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Pamela Jeong
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Lifelong writer, aspiring author, mom of two.

Bibliophile, cinephile, serial hobbyist. I'm talking graveyards of crochet needles & ukuleles.
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Pamela Jeong @pamelaelaela.bsky.social · Dec 20
I have something exciting to share…

My very first commissioned art from the one & only @nushdeco.bsky.social!

What have we here 👀 Lynx? Goshawk? Cyrus & Danbi on one of their walks? I want a happy ending for these two, but *sigh* I dunno… 😓

Nush, TYSM—your beautiful art has brought me such joy 🥹❤️
A gorgeously illustrated forest, golden afternoon light filtering in through moss-covered spruces. A handsome young man with dark, curly hair wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with a book sticking out of his pocket walks together with a cute young woman in a pink sweater and fitted pants. They’re captured mid-conversation, glancing shyly and affectionately at each other. A grayish goshawk flies through the trees toward the young man, while a blue-gray lynx steps over a mossy log beside the young woman.
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February 13th – serious

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray has possibly been in a small car accident.

Can you still call it an “accident” if it was intentional?

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“…dammit, Ray, answer me! What the hell just happened?” Right, Tom. I probably should have hung up the phone before I did that. Oops. “I’m here, relax.” I groaned, shifting in my seat. I had probably pulled every muscle in my body. “Relax? Relax?” Tom sounded a titch upset. “What did you do? It sounded like your car exploded.” I surveyed the shattered windshield, broken windows and twisted metal that I was going to have to somehow explain to an insurance adjuster and decided that he wasn’t far from the truth. “I may have nudged her car off the road, a little,” I replied. “It isn’t a big deal.” “You crashed into her car?!” “Just a little.” “Are you just a little out of your mind? Don’t answer that. I am sending the medics. And don’t move, you could be injured.” I laughed out loud at that, and immediately regretted it, as it turned into racking coughs and rib pain. “I am definitely injured. But I don’t think it is that serious.”
February 13, 2026 at 8:36 AM
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#WIPSnips | serious

Micah’s first appearance. 😁

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP with a misfit trio of kids.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
“Lennie?” He lowered the bow. “What are you doin out here? I almost shot you.” She pulled the arrow from the bark and tossed it to him. “Wouldn't be the first time, Micah Ellis.” She scanned him up and down: scratched leather vest, long brown hair coated in grime, lean arms sculpted by the bow and crisscrossed with scars. “What are you doing out here?” “Trackin.” Her stomach panged—a single, hollow punch to the gut. “Tracking what? Rabbit? Them three-eyed possum? Please don't tell me deer. It's been ages since I've had deer, and with that aim, you ain't likely to hit a thing.” He mustered up a scowl and fitted the bow. “Nah. My Pa.” “Well that doesn't sound as tasty.” “Be serious for once.” He sighed and glanced around the clearing. “He set out two days ago, drunk and ramblin’ on about some boon or other.” He nodded at the boy. “What's with the kid?” “Oh, him?” She grinned. “This is Shrimp.” The boy stood a head shorter than Micah, but he seemed to be squaring him up. Arms crossed, feet planted, eyes narrowed. He gave a single sniff in Micah's direction and grimaced. “Alright,” Micah said. “Where'd he come from?” “The porch.” “And before that?” “I don't know.” “Well he didn't come from nowhere.” “Does it matter? He's here. He's my—what d’ya call it—ward, now.” “Uh-huh.” Micah tapped his fingers on the bow, then turned and started walking. “Well, best of luck to y'all.” “Hey, wait! You're looking for your daddy?” She grabbed the kid by the elbow and pulled as he dug his feet futilely into the mud. “Maybe we can help.” Micah didn't slow his pace as he trekked out into the woods. “He might be your ward, Lennie, but I sure as hell ain't no warden.”
February 13, 2026 at 9:55 AM
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Another #WIPSnips another Grio choosing an outfit snip but this one is more serious than the last. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Most of the items were tatty and mud strewn but he searched for the items that were still relatively clean. A pair of half-length emerald green trousers that just reached below his knees, a simple but surprisingly expensive black shirt and a short red velvet jacket that hung just underneath his shoulder blades. It wasn't an outfit he would normally choose, too dark and moody, but he rather liked the jewel tones. "I will need shoes," he spoke not to Epiales but the clothes themselves. "And this shirt will need jewellery. Silver. Gold would not look serious enough if I'm to impress Anfri." There was a disappointing amount of shoes to choose from. What he wanted was a pair of black, leather boots. What he was left with were brown sandals. They would have to do but at least he now had toe nails.
February 13, 2026 at 11:32 AM
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#WIPSnips 13. "Serious"

I don't remember if I shared this one here on WIPSnips already, but... I couldn't choose any other 😂

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
Ashrah frowned, wondering if the description was another of the Nether-Touched’s endless drolleries. “That makes no sense.” “Right? No one wants that! It’s a thing from the Living Planes. You know how mortals are, always dancing on the knife’s edge.” “Those must be large knives.” Sareena laughed, and outside, the wind howled in protest. “Why do you laugh?” The Nether-Touched stared at Ashrah as the amusement faded from her expression. “You… are serious.” “I am always serious.” A sigh. “Aye, I noticed.”
February 13, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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Fion wants to break Joric's curse but he's already decided it isn't possible. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #FantasySky #GasLamp #TimeTravel
“If I walked into your station in Osterden and I said, ‘My name is Fion Wynne. In a few years, Uldir will curse you and the end result of that will be your death, but in the weeks leading up to that, you will love me and I will love you. Or, you can choose not to love me and survive instead.’ What would you say?” A smile crept across his mouth. “I would summon the authorities and ask them to be gentle with the lady lunatic.” “I’m serious, Joric.”
February 13, 2026 at 1:59 PM
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#WIPSnips - "Serious"

I've shared this one before, for "sorry," but it works here as well & it's a part I think I remember others resonating with!

From The Erstwhile Tyler Kyle
Usually when I’m confronted with serious moments I shut up and walk away. When I do try to say anything, it comes out wrong and I make it worse. Better to run, leave everyone in healthier emotional shape. That typically means leaving a public space to head home, or saying goodbye at someone’s house a little early, or your best friend calling you to say his grandma died and all you can think to say is, “That’s rough man. I’m sorry,” and you can feel the need and disappointment brimming on the other end of the line like a stream during a monsoon, but you don’t know what to say, and how do some people always know what to say? How do people not run? I’m a coward, really. I always run. Sometimes, I run away to a weird culty experiment island where it turns out I have magic powers.
February 13, 2026 at 2:58 PM
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#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Mireia & Kena are on a journey!

(It's an unauthorized journey, in case anyone wondered why they're not traveling like, y'know... gods 😅)

From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
A freighter owned by the Trader’s Guild of Tualatan, carrying a shipment of crops, provided them direct transport to Habuuket. Kena not only talked the driver into letting them ride in the back with the cargo, but also managed to negotiate the price down to only two tepetza each. It seemed he’d had some experience haggling for rides before. For the first time since she’d met him, Mireia found herself seriously contemplating just who Kena was—who he had been before he was the Sun Father. She realized with a shock that she knew almost nothing about him, and wondered at herself for not being more curious. The freighter glided over the rocky terrain at a leisurely pace. Mireia and Kena sat opposite each other among the clay barrels, while the dark jagged landscape rolled past around them beneath the starry sky, and the night hummed with the music of crickets and toads. “Where are you from, Kena?” she finally broke the silence. “You’ve never told me.” “Up north.” “Ata, but where, up north?” “Why do you ask?” She hesitated. “I’m just curious. We’ve never spoken about our lives before—before, you know.” Kena turned his gaze out at the black horizon. “Nothing really worth talking about.”
February 13, 2026 at 3:01 PM
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Have you heard about this nifty little podcast where a couple writers who have no idea what they're doing, try to convince you that they know what they're doing? Fellow kids all say it slaps.

Give a listen to BAD LIT FRIENDS wherever you get your podcasts!

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badlitfriends.bsky.social Bad Lit Friends @badlitfriends.bsky.social · 3d
WHAT??? 😲 You haven't caught the latest episode of BAD LIT FRIENDS yet? This week we're talking stuff we wish we knew when we started writing, including when the best time to get going with that first book (hint: sooner than you think). Listen now!

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February 9, 2026 at 8:25 PM
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We've been busy behind the scenes at Hook & Quill Press, but sometimes we can't help but wonder what Quillbert gets up to...

#whereintheworldisquillbert #hqpress
February 9, 2026 at 5:38 PM
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Psst. Spread the word.

