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Siege of the Spirit
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Wrestling bipolar disorder through music and writing. And horses.
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Forgoing each #burger
I choose to be well,
My insides are happier,
No cow lived a hell
For me. Needs saying.

#WIPSnips #Poetry #Micropoetry #PlantBased #Vegan
November 11, 2025 at 1:32 PM
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8 Ways to Manage Noise Sensitivity With Bipolar www.bphope.com/bipolar-buzz...
8 Ways to Ease Sound Sensitivity Linked to Bipolar Disorder | bpHope.com
Noise sensitivity can be part of living with bipolar disorder. Here are practical ways to reduce stress and feel more in control.
www.bphope.com
November 11, 2025 at 3:45 AM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
Very cool juniper #snag on a cliff! Seen on a recent #trailride. I love how it sits among the rocks. #tree #nature #trail #SundaySnag
Bare juniper tree snag sitting on and among lichen covered crags and boulders with a few bare-branched bushes and one green tree overhead- piñon or another juniper I can’t tell.
November 10, 2025 at 1:56 AM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
Sneaking #caturday under the wire. This is absolutely me!
Four panels of drawings 1. Cat looks out window “I am so lonely…” 2. Cat looks out window “Why must I live alone in this solitude?” 3. Arm reaching to pet cat, cat turns back angrily “Don’t fucking touch me!! 4. Cat looks out window “Will this loneliness ever end?”
November 9, 2025 at 5:47 AM
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A thing about what God allows

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #fantasy #darkfantasy #little #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
White text on a black and purple sky background threaded with lightning reads: “God would never hurt himself. That's absurd!" "How little you know of the torment of God." Siege of the Spirit
November 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
Last Saturday’s gorgeous #trailride on my beautiful, faithful #trailhorse Zil.
Between the ears view of riding a bay Arabian mare on a trail between a yellow meadow and creepy evergreens Between the ears view of riding a bay Arabian mare on a trail through a yellow meadow toward an evergreen/aspen woods with bright yellow aspen canopy visible through on an opposite mountain slope. Photo is a little blurry. Left side of image: a tall evergreen on a steep mountain slope. Center: three creepy snags. Background: A leafless Aspen forest coating a neighboring mountain slope
November 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
A week later I’m doing much better. I spent the entirety of last weekend writing an angry letter, brooding, and riding my horse recklessly. Somewhere amid it all I recognized my #bipolar #paranoia. I was in crisis. I took a breath, called the letter therapy, petted my mare, and forgave myself.
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social Siege of the Spirit @siegeofthespirit.bsky.social · 11d
Boss called me at home today for help pulling an activity report and didn’t say why. Of course my brain is in the worst case scenario. I was WRITING, too! & now I can’t. Whole weekend ahead to freak out and worry. 🤯😭😭 #bipolar #anxiety It’s just a monster.😅
My supportive daughter tho.
My daughter: “you've proven yourself enough times to hold your own” Me: OMG I love you Daughter: It's true though.
November 9, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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m-walshwrites.com
#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky
She was about to ask him what his plans were, when she saw land ahead through the mist and fog. “Are we docking already?” she asked. “I thought the voyage would take longer?” “We’re not going north. Not by sea anyway. That’s the west side of the strait ahead.” “Oh,” she said. “I thought that—” “Captain says the northern passage is too dangerous,” he interrupted. “That mess in Seba’s screwed up all the shipping around here, so he’s only taking us across. How do you think I got it so cheap?” She nodded, accepting what he told her with no way of knowing how to question it. Looking at the Tosser’s condition, she supposed a voyage north wasn’t feasible anyway. The ship was a rickety bucket with only two sails and seemed to be held together by its Captain’s willpower and little else. A longer journey in relative comfort was probably preferable to a shorter one on the leaking tub.
November 8, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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arachnereid.bsky.social
"Sometimes, dramatic shift doesn’t feel dramatic. It’s just a whispered intent and then later, on reflection, you realize you’ve shifted, and are no longer the person you were before."

#WIPsnips #growth #PersonalGrowth
Sometimes, epic growth hits you full force. You feel you’ve transcended, and will never be the same. Then, life settles back in on you. You, with problems and insecurities and worries. But also you, with more tools than you had before. You, a little more aware of All That Could Be. Sometimes, dramatic shift doesn’t feel dramatic. It’s just a whispered intent and then later, on reflection, you realize you’ve shifted, and are no longer the person you were before.
November 8, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
Writing a new transformation ritual into my world's lore. It's awesome being in the zone.

