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elhark.bsky.social
I think the University cohort from Little Bird getting dropped into the Breakfast Club would be interesting to watch. If nothing else I'd love to see them try to finish their essays.

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pamelajeong.bsky.social Pamela Jeong 🎃🫜 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 2d
#LitHodgepodge 2

Who doesn’t love a good crossover moment? Imagine your story’s cast of characters got sucked into a TV show or film. What comes to mind as a world where they’d mesh well? Or one where they’d wreak (delightful) havoc?

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#LITHODGEPODGE Hosted by @pamelajeong.bsky.social An October Prompt Game of Miscellaneous Proportions FRIDAY FLIGHTS OF FANCY [Graphic of a winged angel holding a book] Prompt: 2 | The cast of your book got sucked into the screen! In which show or film would they feel most at home? Or which one would be most entertaining to see them in? [Graphic of a talking crow] Personally, I wouldn’t mind joining the cast of “What We Do in the Shadows.” Guillermo would take excellent care of me, Colin and I would have much to discuss, and I do believe I’ve a solid plan to steal Laszlo’s witch-skin hat. Join tomorrow for Saturday Snap Judgments!
October 2, 2026 at 11:31 AM
allechallwriter.bsky.social
I teach online through Tacoma Community College: A Fiction Writer’s Voice. Sep. 23 & 30, 6-8pm PT. $109. Good deal!

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Alle teaches: A Fiction Writer’s Voice
ONLINE through Tacoma Community Colleges
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September 17, 2026 at 12:37 AM
sifaseven.bsky.social
Men have long searched for a way to live forever. Will anyone ever find it? #blog #poetry #writing #writingcommunty #sifaswriting

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Poem: Alchemical Solutions
The ancients  sought a  magic elixir  for youth  vitality  and eternal life  alchemical formulae penned by wise men from long ago minerals f...
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September 3, 2026 at 9:08 PM
sifaswriting.bsky.social
Men have long searched for a way to live forever. Will anyone ever find it? #blog #poetry #writing #writingcommunty #sifaswriting

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Poem: Alchemical Solutions
The ancients  sought a  magic elixir  for youth  vitality  and eternal life  alchemical formulae penned by wise men from long ago minerals f...
e8thespresso.blogspot.com
September 3, 2026 at 9:08 PM
angelicdemin.bsky.social
After completing their mission, the team leaves the planet to head back to Earth.

Blackberry and Sunflower learn something new about their fluffy guest that completely takes them off guard, but not only that. They have a feeling something is wrong with their other guests...

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August 26, 2026 at 8:57 PM
angelicdemin.bsky.social
This leads to them needing to be rescued desperately, but will their teammate make it to them in time before they over-exhaust themself?

#writing #Writingcommunty #spaceadventure #Authorcommunty
August 19, 2026 at 7:35 AM
angelicdemin.bsky.social
Because, since I’ve made so much effort into the universe they live in.

I might as well create more stories to my full hearts content, revolving around other planets or teams.

For the fun’s.

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August 16, 2026 at 9:41 PM
pauldixon.bsky.social
Spoilerish alert. From Second Carpathians. Getting into the endgame here.

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August 12, 2026 at 3:09 PM
samauthor.com
Here is a new proposal for the dictionary.

What about 'to wask'?

As in, instead of 'he wanted to ask,' we say 'he wasked.'

Just an idea. It'd save me from correcting a number of typos...

#authorproblems #writinglife #writingcommunty
Roll Safe: Feel Me, Think About It Meme
ALT: Roll Safe: Feel Me, Think About It Meme
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August 5, 2026 at 6:55 AM
myleskatt.com
I edited eight chapters today - a personal record. I am dancing on table tops as a result

Seeing Magic is coming!

