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@outoftrenchespc.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 11:32 PM

Check out this #snippet from the latest #podcast episode with #counselor Michael T. Brown @danagoodier.bsky.social & listen to the full episode here:
open.spotify.com/episode/2U1M...

@princessace.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 9:33 PM

Still playing with early Mac and Sean meeting, but there's a specific bully they deal with (high school is rough, y'all). (tw homophobia, sort of more slut-shaming?). Other bully confrontations for other characters tend to be their own families, unfortunately. #QueerPrompts #WIP #snippet #lore

“Hey, I actually live around here too,” Mac said abruptly, glancing around them. Sean blinked and looked around too; he had forgotten the rest of the world existed for a while, just walking on autopilot. They were a block from his house now. Mac smiled as he looked down at him again and Sean’s stomach flipped. “We’re that house around the corner with a giant skeleton in the yard.”
“That’s fucking cool, we just have basic flamingos,” Sean said, shrugging. Mac’s eyes met his again, and something warm bloomed into the moment. He smiled and tried to ignore the pull on his split lip; Mac was worth it.
“Woah, look what we got here,” a snide voice called, a group of snickers following. Sean’s smile vanished. Mac noticed, looking from him to the group that had appeared behind a few feet away. Chris and his cronies, Jeff and Stu, shared some of their classes, even hung out with Mac sometimes, and could pack a serious punch. And now Chris was assessing the two of them. The sneer on his face had Sean’s blood running cold. “Lowering your standards, Mac?”
“Just walking my friend home,” Mac replied, the confused frown back on his face again. Chris and his cronies laughed like he’d told the biggest joke. Sean could see Mac looking at him, but he refused to meet his gaze. “What’s funny?”
“Don’t get too close, he might just want in your pants,” Chris chuckled. The cruel glint in his eyes landed full force on Sean, who couldn’t help stumbling back.
“What the fuck?”
Mac’s words crashed through Sean like an iceberg. He didn’t look, he couldn’t look, he couldn’t bear to see the face of disgust to match the tone.
“Sorry,” he muttered and took off running. He ignored Mac calling his name and the smug laughter. He didn’t stop until he crashed through his front door. His chest heaved, tears gathering, and he sprinted down the hall into his room without a word to his worried mom.

@fmooneira.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 1:08 AM

#LoveNotesWednesday

From Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights ~ a good romance for spooktober 🖤🖤🖤🥀🥀🥀

#WutheringHeights #EmilyBrontë #Snippet #GothicRomance #ClassicLiterature #FadimaMooneiraDotCom

@thaumusthebard.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 8:17 PM

He stood there at the brink of his mind, ready to leave all that he knew behind. Two doors to choose, one to his right and one to his left, One leads to peace, and one leads to death.

#poetry #snippet

@beverlylanderson.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 3:08 PM

Snippet Saturday

Share a bit! What have you read that resonated? What have you written?

#SnippetSaturday #snippet #share #booksky #bookstagram #CreativeWriting #LiteraryInspiration #WritingCommunity #CreativeProcess #AuthorLife #ReadersAndWriters #StorySharing #AuthorJourney

@princessace.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 3:13 AM

Very much still a WIP but nearly there on second spooky one-shot. I have a series of ideas around my OC pairings maybe a little too much like their costumes; this one with Suna as a mermaid and Sean & Mac as pirates 🧜‍♀️☠️ I just had to share this exchange, it made me laugh. #WriteSky #WIPSnip #snippet

“You shut up.” Sean grabbed the taller man’s collar, forcing him to lean in closer.
Suna giggled and they froze, turning back to her. The warmth of her amusement burst over their faces, along with their own embarrassment, as they straightened up quickly.
“I heard a mermaid’s kiss can save you from drowning.” Sean almost groaned at Mac’s cheesy flirting. But Suna kept smiling at them. As long as she kept smiling, he’d support anything Mac blurted.
“Is that so? Are you drowning?” Suna teased.
“I really think we might be,” Sean replied.
“I will jump in this lake right now,” Mac said at the same time.
Suna laughed. She laughed a bright, sharp series of laughs that broadened her whole face.

