Debora Dale
@deboradale.bsky.social
Brooklynite with a coffee addiction. Author of #RomanticSuspense.
Animal lover, grieving cat mom, paranormal investigator, Hogwarts alum, Resistance fighter
#BlueCrew
#WandsUp
www.deboradale.com
Animal lover, grieving cat mom, paranormal investigator, Hogwarts alum, Resistance fighter
#BlueCrew
#WandsUp
www.deboradale.com
Pinned
She liked the way he said her name. As if he owned it. As if it were something #special.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
November 20, 2025 at 2:51 PM
She liked the way he said her name. As if he owned it. As if it were something #special.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
He loved his family, flaws and all. Maybe it was that. That love, that passion and drive to do whatever it took to bring them back to safety... maybe that's what she was falling in love with. Not Blake, the man, but the man's actions. #Actions of love and sacrifice for his family.
#vss365
#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Reposted by Debora Dale
Medicare for All would save $450B a year.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
November 18, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Medicare for All would save $450B a year.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
If she could stay there forever, cocooned in his safe, warm embrace, she would. And she wouldn't regret a moment of it. But that was not #reality. Reality was so much more work, with so much uncertainty, while sweet, peaceful times like these were hard earned and fleeting.
#vss365 #amwriting
#vss365 #amwriting
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 PM
If she could stay there forever, cocooned in his safe, warm embrace, she would. And she wouldn't regret a moment of it. But that was not #reality. Reality was so much more work, with so much uncertainty, while sweet, peaceful times like these were hard earned and fleeting.
#vss365 #amwriting
#vss365 #amwriting
She wanted the moment to last. To hold herself against him, to kiss each of his #shirt buttons open. To see and touch and taste this man who’d barged into her life so resoundingly. Who guarded himself as forcefully. Who stood with her now, and made her ache to hold him, to please him.
#WIPSnips
#WIPSnips
November 12, 2025 at 2:35 PM
She recoiled from the savage insult. Hardly recognized her niece in the heartless young woman before her. No longer saw the precious squirmy bundle she'd helped bring into the world, or the little girl who, at one time, had gleefully toddled to her with giggles and open arms.
#WIPSnips #amwriting
#WIPSnips #amwriting
November 8, 2025 at 11:57 AM
She recoiled from the savage insult. Hardly recognized her niece in the heartless young woman before her. No longer saw the precious squirmy bundle she'd helped bring into the world, or the little girl who, at one time, had gleefully toddled to her with giggles and open arms.
#WIPSnips #amwriting
#WIPSnips #amwriting
He caught a glimpse of #movement, darted into the shadows after it. Found nothing and paused. Listened. Inhaled. Noted a light sting of cigarette. And a different sound. A breath. Behind him. Then the low rumble of a voice.
“I should get it over with and shoot you in the back.”
#WIPsnips #amwriting
“I should get it over with and shoot you in the back.”
#WIPsnips #amwriting
November 7, 2025 at 1:39 PM
He caught a glimpse of #movement, darted into the shadows after it. Found nothing and paused. Listened. Inhaled. Noted a light sting of cigarette. And a different sound. A breath. Behind him. Then the low rumble of a voice.
“I should get it over with and shoot you in the back.”
#WIPsnips #amwriting
“I should get it over with and shoot you in the back.”
#WIPsnips #amwriting
Why the words choked her, she didn't know. They weren't new. They were old facts. #History. Yet they all but closed her throat, and she had to force them out in a whisper. "If I had family, I'd never take them for granted or wait for them to save me. No. I'd make them proud and save myself."
#vss365
#vss365
November 7, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Small theaters, bars & coffee shops sat tucked between towering buildings of brick, #steel & glass. The flavor of everyday people, varied beyond imagination--locals, tourists, rushing, strolling, chatting, brooding--allowed nary a hint of the seedy underbelly of the city he knew so well.
#WIPSnips
#WIPSnips
November 4, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Reposted by Debora Dale
in the house of only hate
anger echoed repeatedly,
relentlessly, against the empty
walls. the faintest positivity
dwindled into nothing, beat
into submission by the misery
they carried.
can the self-satisfied cross
they choose to bear
be called domestic terrorism?
I am terrorized
#domestic #vss365
anger echoed repeatedly,
relentlessly, against the empty
walls. the faintest positivity
dwindled into nothing, beat
into submission by the misery
they carried.
can the self-satisfied cross
they choose to bear
be called domestic terrorism?
I am terrorized
#domestic #vss365
November 3, 2025 at 2:39 PM
He studied her for a moment, captivated by the amusement in her eyes. They were so pretty when they weren’t guarded. Or lying. He wrenched his gaze from her, then went back to the living room to escape the too comfortable #domestic moment he’d fallen into.
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense
November 3, 2025 at 12:45 PM
He studied her for a moment, captivated by the amusement in her eyes. They were so pretty when they weren’t guarded. Or lying. He wrenched his gaze from her, then went back to the living room to escape the too comfortable #domestic moment he’d fallen into.
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense
Reposted by Debora Dale
The same people who lost their minds over renovations to Cracker Barrel are totally fine with the White House getting bulldozed
October 22, 2025 at 8:56 PM
The same people who lost their minds over renovations to Cracker Barrel are totally fine with the White House getting bulldozed
Same, Chris. Same.
