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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 9:30 AM

I have neither razzle nor dazzle (in life or my WIP) but this bit has definitely dazzle vibes, as Phil's magic armour downloads the spirit of Sir Dancelot.

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The air crackled with electricity, the cabin criss crossed with data lines shining from the screens, flashing chaotically around him. "Here goes..." Phil sighed, closing his eyes and - almost without thinking - striking the Saturday Night Fever pose. DOWNLOADING. Phil barely heard Dexy's voice over the distorted disco beats that vibrated his armour. The vibrant light beams that strobed across the Ambivalence converged, drawn to Phil's disco finger like a particularly groovy lightning conductor, and pulsed through his armour, flipping it from plain steel to a sparkling glitterball effect.
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The #WIPSnips word for October 16th is "dazzle" Even better if it's "razzle dazzle" haha #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 16 - dazzle Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 11:19 AM

Somebody on BlueSky accidentally referred to my humour as elegant yesterday, so to redress the balance, here's a terrible dad joke.
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Sam shrugged, and followed the quivering needle through the corridors of the Municipal Landmark and out through a back door, where a grumpy looking stone gargoyle blocked her path. 'Oh what now,' she muttered to herself. 'Bog off!' the gargoyle snapped. 'Will do, absolutely,' Sam checked her compass. 'It's just that I need to bog off in that direction, and, well, you're sort of in my way, a tiny bit. Would you mind...?' 'Yes I would, actually.' 'I'm sorry, you're obviously upset about something, I don't suppose there's anything I can do to cheer you up, maybe, so you'll let me pass?' 'No!' the gargoyle snapped. 'I'm tired of being taken for granite!'
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 9:07 PM

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‘Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit Space Invaders,’ Phil said as Sir Galahad disappeared into the blue.
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from Bit#5: The Knight Errors
(See also yesterday's snip.)

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@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?'
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:01 PM

No cousins, but a cousin's dad makes a cameo appearance in The Dragon Download.

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'Dexy?' he said cautiously, as if talking to an early 80s micro in the name of the scientific method might irrevocably damage physics. 'He's buzzing,' Charlotte whispered, placing an ear as close as she dare to the fragile set up. 'Out of tune?' Nectarine suggested, already reaching for the TV's fine tuning controls. Phil nodded silently. As Nectarine tweaked the TV, it made a sound like an uncle who overdid the sprouts on Christmas Day, then went silent. 'Anything?' Phil didn't dare look. 'I think you better see for yourself,' Nectarine said. His heart thrumming like that uncle in the middle of a whiskey-fuelled game of Star Wars Monopoly, Phil leaned closer. 'Dexy?'
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 7:22 AM

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In the moment Sam let go a sigh of relief, another buzzard swooped in, and with a fuzzy digitised squark, knocked the knight into the lava.
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from Bit#5: The Knight Errors

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 10:16 AM

Today on #WIPSnips, the opening paragraph from Bit#6: The Master System (unedited!).

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A First Degree Chuntey Breach at Bootlesquith Manor sounded like a TED Talk on the history of alarms rattled out in a single lesson at Surbiton High, squeezed in between Philosophy and double French to the utter bamboozlement of both Year 9 and the entire faculty. Loud electronic wails and rotating beacons competed with awooga horns, an World War 2 air raid siren, and eventually the tinkling of bells desperately hoping to summon assistance from an Edwardian butler lost deep inside the mansion. Somewhere a bonobo was probably banging rocks together frantically.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 8:53 AM

Despite The Ambivalence Chronicles heavily featuring a vehicle named in honour of the King of the tyrant lizards, the word lizard only appears in Bit#4: The Dragon Download, in reference to a dragon. So here it is.

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Huddled in the crumbling fire exit of a ransacked Woolworths, McCaffrey, Pearl and Fella held their breath and watched the ominous shadow of the dragon which circled overhead. With every pass, scorched embers and bits of architecture rained down around them, a cursed pick n mix spilt by hell's clumsiest toddler. Pearl glared at McCaffrey. 'Say you're dragon hunters, they said. It'll be fun, they said.' 'Nobody expected dragons to be real!' McCaffrey hissed back at her. 'That's because they're not!' As if to prove the point, a large lizard-like creature of the genus draco volans viridius spat a huge plume of fire into the middle of the square. The town crest of Romford, once artfully picked out in decorative block paving, turned briefly into a puddle of lava, then solidified into a blobby charcoal space invader. Beyond it, a few stragglers from the failed Assembly ambush broke from the limited shelter offered by the Tourist Information office a faux-Japanese pagoda in the middle of the square -and ran for cover in a nearby supermarket.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 4:39 PM

#LitHodgePodge | Day 7

I don't always use the slightly sarcastic, occasionally silly, dry British humour voice, but when I do, it looks a bit like this.

(from The Dragon Download, Bit#4 of The Ambivalence Chronicles)

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It was the work of a nanosecond for Pearl to realise that leaving the Save Point was not the brightest idea her so-called mentor McCaffrey had thrust upon her. It was right up there with 'pretending to be dragon hunters' and 'not going back to the Save Point when it started to rain'. Instead, they had ended up at an eerily empty market square, overlooked by an epic statuary of five figures, which a sun-bleached information board nearby introduced as the De Romford family, the five 'founding fathers' of the town. 'Bit sexist,' Pearl commented, 'at least three of them are women.' McCaffrey ignored her, instead cocking his head to try and decipher the stylised word mark one of them wore. 'Fascinating detail on the outfits,' he said. 'So colourful. In both palette and language,' he added when he realised what that word was. 'I don't think that's part of the original statue,' Pearl said. McCaffrey had started off on a rambling monologue about the constantly changing state of art, when the rain suddenly escalated into a spectacularly violent thunderstorm. Apathetic about sculpture, and firmly opposed to getting much wetter than she already was, Pearl looked around for whatever shelter was to be found around the market place. A low budget portico entrance labelled 'Romford Indoor Market' and 'Closed until further notice' and 'we agopolise for the inconvience' beckoned. Through a gap in the closed roller shutters, a closing down sale notice tormented them with offers of 70% off all umbrellas as they huddled between leaks in the canopy, looking increasingly like piles of damp rags left out awaiting a bin lorry that would never come.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 7:55 AM

Today in #WIPSnips: Schneider drops an atlas; the Glass becomes a maze; and Phil makes a comparison.

From Bit#6: The Master System

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But even as Schneider reached out for it, the dog-eared paperback began to glow with the same back-lit cyan as the rest of the world, then dissolved into pixels and was absorbed into the Glass. ‘No!’ Phil shouted, throwing his gauntletted hands up in despair and turning away from the rapidly melting atlas. ‘Destination?’ ‘What?’ Phil turned back and saw Poke winking at him. ‘Destination?’ Poke repeated. ‘Er… the Gyron,’ Phil looked to his digital companions for support, but they just shrugged robotically. The weirdly digitised Atlas lifted momentarily out of the pixel soup, flicked through a few pages, then melted back into the Glass, but where the more or less physical book had disappeared, a map still glowed on the floor, and a lone pixel glowed, tracing a route through a maze of right angles that gave Phil a momentary flashback to the events at Paleozoic Park - which, in comparison, seemed relatively normal now.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 9:47 PM

#LitHodgePodge | Day 6

The whole Ambivalence team are somewhat reluctantly playing their parts - just look at the hi-viz ninja - with the possible exception of Bryonetta Bootlesquith, the initially manipulative mentor.

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 10:51 AM

I looked at today's #WIPSnips and thought why the hex would I have rice in The Ambivalence Chronicles? Obviously I completely forgot the whole pudding flood scene...

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The Ambivalence Chronicles ‘Err…’ Phil watched the rice pudding build into a squidgy mound until it imploded under its own weight and surged across the field in a wave of creamy yumminess. ‘How do I turn it off?’ ‘What?’ Sam’s voice crackled. IT APPEARS THE ENTELECHUS IS RESONATING WITH THE GOBLETS MAGIC, Dexy chipped in. ‘You used a magic goblet?’ Charlotte exclaimed. ‘I did try to say!’ THE TWO MAGICS HAVE CREATED A FEEDBACK LOOP. ‘A what?’ Sam asked. ‘A pudding flood!’ Phil shouted, as the tiny goblet vomited a huge geyser of rice pudding into the air, to a mix of alarm and excitement from the watching crowds. from Bit#5: The Knight Errors
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 10:27 AM

Today on #WIPSnips, a fun little snip from The Master System, but the fourth wall reference doesn't happen anywhere else in the series so it may not make the final edit. But it might, because it's all a bit silly anyway...

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'Viktor Wendig is here,' he said. An uncomfortable silence entered the room. Charlotte tried to ignore it by examining the code rain and vector graphics on some of the screens nearby. 'He's reached the Master System?' Bryonetta asked. 'No,' Benny said. 'I mean, yes, but that's not all. He's here. He's in Surbiton.' 'We're in Surbiton!?' Charlotte said. 'What happened to Kempston?' Nectarine asked. 'That,' Bryonetta glanced at the fourth wall, 'is another story.'
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:34 PM

#LitHodgePodge | Day 3

This is Gary. As far as we can tell, ninjaing is his hobby, because his job involves working in a warehouse. He's quite interested in starting the viral trend #BeMoreGary, but has no idea how.

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Selfie of Gary wearing a black ninja-style hood and face mask that leaves only the eyes visible, with a high-visibility yellow safety vest over a black jacket, pointing a ninja katana at the camera.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:02 PM

The only petals in The Ambivalence Chronicles so far are in the 'romantic sub plot' of Bit#4: The Dragon Download.

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Grell fumbled with candles far too delicate for his cumbersome fingers, persisting until the candlelight danced, disguising the room's bareness in an attempt to look romantic. 'Rose petals,' he muttered to himself, scattering the wilted rhododendron blossom he had collected to mark the path from the door, to the table, and from there to the sofa, a hopeful indication of the course the evening may take. In an unlit corner of the room, the old computer sat quietly. Once he turned the monitor off, it would be all but invisible; Grell hoped its effects the effects of the Entelechus Hex - would not be. At the knock of the door, he tapped the ENTER key. Nothing happened. Grell's heart stopped, and panic gripped him. He was about to push the button again, when a random sequence of characters appeared, and started raining down the screen. 'Oh thank goodness,' he whispered, and turned off the monitor. Another knock at the door. 'Grell?' Fella tried the handle. 'Are you in there?' 'On my way!' he called back, watching wide-eyed as the digital rain poured out from the monitor and began to cross the floor. 'Come along Grell, what is so important you had to drag me over here anyway?' Fella shouted. 'Oh no no no no,' Grell whispered as the room filled with flickering green and black light.
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 4:05 PM

#Octember | Day 3

The Ambivalence crew have some experience with terrifying dinosaur shaped creatures so it's hard to answer fully without spoiler warnings. Part of the plan, however, is 'Put your foot down we'll lose him easy.'

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 7:28 PM

#LitHodgePodge | Day 2

Well the Ambivalence crew basically live in Monty Python's Ready Player One anyway, but I would pay good money to see them giving honest but ridiculous answers to Philomena Cunk's ridiculous questions.

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 6:54 PM

#Octember | Day 2

Gary has the strength, speed and stealth so he's the ninja legs.
Phil is in the middle, handling swords and digital sorcery.
Bryonetta is the face, because anywhere else risks spoiling her favourite hat.

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 8:43 AM

Dent, as in, the late Dentarthurdent?

Here's a snip from Bit#6: The Master System, in which Sir Philip of Grundy, Magic Knight Who Says 'Arg', arrives in a mysterious place known as The Glass.

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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?'
@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 6:04 PM

#LitHodgePodge | Day 1

Hi, I'm Steve, I mostly write in various #SciFi subgenres, currently finishing up the second volume of #TheAmbivalenceChronicles, a #GameLit comedy in 8 Bits.

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This or that: Paperback Standalone Laughs Tea Hero Plot driven Computer Sweet Soundtrack Panther Minimalist Vomit draft Midnight