@bornangelauthor.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 12:40 AM

#WIPSnips missed this one yesterday, becuase I was working on the recovers and going over A BORN ANGEL for any missed edits, but because I'm doing that, celebrate the 5th year anniversary of the book with a snippet from it: (New Anniversary Edition coming Next month!) #Booksky #writesky #Snippet

Snippet from A BORN ANGEL (Anniversary edition coming Nov 2027):
(from Chapter 16 of 24)
“Don’t be nervous. The Dark Angel isn’t the nastiest creature to call the Haven home,” he tried to soothe my worries but only made them worse. I pulled my cape tighter and looked around the large entry. Today, it was bright and the hearth to the far left held a blazing fire.

“I’m not from the sector and everything about the Haven is new to me,” I said as he gestured to the overstuffed furniture near the fire. I walked over, and we sat in armchairs opposite each other. He ran a hand through his short raven hair, and his grass green, almond-shaped eyes, caught the light of the fire. I watched them, noticing that the pupil was a slit instead of a circle.

“Lizard,” my mind whispered, and I shook my head. I sat back, and he tilted his head staring at me a bit too closely. I pulled my bag onto my lap and wished the gun was inside as he locked eyes with me.

@fishermon.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 8:14 PM

I managed to write nearly 200 words today after a week of nothing, so here you go. I was hoping to finish this fic for halloween, but that probably wont happen lol

So much spooky world and monster building for a fic that's just gonna be monster fucker porn 💀

#CallOfDuty #Ghoap #Snippet

Snippet reads:

At least his death would be quick.

He was breathing ice as he ran, lungs and throat sliced up with every gasping inhale. There was nothing he could do about it, though. The eclipses were still behind him, following, the icy air was proof enough of that.

The ground reached up to wrap around his legs every time a foot hit the ground. It was trying to pull him down, suck him in like the bottomless shadows that had stolen his belongings on the hill. He wouldn't go down without a fight. Even if they caught him, he'd tangle his fingers up in anything he could, cutting bramble, skewering hawthorn. He'd haul himself out of the pit of pitch black nothing with hacked up, bloody fingers and keep running.

The forest didn't go on forever.

He just had to get out of it.

The starless sky couldn't follow him out of the forest, it couldn't.

Why would the forest itself be the subject of all the stories if the sky could follow you out of it?

@alexfromawen.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 1:43 PM

Happy #LesFicFri!

Today our superhero, in her mild-mannered alter ego of comic artist Quinn Sterling, runs into the awkward situation of being recognized at a convention by a woman who's vaguely familiar, & grasping at straws as to how they know one another...
#WriteSky #SapphicFiction #Snippet

“Quinn?” A soft voice calls from a few feet away sometime later, and I look up to find an attractive woman wearing a Runaways t-shirt (Joan Jett, not Marvel). And she is looking over at me with a wide, surprised smile. She has long, curly black hair, with the left side of her head buzzed down nearly to her scalp, an open face that’s cute in an easy-going kind of way, full lips and the slightest bit of a gap between her front teeth. But it’s her eyes that really catch me; wide, rich mahogany-brown that...I’m sure I’ve seen before. And she clearly recognizes me.

I smile brightly on autopilot, saying “Oh, hi…how’s it going…?” It starts pretty strong, but my words quickly putter off when it becomes obvious I’m drawing a blank on who she is.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw your name on the website, this is wild,” she carries on, stepping over to the table. She does seem very familiar, why is it not coming to me? Shit, did we sleep together? My nineteenth birthday was a bit of a blur...

@outoftrenchespc.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 6:50 PM

Check out this #snippet from the latest # podcast episode with Mohammed Anjoulou Rahoumi @danagoodier.bsky.social
Listen to the full episode here:
open.spotify.com/episode/5eXm...

