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@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.
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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
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@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 😅

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

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@stephanloy.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:30 AM

#WIPSnips The word is 'pulse.' From 'Nightwatch.'
During interrogation of the White One, our neurodivergent Dr. Rodriguez shoves a tablet under the alien's nose. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

A barely noticeable twitch of the White One's hood. What did the doc…? Garrett lifted away from the wall and stepped closer to see the tablet screen. A world map. Lines crisscrossing the image, intersecting in tiny dots. Some of those dots pulsed red, or yellow. "What's that?" he asked. "A network of theoretical access points between the Nightmareverse and 54 Zanthwood by 3," the doc said. "Factored and prioritized according to Bleed permeability." "What?" "We need a more precise designation for the Nightmareverse." "They're ley lines," Eglemann translated. "They're tears in spacetime between our universe and the bad place. We've been watching them for about a year. She thinks they've existed for centuries." "Theoretical," Rodriquez said, tilting her head marginally at her engineer. "It's all bullshit, Sinfonee. You can't track this stuff. We don't have the physics."
@kaydwrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:50 AM

#WIPSnips | pulse vibes ✨

Adela's in a bit of a spot here... 😬

From my domestic suspense WIP.

(CW: crash scene, language)

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Writing snippet: Daniel arrives in her periphery, panting hard. He puts his fingers against her throat as Diego steps aside. “Get the trauma kit,” Daniel says. Then, to her, “It’s all right, ‘Del. You’re going to be all right.” She turns to look at him. That flash of terror in his deep blue eyes. The slick of hair plastered against his forehead by the rain. The steady heaving of his chest as he assesses her. “I fucked up,” she says slowly. There's metal mixed into the acid in her throat; her mind flags it, even as it pumps her with adrenaline, preventing her from feeling the full extent, but it’s there, regardless, laced in her breath. She’s bleeding from the inside out. “Yeah,” Daniel says, and she knows that he’s focused on the head wound, can’t see what she can taste, as Diego arrives with the kit. Daniel presses something against her forehead. “Yeah, you fucked up.” He drops his head for a moment, letting it hang as he continues to hold her to the seat. When he looks up, he’s still breathing raggedly.
@clarislamauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:45 AM

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@erikachandler.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:33 AM

Rin hacked Ryo’s phone for help after he collapsed, and Ryo in a venom-induced haze laughs much more easily than regular Ryo haha #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy

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@writing-bea.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:32 AM

The duel looms close, and Alexandra despises leaving Callista's side...

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Alexandra chanced one final look up at Callista, whose attempt at a reassuring smile could not break through her cold demeanor. Her fingers found Callista's forearm, squeezing it twice to wish her safety. The walk to the growing crowd felt dizzyingly long, a thin layer of mud pulling at her boots with every step. By now, Callista's recruits had been joined by other knights and curious townspeople, whispers spreading the rumors of a duel further and further. Erin and Simone kept off to the side from the others, with her younger sister beckoning at her excitedly to join them. Alexandra’s own try at a small smile was more successful than Callista's. Barely. She joined the wave of sound and anxious conversation, doing little to soothe her quickening pulse. Even a pair of crows atop the barracks joined in on the gossip, mocking caws raining down like laughter. All she could do was be thankful that Simone had chosen the quieter side of the grounds.
@estantia.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:31 AM

#WIPSnips | Pulse

Unsurprisingly 'Pulse' appears a lot when you're writing about a former doctor making a child, but here's one in the non medical context.

