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@estantia.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 1:10 PM

Chapter 21: A Single Li, in which we get stealth backstory and set up some things for EotUS book 2.

[Royal Road link](www.royalroad.com/fiction/1816...)
[Patreon link](www.patreon.com/Estantia/pos...)
[Sufficient Velocity](forums.sufficientvelocity.com/threads/riva...)

#Wuxia #WriteSky

@jpspalding.comOct 12, 2026, 12:48 PM

No matter how pleased I am with the first draft, it’s always in the edit, with the help of critique partners and beta readers, that the manuscript becomes smarter than I am

#WriteSky
#amEditing

@margerybayne.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:37 PM

This is such a good look into Haven's thinking process but also some foreshadowing for when he is going to make a rash decision.

#WIPSnips #BookSky #WriteSky #AmQuerying

Haven let three beats of his pulse pass before turning his attention to Patience, from where it had wandered in the first place. One way to never appear to be caught unaware was to never react too fast. Never startle, jolt, or fumble. Rather, take your time, take a breath, and think before you act or speak. Be methodical and precise in all things. When you weren’t, when you let emotions guide rash decisions, that’s when mistakes were made.
@zprospero.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:37 PM

#Octember

#SatchelCumberland and I visit a fucked-up crossroads at midnight to propose an eldritch pact.

I mean... film... yeah.

2/2

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

@zprospero.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:37 PM

Please try to remember the 12th of #Octember!

TODAY'S QUESTION: What would your character offer a devil to try and trick them into helping?

No souls allowed! That currency is banned. You need to welch on this deal! That is the plan!

1/2

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

On the 12th of #Octember, A soul is not a good trade, it’s best to remember. How to trick a trickster is a question we’re yelping, so TODAY’S QUESTION IS: What would your character offer a devil to try and trick them into helping?
@aywren.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:29 PM

✨Runne - Doubt and Inquest 8 is up! ✨

The final segment of this section is up, wherein KiNa and ShiKon finally come clean about their feelings for each other.

#Fantasy #Fiction #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writing

sygnus.org/runne/story/...

@floweringsnows.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:28 PM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts

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@markjohnston905.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:24 PM

CW: amputation, general medieval battle damage

They discover people have been abusing their sacred drug/medicine.

#WIPsnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

"What is this in your mouth?" Mira asked the man. Her voice was a mix of awe and disgust, as if she couldn't believe what she was asking. ​The man smiled at her, some drool running out of the corner of his mouth. "What's it to you, wench?" ​Dray tightened the belt, likely a little tighter than was totally necessary, earning a growl from the man. "You are much too old to be drinking solhara, son. Why has your Earth Mother allowed you to wander out here in the woods with it? That's dangerous." ​"None of your business, old man," the scout replied angrily. His face was beginning to turn white and his eyes rolled slightly. ​Mira slapped the man lightly, trying to keep his attention. "What's happening in Black Cave? Why have you cut yourself off from everyone?" ​The man made no reply. ​Bert looked at the man, blood still flowing from his shoulder and a large puddle having formed from his missing leg. He knew the man had come at him to kill, but Bert didn't want the man to die. An orange foam was now bubbling slowly from his mouth. ​"He's in shock, I don't think he'll make it," Dray said quietly. He had his fingers on the man's neck, feeling his pulse. "Even with these wounds, he should have lasted much longer. I thought we'd be able to bring him home and stitch him up. I don't understand." ​"Something with the drug?" Cat suggested.
@rubiowrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:19 PM

Faris wants someone who respects him rather than just wants him.

Lir wants someone who cares for him deeply.

#LitHodgepodge #WriteSky

@sayaashrah.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:01 PM

#WIPSnips 12. “Pulse(s)”

Lots of Pulse(s) in the story when that’s the word for the global time measurement of Arak’shiir/Netherrealm.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #CaptainNitara #Ashtara #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

Now she opened her eyes and squinted at the demon, who was sitting on a block of iron and staring down at her, trying to gauge whether Ashrah was making fun of her. No, the captain decided. She doesn’t have the capacity for humour. “How old are you again?” “Sixty-one thousand, two hundred and forty-seven Pulses. Why do you ask?” Nitara choked on a gasp. She remembered then how time passed faster in the Netherrealm, which created the vast difference between its Pulses and the years in other realms. After a quick calculation, she estimated Ashrah would be around twelve thousand and four hundred years in the Vaeternian calendar. Still a tremendous amount, but relatively easier to wrap her head around than sixty-one thousand. “Honestly? Because I must be losing my mind.” Ashrah nodded, solemn. “That is indeed a consequence of exposure to the Abyss. I propose a pact: I shall allow you to drink my alarun and regenerate your strength, and in exchange, you shall agree to fight me until one of us can no longer stand.”
@mkwritesfic.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:58 AM

