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@inventingreality.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:05 AM

Flash of brilliance: Lightning vs. lightening
#grammar #writingtips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers
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@mcwrites27.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:04 AM

#LitHodgepodge D12:
Katie - honesty, devotion, and tenderness
Bekah - loyalty, comradery, and obsession
Megan - honor, trust, and honesty
Della - strength, love, and protectiveness
#WritingCommunity #WriteSky

@pgsundling.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:58 AM

#5amWritersClub added an interaction with the villain that makes things more personal.

#writingCommunity #authorSky #writerSky #amWriting

@sainiku.northsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:57 AM

#LitHodgepodge

Jane & Myself: “Compassion.”
Liz: “I’d say… Kindness.”
Cam: “Honesty, of course.”
Lusana: “Perhaps… Patience?”
Spiral: “Tolerance.”
Erina: “I don’t know! Um… I guess empathy?”
Rinara: “Resilience.”
Arthur: “Hm… Independence, I suppose.”

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:57 AM

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #traumamakesdrama

‘Pulse’ in Skipping a Generation

"BUT I WAS AFRAID I'M TOO OLD, NOW. TO BE INITIATED." SILENCE — NO. NOT SILENCE. THERE IS THE POUNDING OF SCORPIUS' PULSE, THE QUIET RHYTHM OF GRANDFATHER'S BREATH ALONG HIS NECK, AND THE DRAG OF HIS THUMB AT SCORPIUS' JAW AS IT *OPENS* — "DO YOU *FEEL* TOO OLD?" "NO, I —“ LUCIUS STROKES SCORPIUS' JAW, COVERS HIS MOUTH — JUST FOR A MOMENT, AND SCORPIUS THINKS ABOUT TOUCHING HIS TONGUE TO THAT OPEN PALM — BUT IT IS ONLY A MOMENTARY THOUGHT, BECAUSE LUCIUS MOVES HIS HAND TO CUP SCORPIUS CHIN. AND ANGLE IT ENOUCH TO MEET SCORPIUS' EYES. "YOU *KNOW* ME, SCORPIUS. ALL OF YOUR YOUNG LIFE, YOU'VE *KNOWN*—“ "OH. NO, PLEASE DON'T —“ "WE'VE HAD *YEARS* TOGETHER -" NOT LIKE THIS. THIS IS *DIFFERENT.* IT IS — *EVERYTHING.*Skipping a Generation by rachels_memories DRACO IS TOO CONSUMED WITH GRIEF TO INITIATE HIS SON IN THE OLD WAYS. SO SCORPIUS CONVINCES HIS GRANDFATHER TO PERFORM THE RITUALS THAT WILL MAKE HIM A REAL MALFOY. LUCIUS IS HAPPY TO DO IT. FAMILY IS EVERYTHING.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:54 AM

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #traumamakesdrama

‘Pulse’ in Spellbound

*Speak,* Hermione." "I... it's..." She shakes her head, once. "Muggle-born — mud-bloods, we are - thought to be, inherently *less,* we are — thought to be — at a disadvantage..." "Are you now." "Yes —“ "Because of your 'dirty blood.' Mm? Your *filthy* —“ "No, I —“ Lucius slips his hand down to rest at the edge of her curvaceous clavicle. He lets his fingers encircle the base of her throat, thumb and fingertips touching the pulse on each side. It's a gentle hold, only a little threatening. "Shh, my dear." Hermione nods, or perhaps she is only stretching her neck for air. "Do you *like* being a *lesser* witch? No?" He laughs — and doesn't release his hand, even when she grasps at it. "Wait, Hermione. Wait, now."Spellbound by rachels_memories
@acturek.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:53 AM

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #pulse

Shalhra comes for Drisal; his horse has not forgotten him.

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

Drisal woke. Night still covered him, cold and unforgiving. Agony danced with nothingness and each kept him fast against the ground in their turn. His eyes closed again, his cheek rested on the earth and he felt a pulse. Faint but familiar, a rhythm beneath him, vibrating his stone-hard bed of frost, knocking gently on his heart. His eyelids fluttered. A sound came closer, a heartbeat racing in fours, in threes—ever so gently growing louder yet calming, slowing—threes, slower, now twos. Now four again, close, two twice, much closer—now silence. Drisal lay trembling, listening, afraid to stir a muscle until a loud, damp puff in his ear blew him over, onto his back. Thick hair dropped and tickled his face. Warm breath and nibbles on his chest and a low, soft whicker. He lifted his hand. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
@mcwrites27.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:45 AM

