Ellie Lieberman

@ellielieberman.bsky.social

She/Her
✏️Author, illustrator🖍️
📚Novels, novellas, short stories, children's book 📖
🔥 A light in the dark from dragon fire to a flickering candle 🕯️
https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ellie-Lieberman/author/B00ZQ5ROYE

@alyssalouttit.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 8:08 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

#WIPSnips. I don't have any kind of lizard or reptile in this story so I opted for a section about someone being cold-blooded.

He spun her slowly. Far slowly than how they would do so in a real dance with music and dozens of couples around them. She kept her footing through it and braced her hand back on his shoulder when it was done.

"You're not that bad," he told her.

His skin was almost close enough for her to touch. She could tell it would be cool to the touch. Not corpselike cold but cooler than hers. Her Mother had spent so long thinking she was feverish when she wasn't.

"Far from perfect though."

@alyssalouttit.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 10:38 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Dark vampire romance for this project. Think some kind of messy version of '90-day fiance' fused with 'Bridgerton' but they're vampires.

@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:12 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

October 10th – fuzzy

Fox might have almost died. Just a little.

#DawnsBlood

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Besides, thinking was somewhat beyond her, at the moment. Her head throbbed. Actually, her entire body throbbed, her head was just the worst offender.
Fox tried to sit up, but couldn’t quite muster the strength to do so, so instead she sank back onto the bed with a groan.
There was a scrape of chair legs on stone and a moment later Av’ry appeared at the bars, a stern-faced guard shadowing his steps.
“You’re finally awake! You really had me worried this time, Fox,” he said.
“I’m not dead, then?” she croaked. “I wasn’t certain.”
“Not quite. Though it was a close thing.”
She could tell. Heavy-duty healing left a mark, and she had been subjected to it often enough to recognize the familiar ache. Not just the mending of a trifling wound, either. Someone with skill had reached into her every vein, power burning through her like a wildfire.
It wasn’t an experience she would ever recommend. It was better than being dead, but only by the slimmest of margins. If you had a low pain tolerance, it could easily tip the other way.
“What exactly happened? I’m a little fuzzy on the details.”

@ddwardiswriting.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:15 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Closest I have is fur... Or I'm too drunk to find furry. ... 🤷‍♀️

She wandered the halls of the castle, testing her knowledge of the layout. Nadia had been a skilled tour guide, and Blair was a quick study. She didn’t have a destination in mind, she thought. But she nonetheless found herself in the courtyard with the cage. She stared down from the doorway at Ash. Her sister lay asleep on her side in the cage. Her captors had given her a bedroll and a fur blanket. Ash had buried herself in straw that lay loose in the cage. But Blair could see Ash shivering in the cold air of the courtyard. The inner castle felt bitter cold, Blair couldn’t imagine what Ash must be enduring sleeping out here.

Ash wouldn’t last in these conditions. Blair felt the urge to do something. But she lacked any tools or skills that would let her pick the lock to the cage. And she had nothing heavy enough to break the door to the cage open. Blair scowled.

“What is the connection here?” Nadia said, her voice coming from behind Blair.

@starbuds-and-roses.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:26 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

many choices for today, but this one was dearest to my heart this morning. . .
#WIPSnips #WriteSky

a screenshot of several paragraphs of text, the word “fuzzy” digitally underlined in orange. it reads:

He felt the ache in his chest twinge, but couldn't find it within himself to cry any more.

Bazyli returned just when he settled on a blemish on the wall—far too quickly for the kettle to be hot to the touch. Cecyl didn't move, even when Bazyli's fingertips brushed his shoulder; if anything, only curling into himself the tiniest bit further.

"May I?"

Cecyl nodded.

Not noticing the fuzzy knit blanket in
Bazyli's arms before it was being draped over his shoulders, too. So warm it must've been on the chair nearest to the fireplace.

Finally, Cecyl met his gaze, those grey eyes so delicate and round, almost shimmering in the candlelight.

A grin played at the corners of Bazyli's lips—quiet, subtle, soft. "Do you still want an ungodly amount of honey in your tea?" he whispered.