Nothing too exciting for today, just a short part of the cleansing ceremony. From CultWIP first draft.
TW for self-mutilation and blood
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

Blood trickled from the freshly opened wound on Rowan's pale arm, dripping from his fingers onto the altar where so many others had already spilled their own. He hesitated as he watched the slow, steady pulse of crimson continue to well up and trace its manic path across his skin, the golden blade that he had used to slice still poised and hovering in the air just inches from his arm. The edge was not as sharp as it usually was, requiring much more force now to cut open skin, but it had almost made it through yet another cleansing ceremony. There were still dozens more people behind him in line, practically tripping over themselves with elation at the prospect of atonement. Someone cleared their throat. “Rowan?” High Priest Silas stood before him, his hand outstretched and his ancient face betraying his impatience. On either side of him stood Mother Superior Sera and Warrior Priest Corvin, as well as their chosen acolytes, who held burning candles in their hands and kneeled with their heads bowed in prayer. Behind High Priest Silas, a bronze idol of Rekshimyr stood tall, nearly brushing the ceiling. The low light of the room cast sinister shadows across his sharp, birdlike face.
@abdecker.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:52 AM

She had a knack for inflicting exquisite pain with her fingers. Today the thickness of his jacket may have dulled the effect, but the gesture quickened the pulse in a way he had neither expected nor wanted. He avoided sharing any further memories.
#wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity

@radium26.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:46 AM

📚🪐 “Darcy hasn’t been this nervous since her first day as a copper, when she stared down the long shadows of her beat, lost and alone and small beneath the feet of concrete giants…”

From my new Tale from the #RadiumAge

archiveofourown.org/works/94453596

#Writesky #ShortStory #Dystopia #Noir

@jasonspencerauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:42 AM

While the bots are gone...Hi, I'm Jason. I'm an author. I wrote a sci-fi/fantasy trilogy (book 3 cs) about an empath who discovers an ancient fire in her veins and uses it to tear down an incompetent tyrant's empire of dreams. 1/2

#indieauthor #booksky #botsgone #writesky #fantasybooks

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@winterandwords.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:38 AM

Remember the microphone I bought a couple of weeks ago to use for my audio readings on Patreon?

My goal this week is to take it out of the box instead of just staring at it like it's a potentially venomous creature that lives in the corner of my office.

🏷️ #LGBTQWriteAThon #QueerWriters #WriteSky

@jasonmhubbard1.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:30 AM

Danger in "Three Roses?" Well, Kane finds himself in a war zone, hurling fireballs down at the enemy, but not his high vantage point can protect him from enemy ingenuity.
amazon.com/author/jasonhubbard
#FantasyIndiesSpooktober #Booksky #Writesky #Authorsky #WritersCommunity

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@amielynnemartin.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:25 AM

Amalia is, for sure. Once she finds out about Ash's curse, she's compelled to research -- even if it means going through the library books she hasn't organized yet.

#romancelandia #writesky

@winterandwords.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:23 AM

Catching up from yesterday! Also, this is the first time I've used the snippet feature in @ellipsus.com on mobile and it was lovely and simple 😊

🏷️ #LGBTQWriteAThon #QueerWriters #WriteSky

Image: Silhouette of a woman standing in a field at sunset. Text: Because she was, wasn’t she? Just another person. Not a mysterious figure on a pedestal whose attention I longed for. Or maybe she was both of those things the whole time and that might have been the root of the problem.
@sabrinamars.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:19 AM

#WIPSnips P U L S E ✨

SO MANY good snippets with this word today but I take you to chapter 8 where our reluctant chosen one decides she's ready to be chosen ✨

#writesky #writingcommunity #wip

Soft beams of light with the following text over it: When his eyes met hers, there was a softness to him, ‌much gentler than she had ever seen. “This is the Light crystal.” Light. More pressure built, suffocating her to the point she didn’t know how to stop— Ezra put a hand on her shoulder, and that same sensation from the study came on. She could breathe again, her pulse no longer frantic. But still the lights stayed, shifting through hues of gold. Their presence soothed her…welcomed her. Another deep breath in and out before she said, “Okay. You’re gonna help me use this? And go get the rest?” His brows shot up as far as they could, his hand tensing over her shoulder. “You are accepting?” Her heart was still racing, but she nodded. This will change everything. Good. Maybe she needed change. Her fingers tightened around the crystal. “Yeah. I’m in.”