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wolfieonblast.bsky.social
"There was a #sky, the kind that changed colors when the sun went down." #SillySkyTales 🤣

(“Open for all to steal and create!”)
#WritingShare
June 7, 2025 at 10:32 PM
inkythoughts.bsky.social
#writin #WritingShare
November 9, 2024 at 10:37 AM
poulsens.eurosky.social
It is a #WritingShare!

This is for everyone who writes, be it books, comics, fanfic, Etc!

Please tell us what it is about, and share a potential cover and a few snippets, and link to the work!

Rules:
- Share this post
- Interact with others
- Tag NSFW, both text and images
- Use Alt Text
- No AI
The words Writing Share above a drawing of a book, a set of articles and a comic book.
May 25, 2026 at 12:01 PM
scrimsax.bsky.social
If you want great fantasy, that's wonderful! Did you know we live in a golden age of queer fantasy writers? I'm one of them!

In fact, this post has some traction so fuck it, this is a queer #writingshare now! Queer and trans authors, share your fantasy people can read instead of Harry Potter below!
March 20, 2026 at 1:15 AM
esteemedbastard.bsky.social
Sir Calimero yearns for the gaze of King Arnion in Gallant and Errant:

#WritingShare #WritingPrompt #KnightShare #knights
A snippet from a Word document, describing the royal parade of knights towards the tournament green. A knight by the name of Sir Calimero watches an affectionate scene between King Arnion and his wife, wondering if he crashed the parade, would King Arnion look at him?
February 5, 2026 at 10:03 PM
cjsubko.bsky.social
In honor of new followers, I wanted to do a snippet share! Pick out a snippet from your current WIP and reply, then comment on others' snippets.

Don't forget to repost the original to spread the love! Don't let the artists have all the fun. 😘

#WritingShare #SnippetShare #WritingCommunity
lilies around a tombstone that reads "writers, you are invited to share a snippet from your current WIP"
September 11, 2024 at 6:02 PM
cjsubko.bsky.social
Come join the #WritingShare!
cjsubko.bsky.social C.J. Subko @cjsubko.bsky.social · Sep 11
I'll start it off! fyi you don't have to make a graphic, I just enjoy them
Oh well. That’s why God invented Ativan. Crushing one and snorting it up his right nostril, Marvin shuddered and then looked out his floor-to-ceiling windows and beheld the angel. Only by some intuition did he know it was an angel, because what he actually saw was a white man wearing a black business suit, on fire, floating outside his window.
September 11, 2024 at 8:35 PM
nozomiokumura.com
Whilst we get back up to full speed, it's time for a #writingshare!

What have you been working on this week? Share #books, #poetry, #scripts, #commissions - if you're #writing it, share it and the love be reposting/tagging your friends!
A graphic showing Nozomi's writing share and its guidelines. On a dark blue background of binary numbers, Nozomi reclines in her slimegirl form. Above her is a light blue banner with the words WRITING SHARE spelled out. To her left, an information box contains the guidelines: 1. SFW & NSFW OK! 2. Human-writter only! No Generative AI. 3. No NFTs. 4. Like & repost each other's work! 5. Repost this for visibility! 6. Advertise your commission links, book links etc. however you'd like to. 7. Tag your friends & share the love! 8. Engage with each other, but only criticise constructively, and only when explicitly asked.
August 15, 2025 at 3:13 PM
quodnomenmihiest.bsky.social
Read and be wise.

Nothing happens in a vacuum.

cwi.pressbooks.pub/urj/chapter/...
February 28, 2025 at 10:30 AM
nozomiokumura.com
You know what time it is - time for another #writingshare!

Share your #books, #poetry, #scripts, #commission links - if you're #writing it, post it below, repost and tag your friends. Let's spread some love!

