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@shawnmklimek.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:32 AM

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social
#TFOTSnip

Nathan stepped into the aisle, then reached back for her hand. “This is our stop,” he said, helping her up. “I can already hear the #music. It sounds good, don’t you think?”

@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 59 - October 11th

Today’s word is: Music

Now who doesn't love good music? Give us your best music snips. Bonus points if you actually describe the tone and feeling of the music in the prose!

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 10:31 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Here we see Milly, still entirely new to the whole supernatural world thing, be given some critical survival advice.
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“Oh.” This isn’t what I expected at all. “Uh, yeah. He said some other names. A few of them, actually. Mil-“ “WAIT!” Val shouts suddenly, and I nearly jump upright in alarm, along with everyone else in the dining hall. I turn on him, angry at the noise and the unwarranted alarm, and I see him holding up both his arms in placation. “Wait! Please, listen, this is important! Before you say anything, you said he mentioned several names for you?” “Yes?” “Well, alright, but I need to be very clear on this, you can not tell anyone your full set of names, ever! Use only one or two, your main name and your father’s family name. Never say your full name out loud to anyone, not even members of the Formless Assembly! Do you understand?” The intensity with which Val says all this makes me takes a step back on reflex. I look around to see the students all nod together, as if this is the most natural but critical information that could be given to any of them. “Okay? Why?” “Because names can be used with certain magics as a channelling component. These are usually very bad, harmful and above all offensive magics, which you will have no defence against as it will hit you directly at the center of your being. Do you understand?”
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 58 - October 10th

Today’s word is: Harmful

Nothing harmful about posting snips.

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@shawnmklimek.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 11:47 PM

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social
#TFOTSnip

He squeezed Victoria’s hand, and playfully began to #swing it as if he were about to start skipping.

@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 10:49 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Cut to Milly here in the middle of fighting a vicious weird animal intruder inside the manor in a hallway.
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It takes a few steps back of its own, then lunges up and to it’s left, half running up the wall. My now empty hand closes on the other intact table leg as the animal drifts across the open hallway, twisting in mid air as it does so to land on the opposite wall feet first. I can see what it’s doing, and I decide to make one last counter, here and now. I pull back the table low and behind me, opening myself up to the animal. It rebounds off the wall, leaving deep scratch marks in the wood, and launches right at my face, mouth open and snarling, but the table meets it halfway. I swing as hard as I can, nearly overbalancing with how much power I’m putting into it, and the table shatters completely apart, leaving me holding only two chair legs. The animal flies backwards down the hallway and hits the terminating wall there with a series of yelps of pain, but I can’t let it get it’s bearings again and charge at it again with both table legs held above my head and screaming like a crazed caveman.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 57 - October 9th

Today’s word is: Swing

Like the music, like the playground object, like a sword or bat--you decide! So many good ways to use this.

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@samaccardi.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 2:40 PM

Posting this from editing jail. Here’s a snip from an unedited portion of As Rapid As The Wind.

Keep your eyes out for a cover reveal soon!

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It smelled like ber. Yu unfolded the letter as if he were handling a delicate snowilake, reading the words with hungry eyes. He felt his stomach lurch; his senses seemed to leave him, and even his tongue seemed to go numb. I have just returned from a tour of the western provinces. There is much I wish to tell you about my time there, but it is not safe to do so in this way. I know it has been a while since we last met. I have been away long. Perhaps we can sit and talk for a while. If I am not mistaken, you are not in service today. I would very much like to see you if you have the time. If it pleases you, meet me at the Todai Mansion in the eastern gardens of the lower grounds of the palace. Send your response with Jiju or send it via your own messenger. I shall await your arrival at the pavilion. The note had been written in a careful and elegant hand. The lines and curves of the characters on the page seem to dance playfully across the sheet of paper. Despite the obvious, brief, even hurried nature of the note, care had been taken in the calligraphy. In the bottom corner, there was a short poem: A lonely pine waits, On this high mountain for you. Will no one tread this old path? Matsu Gozen had returned.
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 12:40 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
A short discussion and divvying up of tasks before the final confrontation, or so they think.
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“Me as well, I have a debt to repay,” Sibu says from beside Gizelda, making her jump in surprise. A barely perceptible bruise blooms on the side of his face. “Six should be enough, two for each tunnel! The rest of us will stay out here in case those things come back! Go quickly!” Irena says, then turns around and lifts her arms up, summoning four more of those water tendrils from the ground. Lightning streaks across the sky above in response to the movement, and then just stays there, not fading or anything but casting a constant white glow over the whole area. “What the hell?” I ask, as if this is the most astounding thing to happen tonight. “No, go inside, we’ll talk later!” Irena says, and we head to the mine entrance. I look back to see those left, Irena and Julie and Ari and Christine and the two Fae soldiers, taking up a picket line near the entrance behind us, supported by the four water tendrils. Whoever comes for them is gonna suffer, I’m guessing.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 10:03 AM

Day 56 - October 8th

Today’s word is: Refund

No snip refunds! You post it, you own it.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 10:10 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Synonym day today for Milly.
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“We’re here,” she says as we emerge from the hallway onto the landing between the two staircases. The air is thick with animated conversation from below. The three girls who’d been sitting on the railing are gone now, so I move to stand next to the staircase, giving Irene enough space. I look down to see… well frankly, to see what looks like a group of anime characters. Ten people, with most looking like teenagers, occupy the center of the antechamber in a loose group. A whole mountain of luggage occupies the spot right below me, and across the antechamber stands a line of people dressed in black and white manor servant uniforms, with one man standing a bit away with them in what could be called a teacher uniform, all in brown. He had brown hair and thin-rimmed spectacles, and wore a neutral expression as he surveyed the teenagers. He glances up at me and his expression changes. His eyes widen with what I guess is surprise, and then they narrow as his forehead wrinkled with, I guess, irritation. I think he may not have been expecting me here.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 10:00 AM

Day 55 - October 7th

Today’s word is: Queue

I guess Americans would spell it Cue, so that's acceptable too! But for my fellow Canadians, Brits, and (I think?) Aussies! I'll also accept line.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 12:02 PM

Hello #TFOTSnip.
Had to go with vibe posting this time around.
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So here I’m sitting on my bed a few minutes later, and I should be as comfortable as a person possibly could be, yet anxious sweat drips off of my forehead as I sit staring at the blue and copper journal laying like a fat toad in the middle of the small table in my room. Why? I don’t know. Every time I reach towards it, I feel like a child wanting to hide away from some vague parental wrath, yet I have no memory of why. I shake my head stubbornly, push the fear and anxiety aside to where it can entertain itself for all I care and reach forward to grasp the book, opening it as I did before with my hand. I take the pen next to it in hand and turn to the first page. What to write. Well, I have two day’s worth of experience to put down, right? Like a Diary? Irena had said to use it in any nonspecific way any of us feel works for us. Might start there. I’ve never kept a diary before… I think. Haven’t I? I’m sure I haven’t? I shake the uncertainty away start writing, losing all sense of time as the clock ticks long into the night and the next morning, lost in a scribbling world of my own as I explore personal experiences like I’ve never done before. I think.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 54 - October 6th

Today’s word is: Bench

Don't sit on the bench--post your snips!

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@graptopetalum.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 6:00 PM

#TFOTSnip October 5 cooperation
Clindar, Dwendra and Ice have teleported into vice-president Guldren's bedroom to give him some disturbing news.
From "Tales of Midbar: Secret Priest" - If you like this, click the link: www.inkitt.com/stories/200642

