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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.”
@loldalmatians.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:13 AM

people talking about using ai to fix grammar in the writing group... i would be more understanding but you literally have like 10 people reading your work for free, you dont need ai to point out mistakes, we do that for you!
#writing #writesky

@lagahoo.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:11 AM

Locked, together we
Find shelter in each other.
Delta storms are strong.

#HaikuFeels #vss365 #HaikuSky #Poetry #MicroPoetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #BlueSkyPoets #WriteSky #Poem #SkyPoets #HaikuCommunity

@lagahoo.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:10 AM

Delta heard the crime
Chi had done, but for the weak
Silence feels safer.

#vss365 #Haiku #HaikuSky #Poetry #MicroPoetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #BlueSkyPoets #WriteSky #Poem #SkyPoets #HaikuCommunity

@triempery.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:58 AM

#WIPSnips The word for October 12 is PULSE

A nomari queen's nuptial phases affect the entire nom. Mating is imperative and full of danger and ritual. As a captive among the Piram nomari, Kate is about to find out more about this phase.
#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Oandah, a captive queen in her nuptial phase, being ushered to the Queen chamber, leaving Kate behind. That night the nomari came for Oandah. Torches danced in their holders, throwing light and shadow against the walls, casting glowing shapes upon the floors strewn with dried petals. Dressed in gossamer, her eyes laughing, Oandah went with them, saying nothing when Kate, preparing to go with her, was prevented from following. Warned by their spears, Kate abandoned that effort and sank onto her pallet in the corner of the room, staring at the door which, locked now, barred her from any action whatsoever. Trapped. Only the outcome awaited her now. Kate paced and, at one point, smoothed some of Oandah’s oil onto her own rough skin, her nerves growing taut as the purpling sky darkened to the velvet black of night. She smelled good, but they’d forgotten to leave her a light. What was happening? How long did Ibisian matings take? Like almost everything else in the nom, the event would be wrapped in ritual. Deep sonorous vibrations, maybe a kind of drum, beat like a pulse through the walls and floor.
@loldalmatians.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:55 AM

also have to edit ch4 and ch5, since ill be sending them both in for feedback. hopefully next time the feedback will be more useful to me
#writing #writer #writesky

@pykeredrock.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:48 AM

Haven’t been very engaged with #WritingPrompts lately due to new job + extra parenting duties, but hopefully I can get back to it in a few weeks. I have a backlog of posts I wanna make 😅

#WriteSky

@rosie-j-potter.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:47 AM

✨GOODREADS GIVEAWAY✨

It’s US only, but my publisher is giving away TEN physical ARCs of THE TINSEL TWIST!

#WriteSky #BookSky

Enter here: www.goodreads.com/book/show/24...