The only thing more powerful than hate is love. 💓
February 9, 2026 at 2:16 AM
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I have an idea for a horror-adjacent novel that's kiiinda like Bird Box, Blindness, and A Quiet Place, told from four perspectives and exploring the psychology of characters and societal ramifications following a Significant Event… (1/2)

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPLash
zprospero.bsky.social Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 4d
#WIPLash

Monday’s suck. So, I thought I’d try a Monday prompt game. What WIPs or ideas do you not talk about as much? Or random ideas you’ve had that have added to you WIP pile lately? What are you excited to work on?

No rules. Just blab! 😁

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#WIPLash Monday’s suck. So, share a something about one of your older, more obscure, or still just an idea on a napkin state WIPs. No rules. Just share stuff you’re excited about. @zprospero.bsky.social
February 9, 2026 at 4:18 PM
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It's Mireia & Kena's first day after being ~selected~ as the new avatars of the gods. Perhaps that's why Kena reacts so strongly to the king's talk of skeptics? 🤷‍♀️

From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“Come, sa’aba, what’s the harm?” Minacaal said. “This man Qiadaan, he is a teacher who gives lectures all around Atalantis. He’s gathered something of a following in recent years, and his ideas are fascinating. Have you heard of him?” Mireia shook her head. Kena stared silently down at his plate. “He makes a compelling argument that the gods don’t exist at all,” Minacaal went on, “and all of the Sun Fathers and Sea Mothers in history were just ordinary humans selected to play the part based on common personality traits. He says the only reason we still cling to the story of the gods is because it gives structure to our society. Of course, I don’t agree with him. But it does make you wonder, doesn’t it?” “I wish you hadn’t brought it up, ba’at,” Aiamin scolded him. “We’re dining with the gods, and you want to talk about a man who believes they don’t exist?” “I’m curious to know what they think,” Minacaal argued. “Who better to ask than the gods themselves? They ought to know if they’re real or not, shouldn’t they?” Mireia wasn’t sure what she thought. But Kena spoke, his quiet voice unexpectedly biting. “I think Qiadaan is a charlatan,” he declared. “He likes to say shocking things for the sake of angering people, nothing more. I don’t think even he really believes what he says.” Mireia was surprised at the vehemence of his answer. She hadn’t taken him for someone who would care passionately about defending the gods. “I agree completely, Sun Father,” said Aiamin. “I’ve been trying to tell my ba’at the same thing for ages, but he never listens to me.”
February 9, 2026 at 2:01 PM
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February 9th – select

As a chemist, Av’ry is usually very interested to learn about new drugs.

In this case, there is something more pressing on his mind, so he is in a bit of a hurry.

#DawnsBlood

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“We work for many years to achieve the inner peace and balance we need to be worthy of the experience. Of an audience with Them. Only a select few are ever chosen for the honor.” This wasn’t helpful. Av’ry resisted the urge to tell her to stuff the mystic bullshit and be clear, as that was unlikely to go over well. Instead, he tried to pry out some information less directly. “And you have had this…honor?” “I have.” “What is it like? When you, commune with them?” “Bliss.” She smiled, far away. “For a time, you are at one with all creation. Everything is perfect. It is what we all aspire to.” “And how does it let you communicate with the dragons, precisely?” Av’ry asked. “It opens your mind to them. Let’s you hear their instructions and advice. The very lucky can even converse directly with them. As if they were here with us still,” Xiala explained. Av’ry nodded solemnly, trying to look awed by this sacred revelation. Internally, he updated his knowledge on the effects of the drug. An entheogen, certainly, as he had expected. But more specifically, it sounded like a powerful euphoric, with hallucinogenic properties. Auditory, maybe visual.
February 9, 2026 at 8:37 AM
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Grio likes to spend his mornings selecting an outfit that will cope with whatever the day throws at him. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
"Get dressed," Raion said primly. "You should've been ready long ago." "I felt like enjoying myself," Grio tucked in the towel and turned around to fetch his clothes. They were hung neatly and took up almost an entire wall. He'd need a fleet of wardrobes to contain them. And this way, he could see and select what to wear today without the hindrance of opening doors. "What are our plans for today?" "We're heading down into the Dip," Anfri finally spoke and there was a dryness to his voice. His gaze kept flitting away then moving back to linger on Grio's torso. The Dip. Grio groaned internally and cast his eyes away from his more extravagant clothes. Today would be a day of casualness and for attire that could be burnt after use. He slipped a thin jerkin over his head and then let the towel fall so he could pull on tight underclothes followed by loose trousers. It was an outfit that hid the tantalising glimpses he'd allowed them to witness.
February 9, 2026 at 10:03 AM
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#WIPSnips 9. “Select”

The games aren’t always fair, are they?

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
Raiden stepped towards his disciples, presumably to heal Johnny as he had tried to do with Sonya, but Mïn Ashå’s raised hand blocked his advance. “Baraka. Your next adversary is Johnny Cage.” “Are you insane?” Sonya growled. “Have you looked at him?” “He is not a worthy opponent,” Baraka added. Mïn patiently waited until the protests died out. “As I am certain some of you have noted, the island begins to fade. We do not have much longer here. And while I graciously allowed you to choose your opponents for most of this tournament, I am within my rights as host to select fighters at any given time. And I am choosing now.” He cast that last word at Baraka, who returned the kind of glare that could make a heart drop dead. And speaking of his heart… It accelerated, embracing the truth that the tarkatan war chief denied: there was no escaping combat, whether his opponent was worthy of his blades or not. “Lord Mïn Ashå, allow me to heal—” “Request denied, Lord Raiden.” “What is this shit?” Sonya shouted what Askaly was too stunned to voice. “You’re so fucking clearly favouring your realm, you know he can’t win this fight!” “Then perhaps he should have been better trained.” Sonya was at the brink of explosion when Johnny placed a placating hand on her shoulder. A hand she didn’t immediately shake off. “We all have a role to fill. Don’t worry, I’m just a supporting character in this story.”
February 9, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #select -> choose

Cerel orders Rushak and Drisal to stay behind as he rides, woefully undermanned, to almost certain death. First speaker is Rushak.

- From Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
"You need us. You have no chance against the priestesses. But they will not touch me," Rush insisted, his voice breaking. "How can you know that?" Drisal asked, reaching to comfort him. Rush sidled his horse away; just a step or two was far enough. "There's death either way," Cerel said. He felt a steeling within himself. It was not fear; it was not the dance; it was something deeper. A resolute acceptance of fate. "I am tine chief and I CHOOSE the lesser of two evils. You stay here." Fixing the brothers with his coldest gaze, he backed Lalash away. Trapped behind Drisal and two guards, Rush condemned him with an irritating, intransigent, Lord Deran-ish glare. Cerel surveyed the area as Lalash turned on her haunches. Tents were already being erected and fires kindled. Satisfied the rest had things in hand, he went on with the eighty warriors left to him. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
February 9, 2026 at 12:32 PM
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So what is the opposite of a "meet cute"? Probably Ben meeting Elara 😂

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#StatuesErode
As he rounded the corner, he stopped for a moment. Someone was already in there, unusual at this hour. It was normally just him. He glanced at the clock above the dispenser. 05:34. Hmm. The woman was sitting facing away from the door, her head slumped over a steaming mug. “Good morning,” he said as he walked by. She glanced up, “What?” He stopped midstride, perplexed. “Uh, good morning?” He tried a smile. She sort of grimaced at him. “Oh, yeah. Sure.” Okay. Wow. Moving on. The buttons on the dispenser glowed inviting green. Fully restocked. He selected a mint tea and a yogurt. The price flashed, he fished around his pocket — only two creds clicked together! Tea or yogurt then. Tea. He could come back. He slotted the credits and stopped sharp as a hand appeared with two more. He turned, the woman had a sheepish smile on her face. Her tired eyes locked on to his. Her slim shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug; “I hate it when that happens. Sorry for the shitty greeting. I’m Brow…Elara. Sorry.”
February 9, 2026 at 8:34 AM
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Johee explains Hanaran romance (or lack thereof) while Hale tries not to panic over this romantic encounter

