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Jessica Fisher Riches - is Querying and Drafting
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Jessica Fisher Riches - is Querying and Drafting @prahajess.bsky.social · Aug 5
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Early Magic Agents Guide; YA Contemporary Fantasy; When a cocksure witch loses her magic to a cunning daemon, she hatches a ruthless plan to steal it back—thought it means betraying a grieving classmate who’s only just discovered the world of magic. Images: two teen witches and one teen boy; comp titles: Wild is the Witch, A Wicked Magic, Spells for Lost Things, Practical Magic
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*The Best Kisser in Prague*
🇨🇿
90s vibes
Slow burn
#WipSnips #NA #R #HS
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Mika and Dominik aren't looking for a connection.
It's Prague. The early 90s. Nothing is permanent. There are no rules.
They're each trying so hard to lose themself; can they find each other?
Five minutes later the group ahead pauses at a low gate to an expansive property—the size of a city block. In the centre is ridiculous building: a fricking villa, lightest pink with white trim, Art Nouveau, and in pristine shape compared to the decrepit Prague villas Mika is used to. “We’re going in there?” It has balconies and three storeys. It looks like a movie set. It’s surrounded by open lawn dotted with old-growth trees. “It’s Narnia,” she whispers.
January 6, 2026 at 1:03 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

Rowan's done it, now!

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
Grandmother’s bony, lined face was as tight as a fist as she carried on with the accusations. “…At which time you obtained alternative tools.” This was a statement, but her grandmother stared down at Rowan, waiting for a response. “Yes.” Rowan refused to break eye contact. Her grandmother already knew the answers to every one of these stupid questions, of course. This was all for the benefit of the other witches. Grandmother’s eyebrow moved upwards by a fraction. “Very well.” Rowan seethed. She’d only needed an alternative lamen because her original one was locked away. If Angelica hadn’t taken it, none of this would ever have happened. “You then formed your own coven and performed an unauthorised, unsupervised, dark ceremony to imbue that lamen with the power of your magical name, using the services of a demon.”
January 5, 2026 at 7:20 PM
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*The Best Kisser in Prague*
🇨🇿
90s vibes
Slow burn
#WipSnips #NA #R #HS
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Mika and Dominik aren't looking for a connection.
It's Prague. The early 90s. Nothing is permanent. There are no rules.
They're each trying so hard to lose themself; can they find each other?
The chemicals in her blood are fading, and she holds on to the sensations as the tram moves forward, forward. If only she could remain in this shaft of light and memory forever. The tram crosses the Vltava and turns. It’s nearly her stop. She’s nearly home—to her empty flat. Ticking clock, tragically, empty. She can’t go from a warm sweater to a desolate apartment. She can’t. The doors open, but, she doesn’t get off. Instead, she rides for two more stops. She goes to Radka’s.
January 4, 2026 at 7:26 PM
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🔎The Alchemist's Last Recipe🔎

