In the city of Slakterquay there's an office with the words Spectral Analysis on the window. It handles the strangest cases in the Paris of the Pacific Northwest.

In this episode, Aggie McPherson meets Pastor Neumann, the friendliest man in a town that doesn't want her around. #UF #skywrite #audio

Being #dead was strange. Sara had expected a change, a dissolution of the ego, an afterlife of joy or suffering. Something. Instead, it was just her wandering around, aimless, being ignored by others. It was too much like life. #vss365 #skywrite #microfiction

In the city of Slakterquay there's an office with the words Spectral Analysis on the window. It handles the strangest cases in the Paris of the Pacific Northwest.

In this episode, Aggie McPherson meets Pastor Neumann, the friendliest man in a town that doesn't want her around. #UF #skywrite #audio

If you want to #follow someone who talks about books, writing, libraries, and the publishing industry, check out @tuphlos.bsky.social. #boosky #skywrite

The #sound of her cries carried through the night, but no one so much as called the police. At one point, with a knife to her throat, she heard someone yelled from the tenements for her to, "Shut up!" She knew this was a tough town, but she didn't think it'd kill her. #vss365 #skywrite #microfiction

I looked over her shoulder to see Sophie had marked locations on the map throughout the city, some bright pink and others electric #blue.

"What this?"

"Ricerca," she answered. The word escaped me. I relayed this with a blank stare. "Research," she clarified. #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

Delta means change. Difference. It was with the greatest hope that Toni named her daughter #Delta. She hoped she change the world, but most of all, she knew she would change herself and Toni. #vss365 #microfiction #skywrite

Lanzo shook with the uncontrolled weeping the sight of his broken #uncle pulled out of him. I quickly made my way through the garage to confirm we were alone. Whoever had killed Moreau was, for better or worse, not in the shop anymore. #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

The young crowd was dancing to a house mix spun out by a tall Swede with a tornado of #fuzzy hair barely held in place by massive headphones. Between the gyrating of the dancers and the club lights, I had rarely felt more out of my element. It helped to have a purpose. #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

The #siren always signified trouble. In the wheat country, that use to mean tornadoes. Now it could mean ballistic missiles, saboteurs, or explosive drones. It got to the point where the authorities only used it to warn of large offensives. Otherwise, it'd be on all the time. #vss365 #skywrite

"Someone knew about the service station. What you had stored there." Under Sartre's narrowing gaze Atwell continued, "They informed the police. The Flic were going to #raid it and I only found out minutes before. I didn't have time to find you so I had the place torched. #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

My comment got a laugh out of Mitnick, rich and filled with appreciation. Hearing it made the #lizard part of my brain feel good, like a well-trained animal receiving praise. I realized then how Mitnick kept his men in line. They might actually love the bastard. #WIPSnips #skywrite #booksky

#Writing one book, editing another, while querying for a third. If I broke down how much I make an hour on this, I'd probably cry.

Lesson here: Don't do math. #skywrite

I could see Lanzo's hand tremble and I think Mitnick could too. The future was bearing down on both of them, but only Lanzo had the choice in his hand. I could see the weight of it, his uncle's blood calling to him, a future with Nika uncertain and unclear by #comparison #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

On the first day of rock climbing lessons, the instructor told us, "The #mountain is beautiful. The mountain is fun! And if you do not respect it, the mountain will kill you."

John did not listen to the instructor. #vss365 #skywrite #microfiction

I'm smashing some stuff together. #skywrite

Following the trail of a dead man, Aggie McPherson ends up in a small town, wondering why a Neo-nazi had been headed there. Instead of finding her answer, she finds a strange case of arson. #audio #booksky #skywrite #UF

In the city of Slakterquay, there's an office that handles the strangest cases in the Paris of the Pacific Northwest. In this chapter, McPherson goes to investigate where the stolen money has been going in Urquhart and makes a new friend she hopes never to see again. #audio #booksky #skywrite #UF

The king would #bequest his kingdom to any man who married his daughter. So it was to great surprise that she was kidnapped. Upon finding her, though, it was found that she wasn't abducted, but chose the man that would take her without a price. #vss365 #skywrite #microfiction

The local toughs, voyous, were closer to being boys than men, but that didn't matter much. Boys could kill as #well as men. Maybe better. Mercy and hesitation were easier to beat out of them. These three looked like they might be that kind. #WIPSnips #amquerying #booksky #skywrite