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Indie author. Creator of GRAYLANDS. Published three books so far. Deal mostly in fantasy and horror fiction. Trying to make a career out of this nonsense. Surviving. https://m-walshwrites.com www.books2read.com/m-walshwrites https://m-walshwrites.itch.io

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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · Jun 5

~~GRAYLANDS~~
⚔️fantasy adventure
✖️multi-POV
🥃failed chosen one
🏴‍☠️bungling outlaw
👿reluctant demon
🔪serial killer
🌲frontier setting
☄️prophecy gone wrong
💔dealing with trauma
🙏clinging to humanity
🩸destiny sucks

LINKS: www.books2read.com/m-walshwrites
ITCH: m-walshwrites.itch.io

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Banner showing the covers for the two GRAYLANDS novels, "The Ghost Princess" and "The Jinxed Pirate" under the text, "Graylands is where people go when they don't want to be found..."

The cover for "The Ghost Princess" depicts a dark tower sits at the edge of a cliff against gray seas and a stormy sky with a red horizon.
The cover for "The Jinxed Pirate" depicts a black-bladed sword covered in blood and stuck in the ground. Around the sword, a medieval city is on fire.
Art by Anthony Jensen

www.books2read.com/m-walshwrites
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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 5h

#FilmSky 📽️💀👻
As silly and doomed to fail the planned "Dark Universe" was, we did at least get this cool little teaser/tribute video for the original classics.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCm2...

Dark Universe - Monsters Legacy [HD]

YouTube video by Universal Pictures

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M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 18h

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Krutch and Celeste were brought to a dungeon in the lower level of the palace. But unlike others that he’d encountered, SPOILER’s prison was cleaner and better kept. He saw no sign of rats or vermin, and though he couldn’t smell with his stuffed nose, he suspected there was no stench to be found.
The walls were painted a light shade of taupe, and the floors were polished and spotless. The cells were tidy, containing a cot complete with fresh sheets, and each even had a toilet. There were no bars, but rather thick panes of glass that slid across the floor like big windows.
As they were locked in their respective cells, he wondered if SPOILER cared about his prisoners’ comfort, or if he just preferred every chamber of his palace kept in pristine condition. Probably the latter.

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Racthoh @racthoh.bsky.social · 12h

#WIPSnips Dungeon. I was in a mental dungeon for 17 hours yesterday working through a work issue. Anyway.

Ethgar the Paladin recounts some of his experiences in the enemy stronghold.

Text in the alt.

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“There is a dungeon deep underneath the castle’s deepest fortifications. I saw, well, everyone. There were dwarves, humans, all manner of canine, feline, those of both Kyi and Aru-til Phandra, all shackled and in the process of dying or outright dead. I may have seen an elf as well, dead, my heart wept for them especially. I realized then we were all enemies of the Krale. Human Paladins against human soldiers of Krale, Damion against Tyrinal. I was hesitant at first to welcome him as an ally, but after being shackled in the same cell for a few days we began to share our stories,” Ethgar explained.

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Sage like the Pumpkin Spice @sagecollins.bsky.social · 21h

Was surprised I had as many of this word as I did.

Context: Jasmine is Jesse’s sister & working for BigBad (Jesse knew she was a villain, but thought she was going to join the non-aligned superhero team with him).

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky
From Master/Puppet 🦸🏼‍♀️⛓️

"Okay, we do this the old-fashioned way," I say,
and Jasmine's already rushing me before I hit "way." Even with all the training with Jesse, I'm nervous in the face of a speeding super who actually wants to hurt me.

I don't even see her fist coming at my face until it
hits the forcefield between us. So...not really ready. On the other hand, yay, forcefield!

She reels back from the field, and both of us look over to see Jesse at the end of the hall, with Artie on his back. Artie holds on with one hand and has the other up.

"Jesse!" she says, her mouth gaping.

"Is there a dungeon where we can put these two? They're [redacted]’s. I'm sorry," I add to Jesse, who looks heartbroken. All I'm going to do today is break his heart.

"We don't have a 'dungeon."

"Well, we have to lock them up somewhere, or Artie's going to have a really boring day of holding them."

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Finn McLellan @saranadosfiction.com · 1d

#WIPSnips | dungeon

Something a wee bit different today - back almost twenty years ago, and the build-up to the Revolution (which, in a lot of ways, sets the scene for a whole lot of what happens in Argentum)

( saranadosfiction.com/2023/09/07/p... )

Then, in the midst of it all, the rumours start. Crops failing. Catches drying up, as the fish make for cooler waters further north. Rationing. Famine. The normal stockpiles against such disasters ran dry years ago, goods sold abroad for coin which never seemed to make it out of the hands of the Usurper (whisper that name, for folks have been dragged away to the dungeons beneath the palace for speaking it openly) and into places it might benefit the rest of the city’s inhabitants, and there’re stories already spreading that the man who holds the power behind the puppet queen’s throne would be all too happy to see the ungrateful populace starve a little as a reminder of their place and station.

