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SPED teacher by day, secret writer on the sly.
Mediocre Magic: The Gathering player, Bar Trivia Teammate, FF14 Treasure Hunter, Reader of Weird Books, Paint By Number Master, Documentary Hound, Owner of a three-legged cat.

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K.A. Hela ✨ Final edits?✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 20d
Dune 2 X The Unbroken

In a city under constant threat, those gifted with psychic abilities are honed into warriors charged with defending their home. Sylin and Naraha, born with the gift, are conscripted into a brutal guild to be trained as killers against their wills.
#QuestPit #AgentsGuide
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Good Tallheart is, perhaps, not quite a royalist …

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
“Goody Tallheart.” A neighbour, Flirty forgot which, gave a respectful bow as she passed. “Which queen would be receiving your endorsement, mistress?” “None.” Flirty concentrated on the woman’s face but her name escaped her. “Monarchies are nothing more than an archaic, anachronistic, systemic method of oppressing the masses and leeching off their bones. The people should govern themselves with duly elected representatives held in check by strict and stringent laws that favour the people.” “That’d never work.” She was probably right, but it was better than kings and queens. Possibly. “So, you’ll be favouring Queen Parsimony, then. You’ll be wanting a pin.”
November 25, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

The absolute gall of this guy.

FYI: "sah" in this culture is the address for children & subordinates. As the gods, Mireia & Kena are expected to address everyone as "sah," but Mimi gives it some extra oomph here.

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“I’ve heard rumors that you intend to, ah... free the slaves?” This question, spoken in a vaguely mocking tone, was directly at Mireia—only at Mireia. She opened her mouth to reply, but Kena spoke first, not hiding the annoyance in his voice. “We intend to, yes.” The lord’s eyes begrudgingly turned to Kena, and his thin mouth twitched, the trace of a smile becoming first a frown, and then a different kind of smile—polite but stony. “I see,” said the Obsidian man, in a more serious tone. “I must admit, I was hoping you might reassure me that these rumors were untrue. Are you certain that—?” “We are certain, sah,” Mireia said sharply, with emphasis on the sah. “I only wonder if you’ve thought about—” “We know it will be difficult,” Kena cut him off. “But we feel it must be done.” The man’s smile somehow became stonier. “You are both still so young, and the young are always full of idealism. That’s one of the beauties of this system of ours, ona? Every generation gets a new pair of gods with fresh eyes and hopeful dreams, who haven’t yet been jaded by the world. Without Mu’u and Raa, relics like myself would never be forced to change, and our society would stagnate. I appreciate that—honestly, I do. But idealism must ever be tempered with realism, young gods. And, while the idea of freeing the slaves is a noble goal, I don’t feel that it’s very realistic.” He took a sip of wine, then glanced at Mireia. “Sea Mother, you especially ought to consider how this will look. There are already many out there who believe that your mixed blood makes you too partial to the barbarians. What will they say if you do this?” “They can say whatever they like about me,” Mireia said. “It doesn’t change what’s right.”
November 25, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
Morning, #WIPsnips. FTL drive is something no one is truly prepared for if they don't know what's going to happen, as Jennifer finds out in TLC.
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
I wonder if the same is happening to me, when the stars around us become bright blue and surge towards us. Brilliant blue particles speed past. I look to the side to see the particles flash from blue to white to red as they pass by the ship. I want to say ‘What kind of Star Trek crap is this?’ but all I can manage out of my throat is a strained “Gnhhgh!” Only then do I notice my hands clenching on the seat-belts for dear life. I consciously try to loosen their grip to no avail. “Here it comes!” Driona says a bit indistinctly and I look up and ahead again. A massive blue-green gas giant with rings twice as spectacular as Saturn’s fly directly towards us, as if some god had plucked it from the surrounding solar system and thrown a fast ball directly at my head. My whole body clenches up as I’m expecting the gigantic planet to crash into the ship. Somehow I’m unable to scream.
November 25, 2025 at 8:57 AM
jundlife.bsky.social
Just smoking and talking about the moon.
From "HatWIP"