It’s far from the most important thing, morally right now, or in terms of the human stakes, but the ballroom thing is really breaking my brain.
October 22, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Same, Chris. Same.
Moonlight touched a second set of tracks that veered off the path and doubled back. He followed them. Listened past the heavy silence of the night, alert for a footstep, a #crunch of snow, a wheeze, or rasp of a switchblade.
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
October 21, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Moonlight touched a second set of tracks that veered off the path and doubled back. He followed them. Listened past the heavy silence of the night, alert for a footstep, a #crunch of snow, a wheeze, or rasp of a switchblade.
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
She struggled to see past tears of panic as the SUV ran her off the main road &onto a rutted dirt path. Her car creaked & #crunched as it bounded along but she didn't stop. Couldn't. There had to be an end to this, an outlet, a road back, a way to find help.
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
October 21, 2025 at 12:26 PM
She struggled to see past tears of panic as the SUV ran her off the main road &onto a rutted dirt path. Her car creaked & #crunched as it bounded along but she didn't stop. Couldn't. There had to be an end to this, an outlet, a road back, a way to find help.
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#vssdaily #amwriting #romanticsuspense
She heard him, saw him speaking, and knew the words came from him, yet none of it sounded like the man she’d known since they were children. His voice was thick and dry, like he was drained of all life, all #hope, and all reason.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
October 12, 2025 at 6:48 PM
She heard him, saw him speaking, and knew the words came from him, yet none of it sounded like the man she’d known since they were children. His voice was thick and dry, like he was drained of all life, all #hope, and all reason.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense
💔
She was an absolutely wonderful actress- and a rare and fascinating person. Thoughts with her children and sisters. Rest in peace Diane.
October 11, 2025 at 11:48 PM
💔
Her parents were always away somewhere exotic, leaving her and her baby sister behind, as if children were an unwelcome result of marriage. A postcard here and there, a phone call, some cash. Those were their hugs and kisses and bedtime wishes.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #welcome
#WIPSnips #amwriting #welcome
October 11, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Her parents were always away somewhere exotic, leaving her and her baby sister behind, as if children were an unwelcome result of marriage. A postcard here and there, a phone call, some cash. Those were their hugs and kisses and bedtime wishes.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #welcome
#WIPSnips #amwriting #welcome
He gathered her in his arms. Held her close, let her cry it out. How he hated the sound of her pain, her grief, but he #welcomed it over the deafening storm of her silence.
#WIPSnips #amwriting
#WIPSnips #amwriting
October 11, 2025 at 12:05 PM
He gathered her in his arms. Held her close, let her cry it out. How he hated the sound of her pain, her grief, but he #welcomed it over the deafening storm of her silence.
#WIPSnips #amwriting
#WIPSnips #amwriting
Reposted by Debora Dale
Congratulations to new Nobel Peace Prize laureate María Corina Machado for her courageous struggle to bring democracy to Venezuela.
Live Updates: María Corina Machado of Venezuela Is Awarded the Nobel Peace Prize
www.nytimes.com
October 10, 2025 at 4:40 PM
Congratulations to new Nobel Peace Prize laureate María Corina Machado for her courageous struggle to bring democracy to Venezuela.
His voice was thick and tired, as if it had to wrestle through #ash on its way out of his throat. He was a large barrel of a man. Wide. Tall. So tall, that when he fit himself into the chair, his knees neared his chest and she wondered if he was that big or if the furniture was too small.
#vss365
#vss365
October 8, 2025 at 12:01 PM
He watched her throat as she swallowed her beer, her mouth as she spoke. “It'd be easy.”
“To disappear?”
“Yeah. I met a few people since I got here; the pizza delivery guy, the guy who delivers Chinese, but no one who’d #miss me if I was gone.”
He tossed cash on the bar. "Walk with me."
#WIPsnips
“To disappear?”
“Yeah. I met a few people since I got here; the pizza delivery guy, the guy who delivers Chinese, but no one who’d #miss me if I was gone.”
He tossed cash on the bar. "Walk with me."
#WIPsnips
October 6, 2025 at 12:10 PM
'Afraid' wasn’t a word he’d #associate with that woman, though he would associate it with everyone she came in contact with.
#vss365 #amwriting
#vss365 #amwriting
October 6, 2025 at 11:45 AM
'Afraid' wasn’t a word he’d #associate with that woman, though he would associate it with everyone she came in contact with.
#vss365 #amwriting
#vss365 #amwriting
It was merely a flesh wound, but it hurt like hell, and gave him a glimpse of what his parents had suffered at that man's hand. The burning pain, the sudden & #swift realization that death was on alert, hovering nearby, ready to collect you & the one you love.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #RomanticSuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #RomanticSuspense
September 27, 2025 at 11:09 AM
It was merely a flesh wound, but it hurt like hell, and gave him a glimpse of what his parents had suffered at that man's hand. The burning pain, the sudden & #swift realization that death was on alert, hovering nearby, ready to collect you & the one you love.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #RomanticSuspense
#WIPSnips #amwriting #RomanticSuspense