The whispers don’t go unnoticed, of course. Posters go up on every street corner, decrying those who spread lies and slander as enemies of the state, and requesting that all loyal citizens report any such claims to their nearest Watch officer (the majority of troopers on the street, overworked and underpaid, do their best not to hear the few who obey this instruction, but there’s only so much they can do without risking their own necks, and yet more people join those already sweltering in the cells).

And then, as summer turns and the harvest begins, the rumours become all-too-solid fact.

Prices rise. Stores run dry. The city, baking in the blistering sun, slowly begins to shimmer with the growing heat-haze of rebellion.

And, out on the windswept sun-drenched plains of Efir, a band of mercenaries saddles up for the long ride north.

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Jordan Michelle @jrdn-michelle.bsky.social · 1d

#wipsnips *dungeon* (prison) tw there's a single nsfw sentence. charlie and angelique have a pretty aggressive approach to foreplay (sexy but not sexual). the girls are fightiiing #lesfic #sapphic #queerwriters

"You know what, I can fight my own battles, Charlotte," I snapped. I nearly let out a moan when she snaked her hands into my hair and pulled it firmly at the root.

"No, you can't."

"Excuse me?" I asked, feeling red start to blind my vision, especially when she tugged my head back to look up at her. But I couldn't pull away. I was mesmerized by the look in her eyes, like she was fucking me without fucking me yet. I knew that’s where we were going. Not later, but now.

Her voice was soft and challenging when she spoke. "You don't do anything to defend yourself. You are a pacifist hypocrite."

"Says the woman who won't use her own abilities," I retorted. She chuckled. It was maddening.

"I don't need anything but my charmer abilities." She let go of my hair and pushed me back slightly, just enough to piss me off even further. I shoved her backwards and she caught herself on the edge of the bed.

"Because those are so powerful. You said yourself, charmers are a dime a dozen. And you're not even a good one. You can't locate. You can't--" She approached me with a few quick steps, putting two fingers on my lips to shut me up.

"Watch it," she warned, eyes flashing. Her voice was tense, her body close to mine where we stood in a small, simple room that I assumed she had manifested in place of a prison cell.

Bringing my hands to my hips, I stared at her with irritation pulsing through me. "Or?"

"Or I'm going to keep you on that edge until you cry," she threatened.

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨Drafting New Project✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 1d

G'morning #WIPSnips! Back on track with TLC, but gotta admit, this part of this chapter is a bit rough, gonna need some work done to it when editing rolls around.
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“Well then, I guess we need to upgrade Jennifer here from evidence to witness in our records. This will complicate things,” the Detective says as he removes his wing from his face and starts typing at a holographic screen in front of him.
“Why?’ I ask.
“Well, with evidence you can be kept close by to provide assistance with the investigation, but now that you’re a witness we cannot hold you in that capacity.”
I blink for a few seconds before responding. “So you’re saying that if I hadn’t been stabbed with these nanite thingies, you’d shove me in a dungeon until you needed me for this ‘investigation’ of yours?”
The Detective freezes for a second before responding. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but yes. Broadly.”

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 1d

As luck would have it, I actually did write this yesterday purely coinkidinkally. Tomorrows … well, shoehorning may be required …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips

This house, that sat at the very outskirts of the city, surrounded by plush, well-tended gardens currently hosting a party filled with the cream of certain members of the population whose business dealings were, to say the least, controversial, walked a very fine line between opulence and vulgarity, elegance and gaudy, like a tightrope walker five hundred feet above a gorge praying to every god he can name that his confidence in his abilities hadn’t outstripped his actual skill. A lot of gold decorated the furnishings, but not quite enough to cause raised, disparaging eyebrows. Statuary and portraits lined the walls, but not quite enough to seem cluttered and overwrought.

Salvarino Manacuso had never visited this house before and would likely never visit again. At least, not as a treasured guest and probably not without several burly men in ill-fitting, extremely tight but miraculously tailored clothing escorting him by the elbows and kindly not letting his feet touch the ground until he had reached the dungeons below that, as far as anyone could prove, did not exist. Nervous, as he well should be, he smiled at the man sat at the desk so large, shipyards were envious of the amount of wood used to create it. The desk had to be large, it competed with the girth of the man who held court behind it.

