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@authoralexsjames.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:31 PM

Mel argues with Ms. Hannah who insists on pipe cleaners for the Play-doh snowman she is remaking for Nissa instead of actual sticks.

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@glwalkerauthor.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:27 PM

This is actually late in the story, but it's a quick rundown of Votan's past
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Votan nodded and took the cards as instructed. “I want to know where I came from. I heard a story once about what might have been my parents, but I don’t know if it was a story about someone else or if it was actually true.” “Then, let’s focus on that.” Colel placed cards into three piles, three cards per pile laid out into a triangular pattern. Votan watched her with the cards and couldn’t resist asking about the process. “What are the triangles for?” “Each triangle represents something. In this case, one will be what you heard, one is what you know, the last one is what is true. What is it that you know to be true about yourself, Votan?” “What do I know? I don’t remember a lot. I remember an orphanage for a little bit, but that’s all fuzzy. The clearest thing I know is begging on the street and eventually having to take things just to survive. I know that no one seemed to reach out to any of us and the other homeless kids that were close to my age and older abused me. I found something sharp to fight with and got better at being a pickpocket. I did what I had to or I would have just starved to death in the gutter.” Votan tried once, but even though people would dump their bodily fluids over him and throw rocks at him, death never seemed to take him.
@arachnereid.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:20 PM

#cozy #fuzzy #adventure
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pssst available early on Amazon!

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Marsyas simmered a rich bone broth in the big cookpot on the embers. Janica sat finger weaving thicker gear straps by the firelight. Rewind scowled into the flames, fiddling with his multitool. Gentle sprinkles came and went, never quite turning into real rain. Niwa turned the tree pendant in her hands, struck by fuzzy, familiar feelings. She had been here before.
@hazelebaumgartner.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:10 PM

Here's today's #WIPsnips from #LastExitToMidnight.

There was a noise like a distant sonar ping, awakening Fox from a deep slumber. They felt fuzzy, like their entire body was made of static electricity, and floated as if underwater. Am I dead? They asked themself. They hadn’t yet managed to open their eyes. It was as if they were coming out of hibernation or hypnosis of some kind, and their body had to go through all of its primary functions doing a systems check as the pins and needles stretched to each extremity to activate it. Heartbeat? Check. Breathing? Check. Hearing? Check.
@estantia.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:00 PM

#WIPSnips | fuzzy -> hazy

For To Make a Child, we have Rowan drifting close to some bad memories and addressing an important issue between him and his best friend. Look at how gentle this care and communication is!

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Guilt rippled at the edge of Rowan's awareness, "I didn't want to bother you, not when you were finally healing." There was another pause, and when Foria next spoke it was gentle, "Rowan, do you remember what I said when I first left to start travelling?" Rowan searched his memory, but unlike most of his recollections it was… hazy, a set of bookcases surrounded by fog so thick part of him cringed away. These were memories that had the ability to trap him if he wasn't careful. Draw the knowledge out at a distance then, the way normal people remember, "That it hurt to be around me and you needed to work out who you were now." "Almost," his best friend replied, "it hurt to be around you because you were stuck in deep depression. If I had stayed then I would have been constantly dragged under with you or forced to be bright and cheerful when I didn't have the energy." "Which would have damaged you in a different way," Rowan said slowly, turning the logic over in his mind. "The only way to protect yourself was to leave and let me work through it. You don't put yourself in danger or there's two casualties instead of one." "Precisely," Dr. Foria said patiently. "Now consider the current situation. You're looking to the future, planning for a child. Not only that but you are genuinely excited about your secret project. Does that sound like someone who is so deep in depression they are metaphorical quicksand?" Rowan felt a smile tease at his mouth, then a soft chuckle, "No, no it does not." He took a deep breath and it felt like the world grew lighter, "So will you visit me more often?" Dr. Foria laughed, "I still need to travel and see my patients, but yes!" Happiness rippled through him at the confirmation he hadn't driven them away forever, but his voice remained even, "Excellent. What a wonderful Midwinter present."
@estantia.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 1:00 PM

#WIPSnips | fuzzy

Okay I have *two* really good responses for this between my projects, so I'm doing both. For #EotUS, a tense negotiation and a revelation, complete with undignified reaction.