Background: A large, conical temple. Guldrin gasped, "What? He has bodyguards." "They weren't effective against the monsters. He left one outside the grotto and he was the only one to survive. This means that you're now effectively the president, although it may take a while to make it official, as the Grotto of Faratondikh collapsed. That's not really my area of expertise. It also means that Benai Nibeyim's emergency decapitation protocols are now in effect." I stepped back and Dwendra stepped forward. "I art Dwendra, the new Grand Farmer of Benai Nibeyim, as the protocols maketh me the Grand Vinegrower. Pax and probably Midbar art now at war with the monsters." "War!" gasped Guldrin. "There are what, thirty of them!" "We don't know," said Ice. "They seem to have recruited some ancients and at least one Benai Nibeyim leader so they may be able to increase their numbers by recruitment. They also have at least one flying vehicle but we don't know if it can make orbit or if they're likely to get reinforcements from off-planet." "You are?" asked Guldrin. "Ice, apostle of Haprihagfen." "What?" "It art important that we avoideth conflict with each other," said Dwendra, "so I art initiating a policy of cooperation between Benai Nibeyim and Haprihagfen. Pax also art at war with Nuhara but your government hath chosen to ignoreth that." She held out a computer data chip in front of Guldrin. "This containeth all the data we hath collected relating unto the monsters, including footage of the Minris and Grotto of Faratondikh attacks. I suggest you provideth this information unto the military."
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 10:11 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
Here we see Milly being introduced to the class all in one go.
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“Gesa Falkenberg. I’m from Norway,” she says levelly and takes her journal, and I feel a chill tickle my hand for a moment. This one is ice cold, no doubt. She goes to stand next to Genevieve, once again protecting the nervous girl between her and Galilah, and now I’m curious. “Do you three know each other?” I ask, wondering what the relationship could be. “We’re half-sisters!” Galilah snaps at me. “Do you need to know anything else?” “No, not really,” I say, taken a bit aback at the forcefulness. Now that she mentions it, I can see a resemblance around the jaw, a similar shape, really strong looking jaws actually. It’s hard to spot on Genevieve’s nervous face, but it’s there. “Don’t be so cross! We’re supposed to introduce ourselves, Gal,” Gesa coolly scolds her sister as the next teen walks up, and Galilah sticks her tongue out in reply. The new kid is taller than I am but thin like a twig. White hair and near-white irises, a bit greyer than the eye-whites, enough to distinguish the two. He has earrings and lip studs, and smiles at me with half his mouth.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 10:00 AM

Day 53 - October 5th

Today’s word is: Cooperation

Let's cooperation with one another to post our best snips!

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 12:03 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
Gonna have to go with a long-shot vibe post here, i got none of the word here.
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“Clara!” I call out, and I can hear myself clearly, sounding scared and alone like a frightened child, looking for the one person that could help set the world right. “Clara!” I shout louder, my heart racing with the thought that she might not be here. “Milly? Is that you?” I hear a voice from the next room, then see Clara walk through that doorway. She freezes on the spot and stares at me in disbelief. “Milly! What happened?” she exclaims and rushes too me, worming her shoulder in under mine. I’m usually the one doing the supporting when her ailment gets the better of her, and I’ve never experienced this side of the equation before. It feels weird, but comforting. “I- I-“ I try to speak, to explain everything, but words don’t make much sense yet. “Okay, just take a deep breath and think about words before saying them, okay?” she says as she guides me to sit on the white couch. A momentary thought scribbles across my mind that I’ve probably just ruined this thing completely, that Jenine will have to replace it now. The thought flickers and dies in the turmoil.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 52 - October 4th

Today’s word is: Pest

Don't make me be a pest, post your snips!

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@nightoffallengods.comOct 3, 2026, 3:37 PM

#TFOTSnip

Forget second breakfast, Roderika hasn’t even had her first yet.

Fun fact, the last paragraph here is what Roderika the moniker “food criminal” in my worldbuilding doc.

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10 - Reka "That was amazing!" Mary bounced ahead of Reka with barely contained excitement. "I apologize for saying it over and over again, Princess, but I just can't think of another word. I've never seen anyone move like that!" Reka was less annoyed with being called Princess again than she was with the fact that Mary still had both plates of food. She hadn't eaten before her workout and it had made her ravenous. "Well I'm glad everyone enjoyed it, it means all the practice was worth it." They arrived at the carriage and Mary flopped into a camp stool, nearly tipping over and losing their breakfasts. "You were so fast, I could hardly see you. No person can move that fast..?" Mary finally noticed Reka's pointed look at the food in her hands and gasped in her first breath for the last several minutes. "Oh Redeemer in heaven, I am so sorry!" She reached out and finally took one of the plates from the Sister's trembling hand. Nine, the girl was excited. "T'll answer your questions I promise, just, give me a minute." Mary reached into her belt and handed her a knife and fork wrapped in a small towel. She took them while looking down at her plate. Eggs, bacon, and toast were all arrayed in a neat circle, each cooked to perfection. And someone had found strawberries! She moved those to the edge of her plate to save for last. Hungry as she was though, she couldn't decide where to start. After an agonizing minute of indecision, she started cutting everything into bite sized pieces. She dragged roughly cubed pieces of bread through pools of perfectly runny egg yolk and bacon grease and shattered the strips of meat into shards. After moving everything around a bit to ensure it was all evenly coated, she began shoveling forkfuls into her mouth. It was divine. Just enough pepper on the eggs, the salt and crunch from the bacon, all soaking into the fluffy interior of the bread. She may have made an undignified noise, but was too busy enjoying herself to notice.