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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 1d

"Alas, we'll both have to settle for your terms previously discussed, unless you'd prefer to move this back into my dungeon."
"Oh, don't threaten me with a good time." Robyn downed her glass and gestured for more.
- A Dance of Bow & Blade

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 1d

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

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#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!
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K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 23h

Deliver us from evil and all that jazz.
From "HatWIP"
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I lock myself in my room, my refuge and my prison. I can hear my mom softly crying and Father Rowen trying to comfort her. He told her I would ‘come around’ and that I ‘needed time’. Whatever, let him use his words. Words are a priest's greatest and only weapon. Still, I could not shake the thought, what if I had been dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight? Would I even care?

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Prof Emily but Spoopier Now @professoremily.bsky.social · 22h

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I got yer dungeon vibes right here!

From Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.

The prisoner was being held in a dark cell on the second floor of the king’s prison, a dank, depressing maze built deep into the mountain, hidden among the palace’s sprawling complex. She was relatively young—eighteen, perhaps twenty at most. Her hair was oily and tangled, her skin bruised and filthy. She sat cross-legged on the ground with shackles on her arms and legs, and Mireia noticed with a shock that she had six fingers on each hand. When they entered her cell, she looked up, and her face brightened with an unnerving smile. Although Mireia’s memory of [Mr Redacted] was fuzzy, she could tell the woman’s features bore a strong resemblance to his. And there was something odd about her eyes, too: an eerie lack of focus, as if she was seeing something beyond what was directly in front of her.
“The Sea Mother has deigned to come and visit you, traitor,” said the High Priestess. “Show her the proper respect and bow.”
“I only bow to the true Sea Mother. And she is not here.”
“I don’t suppose you’d care to tell us where Jasana is?” Xa’aba asked.
The prisoner grinned. “Why don’t you ask the little impostor? I believe she spoke to her very recently. Didn’t you, seda?”

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Cassandra Hase = {Aspiring Author} @cassandrahase.bsky.social · 21h

Lady Maribelle ascended the Guest Bedroom stairs, previously the Dungeons. She and Dottie had already stripped the Bulwark Coveralls off and been doused in vinegar. It seemed the whole castle smelled of pickles.
“It seems to work…” Dottie sounded reluctant to admit it.

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 1d

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

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Ray Ingles @ringles.bsky.social · 21h

#WIPSnips 8: dungeon

Will a jail do?

#ScienceFiction #SciFi

I looked around cautiously. I had no idea what to expect. I’d never even been arrested before, let alone stuck in a holding tank with a bunch of other prisoners. All I had to go on were movies and TV shows–from another universe.
Five other guys besides the ‘streetwalker.’ More sedate clothing, though still more elaborate than my instincts expected. One standing alone, two pairs sitting on benches. I quickly decided that I should project an air of confidence. Since hanging uncertainly by the door didn’t help with that, I stepped away from the (probable) sex worker and grabbed a spot on a bench across from one of the pairs.

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Pamela Cochran @pamelaelaela.bsky.social · 21h

Danbi and her two best friends, Chloe and Mundy, take in their travel destination.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
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“If we’re interested?” Mundy turns. “Meaning, we can go back if we’re not?”

“Of course!” Cassia looks slightly offended. “My word, this realm is not a prison. Should you wish to reject Mitera’s call, you will be safely returned to the OR, with no memory of what transpired. Should you wish to stay, you will still be able to return home at the appropriate time. I will explain in detail later.”

There’s so much more to ask, but Cassia begins power-walking across the field. We follow, questions spilling out of us in an incomprehensible jumble, but as we crest the hill, the panorama mutes us.

Snow-capped mountains glisten in the distance. A forest of black spruces, accented with the silvery, lithe bodies of birch and aspen, unfolds to our right. Fireweed dots the landscape with little shocks of purple. The air is crisp and clean, wafting with the pleasant aroma of blueberries, mint, and evergreen.

“This place is uh-mazing.” Chloe spreads her arms out and takes a deep breath. “Thank you, Mitera!”

“You’re already assimilating?” Mundy rolls his shoulders. “I’m still not convinced this is real.”

“Didn’t you hear Cassia? We’re ourosi, called by Mitera to wield magic in what is clearly Earth’s better half. You’re the one who’s always telling me about the cat in the box with the poison and the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, so why are you having such a hard time grasping this?”

“You remember Schrödinger’s cat?” Mundy’s brow lifts. “Didn’t think you were listening.”