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Flowing Silk was immediately curious, but it was nothing compared to the eagerness with which the Eye responded, "Oh? *That* time?" Flowing Silk could *hear* the fangs in the voice, almost feel the beads of venom ready to fall. "That would do well enough." Han's eyes shut in resignation, "Then take it. Immortals know I've given too much to hold back now." With Han's agreement, the Eye flashed triumphantly and a bead of emerald light rose from it, floating to Flowing Silk. Flowing Silk removed his hand from the Eye to catch it with both hands, studying the Secret as it floated above his palms. Curiously it was the same size and shape as the beads, another proof of them being equal and opposite. Flowing Silk turned and opened his hands, offering the memory to the Beads. Han held out the beads in an appropriate offering position and the emerald bead floated over. As soon as it touched the other beads it melted into a golden glow that the pearls quickly absorbed. The group collectively breathed a sigh of relief and Han moved to hand the beads back. Just before he let go they rippled gold for a second and Han went pale, hands shaking as he finished handing them over. Flowing Silk settled the beads around his neck with his own sigh of relief at the familiar weight. Thank goodness, he wasn't alone any more. The unnatural darkness lifted and one of the servants unfroze, "-ore tea, Master Sheng?" At the confirmation that the negotiation was over Flowing Silk's bones gave out, sliding off his chair to collapse in a puddle on the floor. Everything had gone rather fuzzy, but he was mostly sure that was just his eyes refusing to process anything because his brain was too busy trying to handle the enormity of what it had just learned. "Gods and little fishes I was not expecting that to work," he gasped. "I didn't think it was actually *true*."
@gaycrimes92.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:58 PM

The only instance of "fuzzy" I have in this WIP so far, and it's a good word to describe Roberto's feelings as he contemplates being vulnerable with his human boyfriend. Interspecies relationships are hard.
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Later that night, I walk home with my thoughts. It’s raining again, so I turn up my hood. The rain drowns out much of the ambient noise, relaxing to my hyperactive senses. I’m trying to ignore the temptation to run to Aiden’s apartment. I think over our last conversation, and I’m conflicted inside. It’s true that I’ve been hiding; I’ve never been open with anyone about everything in my undead mind, and I know that’s what Aiden wants. But hiding some or all of me from various people has been the only way to survive as long as I can remember. The fact is a human like him can’t possibly relate to my problems. I’ve lived my entire life in shades of fuzzy grays, and he’s describing the color blue. I can’t remember the blue sky. Behind the rain clouds, it’s nighttime. Always is, as long as I’m awake. Always will be.
@markjohnston905.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:58 PM

Bertram wakes after a pagan ceremony that should show him something of what his future could be like, but remembers nothing.

From my final of a ya trilogy.

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Cat opened and closed her mouth a few times, wanting someone to argue with, but Dray’s words were true. The dragon was relaxed and unconcerned. “Is all well?” Bert asked suddenly, his eyes still closed. Cat stifled herself, a choking sound holding back her tears. “All is well, Bert,” she managed to get out. “How do you feel?” “Hot. Cold. My mind is… fuzzy. Fuzzed?” He folded his body up to a sitting position, finally opening his eyes. The brightness of the early morning hurt them after being closed so long. “Where are we?” Cat looked to Dray and the Earth Mother before answering. “At a stone circle, not far from Sue’s Manor. What do you remember?” “Sana,” Bert said, holding back tears himself. “Our deal with Arnaud. Meeting you on the field outside Cadenport. I’m not sure what else after…” He trailed off. “Not gone, then,” the Earth Mother said quickly. “But his learning is,” Dray said just as quickly. The Earth Mother nodded.
@bluwrites.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:51 PM

from LMwip :) adult fantasy

MC has been in a human body for only a few days and he is having a grand time learning about horses and shoes and snacks and stuff (the good times are not gonna last tho, sorry bud)

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Our party is led forward to waiting carriages that appear like ghosts out of the gloom, and I lose my breath all over again. Horses. One, a quick little white pony, is already departing, no doubt bearing a messenger back to the palace with news of our arrival. Two bigger ones are right in front of me, magnificent and four-legged and snorting, little dewdrops on their neatly trimmed whiskers. I touch the closest one on the pinkish white patch between her flared nostrils. The fuzz there is so soft I could die.
@rammwriter.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:50 PM

I don't have the actual word fuzzy, but I can offer this rather fuzzy chase scene.