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips
“The moon is predictable. It’s not hard to learn its patterns, I have always paid attention to the patterns of light,” I say, suddenly very aware of how weird I must sound. Aren't people supposed to talk about weird things while high? “Are you sure you are not autistic?” “Pretty sure, maybe one day they will invent a better test and diagnose me. I just appreciate how perfect our moon is. Did you know our planet is the only one in the solar system that’s moon is the same size as the sun, from our perspective anyway. It allows for one hundred percent totality during a solar eclipse. It is almost mathematically impossible yet it happens here, on a planet with sentient life that can understand its rarity. I think that is beautiful, I don’t care if it makes me sound autistic,” I say and feel the weight of Mel’s gaze upon me. She is sizing me up again, but not as a threat. She is trying to understand me as a curiosity.
November 25, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
Dial-up song goes "EEEEEEE WAHHHHH EEEEE, EWAHEWAHWEA SHHHHHHHHHHH HSSSSSSSSSSS"
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
I am once again staring at my Gateway. This electronic temptress, usually only good for revealing sexual acts I have no hope of commiting, now holds another forbidden pleasure; knowledge. The original sin. The dial-up noise is too loud for the hour of the night. The DSL people need to hurry up and free my geographic location from the restraints of using the telephone lines for all forms of communication. I hate how other people can physically hear when I am surfing the Information Super Highway. This is supposed to be a private affair. The electronic noise ceases its Internet summoning song. I am now free to lose my sanity.
November 24, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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prahajess.bsky.social
🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

Frenemies take on high school, witchcraft, and daemons–both personal and magical.

Speaking of daemons...

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #AmQuerying #witch
Normally Grandmother, as High Priestess, would receive a new witch, but because she was the one presenting Rowan, the high duty fell to the next most senior. It had to be Esme, though it was hard to tell with the veil obscuring her face. Rowan matched her grandmother’s ramrod-straight posture as they stood side by side in front of probably-Esme. She must have stood here with Mom at some point, with high hopes. No wonder she’s so fricking rigid. Well, no chance of a repeat of that failure. “Who presents this witch?” Esme’s words rang through the night. Rowan’s insides vibrated. Finally. “I do.” Grandmother’s voice could out-command everyone. “Sisters of Ilitra Lor, I present Rowan, a new candidate for initiation, under my protection, to be named in the month of the oak moon.” “Heir of Angelica, reveal your glyph.”
November 24, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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prahajess.bsky.social
*The Best Kisser in Prague*
🇨🇿

#WIP #NA #R #HS
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Mika and Dominik weren't looking for a connection.
It's Prague. The early 90s. Nothing is permanent. There are no rules.
They're each trying so hard to lose themself - can they find each other?
image: old flyer for a pub, Zelzne Dvere; text: Jasmina lifts a hand to one of the long strands of hair framing Mika’s face. “Please, do something…more fashionable with this hair.” Mika swallows her laugh. This is how Jasmina talks to everyone. It’s not clear if it’s a lost-in-translation thing–some Serbian language style that comes out as blunt and rude in English–or if Jasmina just doesn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, sure.” She doesn’t bother explaining that she doesn’t have a shower. As eager as she is to get home and check the mail, she’s going to stop by Radka’s on the way to wash her hair before Anthony comes over. Jasmina heads down to the club, no doubt to find her next victim.  Mika heads out to the tram stop. It’s rush hour, and Prague is chaotic, but it’s the beginning of the weekend, and tonight will be an adventure.
November 24, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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arachnereid.bsky.social
Each new place is an opportunity for Gemmi to get some attention.

From my #debut novel

#WIPsnips
Gemmi couldn’t help herself. She burst out into the clearing, arms out as she strutted toward the gathered people, announcing, “The entertainment has arrived!”
November 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM
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adlinktauthor.bsky.social
The last of my redid agent guides, here's info on my Young Adult Urban/Contemporary Fantasy, Of Magic and Grief. Info on my other agent guides are down below.
November 6, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #debut
Vibes:

Drisal is nervous suddenly working directly for the king and high council. He presents his debut commissioned gem to its recipient.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Lady Jannia was a fierce, dark-haired beauty with a regal carriage she shared with Lord Sarran. It intimidated him until he drew near and found a relaxed earthiness about her that let him breathe easier. With scarce an iota of regret he pressed the FIRST rälm into her palm. Overawed by its beauty, she gave a little gasp. "That was my first reaction, too, my lady," Drisal said. "What do you see?" "My eyes. Your eyes. Reflections of Iryla." She turned to her husband. Drisal handed him the second, and his reaction was similar, though wordless. Their eyes sparkled. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 24, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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rvillanova312.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
We’re going ✨vibes ✨
So here is our introduction to Eve, she meets Michael and punches him!
#WritingCommunity #Writing
November 24, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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#WIPSnips 24. "Debut"

Well, one thing is for certain: this will be an unforgettable performance!

