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@glwalkerauthor.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 4:40 PM

from the start of the last chapter

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The empty streets of Corozol felt haunted and eerie. Unlike the busy daily lives of the people in every other major city, this city was desolate and vacant. There were people around if one was paying attention. Most were hidden and carefully watched the group as they walked unimpeded through the streets. Any door or window that may have been open as they approached was quickly slammed shut as they passed by.
@rjmartinwrites.comOct 4, 2026, 3:12 PM

#SundaySnips

Stepping into the Archive for the first time, AKA the Sixth School, formerly dedicated to Necromancy and the Goddess of Death, Travel, and Liminal Spaces

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@mhurban.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 12:57 PM

From 'Trapped in Amber'
How is it possible that I used “eerie” only four times in the entire book? 😅
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@andrewbrucelockhart.co.ukOct 4, 2026, 8:36 AM

#SundaySnips

Don't have that word, but a 'feels like' - from the vomit draft of Pandora's Secret - It's no longer in the novel. Slowed things down too much.

Ted vs the Maryland Goatman

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‘Great.’ Gerald moved his hand away. ‘But don’t go too slow.’ ‘Why?’ Rourke chipped in. He knew where this was going. ‘The Maryland Goatman,’ Gerald said quietly, almost whispering. ‘Don’t stop on the bridge. That’s where he lives.’ ‘We’re missile-proof; I think we’ll be okay.’ Wiltshire joined in. Oh.’ Ted laughed uncertainly. ‘Right.’ The Cry Baby Bridge,’ added Rourke. ‘You know that legend, right?’
@sainiku.northsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 6:06 AM

#SundaySnips

Well, that's not good...

(CW: Hallucination, blood, death)

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It was eerie, like peering into a moment frozen in time. [Censored] had been there, and I could almost feel her presence. I knew to check in the bedrooms for the picture, so I walked over and opened one of the doors. My eyes were immediately drawn to [Censored]’s corpse, slumped in the middle of the room, covered in blood. I saw it for only a brief moment, a blink and it was gone. That… That wasn’t real, right? My breath quickened and I grabbed at my head, as a subtle scent of blood emanated from the room. I frantically reached out and grabbed the door handle, slamming it shut before the smell could drown my thoughts. “Woah, hey what’s wrong?” Nathan whispered. “Not that room.” I focused on catching my breath. “I… Sorry, I thought I saw something…”
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 5:01 AM

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com

Spooky season is here! Share a snip featuring something eerie. (obligatory ghost noises) 👻 🎃 🪦

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A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for October 4th is eerie. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background is a night time Halloween scene in a graveyard with gnarled trees, tombstones, a purple sky, and jack o lanterns. There is an image to the right of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a witch’s hat and holding a broomstick.
@hookandquillpress.comSep 30, 2026, 4:30 PM

ICYMI: We have a new #Patreon post by @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social sharing tips on creating your own monsters! Whether you're writing through spooky season or homebrewing for your TTRPG, hopefully you'll find something helpful!

Check it out on our Patreon: www.patreon.com/cw/hookandqu...

#hqpress

@nightoffallengods.comSep 27, 2026, 1:37 PM

#SundaySnips
This is one of my favorite ends to a chapter, mostly because Roderika cannot know the absolutely mess this action left Mary in after she turned around…

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She held out the cloth over her shoulder and felt Mary take it before she dipped it into the water. A few drops hit the floor of the carriage when she wrung it out and began wiping down Reka's back. She had a gentle touch, different from Tala's when they bathed together. She didn't mind the difference though. As Mary finished up, Reka reached for the other towel to dry herself when she noticed the last of her strawberries, sitting on the carriage seat in her napkin. She grabbed it along with the towel and was about to eat it when she realized Mary hadn't had any on her plate this morning. She draped the dry towel over her front and began to turn around. "Mary?" "Yes, Princess?" She was exhausted with the "Princess" nonsense. Instead of offering Mary the strawberry as intended, she stepped across space between them and pressed it gently but firmly to her lips. Mary's face immediately matched the morsel poised on her mouth and let out a tiny squeak before Reka pushed on the fruit just enough to stop her speaking. "I know you have to call me 'Princess' in front of Father Jonah, but we talked about this yesterday. We are going to be friends, and my friends call me Reka. Can you please call me that when we're in private, at the very least?" Mary nod was the barest dropping of her head. "Good. Now this is for you." Mary parted her lips and accepted the piece of fruit. Once she had it between her teeth, Reka withdrew her hand and left her to finish it while she dressed.
@glwalkerauthor.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 1:31 PM

This is from the prologue! Nothing like some nonsense with gods
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Humming as he left Fate's space, Knowledge skimmed the book Fate had started for his next vessel. He was hoping for something a lot more exciting than what he had previously, but as written by Fate, this vessel's personality was going to be difficult for him to motivate. She had the perfect amount of curiosity and thirst for what he could give her, but her adventurous spirit was lacking. Turning the corner and spotting the amorphous shape in the color an old comrade, he suddenly had a spark of inspiration. “Deception! I have a job for you. How'd you like to make sure my next vessel is well primed to accept me?”
@sageowenwrites.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 1:15 PM