Although hardly more than a slight change in breath, Cecyl chuckled, and nodded.

"Sometimes I wonder if you drink it that way just to appall me."

@jangoeswriting.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 7:10 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

From: ‘With Sword and Hunger’
Prompt: ‘Fuzzy’

#WiPSnips

He probably deserved the pounding head, though, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember why. Stirring on the bed, noting the brightness beyond his closed eyes, Manes started to sit up, to roll out of bed and reach for the pot underneath, only for a hand to press against his chest, easing him back down to a bed that would once have smelled of warm hair and honeysuckle. Those days were long gone, now, but he still only slept on one side.

Despite the throbbing in his head, he opened his eyes to see the sunlight cascading through the open shutters of the window and groaned again. Near half a day gone and he’d laid his sorry backside in bed. That was the drink. He’d swore off booze for Nekane, but she wasn’t around and it hurt less with a good belly full. Different kind of hurt. The pain in his jaw, however. That wasn’t down to drink and the peach fuzz in his mind began to fade away.

“Gods damn it.” He smacked his lips, looking to the cabinet beside the bed. “Fetch your Pa some water, son.”

“The boy is doing his chores.” Only now did Manes notice the soft clicking at the other side of the bed.

@sagecollins.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:15 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

There was 0 chance I wasn't using this scene

BigBad's cutting Ace's hair, erratically, w/ a knife as punishment. Poor Ace is a vain thing

I cut this off before it got too gruesome, but❗CW: knife use, blood, strangulation, tongue twisters❗

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
From Master/Puppet🦹‍♂️💈

Black text, green background, "Fuzzy" x2 highlighted pink

Ace has let his head drop, staring at his hands, as if the flexing of his fingers is particularly interesting. He's mumbling something under his breath. I can't have that. He will pay attention to me.

"Whoops," I say, letting the knife slip into his scalp. He hisses sharply,
and his head jerks up. I catch the tears on his cheeks before he drops his head again. That's enough for me.

This is fun. I should have done it sooner.

By the time I've reached the last bit of hair, Ace's head looks like a patchwork quilt. A little hair here, completely bald there, blood dyeing the fringe at his neck. I shear this patch down to a tiny bit of fuzz, which reminds me... "FUZZY Wuzzy wasn't very FUZZY." The last locks fall into his lap, and I lean into his ear and whisper, "Was he?"

His face snaps to me, and I realize too late that I miscalculated. The
tears still stain his cheeks, but his eyes aren't dejected. They're angry.

He launches himself off the chair. He doesn't need his legs to work right, just enough leverage to knock me to the ground with him on top of me. The fingers of both hands wrap around my throat, his thumbs pressing in above my Adam's apple and blocking off my air flow. For one wild second, I panic as every plan I made is thwarted by a weakling avenging his lost hair,

@ellielieberman.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 7:23 AM

Cook tried to reign in her initial scoff of disbelief. Her girl's feet were so far off the ground, it was a miracle she hadn't floated away alongside the fluff of dandelion seeds. She grabbed Gracelynn's hands, forcing her to look her in the eyes.
- When Morning Comes
#WIPSnips

@ddwardiswriting.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 4:14 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

“They’re going to die, like us.” Hester said.

“They why was it so important that you tell us right now?”

Hester didn’t answer.

“Or did you know Nadia had come to my room? Did you not want us to have time alone together?”

Hester didn’t answer.

www.patreon.com/posts/155632...

@applesncinnamon.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 3:59 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Do this with your OC!
Here’s the jars for Micah Harlow from Sweet & Wild! 💛
He’s a bit of a lover boy with Terran!

romance.blackwhiskercult.com

#OCSky #WriterSky #BookSky

A drawing of Micah Harlow. He’s a man with peach skin and freckles. He has curly blond hair and brown eyes. He’s wearing a straw hat and his surrounded by bees and flowers

“Romantic Jars” for Micah showing how he feels about certain romantic actions.