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
When they arrived at the Grand Balcony, the open-air garden with a privileged view of Dueóng where the empress addressed the people, Mileena was bathed in sweat. She nodded to Kira, who answered with one of her unnerving winks before she took her place on the edge of the balcony, drew her fiddle, and swept the bow across the strings, sending a strident but somehow still captivating note singing across the city. “My grand debut at the palace, can you believe it?!” “Grand debut and grand finale,” Mileena muttered.
November 24, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
‘Start’ instead of ‘debut’. Not really close, but … 🤷🏻‍♂️

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
Thirteen of them. Thirteen little ogres with their own personalities but a shared obsession with shoes, for some reason. Quite fascinating, really, but not at all her area of expertise. Now, spriggans, she could understand. Well, not so much understand, as such, but they were plant-like creatures. Flirty knew where she was with plants. She turned over the page, back to the start of the entry, and read from the beginning, taking a sip of cold tea, regretting it, then taking another sip.
November 24, 2025 at 9:16 AM
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rammwriter.bsky.social
No debut, so take first.

#wipsnips #amquerying #sffwriters #writingcommunity #writersky #timetravelauthors #speclit #amwriting #authors #thrillerwriters #writerandreader #writers
#revspirations
November 24, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Had to look for a synonym for this one from TLC, but at least it was a strong one. Also looks like I’ll be using this search for most of the week to come.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Another alien, obviously, but this one looked even more alien than what I’ve seen before. Except for the face, the face is the closest thing to human as I’ve seen since getting abducted by aliens. What the hell is my life right now. The skin is purplish, and their hair is long and black, similar to my own. They have two orange eyes, a nose and a mouth, all very human in appearance. Then the rest of their body has to be considered. Their neck is slightly thicker, but the body is at least twice as thick as my own, because it has to carry all the muscle for no less than four arms, two on either side. Each arm is twice as thick as my own. They are as tall as I am, from what I can tell in my current position near the floor. They’re wearing something that looks like a cross between business formal and star trek, mostly black or dark grey, covering most of the massive body. This all ended in three legs, side by side as if a human had grown an extra leg between the two they already had.
November 24, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Vibes today! It's Mireia & Kena's ordination as the new gods, but unfortunately things aren't going great between the two of them at first... 😢

From Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“I just think it would be best for both of us to keep to ourselves from now on, and only deal with each other when it’s absolutely necessary.” She gave him a stern look. “Yaiaku?” Any semblance of lightheartedness had completely abandoned Kena at this point. He glowered straight ahead, radiating quiet anger, his mouth pressed into a hard line. “You know,” he remarked, “there’s this amazing thing they’ve invented called tact. You ought to try it sometime.” “I don’t need tact. I say things as they are.” “Even if it means telling someone to their face that you want nothing to do with them?” “Would you prefer I lied to you to make you feel better?” Kena scowled. “So you’re not even going to give me a chance? You don’t know anything about me!” “No,” she replied. “And you don’t know anything about me.” “I feel I’m beginning to,” he muttered. “Young gods.” Sister Zu’uvit gestured at them. “It’s time.” Through the doorway, they could hear Xa’aba’s speech building up to the climactic moment when the two of them would step through that door and face the Na’aqal people for the first time. Kena lifted up his hand stiffly, and she took it as limply as possible. Both of them stared straight ahead, bitter and fuming, as they walked forward together. The cheer that went up from the crowd was loud enough to be heard in all Eleven Worlds.
November 24, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 24th – debut

Fox has a plan. This means something interesting, and probably dangerous, is about to happen.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“But how? We can’t just break in. We have no idea what we’d be walking into, and I doubt they are giving guided tours,” Av’ry noted. “Ah, but that’s where you are wrong.” Fox’s eyes glimmered deviously. “What are you suggesting, Fox?” Av’ry shot her a suspicious look. “As it happens, the people who own the temple are ready to debut their renovations. Three days from now, they are hosting a very exclusive gala, invitation only, for every noble within travelling distance. They have all been called for what the invitations promise will be a historical unveiling.” “Of what?” Mikiva raised an eyebrow. “They are a bit vague on that point. You know how nobles like an exclusive, mysterious event. Draws them like moths to a flame.” “True.” Mikiva nodded, thoughtfully. “But how does that help us? We aren’t exactly nobility, nor do we have an invite.” “Wrong again. Or rather, half-correct.” Fox chuckled. “We do, of course, have an invitation. And the nobility part is easy enough to fake.” She tossed the envelope down on the table.
November 24, 2025 at 11:29 AM
jundlife.bsky.social
Dial-up song goes "EEEEEEE WAHHHHH EEEEE, EWAHEWAHWEA SHHHHHHHHHHH HSSSSSSSSSSS"
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
I am once again staring at my Gateway. This electronic temptress, usually only good for revealing sexual acts I have no hope of commiting, now holds another forbidden pleasure; knowledge. The original sin. The dial-up noise is too loud for the hour of the night. The DSL people need to hurry up and free my geographic location from the restraints of using the telephone lines for all forms of communication. I hate how other people can physically hear when I am surfing the Information Super Highway. This is supposed to be a private affair. The electronic noise ceases its Internet summoning song. I am now free to lose my sanity.
November 24, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
Chris Hessian has been plagued by Shadows since almost dying at six years old.
Now, they are increasing in frequency.
The Red Eyed God calls him to witness a great change.
The old world is dying. A new one is struggling to be born.
Now is the time of monsters.....
#WIPPIT #Horror #WIP #A
HatWIP Adult Horror 53k and counting. Beta coming winter 26. Lead yourself into temptation. Deliver yourself into evil. "I could not shake the thought, what if I had been dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight? Would I even care?"
November 23, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 23rd – global