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
From Stars, Sparkling Like Snow ✨😘
Black text, green background, “selected” highlighted pink "What about romance?" "I'm glad you asked." How could her smile actually have gotten wider than earlier? She scoots closer to me, her face centimeters away now. "Romance is frowned upon. Parents of children are SELECTED for genetics. Teenagers can engage in experimental behaviors as long as their hormones are regulated to prevent unwanted births. Usually, that hormone regulation destroys most desire for those behaviors anyway." "Didn't seem to work for you." Her face comes closer, and I close my eyes before it fills my vision. The fine hairs on her cheek brush mine as she breathes in my ear, "I procured a different type of hormone." I let out a breath and open my eyes when she pulls back, but when I open my eyes, she hasn't returned to her comfortable half-meter distance. "You don't find me ugly, do you, Hale?"
February 9, 2026 at 8:43 AM
pamelaelaela.bsky.social
A tough moment for Danbi.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
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But in his eyes, there’s too much regret, and the old feeling comes back—like I’m waiting on a dock for a ship that doesn’t seek harbor. Its familiarity is savage, but there’s a criminal comfort in the understanding it grants me. “But now,” I say, and I can’t help glancing at his lips before I look back into his eyes, “[REDACTED] is here. And we’re closer than ever to [REDACTED]. And the promise you made to her is wrapped up with the promise you made to save him. And you won’t break them. Because you’re you.” Misery surges across his face. “I have to try.” No. But I nod. The single step I take away from him then is harder than every step I ever took to get closer. Choose me, my heart screams. But I say, “You have to.” Maybe I should be angry, maybe I should quake with resentment, but I don’t. I see it now—why it always felt like he was fighting the current of the tide that drew us together. And I understand what it means to him to honor his promise. I don’t tell him, but part of it has already become mine as well. I will defeat [REDACTED]. I’ll do everything in my power to make this world closer to what it can be. I’ll do it because I can’t not. I’ll do it because, maybe, I can. Our gazes refuse to diverge, and I wonder if this is the interlude or the closing, a change in key or the discordance of a mistake. Inside the ballroom, the music stops.
February 9, 2026 at 12:10 PM
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comm for the royally proclaimed diamond of the season, @pamelaelaela.bsky.social 🤩🤩🤩
two people walking through forest
February 5, 2026 at 1:17 PM
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comm wip for the incomparable @pamelaelaela.bsky.social 💜
February 3, 2026 at 1:40 PM
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February 2nd – perish

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Apparently, I only use ‘perish’ in the phrase “perish the thought” so that’s fun to learn!

Ray finds someone she has been looking for for some time. It might not go the way she planned...

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“I don’t think so. But I am glad to see you, redacted. I was hoping we would get to meet today.” “Me too.” redacted grinned broadly. “I was so concerned that, after all the trouble I went to with you, I wouldn’t be able to savor the effects myself. It would be like slaving away over a four-course meal, just to see it eaten by the dog. A terrible waste. But instead, here you are, just as I had hoped.” “I’m afraid your ability to savor anything is going to be short-lived.” My hand was already on my gun. “If you surrender, I’ll take you in alive. That’s the best I can offer.” “Don’t be absurd, Rayna.” He scoffed. “Do you really think you can get away from me?” “Perish the thought.” He spread his hands, innocently. “I don’t have any need or desire to run from you.” “I am done playing games with you, redacted.” “I know.” He nodded, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
February 2, 2026 at 8:35 AM
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#WIPSnips | perish vibes✨

After finding a trail of blood where a person should be…

(+Context: Shrimp doesn't speak.)

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
Writing snippet: “Micah wouldn't leave me behind,” she said, but even as she did, a small voice inside her whispered: Unless he knew he was going somewhere you couldn't follow. Shrimp took her hand, traced GON— She pulled it away hard. “No, he ain't gone!”
February 2, 2026 at 8:53 AM
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After Grio dies for a moment, Strope inherits his blood powers and struggles to control them so Halla does her best to help reduce them. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Halla reached out for the heat. At first there was nothing, not even a glimmer of the potential of Strope's powers. All she received for her troubles was his grumbles. It was in his blood, that she knew, and Halla imagined the burning drops as they scourged his veins. She pictured the heat flowing from his body to hers, a magic transferred as she'd done with so many others. A tingle in her hand made Halla realise that she'd been successful in helping Strope. That and his breathing sounded normal. More heat began to rise through her fingers, crumbling the bones and inching its way towards her arm. She had to stop it before it reached any further. She was not like Strope or his brother. Already Halla could feel her body withering like an unwatered plant and she had to get rid of this stolen heat. If she wasn't burnt from the inside out then she'd perish into dust.
February 2, 2026 at 9:51 AM
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Our hero muses on hate
From "Hat"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
The seed of hate is not a seed at all, it is an infection. It is a virus that only knows how to consume. Like its natural counterpart, my cellular structure will be reprogrammed to create only more virus. The process will repeat until there is nothing left but itself. Then we as a species shall perish. Entropy will have its victory.
February 2, 2026 at 10:06 AM