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@writingrachel.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:49 AM

Jenn was telling me about this guy's background and some more of his victims. " I can pass this information to my brother he's a computer whiz and can find a flea in a circus." #WIPSnips charming chocolates book 2

@reindeerarebetter.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:13 AM

#WIPSnips #WriteSky "pass"

Where the whole heap of Elrond writing began: the evening Bilbo presented his poem about Earendil despite Aragorn suggesting it wasn't a great idea.

“Good night! I’ll take a walk, I think, and look at the stars of Elbereth in the garden. Sleep well!” Sam and Frodo departed, no doubt sensibly to their beds. Bilbo hesitated a moment over whether he needed his cloak, decided yes, changed his mind, and admitted to himself he was tarrying for no good reason. Out he went, and the cloak luckily proved unnecessary after all. He had told Frodo half the truth. He did go out to enjoy the stars, but he was not the only one in Rivendell to favor ending an evening of song and stories with a head-clearing turn in the garden, and his conscience was nagging him into seeking a conversation that he thought might be awkward. He passed through the grove where elves were singing in the trees, considered lingering, decided against it despite some hearty invitations to do so, and moved on northward. There was a clearing with a tilted slab of stone in a place where the valley opened out, offering a view of the sky less limited by mountains and trees. The star of Eärendil shone brightly in the west, just over the ridge, but the tall figure beside the slab was facing north, to the Plow and the Haywain, with a relaxed and thoughtful air. “My lord Elrond?”
W✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:11 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 15th is "pass" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 15 - pass 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
@danzierlea.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 12:25 AM

Okay, there's this, #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #CourtroomGhost

Passage, not Pass.

Krissy started off down the hall, keeping pace with Ghost and me. She turned out to be a font of knowledge about the tunnels, and talked the whole distance to the side tunnel about the different cross-ways, doorways and their associated buildings, and pirates. But when we reached the small passage to get around the broken pipe, she looked at me and Ghost and said, "I didn't know you could have a ghost without being dead." I looked at Ghost and we both shrugged at Krissy. "Special case, I guess," I told her. "Don't be such a grown-up," she said grouchily. The first half of the word passage is highlighted in blue.
@writinginsawdust.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 12:01 AM

The game had become vicious. Max had work to do & Wallace had places to go.

There were battles beyond what they could see in front of them

Had choices what be coming soon

-- Debatable Morality:
Justified

#Wipsnips
#pass
#adhdwriters
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #wip
#writesky
#newbrunswick

Wallace sat back on the bed, he knew Max could only try. Now, it was time to do what he came here for. The in room coffee maker appeared to have been used to cook meth by the last occupant and the breakfast buffet was also an easy pass. His early morning discovery and the knowledge of what he needed to do, had removed his appetite. Leaving the do not disturb sign outside the door, Wallace made his way to the bus stop. The aroma of half washed clothes and body odour was all he needed to keep his appetite in check and his thoughts on finding Cyndy. Arriving at the closest stop, the walk would take him past the place where they first met. Not any cleaner and definitely more populated.
@erikatracy.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 11:56 PM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity "pass"

The settlers are building houses For the most part it's a communal effort. If someone wants something difficult and time-consuming like a slate roof, though, that's the owner of the house's job.

Bickering occurs fairly often.

Jarek had never considered that her new life would have so much mud in it. She and Lunna together dragged a sledge of the heavy clay from the bank of a nearby creek toward the newest cabin, for everyone worked on every house as best they were able. For them, that meant sealing the gaps where the round, irregular logs came together. Other houses were of square-cut logs, and still others of planks, depending on the skill and whim of their main builders. Jarek liked the familiar plank ones, but there was no denying they were harder to build and took longer. They reached the cabin, where a few nimble young men were still finishing the roof, and straightened their backs for a moment. Lunna wrinkled her nose at the slick stuff on their sledge. “Mud,” she declared, and scooped up her first handful. Jarek preferred the soft coolness of the clay to the harsh rope of the sledge and said so. Lunna disputed her with the remark that at least the rope was clean. Jarek pointed out that the rope might have been clean once, but certainly wasn’t anymore. Quibbling passed the time.
@lisalhilton.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 11:38 PM

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I swear I posted this earlier today, except I didn't, so I guess I shouldn't swear...

Dom trotted onto the field and took his place for the first play. Finally. No more Mr. Dominic Greyson, not even Dom. Just motion, intention, and precision. Jed made it easy. When Dom caught a pass and got hit, it felt right. When he pulled off coverage from his teammates, it was correct. When he caught and had space to run, it was what he was meant to do. Excerpt from Delay of Game by Lisa L Hilton
@bornangelauthor.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 11:33 PM

#WIPSnips a big scene from The Kalista Chronicles: A BRAVE SACRIFICE, Chapter Nine. I've only re-edited through the firs half of Chapter 2, but this Court scene is solid. At least this part of it. #WriteSky #Booksky #UF🌃📚 #PNR🔮📚

You can pre-order today: www.thebornangeluniverse.com/product/2454...

Snapshot of Dark mode Document A BRAVE SACRIFICE: Chapter 9 Doctor Tragedy turned to Ramah and nodded before Mister Sky approached the bench. His blue-grey eyes dark and his aura brooding. He was set on catching him in a lie. If anyone could do it, Mister Sky was patient enough. “You frequently come and go from the Death Demon sector. Why would Missus Darkness be worried? Have you been accosted by the Master or his minions before?” he asked, watching the Dark Angel closely. His left eye twitched at what Mister Sky inadvertently called him. Score one Mister Sky. “We who live in the sectors the Council has abandoned tend to avoid any disturbances we sense,” he paused, a glimmer of evil intent passing through his eyes as he continued, “Which is why young Kalista was nearly beaten to death last October.” Trope Promo for A Brave Sacrifice: Anniversary Edition (which you can preorder over on my website right now) Across the top reads KALISTA CHRONICLES: BOOK 2 A BRAVE SACRIFICE Below is the tablet mock up cover from Bookbrush.com. The listed Tropes are: "Kinetic" Tournament Chosen One Turn the Tables High Stakes Daddy Issues Slow Burn Romance. There is a glowing sticker that says "Anniversary Edition" and a quote at the bottom: "I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees..." Which also comes from a song on said playlist "Face to Face" by Citizen Soldier.
@ellieyellu.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 11:17 PM

I really dislike the use of the AI image here, especially in the #WIPSnips space. AI is not only ugly and theft, but it's also really bad for you. You should reconsider using AI imagery to promote your work!

@danzierlea.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 10:39 PM

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #CourtroomGhost

Nuts. All my instances of "pass" are in parts of words. Passed, impasse, passage... Oh well. Try again tomorrow.

@shaenon.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 10:00 PM

#WIPSnips

“Delightful,” said Black Bart. “The cool air is mighty sobering. I must say, popular gossip did not exaggerate Bierce’s ability to hold his liquor.” “The first time I went up to throw bottles in the Dumpsters,” said Id, “some fratboys were teaching him how a kegstand works.” “Ah, yup,” said Bart, collapsing on Id’s favorite bench. “That was around the time I excused myself from the quaffing to throw axes for a while.” “Then the next time I went up, the fratboys were passed out in the Dumpsters.” “With Bierce still chipper as a prairie dog on first watch, I’m sure.” “I love that you talk like a cowboy but also like a British person. I’m always expecting you to shoot me in some kind of extra fancy way.” “Why, thank you. I would shoot you in the fanciest way, Miss Id.”
@dieselee.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:57 PM

#WIPSnips | Todaga

Viktoria takes in the afterlife—such as it is.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

This was how I took in the world around me, such as it was. How I took in Limbo, for tractless spans of time—that place of uncounted age. The hill I had settled on was the sole landmark for a wide way; none had cared to build in some time. The ringed walls around us had fallen into decrepit ruin. The sparkling white-blue light of the Motes expent to build them sizzled away here and there. They trailed away in swirling clouds like hissing gas, or cold rain striking a hot spring. Occasionally, one of those gathered around the campfire cared to upkeep it. A tiny gesture, an infinitesimal motion, was all most spared when they spent their Motes to rebuild it. My companions, those who found this hill as good as any landmark to sit and stay a short eternity, fluctuated.
@jessmahler.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:43 PM