#AnthropomorphicNovel today!

Ray meets up with Tom after… things happen.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“I wasn’t sure that you were going to show,” I said. “I wasn’t sure I was going to, either.” He refused to meet my eyes. “I don’t like any part of this, Ray. I don’t think any choice I make is going to turn out well here.” “We are, admittedly, in a bad situation, Tom. Sometimes there are no good choices. Just less bad.” “Comforting.” “Why did you come, then?” “I am worried about you, Ray.” He fidgeted, fussing with the edges of his coaster. “I think, maybe this time, you are in over your head.” “Really? You think that this decades-long global conspiracy is a bit beyond me?” I laughed. “It isn’t a joke.” “Doesn’t really matter, does it? Somebody has to do something.” “Does it have to be you?” “I don’t see anyone else volunteering. Besides, it isn’t just me.” “I… If you keep on like this, you are going to get yourself killed.” “Maybe. It’s my risk to take, Tom.”
November 23, 2025 at 9:49 AM
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rammwriter.bsky.social
#WIPPIT #A #Con #PN #M #T #FBW
rammwriter.bsky.social Gert Ramm 🦋 @rammwriter.bsky.social · 2d
STRIKE X PAGANS

When a celebrity author builds a Stonehenge replica as a publicity stunt, it activates powerful ley lines, unleashing pagan chaos in uptight, middle-class English towns.

#WIPPIT #A #Con #PN #M #T #FBW
November 23, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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prahajess.bsky.social
🌙 PREVIOUS MOONS 🌙

A young druid is determined to prove his missing father is alive. To save him, he must travel to a dying world—one his powerful mentor will stop at nothing to control.

#WIPPIT #YA #F
Images: woman blowing red smoke, dark trees against white sky, young man, red potion, ruin on a beach: Previous Moons - YA portal fantasy
November 23, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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prahajess.bsky.social
*The Best Kisser in Prague*
🇨🇿
90s vibes
Slow burn
Historical context
Autofiction

#NA #UP
#Wippit

Mika and Dominik aren't looking for a connection.
It's Prague. The early 90s. Nothing is permanent. There are no rules.
They're each trying so hard to lose themself - can they find each other?
Images: casettes, silhouette of Charles Bridge, young man and young woman; Text: The Best Kisser in Prague
November 23, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Don't have "global," so I went with "universal"
Snow and wind continued pounding the small post beside Lake Just’s gate. Inside, Privates Trent, Gibbons and Marley stood huddled by the small stove, struggling to keep warm and waiting for their shift to end. The coffee helped, but there was only so much of the slop one could drink in a single sitting. Marley kept to himself, but to pass the time, Gibbons and Trent discussed important matters: “That broad that showed up tonight had some body on her, eh?” “I don’t know,” Trent replied. “I guess. I didn’t really notice.” “Trust me, fella. I patted her down.” He shook his head and whistled. “Like a statue.” “If you say so. Kinda grim looking, if you ask me.” “Nah, see, I like that. I like the gloomy ones.” He grinned and nodded, as if speaking some universal truth, but Trent shrugged and sipped from his coffee. “I’ll tell you one thing: that was some beast she had with her. Lady must be hard to ride around on that thing.” “I think when our shift ends, I might go find her. See if she wants to warm up in my bunk, if you follow.” “You’re a jackass, Gibbons.”
November 23, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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prahajess.bsky.social
🌙 Previous Moons 🌙
#WIPPIT #YA #F

A young druid is determined to prove his missing father is alive. To save him, he must travel to a dying world - one his powerful mentor will stop at nothing to control.
Images: young man looking out a window, silhouette of a woman walking away, portal, old castle
November 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM