rest of the room fades away. I swallow hard before I answer, my voice wavering slightly but I try to keep it steady as possible. “Yes, sir. That is true.” He looks at me and then looks up out his office window, a few seconds pass but they seem like an eternity as I wait for him to lose his shit. I’m ready to bolt, ready to stand up for myself and maybe even throw a punch. “He treats you well?” I steady my voice again, “Yes. He treats me really well. I don’t think I have ever felt like this before.” I look him in the eyes as I talk, which seems out of character for me and slightly takes me by surprise. “I feel like I found the one and I didn’t even know it.” He nods softly as he continues to look out the window. He is silent for a few more seconds as his brain works, absorbing the information.
@acturek.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:32 AM

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #pass

All he can do is wish and watch and worry, but he’ll do those things with all his might.

- Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

up. As Virgil lifted him he heard his brother gasping nearby, nearly incapacitated, and wished again he were able to spare him. They PASSed into the tunnel and complete darkness enfolded them. He flinched at the clang of a portcullis dropping. Torches flared, only two. The guards permitted no speech, making the muffled crashing of brick and mortar all the more frightening as it shook the tunnel. Here and there water dripped or gushed from cracks in the walls, ceiling and floor. At a junction of connecting corridors Salde left them, taking no torch. Rushak peered through the darkness where he had disappeared, trying to keep his bearings. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
@toptags.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:30 AM

🔥 BlueSky trending hashtags (30m) #16-30:

#writingcommunity #aiイラスト #oc #daddy #네토 #porn #섹트 #gayporn #eck #inktober #초대남 #furryart #ass #fanart #artist

👇 #1-15 trending hashtags

@trendtags.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:30 AM

🚀 BlueSky trending hashtags (15m):

#섹블 #art #nsfw #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #섹트 #photography #일탈 #womensart #네토 #ass #nowplaying #초대남 #oc

@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:29 AM

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‘Pass’ in Wizards Without Wands

My plan at the time — punish the son to revenge the father — fizzled out almost immediately. I did become quite violently overzealous with the punishment, though, but I healed him tenderly afterward (stop laughing) and loved him passionately after that (really, please stop). So yes, like any sad old lech, I crushed on my grandson's schoolmate. I fell hard for the son of my sworn enemy. The revenge? Forgotten in the haze of lovely days. My boy continued to spend holidays at the manor, and sweet Salazar, what a marvelous way to pass the time. He loved being there and I loved having him there. But then it changed, you see. That's why I'm writing again. The growing-up part I could just pooh-pooh, but he wanted to apprentice — with Garrick — at that dusty wand shop. Was Albus the Astute trying to push *all* my buttons? Naturally I had to track the old wand-maker down and pave the way for my young paramour. I can still make Garrick quake. I just wish he hadn't been so embarrassingly forthright during his internment at the manor. Had Gabby Garrick kept quiet about the twin cores, I might still have my wand today.Wizards Without Wands by rachels_memories
@paulhikari.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:26 AM

#Octember

Makoto: a library

Gil Dong: a nightclub

Tulio: a funhouse

Yukiko and Natsumi: a gym

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@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:25 AM

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‘Pass’ in Blood Work

It goes without saying that Narcissa's approach of Abraxas had been... unusual, surprising even. But only if you hadn't a clue about who Narcissa really was, or what she knew, and what she'd heard and overheard. As the years passed and she and Lucius grew apart, she had Draco. When they moved to separate wings, she had Draco. When Lucius embarked on a series of dalliances like his father, she still had Draco. She had Draco even as she took lovers of her own. By then, the secret seemed to hold no more power over Lucius. He no longer seemed to care about family secrets. He no longer seemed to care about anything that Narcissa could see. But no one would know because this, too, was a family secret, and family secrets must be kept at all costs — Unless and until the weight of those secrets were to grow too heavy for such a family to support, and threaten to destroy them from the inside.Blood Work by rachels_memories
@persephone666.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:20 AM

I’ve finished doing tweaks and story changes on my first book hoooooooooo boy

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@amandabryana.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:19 AM

Kyan has just had to make it really clear to Cole that they are in fact in a relationship and not just seeing each other casually. He's a little confused as to what wasn't clear, because he is All In, so he asked Cole why he'd thought he wouldn't want to formalise it.

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

‘I would never have expected to be a guy with a famous boyfriend. It’s hard to explain, but I’m still mentally adjusting.’ ‘Please try to explain. That’s worrying me. Are you struggling?’ ‘No. Not struggling. Adjusting. My self-image mostly, I think. Men like me go out with the guy from accounts, or a solicitor, architect, driving instructor. Average guys. Maybe the hot barista we see every day, but probably not because that’s a bit adventurous. Men like you go out with artists, models, other actors. Creatives.’ ‘Baby, did you just describe yourself as average for a second time?’ I’d let it pass the first time, but I wasn’t having that. ‘I am Mr Average. There is nothing remarkable about me at all.’ ‘If I ever hear you say that again, we’re going to have our first argument. Understand?’ ‘But—’ ‘No buts. You are intelligent, kind, hot as fuck, absolutely adorable, and utterly addictive. You are in no way average. My boyfriend is incredible and I am a very lucky man. Understand?’ ‘Yes, Kyan.’ ‘Good boy. As for dating other creative souls, yeah, that can be fun. It is exhausting when both of you are ridiculously high maintenance humans though, and I’m high maintenance enough for both of us.’ ‘So you like me because I’m… not like that.’ ‘Good save. I like you because you’re you. Simple as that. We need to get you back to work.’ I had to be more careful to make my feelings absolutely clear to Cole. Not only was he still aligning the last of the fantasy with the reality, but I was his first relationship. He had literally nothing to compare the way I treated him to. I was not allowing thoughts of us eventually breaking up to enter my head, but if he ever did get sick of me he would leave with the highest of standards. If there was a guy after me, he was going to need to step the fuck up and treat my Cole right, because he would know what that meant.
@jacevk.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:17 AM

Good morning, #WIPSnips!

Good morning, Frogbo.

🐸

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~An excerpt from the WIP Frogbo written by Jace Patience van Kaathoven—that's me :) (word of the day ["pass”] -> ["GO"])~ Grab the green thing: the Last Thing, the Final Thing of Verse Unial Most. Ball the metaphysical fist (this is the easy part), squishly now. But a putty-mush plucked from the proverbial pumpkin patch-that-which-paves-creation’s make. You know the one. The same place you spring forthst—nothing. Anyway, ball the Metaphist. Hold the future as if it makes to escape. Then, like a pineal pin-prick piercing pon a layer of aether most known-un, take all Our strength, TOBB, and give Fate a Throw. Though I have bad news, FROG. I thought you should know: For all intents and portents thine defines a one-way yo-yo. Now [GO]. FALLING. Once more. For the road.
@dr-beyond.comOct 15, 2026, 5:15 AM

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#DrBeyond #metaphysics #consciousness #occult #esoteric #SpiritualCounseling #MetaphysicalTheology #dogsky #dogsofbluesky #catsky #catsofbluesky #SpaceWizard #TTRPG #IndieAuthors #WritingCommunity