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Khaled
@kaloverbrook.bsky.social
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Djiboutian/Canadian MD in the Horn of Africa.
I work with DGMQ, CDC and IOM in migration and refugee health.
I just started writing recently and ended up finding this site after searching for online writing circles.
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#WipSnips

Ch 19 - unnamed sequel WIP

The listening station proves useful to our protagonists

Word : Local
“We’re talking about the same Barus here right? The one that killed dozens of your guys?” “Yeah...that one. That whole scuffle with Dante and the boss? It was cause of Barus and his people, he said it himself, we didn’t even have to work that rat too hard.” “Huh, spare me the details.” “Whatever, we got a line on a number, but it’s been dead since yesterday. After we clean up on those tattooed freaks, the number one job’s to find him and his crew. I tell ya he’s got a fucking crack team the way he’s moving.” The sound of pages rustled in the recording, “You said a crack team, ever heard of Jackal?” The men sat up, Green opened a case of tobacco and began rolling a few. “Jackal? What’s that?” “Local mercenary company. Homicide found one of Nick’s guys with a rifle round that didn’t match the rest. A single shot through the window, right in the eye. Turns out this brand new company leased office space in the tower right across from the vault and on the exact same floor. It’s registered under the name of Marcel Avandes.” “Sounds like an out-of-towner.”
November 10, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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Word of the day is movement

Barus is in his feelings.

Ch. 20 - unnamed sequel WIP
Barus sat on the snowy rooftop, a rifle lay across his lap, a roll of tobacco nestled in his fingers. The skyline was grey, plumes of smoke from fires tapered into the air. Heavy machine guns sounded off in the distance. Cold tears fell on his hand, these deaths are on us, he thought. His breaths quivering, chilly winds, untouched as they traveled for thousands of miles found their way through his coat. The blood of his wounds thickened beneath sterile padding. His neck cracked with two slow movements. With a mournful drag, his eyes shut as he thought of Sophia. Mant was a dream at this point, so was peace. All of those nights in the hospital, forceps and scalpel in hand felt like nothing. The faces of those he saved were growing evermore distant. Every shot and rumble he heard forced an ache in his chest, a weight in his arms and a flash of pain through his eyes.
November 7, 2025 at 9:15 AM
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I'll second that.

Judge me based on my 4 favorite films :)
November 6, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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Does ultimate count?
WIP : The Blood of Berenices Ch. 17

#WIPSnips
Through the smoke, Barus watched his brother’s arms tense up, “This…professor in Mant, once told me we can only find witnesses against the devil in hell.” Green scoffed silently, staring at his mug, the bandage weighed down and bloody. Barus observed Green’s exhausted frame, “Before we begin, how’s the eye?” “Whatever you gave me worked, I can see light…but nothing’s clear. I keep catchin’ bullets like this I might as well be a war lord,” Green said with a crooked smile. Barus tried to mirror the levity but ultimately failed. “I wish things were different,” Barus said, pulling a chip from his pocket, “I found this when we got in last night, hanging on the door, it’s a third of the money they promised. I don’t get these people.” Green picked up the folder and sniffled mucus and blood, “They can reach us and want us to know it. Where’s the journal you took?”
November 6, 2025 at 9:58 AM
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WIP : The Blood of Berenices - Ch. 4

Word of the day : Trail
At the steps, he pulled a roll and a lighter. The trail of smoke floated above his bloody hand, a ring of tooth-shaped wounds bled into his sleeve, his neck pulsed hard as the smoke raised his blood pressure and lightened his head. Pushing the entrance door, he stopped before a dark mass, the silk-like edges of a black cloak covered pointed boots, his blood froze when he raised his gaze. The most feared weapon in all of the known world was staring right at him. Standing at nine feet, the faceless bishop defied nature. Nothing went through Barus’s exhausted mind when he stared into glass eyes, the masked soldier leaned in, peering into his being. His eyes blurred the more he looked at the black crypts, the rigid steel mask was without expression, nor a voice. All he heard were rapid breaths, despite it being completely still, causing him to tremble. The slender giant floated aside, it’s gaze unbroken, silently granting him leave.
November 5, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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Journeyman greenthumb
November 5, 2025 at 5:27 AM
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Blast some Busta Rhymes' - Where's my money before walking in! Sorry don't it'll probably add to the anxiety. I hope it turns out well.
November 4, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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Reading the WIP's in #Writesky back to back feels like sitting through Waking Life ( 2001 ).
Chimpanzee teaching a classroom - Waking Life
November 4, 2025 at 9:52 AM
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#WIPSnips

Nov 4 : Steel..
Blue street lights floated over his dashboard, the waves of shadows quickened. He didn’t eye the speed gauge, ascending the highway, the skyline grew on the horizon. Black steel towers lifted, as frozen arms pointed at the stars. The dead returned to him, the weight of bullets, the feeling of crushing bones and making men scream before they die. The wheel hummed in his hands, all it would take is a swift turn and it could end, he thought. I won’t have to miss her anymore. That night with Margaret resurfaced, scowling at the thought of never seeing her again, he kicked the pedal down and opened the windows. Violent wind rushed in, a steady hiss blowing against his naked ears. The hairs of his beard whipped with each gust, he screamed. The children had nothing to do with anything, not now, not a hundred years ago. He shouted, voice cracked. I was going to take my only child right into their hands. “How? How?!” he roared, pounding the dashboard.
November 4, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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#Writesky
WIP : The Blood of Berenices
November 3, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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It's definitely a ride! I made a blurb for the first time after you asked since I didn't know how to make it shorter :P . I named it the Blood of Berenices, a fictional story that veers heavily on grief, trauma, friendship, love and questions of existentialism. How's it been for you so far?
November 1, 2025 at 6:56 PM
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Beep Agrees!
Beep from the RTS/RPG Pc game Kenshi -
October 31, 2025 at 1:09 PM
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#PlotTober
October 30, 2025 at 6:52 AM
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October 27, 2025 at 12:05 PM