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Rowan had *not* been prepared for the rush of emotions that seeing his child take shape would cause. His love and magic surged, falling into and flowing through the straw and cloth like blood and light, seeping into the burlap skin from the straw like capillaries. His sight flickered, straw feet replaced by human ones in small socks, reality swinging as Vision took over. A thousand moments with the skin showing the flush of warmth. By the time Rowan's vision cleared he was trembling from exertion. The emotions were getting stronger. He should be scared, especially given that little stunt had nearly wiped him out. This was dangerous, that a moment of inattention could result in so much power and emotion that he was left *shaking* afterwards-! Gods, what was he *doing*? That had been a far bigger pulse than anything he'd experienced for… a long time, and his level of power was *dangerous* if allowed to run unchecked. Had he damaged anything? He looked around the room and blinked once in surprise. The magic *hadn't* gone everywhere. Nothing in the room was glowing with his power apart from the scarecrow and the bag of straw, and the latter was only as strong as it had been before. It… hadn't gone everywhere? He stared down at the legs in his hands and realised all the burlap was shimmering now, the straw practically sloshing with magic in a way that meant it was near impossible to not see them as proper feet instead of cloth and straw. Rowan *definitely* needed a rest before his senses got more skewed, but hope, small and impossible to suppress, lit in his chest. He'd let his grip slip, but his thoughts had been so focussed on his child that none of his power had spilled. *That* meant that his theory was working, that by filling his thoughts with love for the child he was making the Uncontrolled magic go precisely where he wanted it to.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:22 AM

Thanks #WIPSnips - todays word has highlighted just how often variations of 'neon pulse' appear in the current draft of The Master System!
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Phil Grundy did not know where he was. A few moments ago he was in a dark tower in a spooky forest in the grounds of Romford Castle. He had rescued Charlie, and then... somehow he must have glitched that world out of existence and ended up here, landing awkwardly with an uncomfortable clatter on a floor which was hard and glass-like, denting his armour and bruising his bottom. An angry squall of pixels illuminated the void as they fell around him, drawn into neat lines which then flowed away in neon blue pulses toward the horizon, which was marked with vast towers, pyramids and monoliths of bright green and red, which struck a weird note of familiarity despite the utter weirdness of the entire place. 'Fascinating,' he Spocked, peering into the glassy floor at the gridlines which glowed deep within it, all silver and angular, and giving off the same backlit Tron vibes as the neon pulses and monochrome background illustration. 'What is this place?'
@tarasgeir.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:04 AM

Ngl, I was thinking of the goo in Ghostbusters 2 with this snip.
A brief glimpse of the god inside Slate. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

There was no longer any flash, now Slate's eyes pulsed a vivid shade of blue. Brighter than a clear, summer sky. For something that should have been a comfort, all Halla now felt was a chilling fear. Slate's face changed subtly. It became blanker and her skin was clear but also had a waxy sheen. A mask that had pushed its way up through her pores. "They're trying to free her." The voice wasn't Slate's and the face was one Halla had seen many times in the Orbo. Cracked and weathered above temple entrances. The Fifth Sister, Calchas. Halla caught her breath, feeling cold air rattle through her teeth. She had witnessed a god so many times, but the Sixth Sister had been cowed and pathetic. This god was none of that. Her eyes blazed with such a heat that Halla expected Slate's face to shrivel. Instead, it melted. Slathers of pink slime began to run down Slate's head, from forehead to chin.
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:51 AM

#Octember D12
Milly would offer said demon a lack of GBH.
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@writerlaurabee.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:46 AM

#LitHodgepodge 12

For Veronica, he must be gorgeous, talented, charismatic and taller than her. Choosing her proves she's special too and proves her mom wrong--that she isn't too tall, too skinny, too ginger to win a man.

A trophy man, in other words.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:34 AM

#WritingPrompt
I don't really know for sure. The titles usually come to mind when the broad overall story coalesces, except tor one of them that took a while to get right.
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@crissthecreative.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:29 AM

WHAM! Day 11! The video is late. The writing was on time.

Join us for ZapWhamPow!!!

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@andrewbrucelockhart.co.ukOct 12, 2026, 8:16 AM

#WIPSnips

The word for October 12th is "pulse"

From Atlas Rising

General Rourke vs being asked nicely

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As he followed her, Rourke pulled the folded paper from his pocket and read it. “I need you leading the task force on this. Working directly for me. Please.” The Prime Minister’s neat handwriting continued, “Bernadette will show you to your office.” Rourke stopped walking. Bernadette did too. ‘He needs you.’ She made her way back to stand beside him. ‘Please?’ ‘I’m only here to see—’ ‘She’s waiting for you in your office, sir.’ Then she set off again. Rourke watched her. Thinking hard, pulse accelerating. Then he followed. They’d said please, after all.
@thatvoidauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 8:11 AM

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