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@elisebetz.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:50 PM

#WIPSnips The word for October 12th is "pulse"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Nin has stopped her horse to offer a ride to the handsome stranger walking by the side of the road. Now she can see how tall he really is.

Silhouette of an oak tree against a green background. Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "pulse" Turning around while seated on her horse, Nin finally gazed at the stranger. He was handsome. Far more handsome than Alan, and he was the most handsome man in Oakdore. The stranger had a neat beard that wasn’t too long and a smile that dazzled her with straight white teeth. But it was his eyes that made her heart pound as if someone was chopping wood in her chest with the sharp and thunderous impact of each beat. She could not tell if they were green or brown, for it seemed they changed colors between the two as he moved through the dappled shade. She felt hypnotized by their stunning vibrancy as he unapologetically stared back at her with an intensity that temporarily rendered her mute. As he walked up to the horse, she finally got a sense of how tall he was. Barley was eighteen hands high, and Nin was as tall as the horse at her withers. No one except Alan was taller than Nin in Oakdore, and that was by only a few inches. This stranger’s shoulder came up to Barley’s withers, meaning he was a full head taller that Nin. Standing next to the horse, Nin gawked, her mouth agape and her pulse now beating faster than a drum during a fast jig.
@vieveda.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:48 PM

My modern BL romance, 'Modesh' is now uploading on pinya! 🍍

pinya.io/novels/modesh

#booksky #writesky #bl #blnovel

@melroseauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:40 PM

Alright #writesky the #firstline of my new draft, and the first line of today is:

"I should have known that the world was ending when I popped a rib out of place before my morning coffee."

#hypermobility #basedonatruestory

@verosthewriter.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:37 PM

#WIPSnips
In Prophecy 71, the MCs return from a capital-Q Quest, with Zedenko tied/roughed up. Gallara has been trying to overcome her culturally-ingrained racism, especially after a bad slip with Alakshi, and hopes her mind charm spell will help here.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

When they finally made it to the city gates, a couple of guards jumped to block them before they even got close. “Who are you, and who’s that with you?” one of them shouted. “Holy shit, what did you do to - Wait, is he a half-elf? Oh, well then, he probably -” Gallara looked both guards in the eye, and magic pulsed in her skull again as she leaned in. “Half-elves are just as deserving of respect as anyone,” she hurried, “and the vast majority are nice people. This one is an outlier, and that’s only because of extreme circumstances. Don’t you agree?” Part of her wondered if maybe she was trying too hard. “Oh, yes, definitely,” the human guard said, and the elven one nodded as they both eased their posture. “My cousin dated one for a little while, and he was polite as you please.” “Don’t forget it. Now can we pass?” She glanced back at Alakshi, who looked uncomfortable. Crap, she was trying too hard. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
@rosieforest.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:36 PM

Hello blue people!

What are your goals for today? 🫶

I am on my way home from work. Taking off my daytime job lanyard and putting on my author cap. Aiming to finish a chapter tonight?

💙📚 #writesky #writingcommunity

@narkerns.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:34 PM

My typical instagram experience

Don’t really want to get in line with 483 other authors tbh.

#writingcommunity #BookSky #WriteSky

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@thethetasigma.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:20 PM

The opening scene of Infinitesimal...
A snippet I am very proud of.

#musical #originalmusical #writesky #writingcommunity #queerwriters #amwriting #pluralsky #transwriter #aspecauthors

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The set is a monochrome cityscape. There are hoses and industrial equipment nearby. See, Benjamin Tempora comes on from the right stage. Walking slowly with his cane seemingly contemplating something important. He begins to sing the opening number, Infinite no Infinitesimal. BENJAMIN TEMPORA Can I change our fate…? The kids and I…? I surely hope so… Benjamin Tempora walks into his workplace as the set pieces move to reveal the inner workings of a museum he had once been standing outside of. The other employees looked at him as if he was in trouble.
@camroundabout.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:09 PM

One of the best beta reading comments I ever received was "too much booping in this scene"

(I disagreed tautologically, no such thing as too many boops, but the blocking and framing of the whole scene did get changed and the boops did in fact need to go)

#WriteSky

@margerybayne.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:02 PM

A lot of things marketed enemies-to-lovers would more accurately be described as rivals-to-lover or haters-to-lovers. Enemies-to-lovers implies (or should imply) a certain level of stakes.

#EnemiesToLovers #RomanceTropes #WriteSky #BookSky

@iamkaymichelle.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:02 PM

I haven't posted this in a while, but @pstergos.bsky.social and @hmmadness.bsky.social have since joined the #ReelRank News writing staff and published pieces, so they're on here, too.

go.bsky.app/Xr1sLw

30 great #FilmSky & #WriteSky peeps who substantively contribute to our #film discussions 🤗

@caffeinatedeel.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:01 PM

#writesky #writingcommunity #worldbuilding

While looking for some references images for Medieval towns I stumbled upon this sub-Reddit and, damn, it's got some good stuff. You want information about European towns from the last 2,000 years, they got it!