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Amanda Turek👻Headless Horsewoman @acturek.bsky.social · 21h

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #dungeon

Awaiting the opportune moment to see a certain Sheltri prisoner for themselves.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers linked by a misunderstood power.

The jailer padded up behind them, panting. "I tell ye, ye've made a mistake. The dead one may be a spy; I wouldn't know. But this I do know: [Brother Redacted] himself is in the dungeon. If ye'd heard the music, ye'd know."
They stopped. Ransom's brow creased. "Don't
be ridiculous." He glanced at Rochat. The strident bawling of Cirdaathan bagpipes interrupted them.

"The song of warning," Ransom said. "The Sheltri have come after all. Mark me, the city will shake again, and this time, the gates will open."

Rochat grimaced. "The king will drive the
Rhursans off today, and the cursed Elves. Nothing will break this city. I'm for the ramparts, and let the prisoners rot." Rochat spun and made for the stairs, Rey following, as men called and scrambled to arms.

Farrowlin glanced in the direction Rochat had
gone, then shrugged at Ransom. "He's gone, my lord. We'll never have a better chance."

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 20h

October 8th – dungeon

On choices.

Fox is having a rough morning.

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Fox opened her eyes on a small cot, somewhere cool and damp. Stone floor, stone walls, barred window. She sighed internally. Nothing quite like waking up half-dead in a prison cell to start your day off right.
How many times could you wake up in a dungeon without having to rethink your life choices? She decided that the number probably hovered around one, which boded poorly for her. Better not to think too hard about it.
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.”

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Mr👻OoOooOoo👻mega @mr0mega.bsky.social · 20h

#WIPSnips #Fantasy
I had one use. Very late in the story, the crew has hit a dead end and is wondering what to do now. Doesn’t help that they’re on the clock.

“I don’t know…” I muttered. “Three possibilities. Worst case is the real path was blocked off by a cave-in. But nothing on this path suggested another route. Nothing visible, anyway.”

“So there might be a hidden passage?” Ginra chimed in. “That’s what I thought. Can’t find anything yet, though.”

“Yeah. Possibilities two and three are it’s either here, or we missed it and need to go back and look for something.”

“That could take too long.” Maxi groaned. “Any hints we can work with, acquisitions expert?”

“All the traps that were triggered were near the walls. Close to the lights. What would Locuti want to accomplish with that…?” I said, tapping my finger to my head. Suddenly I realized I knew how to get a better insight into this dungeon designer’s head. “Maxi! Did you bring the journal?”

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 20h

#WIPSnips 8. "Dungeon"

A plan is forming.

(Yes, all the [one or two] times I said the Dragon Gods of Outworld are extinct... well, they aren't. Not yet. And this has implications for the one who claimed to have killed the last one...)

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Contemplating the possibility speared her mind with hate. A god brought down from its throne, worms gnawing at its divinity. Yet… it also struck her with a pang of clarity: she followed Datusha’s train of thought and realised where it was going.

I can free the corrupted god with your blade.

“Precisely! You can end Onaga’s misery, and by doing so, bless your soul with divine Breath.”

She imagined it: climbing down the unforgiving dungeons of the Chasm, assaulted by the stench of decaying flesh and rotting hope. Discovering the restless grave of the Last Dragon God, and upon the profane altar, the magnificent being reduced to a husk of its former glory. Begging her to thrust Datusha’s light into its hollowed heart. And its essence, by the blade purified, flowing into her soul. Cleansing it. Hallowing it.

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Carla Hennes ❌ 👑 aka Radiation Rosie @tempestteapot.bsky.social · 20h

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚

From my Epic Fantasy novel Demon’s Bargain. Falsely accused, Despard rots in a cell. The Baron could help, but his price is an alliance marriage to Kahyla. Redbird is Despard’s nickname for his beloved Kahyla.

Dungeon = cell

A clatter of doors, a dance of candlelight, and a startlingly fresh breeze warned Despard that someone had arrived outside his cell. His door opened and the jailer placed a three-legged stool inside.
“Give a knock when you’re done, Your Grace,” said the jailer.
Blocking the light from the other room, Baron Gooseport entered and sat carefully on the stool. His trousers were an imperceptible dark color, but his jacket was brilliant white. A silver goose quill formed the clasp of his dark green woolen capelet. Blond hair drooped around his face.
The door rattled and shut, latched but not locked. The silence stretched awkwardly.
Was that whisper the beating of redbird wings or his heart?
Dammit I won’t beg, not if it hurts her.
“I’m not going to bow, if that’s what you’re waiting for,” said Despard.
“There isn’t room,” said Gooseport with a snort. “But not the welcome I expected for someone who could help you. You’re drowning in trouble but refuse a rope?”
Despard tried to read the other man’s eyes in the shadows. “Is Kahyla married?”
Gooseport shook his head. “Not without permission from her Paer.”
“But did she agree? Did she promise you anything to help me?”
“Not yet,” said Gooseport, leaning into a shaft of light. “But I can’t keep spending favors on maybe. I’ve already lost standing by arguing for you. As a Ferruthan, their suspicion runs heavily against you. The patricians are convinced you took advantage of her and then pressured her into naming you her Paer.”
“Because an evil Ferruthan would do that, not a pious Huxen like Bizal.” Despard scooted back against the wall.