Poor Matthew is NOT prepared for Cory Mercer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#SundaySnips (re)turn from SmokeWIP
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Excerpt from SmokeWIP, a sage Owen romance novel wip. Text as follows: He didn't know how to puzzle that into his daydream or the bachelor party reality, so he just made an annoyed huff. "We just took a walk to smoke some weed. Don't make it weird." "I'll try not to eyefuck you the rest of the night." Fingers gripped Matthew's jaw, held him unnecessarily for another kiss. "But if you don't want people to know, we shouldn't return together. I must look like I just got fucked senseless." A hand snuck down his front. "And you look like you need to be." He couldn't stop the moan completely, but kept it brief. "Touching it isn't helping." He was forward, flirty in a way Matthew had never seen Billy. "Can't blame me for wanting to keep touching you. Could our weed walk take a little longer, you think?" "Absolutely not." He didn't know where the line was between sneaking drugs and assignations, but he couldn't believe Billy's stupid cousin was horny enough to be cavalier about it. "If you're sure." He sounded peaceful. "Then I'll just say thank you." Winkingly, he added, "Owe you one." "Go." When he was alone he slouched against the tree, fished in his pocket, dry-swallowed a pill, closed his eyes, breathed through his nose until all he could smell was spring.
@andrewbrucelockhart.co.ukSep 27, 2026, 1:02 PM

#SundaySnips word of the week - Turn

A close to from Atlas Rising - the new #WIP

Rourke vs airports

He should know by now to allow extra time when he travels...

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He turned right out of the open doors of the airbridge onto the main concourse. And froze. The business ends of seven SIG Sauer MCX Carbines were pointing at him. A red beam of light flicked over his eyes, blinding him for a second, making him look down to get the damn thing out of his eyes. Six more dots of light appeared on his chest. Grouped over his heart. Fuck.
@woldry.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 12:46 PM

"Street turned to road, and road dribbled down to path, as the darkness deepened. Haunts grew rarer and more haggard beyond the city outskirts, staring with blank eyes into a world they couldn’t leave, not since death was broken."

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@tarasgeir.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 9:15 AM

This seemed appropriate, Alitzah is tied up and blindfolded and tries to turn towards the noise that is Cailo turning back into a human. #Sundaysnips #writingcommunity #hqpress

More yelling. More scared horses. Even some terrified sheep in the distance. Many steps pummeling the ground to her right, a few more to the left and that was where she felt the vibrations of trampling hooves. They must have a huge amount of cavalry. It was more a war group than a raiding party. A gust of air pushed at her back, something shuffled inside the tent and Alitzah started to turn around to face what had entered. A futile attempt but she couldn’t help but try. There was no more movement but there were noises. Something cracked. And then another crack. Sharp, quick noises in rapid succession. As if someone was cracking their knuckles repeatedly. Something whined, long and droning, as if it were about to explode when it reached the right pitch and then, suddenly, it dropped. The noise became a voice; firm and awkwardly polite. “Ten fingers, ten toes. Excellent. Alitzah, I’m going to untie you and then you will give me your cloak. After that, you can take off your blindfold.”
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:05 AM

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com

Leaves and weather are the usual things turning this time of year, but in a story it could be anything: fortunes, attitudes. Who knows?

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A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for September 27 is turn. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background is orange and red fall leaves. There is an image to the left of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a scarf and black frame glasses sitting in the fork of a tree.
@hookandquillpress.comSep 23, 2026, 4:15 PM

We have a new #Patreon post up by @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social sharing some tips on creating your own monsters! Whether you're writing through spooky season or homebrewing for your TTRPG, hopefully you'll find something helpful!

Check it out on our Patreon: www.patreon.com/cw/hookandqu...

#hqpress

@hookandquillpress.comSep 21, 2026, 6:17 PM

@woodenvelt.bsky.social 's upcoming novel THIEF OF DEATH is a fun romantasy with a thief and a priest of the dead. How would you win the heart of Wren, the no-nonsense thief with a heart of gold?

#hqpress #writingcommunity #wrencer

@amritac.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 3:34 PM

Quick snippet from my horror novella WIP, that has strong SE Asian folklore, body horror, and toxic romance elements in it.
The word "crisp" for #SundaySnips!

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The word "crisp" for #SundaySnips! Quick snippet from my horror novella WIP, that has strong SE Asian folklore, body horror, and toxic romance elements in it. #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #HQPress #AuthorSky #WritersCommunity #Horror #5amWritersClub
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:10 AM

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com

The only crisp thing around here are the tortilla chips, but a girl can dream of cool breezes and crackling leaves underfoot.

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A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for September 20 is crisp. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background is orange and red fall leaves. There is an image to the left of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a scarf and black frame glasses sitting in the fork of a tree.
@hookandquillpress.comSep 16, 2026, 6:15 PM

ICYMI: We have a new Patreon post from our @woodenvelt.bsky.social discussing the most forbidden F word: Failure 😬

Check out this latest post and our other BTS bonus posts for Friends of Quillbert supporters, over on our #Patreon! www.patreon.com/cw/hookandqu...

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@hookandquillpress.comSep 14, 2026, 6:16 PM

Hello, friends! Quillbert's checking in to make sure everyone's been taking care of themselves. And if you're not sure how to get started? Look no further!

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