(1 = a little • 5 = overflowing)
Giving: Hug from Behind 4/5
Receiving:Hug from Behind 5/5
Biting 2/5
Getting bit 3/5
Giving: Hug attack 3/5
Receiving: Hug Attack 5/5
Cuddle 5/5
Snuggle 5/5
Soft kisses 5/5
French Kisses 4/5
Giving: Kiss attack 3/5
Receiving Kiss attack 4/5
Giving: Forehead kisses 5/5
Receiving Forehead Kisses 5/5
Giving: Cheek kisses 5/5
Receiving Cheek Kisses 5/5
Giving: Neck kisses 4/5
Receiving: Neck Kisses 4/5
Giving: Hand kisses 4/5
Receiving Hand Kisses 5/5
Giving: Doorframe Lean 3/5
Receiving: Doorframe Lean 4/5
Giving Massages 4/5
Receiving Massages 5/5
Hand holding 5/5
Eye Gazing 4/5
Giving Presents 5/5
Receiving Presents 4/5

@sayaashrah.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 10:11 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

#AwesomeCharacters Oh, most accurate goes to Mileena—many, many centuries of target practising with her sais gave her quite the aim that even Bullseye would find lethal! Her tarkatan eyes do help, too, as they're significantly better than normal dĩn’huei eyes.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng

@joharraharper.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 12:22 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Day 8. Does your MC play a sport.

Vivian is a swimmer.

#OctoberWorldbuilders.
#WritingCommunity.
@kiraofthewind.com.

@joharraharper.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 1:50 AMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

We are behind on rent and power and could really use some donations to catch up! Anything helps!

ko-fi.com/joharraharpe...

#helpsky.
#mutualaid.

@joharraharper.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 10:03 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Day 9. Books you hope to read by the end of the year.

Fate of Flames.
Final Girls.
You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight.

#WritingCommunity.
#FantasyIndiesSpooktober.
@chesneyinfalt.bsky.social.
@lvrussell.bsky.social.

@joharraharper.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 10:06 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Day 9. Deecribe your story as a horror novel.

Anastasia runs from the man who murdered her as she leads a rebellion to get reveng before she dies again.

#QueerPrompts.
#WritingCommunity.
@cjaralore.bsky.social.

@joharraharper.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 10:06 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Day 9. Who's Fearless?

Vivian.

#OctoberThrills.
#WritingCommunity.
@jadeblack21.bsky.social.

@scarletvmitchell.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 1:19 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

#Pretendpanel

I wrote a sci-fi novella at age ~9, but what really mashed the "You're a writer, Scarlet" button was in 8th grade (age 12) being assigned to write a short story in history class.

The teacher told my Mom that mine was the best in class.

Been chasing that high ever since.

@servantand.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 1:23 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

#TWPGE

41/26

Share a snip from any of your works that includes the word 'honorificabilitudinitatibus'.

#WriteSky #WritingPrompt #PromptGame

"If it wasn't for your honorificabilitudinitatibus," Chana snarled, "We would have left her behind long ago!"

@sharkiatwrites.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 1:45 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Obligatory post as I have put on a Halloween playlist while writing the penultimate chapter of the Strawberry Circle series:

Bad Grains is an awesome October read.

Best place to buy: sharkiatwrites.itch.io/badgrains
Or get it from a retailer of your choice: books2read.com/badgrains

💙📚👀🩸📚💀

Arrow graphic. Goosebumps meets German Folklore. Bad Grains by Susanne Schmidt
"She haunts the fields, she takes the young, the grain devil thrives in brightest sun..."
- cozy autumn vibes for spooky season
- goosebumps meets brother's grimm
- the only possible ally is the most annoying boy on the planet
- halloween takes a dark turn...
-...but don't worry, Jo is an avid horror reader!
- supportive grandma

@pjccahill.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 2:06 PMReposted by @ellielieberman.bsky.social

Taegen: oh stars, no. She'd be miserable and terrified.
Kyoka: she'd be very confused, but has enough magic to pull it off.
Rieka: would have a panic attack and pass out.
Dominika: may as well be the Grinch. What have you done?
🧵
#Octember

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