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Chris Holcombe Author @chrisholcombe.bsky.social · 19h

From “The Big Timer,” the 4th Hidden Gotham Novel. A wrongfully accused mystery starring the most infamous performer in 1920s Harlem. www.chrisholcombe.com/collections/...

#queerwriters #queerbooks #queersky #queer #lgbtqwriters #lgbtqbooks #lgbtqsky #lgbtq #writesky #writersky #booksky 💙⚡️📚 💙⏳📚 🌈✒️

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Jules Peacock @julespeacock.com · 19h

Subbing gulag for dungeon.
Katy asks the important questions
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Finally, holy shite. If Yfaun’s dark matter gulag had been destroyed, was she just floating in space, about to die from no air, looking gross and freaky as she suffocated?

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🏳️‍🌈RJ Martin - Queer. Cat Parent. Author. @rjmartinwrites.com · 18h

#WIPSnips

Surprised I didn't have more "dungeon"s in this manuscript

This is the before to October 5th's after

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The casque wasn’t going to work, she realized, so she found a crate full of bottles and filled them hastily, stuffed a rag into two of them and marched back to the dungeon where the creature was confined.

“Is his soul still in there?” Tyre wondered out loud, shivering at the thought of having her body stolen from her and twisted into something else.

“If it is, I’m about to free it,” Elsa said flatly, throwing the first bottle against the inner cage. The creature groaned as glass rained down on it, thick oil coating its sickly skin. She threw another to make sure there was enough. Elsa swore and held out a second bottle with a rag stuffed into it. “Give me a light.”

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Tina Writes @tinaduncan.bsky.social · 18h

#WIPSnips - no “dungeons” today, so need to go with “prison” instead.

We were spat out in a tiny cave, high on a mountainside, in the slowly dying light of day. The wind blasted an icy drizzle that drove cold deep into my bones. Only looking down from the near cliff-edge did I realise where we were. Nyx had taken us above the prison fort. It would be a completely useless place to sneak in, but it could make a useful escape route for those that could fly well. However, the main advantage of this place, was the clear view of the entire fort.

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Diane M. Johnson @caseyadamsstark.bsky.social · 18h

So, a search on the #WIPSnips hashtag isn’t working for a lot of people. I got lucky with some scrolling. But if engagement feels down, that’s probably why.

Anyway, I worked the word in yesterday.

Joe steps out, toward the crowd of discontents, me thinking he's rattled and about to make a fool of himself. "Listen to you all, wishing I was thrown in some dungeon with you swallowing down the key. I hope you don’t choke on it. I really do. Because Josephine does not have your best interests at heart."

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Rosie is ✨MANIFESTING✨ @rosie-j-potter.bsky.social · 17h

I had to go back into the depths of WIPs I haven't worked on in over 5 years to find it, but I have dungeon. I was curious whether I would and found it exactly once in the 5 manuscripts I checked.

This is a Bloodborne-inspired epic fantasy I hope to one day finish.

#WIPSnips

“Come, now, Helem. Walk with me.”
The woman steered Helem out of the room. It seemed like some kind of dungeon they had been in, but it was hard to tell.
“What is this place? Is it the keep?”
“We are in a heavily fortified area. It’s not quite the keep, but we are safe here. We run everything from here.”
“So, like a base camp?”
“Yes. Like a base camp.”
“I saw the monsters here. The same ones we have. I thought we were the only ones…”
“No. You’re not the only ones. We are on the verge of ending it, and that’s why Rafi went to your world. On a scouting mission. But that has failed now. Perhaps you will have some of the information that we need.”
“I will offer you whatever information that I can.”
“We can talk about that later, my dear. You won’t be able to leave for a while anyway. That jump would have taken such a toll on your body. It’s really a wonder you’re alive.”
Helem stopped in her tracks, startling the woman whose arms were still around her and also bringing her to a halt.
“What is it, dear?”
“You said, leave? I will be able to go back home?” Hope swelled in Helem’s chest at the mention of home.

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