#indieauthors #writingcommunty #booksky #fantasyauthors
June 27, 2026 at 10:33 PM
ellissa.bsky.social
#haikuchallenge #haven #haiku #poem #poetry #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #writingcommunty #scape #landscapephotography

When despair calls
I find a safe haven
High in the mountains
Snowcapped mountain behind a lake, with green hills to the sides
June 16, 2026 at 11:58 PM
sifaswriting.bsky.social
On the wall hangs
a #pinkguitar
a tribute to
the songs and tales
from a rebellious age
uncompromising
unrelenting and wholly
unvarnished truth
a forgotten defiance
of a cruel unforgiving world

#firewords280 #poetry #writing #writingcommunty
artinwords.bsky.social Angela Rachael @artinwords.bsky.social · Jun 1
Firewords280 is rushing into summer! The June theme is Inspired by Songs. Feel free to use each pairing as a phrase OR separately! Include #firewords280 and @ARCAngela0519 to be sure I see your poetry. No AI or quote posts please. Have fun and happy creating!
June 14, 2026 at 2:15 PM
winterbranford.bsky.social
Some dialogue from my current urban fantasy project:

"This is the first time we've gotten to meet a living person's ghost in here. I don't know how any of this works. Normally we just kind of remember everything, even some stuff we don't want to."

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May 31, 2026 at 5:29 AM
kidlitzombieweek.bsky.social
Why didn't the manuscript zombie stand out in the slush pile?
Because it didn't have any legs!

Get that dearly departed story idea back on its feet with #KidlitZombieWeek.

June 1-5 on BlueSky and Instagram www.instagram.com/kidlitzombie...

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May 14, 2026 at 10:30 AM
anomalyerror404.bsky.social
#vss365 #fleeting #poem #poetry #writingcommunty
I breathe in the emptiness that you left me with. There’s too much space. I try to spread out, make myself as big as I can, forever I expand. Like the vast cosmos, an ocean in the search of land. Falling. Falling. Falling. Into nothingness. All that remains: fleeting scribbles in the sand.
May 11, 2026 at 9:41 PM
brinsonrob69268.bsky.social
I only include politics into a storyline if the main story is about politics. Otherwise I don’t normally include politics of any kind. #writingq #WritingCommunty 🤔
susansavagelee.bsky.social Susan Savage Lee @susansavagelee.bsky.social · Apr 20
Do you ever include politics in your stories? I try to avoid that because I get enough politics in real life #writingq #WritingCommunity
April 20, 2026 at 9:42 PM
myhauger.bsky.social
#followfriday #books #writingcommunty #booksky #authors #writers
March 27, 2026 at 6:44 PM
onthewritingbiz.bsky.social
Take time to dream. #authorsky #writingcommunty #indieauthors
March 7, 2026 at 4:03 AM
anothertimearound.bsky.social
Chapter 5 is in the books. One lesson completed in Teachable. Not a bad day of productive work.
And I still have a critique group to attend on Zoom tonight.

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February 24, 2026 at 9:15 PM
bethanylaurel.bsky.social
Baleirithys does everything he can to enhance his natural beauty, because he believes it’s his best trait.
Ceirithi, who is widely held to be stunning, believes he is not beautiful because of his scar.
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ocqotd.bsky.social [ OC Questions ] @ocqotd.bsky.social · Feb 3
Does your original character consider themselves beautiful? What is their reason if they do, or if they don't?

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February 3, 2026 at 2:21 AM
verosthewriter.bsky.social
Prophecy #71 suggests that minotaurs are uncommon but accepted among the so-called civilized races. Orcs, on the other hand, struggle for acceptance and mostly participate in society in marginalized roles.

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serraleta.bsky.social Serra Leta @serraleta.bsky.social · Jan 25
Day 25
While I know this prompt has had a *ton* of overlap so far, surely there's something left to add to humanoid day? 😁🧚🧝 Stretching the idea of 'critters' again but eh, valid enough for me!
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#Critterary - A January writing prompt game. Today's Theme: Humanoids. Fairies! Gargoyles! Centaurs! Etc.! Have you written anything featuring them? If not, feel free to discuss any random thoughts (fun facts, favorite media featuring them, gifs, etc.) Bottom Tagline: Celebration of all things creatures! Hosted by Serra Leta. Art of a cartoon pixie, and art of a cartoon minotaur holding a two-handed axe. Background is a leafy jungle.
January 26, 2026 at 1:13 AM
writequeryhook.bsky.social
The query process is broken. Months of searching, dead ends, and missed opportunities. Write Query Hook is the solution.

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January 18, 2026 at 6:41 PM
amuerion.bsky.social
#WIPSnips

Did I cry? Absolutely. Did this snip become one of my favs? Absolutely.

Oh, Nan ... the angel that you are. 💝

From #theeverlasting

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Her heartbeat thundered in her skull. Good. Whatever it took to forget. Whatever it took to drown out their disgusting laughter. Sally was ready to run. To climb. To disappear. Far into the woods, where no one knew her name. Somewhere so high that snow buried everything that could ever be called by one. But no matter how far she went, it wasn’t enough. Even here, the shadows reached for her. Seriously? After all that running? Wasn’t she allowed a single moment of peace — even now, when every sob made her ribs burn? By now, it wasn’t a choice anymore. Only a reflex. All her strength surged into her fist as she struck at the darkness meant to swallow her whole. “Woah there! Ya got some real oomph in that right hook o’ yours, y’know that?” Clear. Deep. Bass. If the mountains could talk, this is what they’d sound like. Sally nearly fell backward as she scrambled to look up — not at someone catching her fist, but at someone gently tracing slow circles over her clenched knuckles. A man like a force of nature — easily four times her size — cast his shadow over her hiding place. And yet … his face radiated nothing but warmth. Massive dimples swallowed his eyes when he smiled. “Now …” The giant knelt in front of her, meeting her gaze. “Why would a gentle lil’ flower like you run off like this? This ain’t no place to bloom.” He was right. She felt it the instant it happened. Something heavy settled over her shoulders. Broad. Strong — and impossibly soft at its core. Just like him. It took his kindness to make her realize how thoroughly pain had dulled her senses. She hadn’t noticed the cold until warmth touched her. Her body went rigid at the first sign of gentleness — stunned by the idea that someone, somewhere … didn’t hate her. “Look,” he murmured, tugging the hood of his jacket over her snow-soaked hair. “Whoever made ya cry like this’ll get what’s comin’ to ‘em. Just a matter o’ time.” His hand rested on her head. Steady. Careful. “But ya can’t do ‘em a favor by sinkin’ to their level,” he went on softly. “Can’t get careless and hurt yerself worse than they already have.” Sally never forgot that moment. The exact second her heart finally broke — at the sound of words she’d never believed were meant for her. You don’t deserve that.
January 13, 2026 at 10:04 PM
poeticsofthemask.bsky.social
Context: Nasrin has just turned herself into a steam cloud and soaked into a magic tree. It may or may not absorb her soul and she may or may not be able to extract herself, but she might get to see Julrane again, and that's all she really cares about. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunty #tenacle
Screenshot of the following novel excerpt: Silk scarves must feel basically the same way when they unravel as Nasrin feels soaking into the Tree. Every fiber stretches out, bits disconnect, but they stay rooted to larger scraps that hold together. Her frayed ends start to feel more like tentacles streaming from a malleable nucleus. She flexes her tentacles in circumspect undulations, reaching out and pulling in. Everything tastes and smells like a wooden stirrer soaked in sweet tea. She constantly hears a pestle running along the rim of a chiming bowl. Through closed eyelids he sees light as if looking up at the noonday sun. Her eyes sting when she opens them. Squinting helps. She sees nothing but green static at first. Blinking brings more distinct shapes into focus. She stands inside a wooden tower, looking up from the base of a spiral staircase leading up to story upon story of platforms on which stand unfamiliar people dress in choir robes. Her body clips into the floor at her hips. From there down she senses that her body splits into a network of kraken-esque appendages reaching through the walls to the Tree’s roots and limbs.
January 13, 2026 at 12:28 AM
mgattis.bsky.social
Happy (belated) New Year, #WIPSnips and #WritingCommunty friends! Had a nice #writing and #WriteSky break over the holidays, but now I'm ready to get back to it!
Charlie put a hand over her own mouth. Jelly was gone? Truly gone? She hadn’t seen the dog until last night, though Charlie didn’t think anything of it. Miss Lucy didn’t bring Jelly to camp last summer until they’d begun auditions for the play. “I brought peanut butter for her,” Charlie whispered. Miss Lucy walked out of the cafeteria without another word, wiping tears from her face as she went. Charlie did the same, heading for the other door. At least no one would remember she’d made Miss Lucy cry. The curse was beneficial in that way, at least.
January 5, 2026 at 2:12 PM