All rules in the post and alt text.
A graphic showing Nozomi's writing share and its guidelines. On a dark blue background of binary numbers, Nozomi reclines in her slimegirl form. Above her is a light blue banner with the words WRITING SHARE spelled out. To her left, an information box contains the guidelines: 1. SFW & NSFW OK! 2. Human-writter only! No Generative AI. 3. No NFTs. 4. Like & repost each other's work! 5. Repost this for visibility! 6. Advertise your commission links, book links etc. however you'd like to. 7. Tag your friends & share the love! 8. Engage with each other, but only criticise constructively, and only when explicitly asked.
August 3, 2025 at 12:21 PM
forta-ver.bsky.social
Hi! Thanks for the #writingshare
I haven't gotten much done on it, but here's what I've got so far:

"When I was young, I lived in a city. On a river, brown and deep.
One day, I left to never return - never wanted, you see.
I am older now. So old... and my thoughts drift often to reverie."
September 4, 2024 at 5:43 PM
fghostwriting.bsky.social
From “Being Human” chapter 2…

[Also, I hope the “no AI” thing was about not writing using AI and not about sci-fi stories involving AI 🤣]

#amwriting #writingshare
The image features the following text: “At my present rate of decay, I have less than three months until the ceasing of my life functions. That was the delicate way my situation was described to me. Payment for my years of service, I suppose.” Michelle put her hand on Alice’s. The feeling of being consoled swept over Alice. It made her angry. She pulled her hand away. “Please eat and drink. It will make things far more pleasant for you.” “I don’t need to. I’m not one of you.” Perhaps Ms. Collins—First names are for friends. Machines don’t have friends.—felt a pang of guilt over her deception as she silently rose from her seat, turned her back on Alice, and walked out of the room. Maybe that’s why she suggested the surgery to shut down Alice’s pain sensors. The science team complied. They wanted to make the rest of Alice’s time as comfortable as possible. At least, that was the official reason. Unofficially, they just wanted to see if they could do it.
November 24, 2024 at 8:06 AM
poulsens.eurosky.social
It is time for a writing share!
I love reading and writing, and as such I want to share that love with the world.
Every type of writer is invited to participate.
See specifics in the image below ☺️.

#WritingShare #BookSky
Writing Share This share applies to everyone who writes, including but not limited to: Novels Short stories Articles Poetry Comics Fanfiction Also, all genres are welcome Rules: Repost and like this post, so we can find more writers and readers. Repost and like the works you enjoy, or believe your followers might enjoy. Remember that we are a community. Explain your writing (maybe add snippets as well). Link to where people can find your writing. If you add images, SFW only. If the text is explicit or gory, please tag them as such. No AI. You will get booted into the sun. Suggestions. Add alt text. If you are afraid that it will get scraped by AI, I understand why you do not want to. If you have previously enjoyed something from the people here, or check out something, please let the writer know, because it happens very rarely, and we always appreciate it.
November 30, 2024 at 9:00 AM
laguettler.bsky.social
Vacation on Planet Glor is a standalone choose-your-own-
adventure style novel.

VoPG is on itch, zon, or really anywhere. Recommend a paper version tho because it's easier to navigate back and forth like a true 80s cyoa.

Here's the cover and a snip!

#WritingShare
Vacation on Planet Glor by LA Guettler. A figure in Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and lei is holding a space helmet and using a selfie stick to take a picture in front of a space shuttle on the tarmac. The figure's head is replaced by a white blob that says "your mug here!" "If you want to leave Zoldron, you will have to earn your passage.” “How?” She pulls a printed form and a pen from a briefcase. “It’s your lucky day. You get to choose from a couple of available jobs. They’re arduous, but it’s honest work and well compensated. If you live frugally, you should be able to work off the cost of your return trip within five years.” Five years! That’s forever! But what else can you do? “What are my choices?” “You can become a laprocrystal miner, or you can join the royal harem.” Yeesh. Five years grunting and sweating, or five years mining laprocrystal. “What if I don’t want to do either one?” She shrugs. “The Zotobrotstad Community Hospital for Patients with Infectious Anal Firewarts is always in need of more palliative unguent applicators.” You shudder. The woman smirks and pushes the form and pen across the table to you. “Fill this out, sign at the bottom, and we can get you transferred to the appropriate sector to start your orientation.”
May 25, 2026 at 2:33 PM
esteemedbastard.bsky.social
#WritingShare I'm Zack Prince, writer of queer and trans smut! I'm spotlighting Cream and Sugar:

Honeysuckle is in love with the god of love himself, Adorian. But are his feelings mutual?

7k words of sweet heat MxTM fantasy erotica. (Cover/blurb are SFW.)

zackprincebooks.itch.io/cream-and-su...
A pink and white book cover, titled Cream and Sugar by Zack Prince. The centerpiece of the cover is a cup of coffee with a splash of cream in the shape of a heart. Two clasped hands are on one side of the cup, and a peony flower is on the other side. A snippet from a Word document, describing a satyr named Honeysuckle going about his morning routine in the Daydream Quarters. He stops near a stained glass window of the god of love Adorian, and gives the window a kiss.
May 25, 2026 at 6:41 PM
wipsnips.bsky.social
Happy Wednesday!

What's your MC chewing on? Food? An idea? The beating heart of an unsuspecting passerby...

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingprompts #writingshare #authors #writingcommunity
#WIPSnips a Bluesky Writing Share Tag Share a line from your WIP with the daily prompt for inspiration Use #WIPSnips in your post Today's prompt 9/27 - chew
September 27, 2023 at 11:05 AM
dyre.bsky.social
@palisades.bsky.social got me in a tag for this one, thought I'd share this way so as not to create too crazy a chain. So here's a bit from #wealdandwen, I always enjoy writing scenes with Parnamyr. Especially when he's getting yelled at by his tiny sister.
#writingshare
And the monster pouted with a dramatic lip, “What a pity, his sweet song is stymied.” Its eyes flashed again and it leaned to smile at Faerai, “Oh, but you asked for a voice little Reaper, yes? How is this,” To Delgrij again it stared, its eyes too hungry, too eager, “Up to my bedchambers now, Nectar, that I might taste your sweet ag—” “No!” Faerai cut it off, shoving against Delgrij’s legs as he turned to leave, “No, Delgrij stay, stay!” The monster stood. “You are protected from my tongue, youngling,” it ground, its words chasmal in their rage as it stomped toward her, “but if you interfere I will forget my vow to—” There was a pop and a crash and all of the monster’s rage dropped with its broad shoulders and pointed chin. “Needles off Parni or I’s chomp the rest a yous cracked face!” Mitra crackled. Faerai grinned at the bright violet flash and flicker beside the monster, though coated in burnt black streaks she did not recognize. So small she burned, hardly as big as one of its eyes, yet the little light’s voice had stopped it as sudden as any wall. “Sister,” The monster sang, turning to face Mitra with two spread arms and a voice like syrup, “Goodlight, goodlight, ever so delighted to see you whole!” “Stuffs it,” She cracked, flicking a smile at Faerai before turning hot eyes on her brother, “Thems be me shines, ans yous promised!”
November 10, 2024 at 12:54 AM
sadhbhgirl.fungousanthropoid.com
The Wolf Bane is book 1 of the Societas Aenigmatum series. Largely self-contained, it’s about a NB werewolf escaping their abusive family and fighting for their freedom alongside their trans lover, a sentient house, and a fungal colony in a skin suit

books2read.com/The-Wolf-Bane

#WritingShare
Cover of The Wolf Bane, showing a ghostly yellow wolf approaching from purple Victorian house across fall leaves with a dark storm growing overhead I'd reached Remembrance Park when I heard the whimper. It was only about twenty square feet of grass and a few concrete benches surrounded by hedges, but there was a small plaque commemorating two local soldiers who'd died in World War I, so it got to be a park. I thought that a small child might have made the noise, so I peeked inside. Thankfully, no kid in sight, but there was a large dog curled up in a shadowy corner of the hedgerow. It was roughly the size of Thea, my former in-laws' German shepherd. Much shorter ears, though, and fur like a pale yellow lab. I immediately loved it, though it was understandably wary of me. I pulled down my mask to look more comforting. "Hey, there, pup," I said, calling on my voice training to hit a more reassuring register. "Was that you crying? Are you okay?" The dog whined and crawled toward me a little, dragging one back foot. It seemed ready to trust anyone who [continued next image] [continued from previous image] showed it attention. My heart broke, and I kind of under-stood. I was done with people now, too. I crouched down, steadying myself with my free hand. "Does your paw hurt? Where's your owner?" The dog pulled its head back and gave me the side-eye. It didn't have a collar. No owner, or one that didn't care. "Kicked out, huh? Yeah, me too."
May 25, 2026 at 6:01 PM
spookyxpickle.bsky.social
To celebrate 300 followers for @the-book-bazaar.com , I'm sharing a bit of a story I'm working on for Fairy Seasons. Currently named "A Hike Through the Shroomen Grove".

Very much first draft status. #BookBazaar25 #WritingShare #Writing #IndieAuthor #ArtShare #Writer #Fairy
Rory, the elder of the brothers, the much more energetic, louder, and extraverted of the two, stomped up with comically long strides, and practically tackled Owen with a generous hug. Owen let a "Oof!" as his older brother squeezed. Of the two, Owen was shorter and stockier, and generally pretty sturdy. Unless Rory was around. Rory's ways always seemed to affect everyone else around him. The elder brother was a force of chaotic nature. The man's strength was variable and, somehow always more than everyone else's, despite Rory's resemblance to a string bean. Rory was just as stable as a stray piece of straw in a hearty gale. Rory chuckled. He then ruffled his little brother's hair with a large, enthusiastic hand. "Hey! Knock it off", Owen griped as he swatted Rory's hand away. He stepped back with reddened cheeks and smoothed down his now messy hair.
October 1, 2025 at 1:16 AM
backyardvampire.bsky.social
I think I'm a little late but how are we feeling about doing a little Rook-Share including Backstory this week? Really curious to know what you all came up with. Leave an emoji to be tagged 🦇 #Rook #Veilguard #DragonAge #artshare #WritingShare
February 17, 2025 at 10:54 AM
marleywrites.bsky.social
A piece of "Good Bones" that I enjoy and just edited. Just a girls' trip to check out an estate sale... or is it?

#WritingShare

#SnippetShare

#WritingCommunity
A snippet from Marley's book "Good Bones," where Mona finishes a phone call with her six-year-old twins and talks about her struggles planning their upcoming birthday party.
September 12, 2024 at 2:58 PM
magicrobotcarnival.com
A little sneaky-peeky from the Love Island x Lost romantasy I'm cooking up 💖 #WritingCommunity #WritingShare
I keep one eyebrow raised as I pile pancakes onto my plate. I catch a glimpse of the day’s front page news on the table: PRINCE LIATH SETS SAIL IN SEARCH OF SPOUSE and roll my eyes. Emperor Ilderhart’s only child, Liath, is Veldera’s most eligible debauched bachelor. His longest exclusive relationship famously lasted for an entire week before he was caught in a threesome with a pair of handsome rich boys from the country. With the emperor and empress getting on in years, and Veldera in need of heirs and a stable lineage, the pressure for Liath to settle down and pick a royal partner has risen to a fever pitch of late. So naturally, Liath has chosen the most outrageous path to altar possible: he (or his advisors, more like) is choosing twelve promising suitors to accompany him on a month long voyage at sea, along with a retinue of courtiers, entertainers, chefs, and scribes to document the entire thing. When his ship returns to the docks of the Scintillant City...
September 12, 2024 at 6:40 PM
elizabeth-snow.bsky.social
Yay! A reason to share my snippet! Joel, the one speaking, is a changeling. He suffers anxiety around the people he cares about, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of a fae prince.

(The Land of the Midday Sun is a real place I'm very much in love with.)
#WritingShare #SnippetShare #WritingCommunity
I step toward him. “I know who I am, and where I belong. It is not in question, and it is not at risk. This forest lives in both realms, and it does not sacrifice its nature to do so. Young roots in ancient ground it may be, but it does not forget its history under another sky. Nor will I forget mine.” The forest creaks and groans around me. “This is the Land of the Midday Sun, and my life has been lived in shadows, shining in brief moments like there will be no other. Pain, darkness, loss—these hold no power over me. Hagan commands nothing I fear. He can take Mic’s life, but he cannot break our bond, he cannot take that which has been already given, and I will not betray the man I love to save him. I will not suffer Hagan to live. I will not give in to his demands, yet I will lay down my own life to recover what he has taken. Will you question me further? Where is your door?”
September 12, 2024 at 3:15 AM
fionaglass.bsky.social
Thank you! Don't mind if I do. ;)
This one's from my dark vampire romance set in Liverpool (the palm house in Sefton Park in this particular scene...)
#writingshare #writingcommunity
Echoes of Blood book cover against a backdrop of a palm house at dusk. Text reads "It smelled sweet, of wet earth and rain and tropical flowers, and the fronds of palms and bananas and other leafy plants were everywhere. A soft place, a gentle place, Daniel would have thought. And yet there was another scent too, stifling, sickly, over-powering the hothouse lilies that surrounded them. The scent of death."
September 12, 2024 at 7:01 PM