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@ellisrosales.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:18 PM

#WIPSnips 12 Oct. Close enough?

#TimeShift
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I freeze as I see a woman look out of ‘my’ window. She's cradling a mug in her hands for warmth, just like I used to. For a moment our eyes meet before she steps back out of view behind the drapes and nets. I don't know what to think. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears and nothing else. My mind is racing and my heart is pounding in my chest. From TimeShift, a spec fic novel written by Liz Rosales without the use of any ai.
@ellisrosales.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 3:21 PM

#WIPSnips October 7. Comparison.
This is from #TimeShift
#specfic #WritersonBlue

“That's the nicotine withdrawal,” Lucia nodded. “Happens every time I try and quit, that's what gets me. I get stressed and can't concentrate or focus on anything, so I end up going back. I just can't do gum, or that patch thing. E cigs aren't the same, I need real tobacco taste, you know?” I nodded. I did know, and I'd had a really easy time 'quitting' in Gillimere, and even now, in comparison. Nonetheless, I decided to play it up. “I feel a bit like I'm floundering, and have lost my mind at the same time?” “You seem to be doing alright so far?” Lucia glanced at me sideways, goose stepping forward in the queue to pay. “Huh. Let me be the judge of that,” Carmella huffed. Lucia ignored her. From TimeShift a specfic novel written by Liz Rosales without any AI
@ellisrosales.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 3:11 PM

#TimeTravelAuthors October 7. haven't got embarrass, so I give you redfaced. This is from #TimeShift my WIP
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At the garage I walked to the area marked Reception, where I was greeted by name. It dawned on me I had no idea what the pin-code for the credit card was. Red-faced, I groped around in my bag — or rather her bag — and pretended I must have left my purse at work. But the receptionist just smiled. "Don't worry, Ashleigh, we've got your credit card details on file, unless you've changed anything since last time." Relief washed through me, and I returned her smile. "No, same old me," I said, while thinking, if only you knew. from TimeShift, a specfic novel by Liz Rosales