The #WIPSnip Word of the Day is 'pulse' - and this one is a heart pounding escape from a monstrous creature that seemingly stole Bekah away in the dead of night. Mild content warning for extreme emotional distress.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

The WIP Snip Word of the Day is 'pulse' - the following is an excerpt from my novel WIP 'The Canary' featuring the word of the day - content warning for stalking and severe panic - "Please! Please!" I shrieked, a voice escaping me that I hadn't heard since I was little. Pure fear. "Help me!"  Just when I thought the creature would reach out and snap at me, the door from behind me vanished as I slammed into the cold linoleum tile of Petty's lobby. The wind punched out of my chest from the impact, my hyperventilating turning to dry, short gasps. Breathing burned worse than when I'd taken a fat rip off Bekah's pipe. I doubled over, scrambling inside and pressing my hands against the door to keep that thing out. I couldn't even see who let me in.  The morning shift cook wrapped her warm, heavy arms around my shoulders and shushed me. She brushed my hair from my face and chided Tatum for his attitude. I could barely hear a word, my own pulse deafening me completely. Outside, the beast circled briefly before scampering away back into the dark.  "Tatum, just call the goddamn police," the cook huffed. "It's okay now, sugar. You're safe. What happened? What's goin' on?"  "Bekah," I managed, stammering violently as the shock began to darken my vision. "S-something took Bekah." 
@spillwordspress.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:43 AM

I Will Come For You
written by: Anu Shrestha
 

I will come for you
when the sky turns grey,
air engulfs silence,
beds are frozen.

I will come for you
when beings share same roof —
share food, breathe the same air,
same skin, #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature

@sandeepraiza.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:40 AM

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#Fintech #Business #TechNews #BuyMeACoffee #WritingCommunity

@thetoypress.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:39 AM

Hello, here is your #wordoftheweek!

#PoetryCommunity #poetryforchildren #writingcommunity #writingforchildren

@silassummersauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:32 AM

#WIPSnips - October 12, 2026

Noble and Nyx are about to start the bonding ritual between vampires and humans, something that is a lifetime commitment between the two.

It starts with the vampire drinking some of the humans blood.

#TheRomanticTalesSeries #OwnVoice #WritingCommunity

“You don’t have to do this.” I spoke quietly with a bit of reverence. “This is only one step in the whole process of this partnership. I want you to understand what this means.” Noble rolled his eyes, “I’m not a child, Nyx. I know exactly what I am doing, I know exactly what I am offering, and I want this.” "And yet, you’re rolling your eyes like one," Nyx countered. Noble sighed but relented. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He stepped forward, his bare chest resting against mine. “Nyx, I want to be bonded. It will make us stronger. It will protect both of us. And, in the end of it all, I only see myself wanting you.” I cleared my throat, unused to these kinds of affirmations. After what seemed like hours of contemplating, I agreed. “Alright. I agree with you, hunter. You have shown me beauty I never would have seen otherwise.” Leaning my face to his neck, I checked one last time. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” With that final word, my fangs extended from my mouth and sunk into the pulse point on his neck.
@laurapickwrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:29 AM

I'm having a thinking morning, planning out the best introduction for my next character...ok, fine, I'm staring at my phone.

#5amwritersclub #writingcommunity #writesky

@spillwordspress.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:29 AM

Monster
written by: Sumana Bhattacharjee
 

Monsters are not merely those people
Whom you heard of in bedtime stories
Or in a famous novel.

You don't need to name him "Frankenstein"
Sometimes, even you can't define.
Behind their #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature

@sandeepraiza.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:28 AM

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@asteyni.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:28 AM

Surprised I don't have this one yet, but I do have a synonym or two.

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

He sank into his dressing chair, and Viridian squatted down to clean the wound. Xe wasn't gentle. It hurt like a motherfucker. Viridian expertly sandwiched complaints and censure between schedule updates, but all of it fell on deaf ears. He hadn't lost that much blood—at least, he hadn't thought so—but the fading adrenaline and throbbing pain made it difficult to focus on anything else. His lieutenant mechanically stripped him out of his clothes and left him alone in the bathroom with stern instructions to finish cleaning himself up. Naturally, Rei ignored those entirely and curled up on the floor with his cheek and brow pressed against the cold marble tile.
@kellythomaslit.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:26 AM

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