An introverted book restorer unravels a murder in a close-knit Prague courtyard community.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #M #cozy
She picked it up and stood beside her courtyard-facing front window, from which position she could look out on the activity in the cobblestoned courtyard without being too obvious. Almost one year… The Nook’s first-year anniversary was coming up. Tucked into the half-courtyard, half-alleyway Macekův dvůr in Mala Strana, her book bindery and restoration workshop occupied the ground floor, and her one bedroom flat was just above. Did it feel like home? No, not yet. But then, nowhere else had ever felt like home either.
January 4, 2026 at 6:14 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch #surfing
Still seated, Danika rolled her shoulders, hoping to release the restless, tingly feeling that had plagued her all day. She’d skipped the cemetery on the actual anniversary, had told herself it was the rain keeping her away, but the clearing skies today had felt like an invitation she couldn’t ignore. Her phone pinged with a surfing forecast notification reporting fair-to-good waves at Cowell’s. Briefly, she imagined paddling out, the calm that came between sets, the feeling that nothing else existed, that all was right in the world. Not that she’d touched her board in the past year. Yet, she couldn’t quite bring herself to delete the app. 
January 3, 2026 at 3:51 PM
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*The Best Kisser in Prague*
🇨🇿
90s vibes
Slow burn
#WipSnips #NA #R #HS
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Mika and Dominik aren't looking for a connection.
It's Prague. The early 90s. Nothing is permanent. There are no rules.
They're each trying so hard to lose themself; can they find each other?
She isn’t a big talker, Natalia. More the gorgeous brooding chain-smoker type. And a little mean, if he’s honest. When they’re out together she’s content to people-critique, sipping coffee or vodka, which suits him just fine. He’s had enough of deep talks. Enough of passionate conversations about books and art and life. Look where that gets you. Still, he doesn’t want to hang out at Glen’s all night. He should head home and break in his new blow torch. But there’s the problem. He’s had zero inspiration since Italy. Absolutely nothing. His notebooks, jammed full of ideas and bursts of new tangents, are all connected to the Art Space. All tainted now. He swigs the rest of his beer, then stares at the empty glass. If he doesn’t decide, Mike will pour him another. Just make a decision, you dick. He stares at his glass.
January 2, 2026 at 1:49 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
The young witch stepped forward. “Come, sister.” While the witches closed the circle, Rowan waited, heart racing, lamen in her hand, finally able to look at it: a silver circle inscribing a Lothian rune and three clear green labradorite stones in the curve of the right side. Perfect. It called to her magic. “Soon,” she whispered to it. “So soon.” With the breeze in her hair, and her power thrumming through her veins, Rowan finally, finally felt like what she was: a witch. Moments later, Grandmother strode towards her. “Well done, Rowan.” Wow, an actual compliment? As she struggled to process that, Grandmother moved on. “Now the real work begins.”
January 1, 2026 at 4:12 PM
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🎧 Sylva and the Velvet Underground - A modern retelling of a well-loved fairytale

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #shortstory #Prague #fairytale
“Come on, little girl, come have a beer with us.” “Sit on my lap, holičičku.” “What time do you get off? Meet us at Radost and we’ll have a great night!” Sylva switched tables with Honza, who was happy to flirt with the men. That shut them up, for the most part. Behind the bar, as Sylva made another round of Turkish coffees for the old ladies, Honza poured more beer for the rowdy suited men. “Honey, that one at the end of the table is definitely coming to Slunička later tonight. I can tell the type. You should come with! It’ll be a scream.” She shook her head. “I have to be home.” Honza rolled his eyes, followed by an air kiss. “Miláčku, you make me sad! The Revolution was three years ago! Everyone is reinventing themselves. You should too.”
December 31, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for December 30th is "sun"

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“Meg, you’re phone won’t stop buzzing.” Warren’s voice woke up Meg, who hadn’t felt the light of the gray sun through the space between the curtains and the windows. “Meg!”
December 30, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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December 30 #WIPsnips – “sun”

Breaking up is hard to do. No, like, for reals when your boyfriend is an manipulative twerp who’s really, really good at posing like a martyr in the name of lurve. A snip from my #WIP “Surface Tension.”
As she contemplated hurling the phone at the teddy bear on her bed, another light gray bubble pushed up Gregory’s first text, followed by a third, a fourth, more, more, more. You said we’re done and I have to respect that. But everything else I said to you this summer was true. Especially that I love you. You are extraordinary, Jenny Larson. Never let anyone make you think you aren’t. I don’t need to tell you this but I will anyway. I am not extraordinary. I am vain and petty and self-indulgent. You already knew this before today and you liked me anyway. I’ll never understand that but I’ll be forever grateful that you did. You know parts of me I’ve only shown to one other person. I thought losing her was the biggest mistake of my life. I had a bigger one to make in losing you. I guess this is it. Whatever you decide to do next I will *always* be grateful I got to know you. You taught me I could love again. I’m sorry I failed you. xGS Blinking back tears, she dropped to her knees and thrust her arm beneath the bedframe to drag out the duffel bag. Fingers trembling, she fumbled with the zipper, nearly tearing open the cheap nylon. She scooped out a tangle of white cotton bed skirt, then gave the half-empty bag a firm shake. The dress spilled out in a cascade of inky black silk, pooling on the battered floorboards of her dorm room. She pressed it to her face. So perfect. The dress smelled of him, of that stupid cologne he liked to wear only during the daytime, and only on weekdays, because, he explained, some scents weren’t made for Saturday sunshine. God, he was so ridiculous. She laughed, even as her heart wrenched open under her own pressure. We were perfect.
December 30, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