@moonlitinkinc.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 2:38 PM

Smut author Husk / Fan Reader Angel Dust AU

#HUSKERDUST #HAZBINHOTELAU #WRITERHusk #FanAngelDust #Snippet

@beyondtheonions.bsky.social Oct 6, 2026, 1:40 PM

#ThingsToWriteAbout #rose #poem #poetry #horror #writing #vsshorror
#snippet from my #narrative #poem Les Enfants du Bois 😱

Acrid smoke, confusion, a splintering of wood. Mountain men rose to their feet and squared the stance they stood. The rum-house door exploded; the children, quite the sight; three boys, three girls, all made of wood; square jaws flashing splinters, cedar teeth to gnash and bite.
Big men in little rooms lack the space to fight.

One by one they fell, severed tendons, ankles limp.
The mountain men came crashing down,
and on the floor were easy prey
for the wooden clogs of imps.
Pounding, stomping, twisting,
faces frozen in the night.
The mashing of the blood and bone,
a dance of les enfants’ delight.

Then the fire climbed the night, the rum-house was ablaze.

*snippet from Les Enfant du Bois - a narrative poem #horror
by Ross McDermott

@rjmartinwrites.com Oct 4, 2026, 5:43 PM

Random #snippet that sprang to mind just now

Thinking about Nysa, and occurred to me that this random short I have sitting around aligns nicely with Chloe and name changes (which was a major thing in The Weight of Her Gaze)

#WriteSky #AmWriting

“Nysa,” she said, her voice ruminative for once. For as long as Chloe had known her, she didn’t think she’d ever seen her consider something so deeply.

“The mountains where Dionysus was raised? What about it?”

“Seems like a name appropriate to this new me.”

Chloe made a small, quizzical sound. Of course Nu — Nysa, now — would have such a limited imagination.

“So that makes Dionysus the God of Nysa?” she asked.

Nysa stopped to glare at her. “Yes. He thinks that’s funny.”

@beyondtheonions.bsky.social Oct 4, 2026, 1:03 PM

#2wordprompt #herd #produce #writing #prose #vss - #snippet from the #novel TUSK: a Beringia Story.
#pre-historic #fantasy #fiction

@jonnypg.bsky.social Oct 3, 2026, 9:52 PM

Saturday Night Snippet 🔥 #art #snippet #Drawing #girl #sexy

@beverlylanderson.bsky.social Oct 3, 2026, 3:01 PM

Snippet Saturday

Share a bit! What have you read that resonated? What have you written?

#SnippetSaturday #snippet #share #booksky #bookstagram #CreativeWriting #LiteraryInspiration #WritingCommunity #CreativeProcess #AuthorLife #ReadersAndWriters #StorySharing #AuthorJourney

@ornamentworlds.bsky.social Oct 3, 2026, 8:29 AM

#snippet #fiction #story #illustration #urana
Another snippet from my Evolution story (Prologue)

@outoftrenchespc.bsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 10:29 PM

Check out this #snippet from the latest #podcast episode with @iamrefocused.bsky.social Radio's Shemaiah Reed, who talks about his #podcast's origin story & how others in the community helped him. Listen to the full episode here @danagoodier.bsky.social
open.spotify.com/episode/58LN...

@davidamerland.com Oct 1, 2026, 5:39 AM

A body's homeostasis doesn't need each cell to be virtuous; it needs no component able to draw more than its share, and damping before any one failure cascades.

#Writinginsight #Snippet #insight #writingproject

Rocks balanced on driftwood plans, appearing to be stable and balanced but in reality creating a highly sensitive system that can be unbalanced catastrophically by the tiniest breath of wind.

@bornangelauthor.bsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 1:33 AM

Posted to #DeviantArt again, this time a picture straight out of AN ANGEL ENRAGED (the Halloween release which you’re all probably sick of my talking about) chapter 2 and the #snippet is even under the post: #DigitalArt #Illustration

www.deviantart.com/bornangelaut...