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Ella Frænka @ellafraenka.bsky.social · 3h

Two of our
Feline friends
Have been turned
Into #ash.

I have yet
To decide
On a final
Resting place.

Until then
They're still here,
Even if only in
My heart.

#vss365

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DiMono @dimono.ca · 3h

"Yeah, man, dance!" yelled the hobo from up the alley, tapping the #ash off a cigarette. Jeff couldn't help but crack a grin.

The bouncer's face went beet red as he stormed towards Jeff. Before he got more than halfway, Jeff had his laser pistol trained between his eyes. #vss365

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Author James C Struck @curioussnowflake.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips for 10/8: no dungeon, prison, or jail in the manuscript, so you get asylum instead.

Tim’s father is an institutionalized paranoid schizophrenic, here you get his description of the hospital.

#WriteSky #YAFantasy #QueerWriters

Forestview. Tim always thought that was a stupid name for the hospital (asylum, his mind piped up) where his father stayed. There was no forest to view, only a few well-kept copses of shade trees on the grounds and nothing beyond them but corn and soybean fields to the horizon, dotted here and there with a barn or silo, like islands. Not that you could see those either, wall and all in the way. No one wants to see in, Tim thought, and those inside shouldn’t see out.

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The Dicepool Tavern @thedicepooltavern.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips 9/10: Battery

'Nodding slightly out of habit rather than having any effect on the conversation, Ryder hung up to try preserve some of his phone battery, jacket still drawn so tightly it impinged his movement.' - #WitchChild

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 3d

Here are the #WIPSnips words for October 6th through October 12th.

They're not quite as fun as last week. 😂

Sorry for the super late post.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The WIPSnips words for October 6th through October 12th.

October 6 - miss; October 7 - safe; October 8 - dungeon; October 9 - battery; October 10 - prize; October 11 - welcome; October 12 - hope

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Doc Savage @docsavage88.bsky.social · 4h

#vss365 It took 15 years before Misty pulled me off the #ash heap of despair after the passing of my late wife. I am a thin-skinned, moody mathematician, but the core of my soul is dedication and loyalty. I'm also really good at worrying.

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Punk Rock Kilgore Trout @pkrt.bsky.social · 5h

Welcome back to the Annual Pan-galatic Punk Picnic everyone! Today, we have... what's wrong, Bob? Bob!
Ko'l, I can't...
Ko'l chokes, gasps.
...breathe! This potato salad tastes like dust! Like, like...
Ah, yes. That's from Vesuvius LXXIX. Unfortunately, all their food tastes like ash.

#vss365

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Allyson Joule @allysonjoule.bsky.social · 5h

The air tastes
like memory;
thin, bitter,
and full of you.
Every heartbeat
drags through smoke,
and the silence
settles like dust
on what we
once were...
ashes I still
try to breathe.

#vss365 #poetry #ashes

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Vicky (she/her) @staytruecreate.bsky.social · 5h

She has moved through fires,
Scorching layers.
Letting go of the #ash
So the glow beneath
Can light the way for others.

#ash #vss365 #poem #poetry

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Rook @rookily.bsky.social · 4h

I'm back with a #WIPSnips

Text that reads:

“Yeah, he’s got that spell. I found his tower.”
“Tower?”
Hallvar spent the next twenty minutes saying things and backtracking to explain them to Stella. What wizards were. How they were different from mages. Why they needed towers.
They accidentally mentioned Dungeons and Dragons and then had to – badly – explain the concept of tabletop board games when—
Stella was snoring gently on Hallvar’s chest. Fates, she was sweet and wonderful and perfect.
And Hallvar didn’t blame her at all for passing out.

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A.C. Wolfe @whitewolfe32.bsky.social · 4h

Today’s #WIPsnips word is #dungeon. I went with #prison. The resident school mean girl (who is also transphobic) accuses Cainen of a crime he may or may not have committed. Weird unexplainable things are happening.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #transmasc #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #deadname

"I don't know what you're doing,
Clementine, but I know it's your fault. Next time, instead of attacking my friends, just come for me yourself. You wanna be a real man? Fine. Then fight me like one."
"That's not my name."
Eva laughs.
"I don't care. They'll still put you in a
women's prison."
"They'll put you in the women's psych ward
long before I go to prison. You're delusional.

The last quotation mark is omitted because I cut off the end of the dialogue (too spoilery)

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Anne Welborn @wildagreenbough.bsky.social · 5h

I'm claiming 'Cell' in place of 'Dungeon'. From my WIP 'The Shallow Grave', Chapt 3 'Prisoner'. #WIPSnips

Swinging out both of her slender arms Jackie’s fingers described an arc from one corner of the wall to the other. “Ah got ta step in close once in a while fer look’n out fer ye. Since ye tol mah boss Ah got nothin’ ta fear Ah’m askin' ye straight if ye’re tellin' th' truth.”
Having got that out Jackie’s nerve gave up on her and she looked away, her hands visibly shaking as she snatched them back holding them close to her body.
“Ah’m shit scared of ye, only Ah’m goin’ ta stand here ‘til Ah get yer answer.”

“Jackie, I wasn’t lying when I said that to Arthur.”
Bent over, shoulders slumped with her arms clutched tight around her body Jackie raised her head and looked directly at her.
“Boss said ta tell ye he’s got cells wurse than this un.”

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Laura Ruth Loomis @lauraruthless.bsky.social · 5h

“Picture someplace pleasant, like a really cold, barren spot on Pluto, with nothing growing but mold… Breathe out the stress, breathe in peace…”

“How about we picture a dark nasty dungeon, filled with Cygnoids that we can smack until their feathers fall off?”

-The Star-Crossed Pelican
#WIPSnips

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 19h

The #WIPSnips word for October 8th is "dungeon"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 8 - dungeon
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 4h

You’re welcome.☺️

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T. M. Shannon 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ (he/him) @tmshannonauthor.com · 6h

We walked through #ash up to our knees, the smoky, brimstone reek of it in our nostrils

Epenus was somewhere under us, it's glory lost to the mountain, the peak altered by its vicious tumult, and still it shouldered, the ground shaking here and there

#vss365
#WritingCommunity
#ReaderSky
#BookSky

TheDevilsTuna @thedevilstuna.bsky.social · 17h

Morning my pen & pencil wielding friends its time to enter week 2, it's day 8 of our musical mystery tour.

Today's word is inspired by a sci-fi infused indie classic Girl From Mars, our #vss365 #prompt for 08/10/25 is #ash. Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

What's your favourite sci-fi movie or programme?

a woman talking to a man with the words " you 're from mars " on the bottom

ALT: a woman talking to a man with the words " you 're from mars " on the bottom

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space boy @soace-boy.bsky.social · 6h

The fog, this
grey philosopher, arrives
and steals the world
I thought I knew by name.

Each tree, each stone,
all certainties, it deprives,
dissolving solid things
to ash and claim.

Epistemology
so cruel is this,
where light itself
becomes the soul’s abyss?

#poetry #vss365

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corymatthew13.bsky.social @corymatthew13.bsky.social · 6h

Stirred to life
From ashes
Of a former self

Conflageration
Giving rise
To rebirth

Walking in
The ruins
Of a stranger

Called by a name
As of yet
Unrecognizable

Admiring the totality of
The wreckage...

#poetry
#vss365
#ash
#vss

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Peter James Martin @authorpjm.bsky.social · 6h

"Riz, where's my phone?" I asked.
"It's dat pile of #ash ova dere," Riz stated.
"What."
"I 'ad ta purify it, dere wasn't ne ova choice."
"What do you mean? What happened!"
"I accidentally downloaded Crazy Frog onto it..."
"Ohh..."
"Really was da only option."
#vss365 #riztherogue

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Rick Milone @rwm1955.bsky.social · 6h

He was sequestered amongst a copse of ash trees. The new moon provided no light. He rubbed the feathered end of the poisoned blow dart across his cheek. A man walking his tiny dog sauntered casually by his hiding place. He loaded the blow gun & blew with force. #vsshorror #vss365

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Thomas Michael @bell-chimes-in.bsky.social · 6h

The energy cascaded off them: it lit up the unnatural twilight of Koan’s eclipse. The plants around them reduced to #ash.
Still the mortal stood against her.
All was kaleidoscopic light and sound; it wasn’t until her own breath gave out that Amer realized she had been screaming in her rage.
#vss365

TheDevilsTuna @thedevilstuna.bsky.social · 17h

Morning my pen & pencil wielding friends its time to enter week 2, it's day 8 of our musical mystery tour.

Today's word is inspired by a sci-fi infused indie classic Girl From Mars, our #vss365 #prompt for 08/10/25 is #ash. Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

What's your favourite sci-fi movie or programme?

a woman talking to a man with the words " you 're from mars " on the bottom

ALT: a woman talking to a man with the words " you 're from mars " on the bottom

media.tenor.com

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Showshannahs Space @showshannahs.bsky.social · 6h

From the #ash of pain
Rises a phoenix made up
Of resilience

#vss365 #haiku

a phoenix is flying through the air with its wings outstretched .

ALT: a phoenix is flying through the air with its wings outstretched .

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Ali @alibutterfly.bsky.social · 6h

#vss365 #poem

Woe, grey-eyed viper,
Hypocrite in sackcloth,
Veiled in piety,
Laden with deceit-
You smile with joy,
#Ash on brow,
Cup of life to lip,
Pure song of sobriety-
Yet the roaring lion prowls,
Devouring you in lust.
And godly men,
Duped by your duplicity,
Find peril, danger,
In the night

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Peter James Martin @authorpjm.bsky.social · 6h

I stand as #ash falls
A darkened sun crying out
Our deeds bury us
#haiku #vss365

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space boy @soace-boy.bsky.social · 7h

The dawn
adorns herself
in ashen light,
a halo
spun from ice
and tender fire.
What sacred
geometry makes
morning bright?

#poetry #vss365

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Ben Cass @bencass.bsky.social · 5h

#wipsnips
“Mom, Mr. Velossy is terrifying! They call him The Velociraptor for a reason!”

Mom laughed. “He’s a very nice man, Pep.”

“I doubt it,” I muttered. “Did you know there’s a sign on his classroom door that says ‘Welcome to the Dungeon’?”

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 5h

Dungeon, tomb, same difference, right?

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Suddenly, the wall moves, revealing a narrow passage behind it. The scent intensifies, but I get distracted by the pull at my chest. Insistent.
On the corridor’s walls, tarnished iron hands hold up torches. When I step in, they light up as if by magic, following me as I walk deeper into the passage. The walls are dripping with condensation, the path below me slippery and glistening. I struggle not to slip, holding onto the moist walls to steady myself. They feel strangely warm to the touch, but I don’t linger, my curiosity propelling me forward. The further I go, the tighter I feel.
The path ends abruptly, a sea of darkness in its way. Suddenly, one by one, the torches light themselves along a cave wall. The chamber that opens before me is so large that the firelight barely reaches its center. But something is there, quietly glinting in the gloom.
The pull comes from there. I can feel it distinctly. It tugs a bit, as if it were trying to say hello. I don’t resist. I only follow.
A wooden throne stands in the center. Its design is simple, but it looks impossibly old.
And on it sits a statue.
It is—I don’t even know where to start—let’s just say different. Looking at it, I’m both entranced and appalled.

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