#WIPSnips Oct 15 -- pass

She showed him then what she had been before he came. Tethered to her statue form by pacts made long ago. Unable to leave the temple to interact with those who still worshiped her. Half awake, half alive. Fading. Iberto cried and held his goddess close, trying to shield them from the memories of her slow, unending dying in the dark. "Never again," he swore. "Before my last hunt comes, I swear, my goddess, you will have enough priests and followers to sustain you, to pick from the best, so you will never suffer so again." "It is well, my Called," she said. But her fingers chided him for thinking himself lesser. For implying that he was not 'the best' but simply all she could get. "I am lucky to have you as mine." The Great Goddess sighed. "We do not like to think it, but for all of us, the day will come when we fade. When humans no longer care enough to bind us to this world. Old goddes pass and new goddes emerge. "Never before has it been so long since a new godde emerged. Never before have so many of us grown weak so quickly."
@olinj.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:27 PM

Kai let me go and then lifted me into a bridal carry. As we *pass*ed the foyer, I tried to stop him. “I need my bag. I brought condoms.”

“I bought some, too.” He grinned as he ran through his bedroom door and then kicked it shut behind us. All while holding me securely against his chest.

#WIPSnips

@missdahlelama.dahliaadler.comOct 15, 2026, 9:22 PM

She squeezed his dick so hard he thought he might pass out. “Beg.” #WIPSnips

@rk-phoenix-author.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:14 PM

#WIPSnips
15. Pass

Ratatoskr's has one job: mould this group of weedy red squirrels into an army to take on the Greys. First, everyone needs roles!
#ShootTheMessenger
#booksky #writing #writesky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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@eblabellewrites.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:10 PM

For over twenty years, Leona's been content with the harsh realities of her family's business--until it takes away someone she cares about.

#WIPSnips

Leona looked up at Callon, the look of horror in her eyes new, but a look he knew well. "How…how do you get used to it?" "Get used to what?" "Death. I mean like, I know what they all do, how they get the blood, all that shit, but…I don’t know. No one’s ever died before." They most certainly have, just not anyone you cared about. Yet Callon couldn’t fault her too much. He paused, taking another drag before sitting beside her. "Honest answer? You kinda don't." "What do you mean?" "You don't ever forget the things you see, or heard. Time passes, and it gets easier, but…I wouldn't ever say you get 'used' to it. You just find ways to ignore it."
@rockshelter.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 9:07 PM

#Wordexpanding #WIPSnips #Drabble #DrabbleWar #Hypernovel #SciFi

"If the Autonooms play, they play it hard..."

(c) Casteleijn. M.G. 2026

It all starts here: rockshelter.wordpress.com/2009/03/10/a...

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@pjccahill.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 8:52 PM

#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter -
A fun early scene that clearly depicts the relationship between the two main villains, Lord Commander Hideyoshi Hara (leader of the paladins) and Demon General Torlash. They are absolutely planning to stab each other in the back XD
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Hideyoshi kept his eyes narrowed as well, but put the device away calmly. "You seem to forget that you rule by our favor, Torlash." "And I'm the one that brought your people the Demon King's death, well before the prophecy could come to pass. Our deal is mutual, Lord Commander. Do not press me at this time." Hideyoshi lifted his spear, and pointed it with obvious threat. "If I discover you are lying in this matter, you will die by my hand, Torlash." Torlash cracked a humorless smirk. "If so, you'll try. Now stop distracting me from my own work."
@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 8:00 PM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint

From One Bad Tuesday: Ch 11 - No Shoulder to Cry On (in progress)

archiveofourown.org/series/3436765

Shatrava had forgiven her, and reminded her of the beauty she forged with decision, rebellion, and determination. She could pass on now. She could just fall… No. Not yet. You’re still on the bridge. Walk. Do not look down. Follow the song.
@scandalfrombohemia.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 7:42 PM

#WIPSnips: pass

Spoiler: it is not her future

#WritingCommunity #WriterSky #WritingPrompts

It turned out Matt hadn't bothered to come to bed at all. When I did get up, I found both he and Ron passed out in the living room, empty beer cans and traces of coke littering the table. Looking at them, I wondered if this were to be my future. Ron looked like I imagined he'd look in thirty years, pasty and drooling and out of shape. Even Matt was looking less cute and more slack jawed and sweaty. #WIPSnips prompt: pass