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@woldry.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:38 PM

From "Fables of Fire," a contemporary reimagining of Hansel and Gretel as small-town gothic magical realism, chock full of queer rep and fairy-tale allusions.

Closest I had to "fuzzy" was "fuzz".

Jonny tries out Rhodie's four-wheeler.

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Rhodie waited, perched on the charred old stile while Jonny took off his helmet. Uphill, the boarded-up mobile home sagged on the foundations of the old farmhouse. He grinned at her. “Man! Haven’t ridden one of these in, what? Six or seven years, at least.” He swung a rangy leg off and stood. He cracked his back. When he leaned back, Rhodie caught a glimpse of tight abs and blonde fuzz under the hem of his Phoenix Suns t-shirt. “Surprised a Dudley like you rode one at all.” Jonny cocked his head. “That supposed to mean?” “Just, you always color inside the lines.” Rhodie picked some autumn flower she didn't recognize, tucked it behind her ear. He frowned. “What the lines are for, right?” “Nope. Lines are made to be crossed. Stray off the beaten path sometime. Never know what you’ll find.”
@zadafalcon.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:22 PM

10) Fuzzy

Substituting "fluffy."

This is Jeri's arrival on Zada. She's just had a bit of a meltown finding out that Zada is full of Earth animals and plants, all of which are long-since extinct in her experience.

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Jeri knotted her fists into her hair. She could feel a splitting headache coming on. The implications of this were staggering. "Rosie said that this planet looked like Earth's identical twin, but this is ridiculous!" She looked up at Renard. "So this is basically Earth? Same ecology and everything?" "I guess so," the fox said, shrugging. "I've never seen Earth myself." "Neither have I." Jeri cracked a sardonic smile. "I've never been there." "Really? Where were you born?" "A colony on Titan. But no one goes to Earth anymore, no reason to." Renard cocked his head to the side. "Why not?" "Well, it's... it's dead. Nothing can live there anymore. Has been for... gosh... at least a century, maybe more?" She wished she'd paid more attention in history class. Now it was Renard's turn to look shocked. "Dead? You mean it’s uninhabitable? To everything, or just humans?" "I don't know. It didn’t happen all at once. Temperatures climbed—summers got hotter and deadlier, extreme weather happened more and more often, we stopped having winters entirely. By the time we finally abandoned Earth, things were pretty dire. There were mass extinctions. I've never seen a fox before, not outside of storybooks." "Oh. Well, that explains a lot. I wondered why you were so startled when you saw me. They picked me to meet you because I'm cute and fluffy." He turned around, gesturing to his thick orange fur. "Non-threatening, yeah? But if I'm basically a mythical creature to you..." Jeri huffed a laugh. "Yeah. A fox is as much of a fairy-tale creature to me as... as a dragon or something!" "Hah, dragons... right." Renard's eyes darted to the side for a moment.
@chrisakins.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:06 PM

Wait that’s not a good fuzzy, that’s a BAD fuzzy. GET OUT OF THERE

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She gazed across the station, watching Cleo at the ticket kiosk. The idea of betraying her friend's trust made her genuinely nauseous, but what choice did she really have? She couldn't run away forever. Just as she stood up to search for a security booth, the air between her and Cleo grew fuzzy. For a split second, a full figure rippled into view, covered head-to-toe in reflective silver, before fading out of existence again. The hair on the back of Ashley's neck stiffened as she heard a high pitched buzzing sound approach her. A moment of panic overtook her body and she let out a loud yelp, drawing some looks from passerby. Before she could call out for Cleo however, she felt a cold hand cover her mouth, followed by two more around her wrists, immobilizing her. Her eyes darted to where she'd last seen her friend, but recognized a different face instead. Disguised only by a pair of sunglasses, Mr. Jones-the taller and balder agent from her own security detail—was approaching with a smile on his face. It was all too much to comprehend at once and her brain couldn't process what was happening to her. As Jones was nearly upon her, she felt a cool metal object touch the small of her back.The Earthlings! Cover
@kaylee-scott.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:01 PM

Today’s #wipsnips word is “fuzzy” and the old Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear rhyme is now stuck in my head 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 #writersky #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts

I wouldn’t give back my time with Marc for the world. I think back to the days of foot massages and tickles, smiling as tears fill my eyes. I don’t know if they’re tears of joy or sorrow and figure it’s probably a little of both; grief tears. I hope to always remember the warm, fuzzy, feeling he gave me. Time has a way of either erasing memories or clouding them. I can still close my eyes and be with him, still feel him and smell him, and I hope that never becomes fuzzy. I need those memories. They’re all I have left.
@stevewestenra.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:52 AM

#WIPsnips - Fuzzy

"The walk from the dumpster to the lake-moat is as fuzzy as an aged furby. By the time I’m standing at the shoreline, the undersides of my ruined shoes are sticky with speckled dog blood. Warm air slouches against my skin. What rough beast indeed." - The Erstwhile Tyler Kyle
@ashe-green.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:51 AM

Fluffy!

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Ben took a seat, letting his gaze wander across the waiting room. Shelves upon shelves of pet food and accessories surrounded him, in between which were motivational posters featuring animals. One showed four dogs carrying a giant stick with the caption: “Teamwork makes everything paw-ssible!” Another had a picture of cute fluffy puppies with their heads cocked that said: “Had a ruff day? Pet a puppy!” If only it were that simple.
@ajcalvin.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:50 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 10th is "fuzzy"

I went with "blurred." After searching through several manuscripts, I can't find "fuzzy."

In this snippet from Wraith and the Revolution, Kye's lamenting on his failing vision.
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His eyesight has always been better than mine. That's yet another thing I can't get fixed; it's even more nonessential than correcting my blood condition. I've learned to live with my world being blurred at a distance, and my shoddy vision is one reason I don't mind sitting on the dune with Pablo as three people prepare to row out to their deaths. I'll see the tentacles rise from the water, see the vague shape of the unfortunate souls as they're dragged from their vessel into the churning sea, but I won't see the gory details. The blood, the chunks of flesh, the severed limbs; those will be lost to my sight. I will hear their screams, but not everyone cries out when the devils find them. I wonder which these fishermen will be. Wraith and the Revolution is available wide. https://ajcalvin.net/books/wraith-and-the-revolution/
@gunsmile.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:48 AM

Lia, the vampire FMC of my horrormance novella, wants to go hunting. There's a perfectly serviceable bar of human patrons upstairs. Instead, she has to wait.

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A short flight of narrow steps leads to an expansive basement speakeasy, dimly lit and hazy with smoke. Alcoves line the perimeter, fitted with tables and cushions, as well as heavy curtains for privacy. Soft jazz floats beneath the murmur of conversation. Even quieter is the chorus of hearts above my head, so muffled and distant that I bite my bottom lip against the frustration of my yawning appetite. This dark space is a morbid facsimile of the riotous life upstairs, devoid of everything, even humanity. —The Heart Is a Weapon, draft #3, work in progress
@triempery.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:35 AM

#WIPSnips The word for October 10 is FUZZY

Finding no "fuzzy" in NOMARA, I went with "misty," which is a more elegant word. As suits Oandah in this passage. Elegant... and a bit disturbing. Kate knows *about* queen nuptial phases; now she's about to experience one.
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Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. This snip from an early stage of Kate's partnership with Oandah shows the imminent arrival of a queen's nuptial phase--an overpowering desire to dominate and mate. A glance at the ceiling portal showed a pinkish cast tainting the grey of dawn. Almost morning. Soon the nom would stir for the day. Grimacing at the dull pain still throbbing in her shoulder and jaw, Kate pushed herself up from her pallet and went to the water bowl to wash herself. The cold water at least was clean. She’d filled the bowl herself the night before. A glance at the bed showed Oandah still deep in exhausted sleep. Where the silken coverlet had slipped from Oandah’s limbs, her skin had a misty, golden glow like that of firelight, molding her lush flesh, tipping one rounded breast with fire. Flushed, Kate tore her gaze from the sight. She recalled the remnants of the last night’s conversation. It’s her damn nuptial phase. No wonder I’m thinking and dreaming of men. She’s at her peak. Today was the day Oandah would be forced by the Piram nomari to mate. Whenever Kate thought about that, a clenching fear laid hold of her throat. Miserable as her slavery was, at least it was predictable. Oandah’s bizarre sexuality wasn’t.
@geniuslemur.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 11:29 AM

How smart is this bear? They already know how desperately hungry it is.
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