#writing #worldbuilding #fantasy #Forndom #NorseMusic youtu.be/Sj2gVum8C9I
FORNDOM - Disar (Official Single 2024)
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November 9, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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A thing about what God allows

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #fantasy #darkfantasy #little #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
White text on a black and purple sky background threaded with lightning reads: “God would never hurt himself. That's absurd!" "How little you know of the torment of God." Siege of the Spirit
November 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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grandiloquentwords.bsky.social
Vibe Check - Which one are you today?
A grid with nine squares, each square displaying a different word with a corresponding cat. Square one = Multiloquous Square two = Languorous Square three = Sanguine Square four = Pernicious Square five = Surfeited Square six = Gobsmacked Square seven = Feral Square eight = Jubilant Square nine = Nihilistic
November 7, 2025 at 4:37 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #movement

Well, they’re trying to get it together, but Rush is in poor shape for escape.

Note: “waiden” is the plural of “waidin,” a little boat.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
"Where's Cerel?" Drisal asked. Rushak glimpsed him sigh and look around, that simple MOVEMENT betraying his fatigue. "He's gone to seek a way for the horses to get around the cave to the ridge top," Theris said. "Shouldn't you be doing that?" "Ideally, but we have to tend to him. We may not have another chance." Theris knelt beside Rushak and eached for his things as Drisal dithered anxiously, finally settling on his other side, andhanded over the basin. "You have wrecked your waiden if you think you're going to touch me again." Rushak lifted an arrow to his eye, testing it for straightness. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 7, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#Novmemeber
There are a lot of songs that vibe various parts. Today’s, I call The Marinell Anthem because it so completely resonates with the dynamics among Drisal, Rushak and Lord Deran their father. Serj even makes himself sound like three voices singing together by the end! youtu.be/CSvFpBOe8eY
November 6, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity Don’t have the word, but I do have it.

The #penultimate feeding. (Supplies low in the hideout.) Drisal probably wasn’t the right person for the job.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Five days later the clouds swept over the mountains, oozing a frozen mist. Drisal pulled the stiff, crackling tarp from over the hay. Scooping up half, he pictured the morrow. He'd be scraping the last leaves off the icy ground with his hands. The horses were already going hungry. What would they do—Iryla's tears! His stomach spasmed. It hurt. A ball of iron shards... He nearly crumbled. Lurching toward the horses he broke up his armful of hay, tossing little portions into the corral as he stumbled past in his hurry to reach his brother's side. Zephyr did not hesitate. He yanked his half-trimmed hoof out of Virgil's grasp and raced Shalhra to their sparse breakfast, ears pinned. "Fortune fail you, gemworker! Why didn't you wait?" Virgil cried, brandishing his knife. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 6, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #trail

Cerel struggles to stay in the moment. But shock has the better of him.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Drisal wrenched himself free of Cerel's gentle grasp. "I have not made this long journey to leavehim." Overhead, a raven swooped through the column of smoke. Thunder came nearer, and falling snow hissed on the fire as Drisal stood, his feet planted in the mud with demented stubbornness, rivulets TRAILing from his uncovered head. It occurred to Cerel to try his explanation again. What was it? The sense of unreality clung to him, surrounding the core idea. *He had been here before. He slogged on cloven hooves through the blood-churned mud around the pit, his horn heavy on his head. His mane stuck to his neck in the oily rain, the frozen rain. Wet hail dropped and melted, washed the blood, while morning sunlight made kaleidoscopes of the mist ... when was it? Words, words, strange in his mind ... he was so sad. The world disintegrated beneath his feet.* Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 5, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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November 4, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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Hellback’s terrible creation stalks the Forest. Its new life is death.

Doing something unusual (for me) posting a regular-type snippet over here, and really late, too!

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #steel #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
The creature sought a young man. His eyes were like blinding lights, and his voice was like the singing of summer birds. His hair was golden and short, and he wore a sash about the head. He was to be found in a dwelling at the southwestern part of the Forest. It was to this dwelling the dark creature hurried, for there its purpose would be fulfilled. But ahead, two Sheltri approached, mounted and armed. Clumsily it ducked into the brush, but one Sheltri saw the movement in the full dark of night. "Who's there?" They drew closer, their drawn swords invisible with the keen scent of STEEL in the air. Only their eyes shone, those terrible lights. The creature leaped to its feet. "Breath of Iryla, what is it?" Iryla. The creature rocked back from that name, but held its ground. It had terrible lights of its own. Siege of the Spirit A.C. Turek
November 5, 2025 at 4:41 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #steel

On the disposal of bullies.
Drisal and Rushak

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Drisal lowered his sword, the heat of affront draining from him. "Good shot. But you've soiled my sharpening-stone." "You were going to strike him," Rushak replied, eying the blade. "I wanted the honor for myself." Drisal nodded understanding, with a rueful glance at his weapon as he sheathed it. "It would have been a terrible mistake. But he should've tasted STEEL for those words." "No, Drie. You've not been yourself these last days. A rage consumes you. I have never seen you like this. You were ready to murder him! You know their taunts have long ceased to hurt me. Their good opinion, well, we both know what it is worth." Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 4, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
Rushak
Plays harp
Is on fire
#Novmemeber
November 3, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#NovemberWorldbuilders
3. Yellow/orange: Drisal and Rushak change and imprint a topaz to be used to tell friend from foe.

