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Siege of the Spirit
@siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
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Wrestling bipolar disorder through music and writing. And horses.
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A temptation? Or a threat?

- From Siege of the Spirit

A little late to the plate today. Anxiety overload.
#fantasy #bipolar #anxiety #WIPSnips #moist -> moisture
"He wants this for you. He is willing." Unvoiced wailing swelled in his lungs. Drisal wanted this? The Druid leaned still closer, intimately close. Rushak could feel the heat and moisture of the man's breath in his ear, and almost the brush of his lips. "Will you not dare to be worthy of him?" Siege of the Spirit
December 16, 2025 at 11:44 PM
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Why she was witness

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#WIPSnips #full #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
If she still loved him, she did so now in FULL knowledge of what he was and what he had done. If she was to go on loving him, she must love him open-eyed, like Iryla herself. Siege of the Spirit
December 11, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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A Scene of Peaceful Pools

From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #empty #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #peace #mindfulness #water
White text over a photo of a pond with clear water in a green mountain meadow reads: The river had dwindled to a series of pools connected by grassy land bridges full of wildflowers, broadleaf plants and blooming bushes. Each pool wore a different aspect. Most seemed clean and empty of thought, their blank surfaces rippling with each changing breeze. In some, a smoky murk obscured the depths in a fog of slow, swirling rumination. Siege of the Spirit
December 7, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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We know who’s the queen here.
#caturday
Primrose, a white cat with a gray tail and top of her face, lies in a large dog bed watching a black and white tripod dog lying in front of the bed on the floor.
December 6, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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He has a platform to express his remorse and grief to those who need to hear it, and made the grateful, difficult choice of vulnerability. Their forgiveness is not his due.

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#fantasy #bipolar #depression #WIPSnips #screen -> veil #catharsis #healing
"And I grieve for all of you, my people still for a little while, and bare my heart to thee." Using his left hand and his teeth, he tore his tunic, opening himself to the bitter breeze. He dropped to his knees arms spread, his face veiled behind the fall of his hair. The long-delayed catharsis overmastered him and he shook with tearless sobs drawn from a place deeper than pain's beginning. Siege of the Spirit
December 5, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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There are times when I can see it coming. Usually a train light in a tunnel. He sees it differently here. Trapped in the fullness of dread.

CW implied impending torture

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#WIPSnips #fantasy #bipolar #depression #dominant -> dominated
A block of slate almost table high dominated the center of the barren, rough-hewn chamber beyond. Four shackles dangled from heavy chains. Streaks of rust ran from the bolts Several larger, heavier chains ran through stiff, cracked leather sleeves. Perhaps there were other doors to the chamber, perhaps something on the walls, but he had eyes only for the block. Siege of the Spirit
December 3, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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A cool twisted juniper #snag for #TwistedTuesday #tree #forest #colorado
Twisted “cedar” (juniper) snag with a gap in between the twist rises from tall fallow weeds with juniper forest behind
December 3, 2025 at 1:24 AM
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When you feel your only #belonging is your usefulness, but can’t see the love all around you. Loneliness is self-imposed. #foundfamily #family #lonely #wipsnips #writesky #fantasy
White text on a black and white forest background reads: “I don’t know where I BELONG. The Brotherhood is gone. When this is all over, you’ll no doubt go to live among the Rathynians and raise a family. And I? What am I to do? I may appear to fit in, but I could never settle among these people. And with Drisal back, I may not even be useful to them any longer.” Siege of the Spirit
December 1, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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Another beautiful #snag in our little #forest saga of piñon-juniper endlessly cycling through life and death. #sundaysnag #tree #nature #hike #peace
A bark-less old snag with three holes in the trunk stands between two others in a sunny open area of a piñon-juniper woodland.
December 1, 2025 at 3:12 AM
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The first time my Arabian mare and I crossed this little rock shelf, it was all about overcoming fear and learning trust. Ten years later it’s a simple thing … we remain strong and invincible with a bond that can never be broken. #trailhorse #trailride #HorseSky #equinetherapy #trust #overcoming
November 29, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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The deconstruction of a mind

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#WIPSnips #dedication #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
MU'ATEM He knew it was his dissolving self-control that taunted him, barriers of self-protection falling from his psyche like a crumbling fortress, but there was no stopping the collapse, or its effect. Memories flooded him: his childhood DEDICATION ceremony and Frasca, a filly, nipping at his shirt; Lara laughing, her hair flashing in the sun; Teryl at the harpstrings; emeralds and blood; a flaming felara and villages burning; Drisal's lips against his forehead; and then the memories turned into something else. The harpstrings sliced Teryl's fingers off. The fires advanced until the whole Forest was immolated and shaped like his own body consumed within and without by dru'ach, and there was soon no telling what was a memory and what was a corruption in his mind. Siege of the Spirit
November 29, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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Aah some nice cool water to lay in! This is our tripaw fur baby, Aspen!
#wednesdaywags #traildog #dog #tripoddog #tripawdog #dogsky
Black dog with white cheeks and muzzle lying in very shallow water with tiny green plants and tall wetland grasses around her. She has pointy ears and is panting.
November 27, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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Good morning! Looking up along the trunk of a tall juniper snag, its barren crown splayed against the sky. #SundaySnag #snag #forest #tree #Colorado #Sunday #morning
Looking up along the trunk of a tall juniper snag, its barren crown splayed against the sky. The tops of other, living juniper trees surround it in the blue sky. At the base is a shadowy, cave-shaped hole in the trunk.
November 23, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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When your best isn’t good enough for them.

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #crystal #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
“Lord Shelwon, please," Cerel implored. “You must've shared in the power that raised those beautiful, mighty CRYSTALs. You can tell them. Tell them it wasn't evil that stopped the Corruption.” Siege of the Spirit
November 23, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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To face the appalling with dignity.

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#WIPSnips #run #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
He pictured himself RUNning to her, grabbing her hand and falling sobbing and begging in the mud at her feet. "Please, my Lady. I'll stay with you. I'll do anything you ask. Spare me this one thing." Instead he found himself standing tall, the dead farmers at his feet, watching the black-robed sorceress ripple away from him. There were no words on his lips, the mud on his face was not from her boots, and his sword hung unbloodied in its scabbard. Siege of the Spirit
November 16, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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Lily climbs on the waterfall in our sunroom to get a drink! #caturday
Calico cat stretches across upper left corner of picture. Balancing on a steep arrangement of moss- covered rocks and dangling houseplants she reaches to get a drink of one of the threads of trickling water.
November 15, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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The gloaming sets a piñon-juniper forest aflame. #ForestFriday #forest #GoldenHour
November 15, 2025 at 2:18 AM
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Dixie, that’s quite a bone you found!
#WednesdayWags #traildog #dog
Dixie, a black dog with brown face and legs and white paws walks below the viewer, head turned away, clearly displaying the very large white leg bone she is carrying. She is on the trail with us. We’re on horseback, though we and the horses aren’t in the picture.
November 13, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Very cool juniper #snag on a cliff! Seen on a recent #trailride. I love how it sits among the rocks. #tree #nature #trail #SundaySnag
Bare juniper tree snag sitting on and among lichen covered crags and boulders with a few bare-branched bushes and one green tree overhead- piñon or another juniper I can’t tell.
November 10, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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Sneaking #caturday under the wire. This is absolutely me!
Four panels of drawings 1. Cat looks out window “I am so lonely…” 2. Cat looks out window “Why must I live alone in this solitude?” 3. Arm reaching to pet cat, cat turns back angrily “Don’t fucking touch me!! 4. Cat looks out window “Will this loneliness ever end?”
November 9, 2025 at 5:47 AM
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Last Saturday’s gorgeous #trailride on my beautiful, faithful #trailhorse Zil.
Between the ears view of riding a bay Arabian mare on a trail between a yellow meadow and creepy evergreens Between the ears view of riding a bay Arabian mare on a trail through a yellow meadow toward an evergreen/aspen woods with bright yellow aspen canopy visible through on an opposite mountain slope. Photo is a little blurry. Left side of image: a tall evergreen on a steep mountain slope. Center: three creepy snags. Background: A leafless Aspen forest coating a neighboring mountain slope
November 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM
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A thing about what God allows

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #fantasy #darkfantasy #little #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
White text on a black and purple sky background threaded with lightning reads: “God would never hurt himself. That's absurd!" "How little you know of the torment of God." Siege of the Spirit
November 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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Hellback’s terrible creation stalks the Forest. Its new life is death.

Doing something unusual (for me) posting a regular-type snippet over here, and really late, too!

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#WIPSnips #steel #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
The creature sought a young man. His eyes were like blinding lights, and his voice was like the singing of summer birds. His hair was golden and short, and he wore a sash about the head. He was to be found in a dwelling at the southwestern part of the Forest. It was to this dwelling the dark creature hurried, for there its purpose would be fulfilled. But ahead, two Sheltri approached, mounted and armed. Clumsily it ducked into the brush, but one Sheltri saw the movement in the full dark of night. "Who's there?" They drew closer, their drawn swords invisible with the keen scent of STEEL in the air. Only their eyes shone, those terrible lights. The creature leaped to its feet. "Breath of Iryla, what is it?" Iryla. The creature rocked back from that name, but held its ground. It had terrible lights of its own. Siege of the Spirit A.C. Turek
November 5, 2025 at 4:41 AM
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Boss called me at home today for help pulling an activity report and didn’t say why. Of course my brain is in the worst case scenario. I was WRITING, too! & now I can’t. Whole weekend ahead to freak out and worry. 🤯😭😭 #bipolar #anxiety It’s just a monster.😅
My supportive daughter tho.
My daughter: “you've proven yourself enough times to hold your own” Me: OMG I love you Daughter: It's true though.
October 31, 2025 at 11:35 PM
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Revenant.

When our souls, emotions are compromised we are open to the invasion of hellish thoughts. It’s best to recognize them for what they are, just scary monsters to be banished.

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#WIPSnips #monster #Halloween #WIP #fantasy #darkfantasy #undead #bipolar
Something dark groped its way through the Forest. Though awkward, it moved silently, black rags dripping from its body like wet, rotten leaves. It was black, hairless and two legged. It cowered as it crept along, and stopped often to smell the air and listen, staring up into the branches of a tree or into distant a lights! Then it would sit. Its head would fall to its knees, and it would begin rocking like a lost child or a fresh-made monster mourning the loss of its humanity. Siege of the Spirit Image: white text over a dark, burnt forest
October 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM