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david-kelly-sf.bsky.social
I got tired of bad text editors on android, So I built QuickWrite, a free WYSIWYG text editor for Android, made for fiction writing. Bold, italic, indents, saves to RTF. No Play Store, no account, no subscription — just an APK you download and run.
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August 31, 2026 at 7:18 PM
00dad.bsky.social
Quickwrite prompt: Ten Feet from the Trash Can

Found in the gutter less than ten feet from a public trash can: half of a losing lottery ticket and an empty mini-bottle of raspberry vodka. Tell the story of the person who left them there—but do not begin with the litter. End with it.
May 24, 2026 at 2:40 PM
gethappynow.bsky.social
Writing prompt!
#creativity #quickwrite #letswrite
Here is your writing prompt of the day!
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April 2, 2026 at 6:59 PM
gethappynow.bsky.social
Writing Prompt! St. Patrick's Day, Spring, Money. What does the color green mean to you?
#writingprompt #creativity #quickwrite
Here is your writing exercise of the day.
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March 19, 2026 at 10:41 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Today's #QuickWrite

#Storm #Dragon #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #DragonStory
White background with black text reading: As the rain battered down, the great Drake sensed it, Her. He lifted his head skyward expectantly, and shook out his wings in preparation. His anticipation building further as the pressure dropped while he stretched, and raked the soft ground with his talons. His tail twitched, to and fro, as he looked up at the darkening sky, eagerly searching. Tonight, he thought, Tonight, I will catch her. Thunder rumbled low and ominous, the deep growl of a Sky Dragon reverberating through his chest and body, as if in challenge. And it was one he was eager to accept. Suddenly, a bright streak appeared as a fork of lightning cut through the thunder clap, and split the sky apart. There! In a powerful burst of movement he launched himself from the ground, vertically skyward into the air. With his wings outstretched and beating mightily, he pushed himself harder with each downdraft. He threw himself at the streak of static that was dancing within the arc of each lightning burst. The Sky Dragon's Daughter, Thundrah, was his quarry, and her playful, tempestuous spirit responded to his audacious chase not with indifference, but with invitation. The air itself became a living thing, crackling with ozone and the scent of freshly charged rain mingled with wet grass. The wind currents, once a hindrance, now seemed to guide him, pulling him deeper into the very heart of the storm
December 7, 2025 at 1:47 PM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Today's #QuickWrite 🗡️

#CreativeWriting #ShortProse #WriterSky #BlackSmith #MetalWorking
#AStoryADayKeepsTheBoredomAway
A white background with black text reading: The quenching steam hissed and spat as the twice heated metal was plunged into a dousing bucket. The sharp crescendo of hammer on iron was a sound relentless; yet welcoming. It was the true heartbeat of the Forge.” The Smith pulled the now rapidly cooling steel from the bucket. A momentary hush fell inside the shop, broken only by the rhythmic puff of the bellows, drawing air into the furnace pit. The bucket water, dark and slick with scale and carbon, continued to bubble softly, releasing the last of the captured heat. She ignored the smoke and the dry heat that radiated off the flame pit like a living thing, a captured dragonet. Her eyes, permanently narrowed against the glare of the white-hot iron, focused on the delicate workpiece. A blade, a long, elegant dagger. Its edges clean, and its lines, true. It felt solid and keenly obedient in her tongs, with all the promise of sharp perfection. A knife like this was not meant for cutting bread.This was a tool meant for extraction, whether of information or life, was a choice left entirely to the client.
December 6, 2025 at 12:22 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
A little longer #QuickWrite today, I wanted to see where it went!

#SpectralMoon #Siren #Mermaids #Folklore #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #SeaStories #StoryADayKeepBoredomAway
Image 1 White background with black text Reading: 04/12/25 The ship lurched and fell through the dark seas’ swell, a pale moon illuminated the deck and foredeck in an ethereal light. He wouldn't be surprised if ghosts arose, and walked… or swam… this night. Sighing, and gripping the salt stained guard rail, as the ship peaked through another trough, he stood, his thumb rubbing absently a smooth knot in the wood as he looked out. He watched, as his breath began to mist, and he faintly heard… a song? “... And, when the Spectral Moon comes a’calling, a'calling...’’ Through the briny darkness came a strong, yet haunting, melody. “... My wayward thoughts, they turn only to you…” Not a gruff sailors tenor, this was like honey on wine. He turned once to look about the deck, but he was the only one to draw the watch tonight, while his men were snoring in their hammocks. The melody grew in tempo, abandoning the slow pace for a quicker, more seductive rhythm. “... So, lay down your anchor, lay down your dread...” “... And sink your warm thoughts inside my cold bed...” Image 2 White background with black text reading: Every note was an answer to a question he hadn't ever known he was asking. The coldness of the deck, the loneliness of his watch, the endless labor against the unforgiving ocean - all felt suddenly unbearable. He didn't just want the promised cold rest; he felt he deserved it. His life had been nothing but salt, wood, and hardship. Why should he fight for another dawn? Somewhere far away, in the back of his mind, he knew what sang, and what its cruel design entailed. It wanted the ship to capsize, and it wanted him. His hand instinctively loosened its grip on the salt-stained rail. The misting of his breath seemed to grow heavier, catching the ephemeral moonlight and forming a shimmering veil between him and the rest of the world. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the song fill his lungs instead of the night sea air. “... Come, to the current, where silence is gold...” “... And let our deep water, the weary one, hold.” His free hand was already lifting up and out toward a sheet rope, ready to pull up and swing his leg over the side. The voice was both everywhere and nowhere. Its source, impossible to pinpoint, and yet he knew if he opened his eyes, he would see it: a flash of iridescent scales, and an impossible shadow in the lunar light. Image 3 White background with black text reading: But then, his thumb, still absently rubbing that smooth knot in the guard rail, found a splinter, with a sharp, sudden intrusion of pain. It was minor, meaningless, yet the unexpected physical sensation was like a spark of fire burning through the smooth current of the song. The pain anchored him, momentarily overriding the honeyed promise floating in his ears. He gasped, a sound lost beneath the swell. Duty. The word was sharp and bitter, utterly lacking the siren's simple sweetness, but it was solid. If he went overboard, the ship would continue without a watch, rudderless, risking his sleeping men. With a grunt that was more strain than effort, he slammed his hand back down onto the rail, gripping the splintered wood until the unholy pull of temptation in his chest was replaced by the throbbing pain in his hand. "Not tonight," he whispered, his voice rough and unused. "Not this watch." He didn't quite trust his feet to move him away. Instead, he dragged his gaze away from the sea and focused on the foremast, to a solid, man-made structure piercing the spectral sky. He needed noise, real noise, the noise of work, and danger. Image 4 White background with black text reading: He staggered back to the binnacle, fumbling for the lanyard of the great ship's bell, and pulled it, hard. The harsh clang shattered the hypnotic melody, painfully loud in the sudden silence. The bell rang out twice more, a waking alarm for a call to deck. The song stopped instantly, replaced by the frantic, muffled sounds of confused and groggy sailors scrambling from their hammocks below. He leaned against the rail, heaving and shaking, as he waited for the righteous anger of the newly-woken crew.
December 4, 2025 at 8:40 PM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Another day, another #QuickWrite

#WriteADay #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #Gladiatorial #Spectacle

⚔️ 🛡️ 🎭
A piece of text, white on a black background reads: "03/12/25 They both stood, bloody, radiant. The crowd roared, as the sun beat down on the unfortunates, scattered amongst the arena. Only three remained, and they stood, trembling, in painted wooden armour. A cheap, pale mockery of the full steel splendour that adorned them both. The three had lost their weapons in the chaos, too. Although, not that wooden training daggers, mere props, would've done much against them and their forged plate, not really. And their five comrades were of little further help. The coarse, baked sand had already gorged itself on them, drinking their spilled life with a greedy efficiency. All in all, they would dominate this spectacle, but… he huffed in contempt. A challenge would've been nice.
December 4, 2025 at 12:52 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
My first #QuickWrite

#ShortProse #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #WriteADay
A piece of text, white on a black background reading: "Voices called, and yet here she was. Hidden, still holding on, in the dark undergrowth. But the plants had taken over here, too, since the system had begun to fail. The ominous dark smoke curling up from Server Tower 4 had certainly increased, as of late. No longer just during the afternoon pull of demand, as it had done when Wraith was younger. But, the flowers seemed happier, at least. "Thank goodness for small mercies" she sighed, making herself comfortable.
December 3, 2025 at 1:25 PM
run-write.bsky.social
Taken up with each word
Captured by a touch alone
Enthralled with that smile
Seen by those eyes
Rapture fills me
With just a look

#poetry #poem #emoetry #5minutepoem #quickwrite
December 2, 2025 at 7:55 PM
run-write.bsky.social
A fire smoldering
Striving
To burn

Burn away the dark
Wishing
To blaze

Blaze away the doubt
Growing
To heights

Heights away from fear
Shifting
To optimism

Optimism in a shadowed world

#5minutepoem #quickwrite #emoetry #poetry #poem
November 30, 2025 at 7:50 PM
run-write.bsky.social
Tingle and rise
The breath
The time

Nervousness sparks
The looks
The eyes

Engage new words
It gives
It turns

A pressured unease
It takes
It burns

Don't falter now
Rise up in the crowds
Truth keeps turning
A new world abounds

#quickwrite #5minutepoem
November 29, 2025 at 9:07 PM
run-write.bsky.social
Menaced by hurt
Its speed
Disdains

Menaced by love
Its heed
Sustains

Menaced by fury
Its cede
Inflames

Yet to all of these
My heart
Abstains

#5minutepoem #quickwrite #emoetry #poetry
November 28, 2025 at 6:22 PM
run-write.bsky.social
A burn
Unrest
A livid behest

To drive
Again
This hopeless amen

It grows
Alive
The fire revived

#5minutepoem #quickwrite
November 27, 2025 at 6:32 AM
fractalpatter.bsky.social
November 26 #Freewrite

The laurels of our love
breed greed
in unspent desire.
What happens when the fire
burns itself out
on doubt? ...

#poem #poetry #thoughts #musings #thoughtjournal #quickwrite #streamofconsciousness #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writesky
November 26, 2025 at 9:01 PM
thevogelman.bsky.social
My #APLit quickwrite today:
Retell part of this myth, showing the timelessness of the ideas. Give every character a smartphone.

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The myth of Narcissus and Echo - Iseult Gillespie
One day, Echo was drifting through the woods and fell in love with a handsome young hunter named Narcissus. Cursed by Hera to only repeat the last words spoken by another, Echo was unable to converse ...
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October 1, 2025 at 12:46 PM
fiffle.fruitbasket.gay
updated my sh-4d and misunderstood the quickwrite function and lost at least an hour n a half's worth of progress... today just isn't my day )))):
September 5, 2025 at 2:57 AM
middleweb.bsky.social
A TOOL TO HELP STUDENTS NAVIGATE DIFFICULT TEXT.

Ron Klemp uses a four-step quickwrite protocol to help struggling readers navigate their way through challenging texts, boosting engagement & understanding. #edusky #eduskychat @larryferlazzo.bsky.social #educoach

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A Quickwrite Protocol Helps Students Navigate Difficult Text
Ron Klemp uses a four-step quickwrite protocol to help struggling readers navigate their way through challenging texts, boosting engagement and understanding.
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July 22, 2025 at 9:08 PM
puppypenny.bsky.social
Chat I tried to do a 10 minute quickwrite. Spiralled out of control. Wrote 1304 words in an hour. ALSO DEBUT OF MY FA ACCOUNT!!!

#TF #Transformation #leafeon #pokemon #pokemontf

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PoGo Synthesis by Penny the Border Collie
What was initially intended to be a 10 minute quickwrite to prep for my end of a trade spiralled out of control reeeeaally quickly- Anyw ...
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May 14, 2025 at 5:33 AM
red-cheshire.bsky.social
I'm back and ready to hit the ground running!

Here are some things that are in mind for stories for the next few months, along with a couple of Quickwrite surprises. 😉😈✍️
April 24, 2025 at 11:26 AM
icacat.bsky.social
The Quickwrite: A Weekly Student Reflection Exercise#teachingtuesday

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Pedagogy Unbound
Weekly thoughts on college teaching from David Gooblar
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April 8, 2025 at 6:32 PM
icacat.bsky.social
The Quickwrite: A Weekly Student Reflection Exercise#teachingtuesday

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Pedagogy Unbound
Weekly thoughts on college teaching from David Gooblar
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April 4, 2025 at 6:05 PM
hewittba.bsky.social
Read through my seniors’ quickwrite entries for today (in which my co-teacher asked them to write me a get well letter, my eulogy, or to say goodbye).

They made me laugh and cry and realize that seniors/12th grade is my favorite.
March 18, 2025 at 6:27 PM
xelanater.bsky.social
I made my own cover, so I hope it's alright if I answer anyway.

I wanted something bright and colorful but also simple. This design fits exactly with the type of story I wanted Innocence to feel like.

It was created primarily in GIMP, with a little bit of Photoshop to polish up.
From the mind of Xelanater, Innocence: A Quickwrite Story
March 12, 2025 at 4:29 AM
lozzawriting.bsky.social
Soft,
The skin,
like #lace.
Fragile untouched porceline,
a museum piece,
uncatalogued,
and languishing
behind,
not glass,
but a cardboard,
shard filled crate.
Looking for someone with a crowbar.
To come set it free.

#vss365
#poem #quickwrite #poetsofbluesky
January 22, 2025 at 5:44 PM