Mom.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
“Oh my God, darling, there you are.” She was struggling to collect various items from the car, her enormous Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses sliding down her nose. “I can’t believe you have to go to school at this hour.” Rowan grabbed her bag and moved down the steps to the drive. “Whose car is this?” It was the exact same model as Mom’s BMW, only in fire-engine red. “Mine, honey. It’s mine. I decided I love the red.” “But you just got your car.” Mom giggled. “I know, sweetie, but I’m much more of a red person, don’t you think?” She pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head and regarded her new vehicle in the morning sunlight. “And, I realized you’re sixteen now, so you can have the silver one.” I wondered when you’d remember,
December 30, 2025 at 9:10 PM
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The Secret Library
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Fantasy books already published, and the volumes not yet on shelves. Click to read The Secret Library, by Nadine Flint, a Substack publication with hundreds of subscribers.
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December 29, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

We meet Chris.

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The figure moved forward and she stepped back, looking up into the dark eyes of a guy she’d never seen before. He was tall, wore a black hoodie, and his dark hair stuck up in places. His smile was wry. “Sorry.” He held up his hands, one of which had a vivid red scar where his thumb met the palm. “Really. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He didn’t look like a murderer. Well, only in the way that most high school boys dressed like murderers. Danika attempted a smile, but her heart was pounding and she took another step back. “Yeah, okay. Just…you were sort of lurking there.” The tall boy nodded. “Right. Sorry. Very lurky. Just leaving.” He turned and made his way through the shadows towards the street. Watching his retreating back, she shivered.
December 29, 2025 at 8:51 PM
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I'm proud of myself for investing in myself in multiple ways this past year: jumping into the trenches; trusting my instincts in terms of revisions; tackling different genres; pushing through the lows; finding inspiration amid demoralization... so many things, actually!
#writingcommunity
youdeservepit.bsky.social #YouDeservepIt @youdeservepit.bsky.social · 9d
I’ve been quieter this last year due to some life matters & the pitch space having been saturated this fall, but please know we’re still here & rooting for you!

Until our next event in the new year: What are you proud of yourself for as we end the year #writingcommunity ?
a man wearing a red sweater and tie is sitting on a couch and says mmhm
Alt: a man wearing a red sweater and tie is sitting on a couch and says I’m proud of you, know that, I hope you do
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December 28, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
Angelica’s low voice rang through the clearing. “Let our sister be prepared.” “Go now, daughter of Aisling,” said Brighid. “Prepare for the ritual bath.” Danika left the circle in awe. It was happening. Two weeks of tension lifting off her body made her feel almost weightless. She nearly stumbled as she reached Siran and Melanie, both in white robes of the lightest material, with gold trim at the neckline. They led her past redwoods and madrone to a small lake surrounded by woods. The moon’s reflection glittered on the water and the air caressed her cheeks, cool and threaded with magic. “Welcome, sister,” Siran said when they stopped at the edge of the water. 
December 28, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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🎧 Sylva and the Velvet Underground - A modern retelling of a well-loved fairytale

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #shortstory #Prague #fairytale
Images: Prague passageway, silver boots, silhouette of a head with headphones, an alley; text: The crowd parted as she entered. The sweeping lights caught the silver of her shoes so that they seemed lit from within. Heads turned to watch her making her way forward towards the DJ, and the rhythm seemed to bend around her. Amid the Rave, she was a beacon. She locked eyes with the DJ just as the song segued, and her heart shot out of her body. An electric thrill shot through her, so exhilarating that she froze, in the middle of the dance floor, caught in the hook of the song, and the power of the invisible thread connecting her directly to the DJ’s gaze. The bass dropped.
December 28, 2025 at 8:26 PM
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Both Danika and Rowan were born to witchcraft, and on their 16th birthdays, their magic kicked in. But Rowan being Rowan, she promptly sabotaged herself. Danika is just trying to reconnect with her late mother.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #writingprompts #AwesomeCharacters
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How did your character get started on their current line of work/quest? What started them down that path?

Was it a specific choice they made? Serendipity? Was their hand forced by someone? Was it a mistake?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #writingprompts
December 27, 2025 at 6:41 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
He was in his mid- to late twenties, maybe 5’8”, with skin that made Rowan think of Mediterranean beaches. His nose had probably been broken in the past, but his warm brown eyes and full mouth gave his face a softness that was only offset by the delicious cut of his jaw. He had a few days growth of beard and shaggy hair nearly to his shoulders—not something Rowan normally approved of. When he smiled, Rowan’s skin warmed. “Oh great! You’re here.” “Yep,” Melanie replied. “This is Rowan Standish.” He stuck out his hand. “Luca Rossi.” “Everyone calls him Doctor Luca,” Melanie said. Rowan shook his hand. “Hi. Is that Italian? Rossi?” He had no accent. His smile made the skin beside his eyes crinkle. “That’s right. But I’ve lived in the States since I was in kindergarten. And my mom is actually Iranian. Anyway, I hear you’re willing to help us.” “Yeah, whatever you need.” This was looking a lot more interesting now.
December 27, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch #surfing
December 26, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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🌙 Previous Moons 🌙

A prequel to Early Magic
- Modern druids in Wales
- Dark Academic setting
- second-world portal
- Boss Bitch Villain

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
#F #YA #books #druids
The Crone began to chuckle, and took a step forward, her stick pounding the earth. “Have you? Yes, maybe. These woods can be tricky like that. I can help you remember.” “You live here?” Dylan asked. “Yes,” she replied. She took a step forward. “You came visiting at my home, you did.” Kata pulled Dylan back a step. Mist swirled behind the Crone. Ursanum’s normally heavy air felt like gelatine now, and Dylan’s head hurt. His magic stirred in him protectively. “What is that smell….” The Crone said thoughtfully. “I know that smell.” “We have to go,” Kata said. The Crone grinned again. “No, you must come with me. I will help you—“ “Sorry, we really must—“ “No.” Her voice fell like a dropped boulder. Two more figures stepped out of the mist. Riskhva. “You smell like delicious magic.” Hunger flashed in the Crone’s eyes, focused directly on Dylan. She lifted her stick and took another step.
December 25, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #Q #F #YA #Querying #witch
Image: close up of be-ringed hands clutching the handle of a mid-sized cauldron; text: The Standish witches were all women, their husbands apparently non-magical, or not powerful enough to make the wall. Rowan had never met her own father and knew almost nothing about him. Ginger always blew the topic off. “Just a random hottie,” she liked to say. “Don’t you worry, honey. He was delicious.” As for her grandfather, he’d died young and Angelica never mentioned him. Ginger had shrugged when Rowan had pressed her for information. “I don’t know, honey. I don’t remember him at all. Mom says it’s private and ‘in the past,’ so I guess she doesn’t want to talk about her lovers.” Then she’d burst into laughter. “It’s not like it matters,” she’d added. No, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the magic, and that was passed through the female line. Magic Rowan didn’t have.
December 25, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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#writestuff
For me, harder. I'm trying to master shorts, but it's a steep learning curve.
writestuff.bsky.social WriteStuff @writestuff.bsky.social · 13d
#WriteStuff Q2 Are short stories easier or harder to write than longer forms?
December 24, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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🧹 EARLY MAGIC 🧹

🏄‍♀️ California vibes
😡 Frenemies to enemies
🎭 Opening night drama
❣️ Romantic debacles

Rowan doesn't care. Really.

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December 24, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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If you are a children’s fiction self-published or small-published author, you should query us!

Visit helleborelit.com for more info 🌸

#literaryagency #foreignrights #translationrights #booksky
September 25, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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The #1 movie from when you were 10 years old is how your 2026 is going to go.

This is a little worrying, considering how The Empire Strikes Back ends. But I'm still happy I get to brag on this movie, because not only do I love the film, but Harrison Ford is my not-so-secret crush.
December 23, 2025 at 7:56 PM