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🎵And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait awhile for the right day
And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds
I look down, hear the sound of the things you said today🎵

#pinkfloyd #substack #meddle #music

@cfloydstock.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 7:11 PM

Humorizando...

#humor #pinkfloyd #echoes #meddle #liveatpompeii

@luckofthevoid.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 9:07 AM

I'm a day late, but I think I came across a good snippet for #meddle

Or, my MC trying to work through the consequences of his meddling by talking to his faithful orange cat companion, Shirley 🐱

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Felix paused his vocal thoughts, pressing the back of his head further into the cracked, leather chair. “Oh Shirley, I feel like I’m between a rock and a hard place,” he sighed. “There’s too much going on that have to work through. A rise in kidnappings, an underground crime organization, my department that would rather look the other way when things get too superstitious, a rebirthed cult that’s seeking immortality, vampires? What’s next? Ghosts? Frankenstein’s monster? Or maybe you’re secretly a shape shifter, seeking refuge in my home from some unspeakable deed.”
Felix removed his glasses, then rubbed his hands against his face and muttered, “All this because I decided to follow Jasper one night instead of listening to stay put for once.”

@phanversace.bsky.social Sep 24, 2026, 10:00 PM

"Oh, so you call me to #meddle in your business? You assassins can just cannibalize each other," Bailey stated.
"Come on, you hate Caesar as much as I do." Amarula clenched her fist. "I know Cosmo hates him."
"Caesar is jealous of Cosmo because Cosmo went on the cover of Playgirl." #WIPSnips

@tellthestory.bsky.social Sep 24, 2026, 3:59 PM

I have "interfere" for meddle. It's 1901 and #FrankMatsura has asked local fishermen in Alaska if he can come along with them onto the bay so he can take photographs of the coastline. #WIPsnips #meddle

They agreed on the condition that I did not interfere with their work. When they were not pulling nets or dumping the flopping fish into the hold, they would stand over me and watch the operation of the camera. I explained to them how a camera worked.
The first thing that struck me about the coastline was how ugly the cannery looked from the water. I had been underdeck when I first arrived in Naknek, so I had never seen it from the bay. Looking now, I saw a huge steel-gray edifice that contrasted with the beauty of the wilderness that surrounded it. The docks were dark and dirty and the opening at the cannery platform was rimmed with brown rust, as was the iron boom that extended out over the water. The cannery itself was surrounded by squat wooden longhouses that housed the workers. From multiple tall chimneys rose thin streams of black coalsmoke. Beyond the cannery’s squalor were majestic mountains latticed with black basalt and white snow, with an ascendant green carpet of trees in the foreground. The cannery looked like an affront, a mistake, a human imposition on the sublimity of God’s handiwork. I decided to make no exposure of the cannery itself.

@beyondtheonions.bsky.social Sep 24, 2026, 11:59 AM

**Typo in original post - had to repost... sorry.
#WIPSnips #meddle #writing #scifi #fantasy #dystopian #adventure #fiction #wip Spiral Eyes (working title).

* Mariner fondly hears a voice in his head.

He slipped the remains of his breakfast, dish and all, into the disposal drawer and again heard the whoosh of air that carried his waste away to the sanitation cells beneath the complex.
In his wardrobe he found his uniform for the day – the same as yesterday, and everyday, for all freemans: the garbs were dominated with the colour of fieldstone, but as a captain his blazer bore the tassels of arbitrary blue on the shoulders, and gold-coloured buttons to fasten the front. The trousers matched the tassels with a thin, grey line stitched up each side to give them a military flare, billowing outward where he tucked them into the top of his boots. His boots climbed high to his knees and gleamed a blackness of rubber; what his mother called “wellies.”
“Don’t forget your wellies,” he heard his mother’s meddling voice, though always well-intended, echoing for a moment in his mind. Rain or shine, when he was a boy she’d always told him to wear his wellies and he always did, everyday. Even as an adult and long after she was gone, he’d still hear her voice, fondly, and would still wear his wellies.

excerpt from wip Sprial Eyes
by Ross McDermott

@ewanstone.uk Sep 24, 2026, 7:29 AM

#meddle from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga.

Epilogue time! Galactic mastermind Raven considers a vision of the future she seems incapable of preventing.

(Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/)

#writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“Good night, Madam Raven.”
As the maid took her leave with another curtsey, Raven leaned back on her seat and spared a glance for the monitor she had dismissed to the side of the room. It still hung there on its pneumatic arm, and Raven could see the glow of the screen shining on the mahogany wall even with the monitor facing away from her. Meeting the Prosultan was tomorrow. Then she had the Century Board to plan, since that was closer than she’d like. She would be announcing the production of the Wings Institute’s new skin graft system for damaged feet. Funny, Marcus and Avalynne had helped her put that together too. As for the T-codes, there was no rush. The mysteries of time could wait for as long as they needed. And for now, destiny would occur however much she meddled.
Still, Raven didn’t go to bed for a further thirtieth of a cycle. She drank her tea and ate some bread. And she considered the cosmos, as best she could.

@acturek.bsky.social Sep 24, 2026, 5:16 AM

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #meddle -> interfere

Ra’am Chalmalch ordered Lord Shelwon to disengage & retreat in the midst of a battle. One troop is left trapped.
POV Shelwon’s herald, Jedhrath

- Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

He never stopped blowing his horn. The
sound of the warriors cries floated up to him,
desperate and angry. They tried to turn and flee back up the hill, but were hemmed in the deep snow, forced to fight. Their cries and the squeals of the horses made a cacophony of bloody death that resonated like pain in the Shining One's eyes, until, driven by desperation, Lord Shelwon raised the
Shammeth-stone.

"No!" Ra'am Chalmalch thundered.

"I weary of your INTERFERENCE!"

Watching them, Jedhrath clenched his fist.

"You know not what you are fighting! This is
not the time!"

Lord Shelwon's eyes blazed bright with rage.
"Three hundred lives wasted! How are you going to explain to the Edin, to their families?" The Ra'am did not answer, only stared at his protége with eyes of cold fire. The Sheltri were surrounded. The cries of
the dying wrung Jedhrath's heart.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

@sonicbondpub.bsky.social Sep 22, 2026, 12:01 PM

Pink Floyd have announced they will release a new San Tropez Orange Marble vinyl edition of their landmark 1971 album Meddle.
www.facebook.com/LouderPosts

Read about the album in Pink Floyd On Track, available from @burningshed or wherever you buy your books

#pinkfloyd #meddle