@nightoffallengods.comOct 12, 2026, 2:49 PM

#WritingPrompt
I like to put a twist on an existing recognizable phrase.

The Night of Fallen Gods is meant to evoke the Night of Broken Glass.

A Labor of Duty is a play on “A Labor of Love”

The Dreams Between is a play on Between Dreams and Reality.

Etc etc.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

@mbhenry1985.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 2:23 PM

So begins another week of tearing apart a manuscript and putting it back together.

😀

#Monday #writesky

@krovris.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 2:18 PM

The agony pulsed up and down its prone, pathetic form, worsening for what felt like hours before the pain subsided again. The body could only lay there, sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, waiting for this nightmare to end.

#WritingCommunity #Amwriting #Writesky #WIPSnips #sci-fi #WritingPrompts

The Body could only wince in pain as it realized just how much every part of it hurt. The agony pulsed up and down its prone, pathetic form, worsening for what felt like hours before the pain subsided again. The body could only lay there, sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, waiting for this nightmare to end. Amidst the pain was an overwhelming sense of unbridled rage, coupled with dread and sorrow that sang as if it’d been struck like a tuning fork, the note cacophonous and unbearable. A desire to run, to scream, to cry, to thrash about and resist whatever hell had befallen it possessed its mind so deeply— yet it could not move. All the body could do was try to make sense of this pain, of the wrongs that had surely occurred, of the abandonment that had surely sunk serrated claws deep into its flesh. Indeed, its mind swam with these possibilities, and it longed to return to the world of the dead for just a little longer. Just until the pain abated… And then it heard a sound.
@nectar-vam77.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 2:13 PM

#LGBTQWriteAThon #queerwriters #writingcommunity #lgbtqwriters #WritingQ #Writesky

My goals today? finishing the blueprints of my other wip-- a witchcraft school story to counter JK Rowling's, with sexual/gender fluid students & staff, disabled witches using magic as an aid, etc 🧵1/?

@lockheartfiction.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 2:01 PM

#WIPSnips

From Book 2 of Resist. You all get to see Ferris lose his mind after the Circle captured Rollan.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Quivering in the shadows of the Obsidian Sector, a soldier begged for his life. Unable to move as fear petrified him, he watched as his fellow servicemen rose from the ground without a pulse. Ferris’s vengeful eyes turned on him. Unable to control himself, the soldier began to blubber as did those before him. Like Ort’s men and the magistrates from centuries ago. Humans felt invincible until they realized there was a fate worse than death. Five thralls surrounded Ferris as he licked the blood from the thin blade. Archaic, it still filled his body with euphoria to take blood directly from a body. The sixth thrall rose with a lumbering jolt. Clean and satisfied, Ferris was prepared to exact his revenge. If Rollan wasn’t alive, then everything would die. Last time Ferris held back. This time, he didn't want to.
@tempestteapot.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 2:00 PM

#WIPSnips #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚

From my Epic Fantasy novel Demon’s Bargain. Kahyla sought refuge from an assassin on the ship Despard was guarding. Has she chosen the wrong man to trust?

A figure limped between snow-shrouded counting tables. “I know she’s up there,” said the man in the familiar clipped accent of Huxen. “Send her down and we can split the bounty.” Kahyla cringed against the ribs of the ship’s wall as Despard rose to the top of the gangplank. “What bounty? Why do you want her?” He drew two daggers and held them at his sides. The ship’s rigging groaned as the wind pulsed down the river. Balanced on the narrow board, Despard tensed on flexed knees. “A smaller haul for her location,” said the voice, crunching steps growing louder and closer. “Bigger payout for proof of kill on all three Tamrins.” Kahyla scanned Despard’s face but could read nothing in the line of his moonlit jaw. “You’d pay in advance?” said Despard. Oh Parkith, how could she have misjudged Despard? So many evenings of quiet joy but now haggling over the price of betrayal? Where on the ship could she hide? To jump into the river to escape would be as certain to kill her as the assassin’s knife. The board creaked as the man stepped on the bottom slat. “Don’t be foolish. I could only pay for the location bounty up front,” he said with a hypnotic purr. “But if you wait, the second payout is so much better. Decide how much money you want.” “Kahyla decides,” Despard said quietly, his knife glinting as he twisted it and caught her eye. Sleeping saints, what was he saying? Decide - this man’s life or hers? She breathed cold air. A nod. “No bed warmer on a cold night then,” Despard said loudly for the assassin to hear. He stepped off the ramp, leaving the path open. “Come and get her.”
@howard-aiken.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 1:58 PM

#WritersCoffeeClub 12 Oct
What do you specialise in, prose-wise?

Real-world historical fiction. Without magic, dragons or other fantasy add-ons.

#writing #writingcommunity #histfic #writesky