They make a prayer-stone of citrine quartz with a second, secret purpose that broadcasts its owner’s intention to any prey they may target.

Gold is a beacon, the color (1/2)
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 9d
It's #NovemberWorldbuilders!
We're talking about colors in our worlds! Tell me about something in your world that's YELLOW or ORANGE? I find that these two are often underrated/underused in worldbuilding, so I'd love to hear what you have. Maybe something symbolic of the sun or made of gold?
#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 1: Colors Something in your world that is YELLOW/ORANGE The image in the background is a blurred picture of a foresty/rocky landscape with lightning and a mountain in the background
November 4, 2025 at 3:55 AM
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racthoh.bsky.social
#WIPSnips Steel. I had a few I really liked for this one, but our hero's final speech as he stands emotionally broken is my favorite.

Text in the alt.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky
“Strength is a virtue I brandish not. For a moment there was some glimmer of resistance, when sweet tranquility rekindled feelings unfelt for an eon. Her embrace only drove me further beyond saving. I am undone. I tread aimlessly in a sea of sorrows, abandoning the shore’s solace. No rest, no reprieve. I am left with one purpose: to ensure the wars, the tale, the pain I felt are absent from my people until the days when the warmth of the sun abandons them. I will unmake civilization, rupturing the core of all life from this plane. I have become you. I have become as wicked as the very worst. It is this place, the people, the Gods, all of it manufactured to make you hate and loathe one another, to make you seek power and dominion over all others! I have lived it. I have experienced it, wielded it with absolute mastery. I have reveled in the forbidden power and understood its allure. But it must end. It has to all end, to be locked away behind steel and stone without a key,” I announced as the blades began to merge before my eyes.
November 4, 2025 at 6:20 PM
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brandyo71.bsky.social
#wipsnips
#writingcommunity
#writersofbluesky
#writesky
#booksky
#amediting
#litfic
Once, after Ali died, a kindly therapist, an older Jewish woman with a beautiful salt and pepper bob and a way of talking straight that made Helen feel seen and respected, said to Helen that she had a tiger in a box. Joan said a steel box, locked and wrapped in lengths of chains. And that Helen knew how to tame the tiger well, knew how, when it rattled its cage, to turn away from it, to turn towards movement, productivity, projects, anything distracting. The tiger would eventually settle. But someday, someday, Joan told her, that tiger would find its way out. It won’t die in there. It will force you to open the box yourself. To open the box and look it in the eye. That is the only way to find out that it can’t eat you. Easy, tiger. Down, boy. Not today.
November 4, 2025 at 9:10 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #nice

Cerel is preparing for his Investiture. His brother Jer is with him.

Only 3 instances of this word!

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
"Who's that for?" Jer asked. "Rush." A late afternoon breeze stirred leaves and blew curly shavings through the rail. He looked out into the tree, where a little brown rushan perched on its nest, feeding a worm to its young. In a tree nearby, its mate trilled its three melodies in endless succession. "He's no love for Iryla, but I thought maybe if he carried her symbol, even if only for me, it would afford him a little of her grace. Is that foolish?" Jer smiled. "I've never been able to figure you out. You have always been impossible, yet you're wise beyond your cycles. Yours is the biggest heart I have ever known." Cerel dropped his eyes. "What about all these others?" Jer went on. "Are you making something for everybody?" "Well, yes. I think for my Ritual it would be NICE to give gifts to all who stand with me." "That'll be a lot of carvings." Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 3, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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Revenant.

When our souls, emotions are compromised we are open to the invasion of hellish thoughts. It’s best to recognize them for what they are, just scary monsters to be banished.

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #monster #Halloween #WIP #fantasy #darkfantasy #undead #bipolar
Something dark groped its way through the Forest. Though awkward, it moved silently, black rags dripping from its body like wet, rotten leaves. It was black, hairless and two legged. It cowered as it crept along, and stopped often to smell the air and listen, staring up into the branches of a tree or into distant a lights! Then it would sit. Its head would fall to its knees, and it would begin rocking like a lost child or a fresh-made monster mourning the loss of its humanity. Siege of the Spirit Image: white text over a dark, burnt forest
October 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM