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Steve Mugsy
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Hi! I'm Steve, the self-dubbed Dragon Writer. Sadly, I’m not a dragon rider, but you already knew that if you’re reading this, not listening to it.

I'm a homebrew game master and writer of both software and fantasy fiction. More of the latter here.
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A cheeky twist on today’s word of the day “storm.” It happens to be the last name of two sibling protagonists.

Taken from my fantasy novel WIP Brotherhood of the Lost. #WIPSnips
“Those b*******!” Po pounded his fist on his knee. “Did you find them yet? Get vengeance?” “Not yet.” Anzan appreciated Po's fiery intensity, despite it being a rather juvenile display. “I stuck around the temple long enough to bury my brethren – a week or so – and left shortly afterwards. As the sole survivor, I couldn’t bear to stay any longer.” Anzan leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, and pointed a finger at the Storm brothers. “I was only travelling for a week before I met you two.”
January 27, 2026 at 1:56 PM
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I may be no baker or barrister, but this homemade venti salted caramel economic blackout latte and box-mix muffin have the sweet taste of crushing the patriarchy.

It's too cold to go out anyways. Unless to protest, of course.
January 23, 2026 at 1:03 PM
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Using two recent words of the day (Webster's) as an example, take “notorious” and “vendetta” and relate them to your current work. What does it inspire you to create?
January 17, 2026 at 4:14 PM
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After a gruelling battle, homebody Kiraman is starting to regret his decisions. Word of the day "home"

Taken from my fantasy novel WIP Brotherhood of the Lost. #WIPSnips
Kiraman wrested his bracers off and tossed them on the ground next to his helmet with a clatter. He rubbed his wrists to dry the film of sweat that had formed underneath the armor. When at last he had tediously removed his chest plate, what was left was his sweat-stained white shirt and armored leggings. He relaxed his whole body at once and crashed to the ground, then gently laid his head on the metal chest piece. Kiraman stared up at the bright blue midday sky and watched clouds go by. He could see mountain peaks poking out between the rooftops in his peripheral vision. Something about the view reminded him of his hometown, Ortvist, and he wanted to freeze in this moment. It was the first time since he left home a week prior that he had thought of Ortvist, and it was his first time feeling homesick. He had never been more than a few miles from his house before. Now, an entire mountain range separated him and everything he had ever known. His mind wandered with thoughts of what his family, friends, and mentor might be doing on their side of the mountains at this very moment.
January 4, 2026 at 5:13 PM