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Tara S Geir
@tarasgeir.bsky.social
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Enthusiastic beta reader and reluctant writer. Looking for new authors to discover. Also loves dogs.
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tarasgeir.bsky.social
Spotted both these books on my travels this afternoon and tempted by both. Are they worth it?
November 14, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Late today due to sleep-needing reasons! Kazuo is daring Noah to go explore a creepy place. (Let's be real, Noah would totally do it even without the bribe 😂)

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
He squinted, pretending to think it over. His eyes gleamed in that Kazuo-ish way that made you feel like he knew exactly who he was and exactly who you were and exactly how to come out on top no matter what. It was his card-playing look. Everyone always hated playing cards with Kazuo. He loved it that they hated it. “Alright, Noah.” He stroked his chin. “How about this? You go in there, mm, ten paces? And I’ll let you keep the Nwissy for a week.” “Five paces, and I keep the Nwissy for good.” He winced. “Oh now, Noah. If you’re going to be that way about it, we can just forget it. I don’t care about you going in there that much.” “You guys!” Jon growled. “I really don’t think anyone should be—!” “Alright, fine,” I backpedaled. “How about I go in... twelve paces, and you let me keep the Nwissy for... a month?” “Deal!” We shook on it.
November 14, 2025 at 2:46 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Grio will blow up, literally. His blood is pulled out of his veins, through his skin and forms glowing balls of white-hot light that he can control.
Cailo is simmer, simmer, explode. Alitzah is passive aggressive violent rage. Oula and I'anthal don't get angry. They get even. #AwesomeCharacters
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 1d
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

What makes your character angry?

Are there specific people, circumstances, actions, or words that cause them to lose their temper?

What does losing their temper tend to look like?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 14, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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woodenvelt.bsky.social
#Bookvember 14

A book that acted as a mirror for me was the Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. In particular, the line below about being a witch and knowing things. I was always a weird kid, and this spoke to me. It didn't matter that I read it in my 30s.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #WritingCommunity
A drawing of a small girl holding a frying pan. Her back is to the viewer and she is wearing a blue dress, sturdy boots, and has her brown hair pulled into a ponytail. A quote from the book Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett is beside the girl. It says She couldn't be the prince, and she'd never be a princess, and she didn't want to be a woodcutter, so she' be a witch and know things. A book cover for the book The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. It is the first book in the Tiffany Aching series of Discworld books. The cover shows 6 small blue men with red tartans and wild red hair wrestling a sheep to the ground. All you can see of the sheep is it's head and shoulders. In the background there is a blue sky and green hills. Beneath the title are the words they're small, they're blue, and nobody messes with them.
November 14, 2025 at 12:07 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
For today’s #WIPSnips it’s what the anniversary surprise Gloria got for Isley. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 14, 2025 at 9:34 AM
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gunsmile.bsky.social
I wrote this last night, made revisions this morning, and made myself tear up. 🥲 From Chapter 4 of THE CRUCIBLE OF THE BROKEN MOON, my space opera romantasy.
Lex took a deep, steadying breath. She thought of her bedroom in the Golden Palace and the lifetime’s worth of her belongings on its shelves and walls: Childhood dolls faded with age and love. Her clar dorn board, its stone pieces worn smooth from countless games. Her late grandmother’s beloved harpa and the books of sheet music she’d inherited. Her thoughts traveled from the bedroom through the rest of the palace. They lingered on the ancient tapestries with their gorgeous forest scenes; on the massive kitchen where the cook snuck her fresh sickleberry scones, even as an adult; and on the rear garden at the height of summer, when the snowbelles were in full bloom, filling the air with their delicate fragrance. How her mother loved those flowers. If she left, would she see her room again? Taste sickleberry? Feel the warmth of the Belenosi sun? Smell the snowbelles and know her mother was near? It didn’t matter. Her mother was dead. And if Lex didn’t leave, all hope died with her. She met Talna’s gaze. “Offworld, then. Let’s do it.”
November 13, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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pjccahill.bsky.social
#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter - the little kernel that blooms into attraction for Kiseki toward Hasava. This is still early, and part of developing Kiseki's inner world for the reader.
#writesky #writingcommunity #fantasy #yafiction #demon #sapphic
-Print/eBook/KU: a.co/d/c4RtAOj
Kiseki thought more on Hasava as she left her work building. A little, reflexive smile unconsciously grew. Initially, Kiseki had been too scared to offend Kyoka or her 'general' to admit how scared she was. That faded quickly, however. Hasava had become her friend. Likely a one-sided friendship, Kiseki accepted that, but the warmth was welcome. Hasava was diligent and patient. She listened intently. The way Hasava looked into Kiseki's eyes was so clear in memory. It was almost piercing, but the pure fixation and focus in it -- after Kiseki's life of being ignored, shunned, and avoided -- was deeply affirming and soothing. #WIPSnips a Bluesky Writing Community Tag Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social November 10th - November 16th. November 10 - local November 11 - burger November 12 - shirt November 13 - build November 14 - week November 15 - progress November 16 - run
November 13, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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danfbispo.bsky.social
Yana would insist she doesn't find memes funny, and then laugh until she got a tummyache the moment you showed her this one.

#Novmemeber 13
A two-panel meme template with the caption "if you had a time machine what would you go back and fix?" "me:" followed by someone using a stick to push the first fish to walk on land back into the water.
November 13, 2025 at 5:27 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Today has been a day! Early morning, navigating floods and unexpected work so for everyone else who’s had a loooong day, and just because you guys rock, my fave meme.
November 13, 2025 at 5:23 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Grio and Strope would enjoy this for different reasons. Strope because he’s nerdy and would laugh as it’s Taskmaster. Grio would point and say that was his plan all along. (I wanted the ‘football in the groin’ gif for Grio but it’s not on Bluesky) #Novmemeber
November 13, 2025 at 11:40 AM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Grio prefers to daydream about fancy clothes rather than consider arson. #WIPSnips #WriteSky#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 13, 2025 at 11:19 AM
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jimthevampire.bsky.social
The conclusion of the 'Emotions Trilogy' from Statues Erode. First day sad, second day happy, third day neutral. Elara explores the empty and desolate space ship Thalassa.

#WIPSnips
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#WritingPrompts
#WritingCommunity
#SciFiWriters
#sff
“I need to sit down.” The Rec was still with her, blessing and curse wrapped into a smarmy, overconfident companion. “You must continue. There is no seating in this portion of the ship.” Her eyes rolled so hard she could feel fresh sweat gathering under the lids. “I know that, I mean I need a minute. I think I tore every muscle in my forearms. Who built this thing? It’s like trying to open a submarine at the bottom of the sea.” “It is unlikely that you have permanently injured yourself. However, the pressure release valves are designed to be turned by machine, in planetary atmosphere. Your physical fitness has served our needs well. Congratulations.” “Yeah, thanks.” She groped for a button on the helmet, that she both couldn’t feel through thick gloves or see for its positioning. “Boy, I’m glad nobody is here watching me hitting myself in the head to turn the light on. And I have an itch under my nose I can’t scratch! I hate space!” With a whack, the helmet lamps suddenly shot their beams into the dark access corridor beyond. “One problem down.” There wasn’t much to see, just a dingy, tight metal hallway with a grated floor, exactly like the one on Tartarus. She was right below the supply store with its massive building sized prefabs all waiting to be pieced together on a planet they would probably never reach. “To the bow then I guess
November 13, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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ddwardiswriting.bsky.social
Fiona stood waiting at the gate of Castle Octavian when I exited. She had dressed in sturdy black trousers and a matching long coat. She wore a crimson sash across her waist, bound by a silver cylindrical clasp. The clasp looked like the one she had worn yesterday. She also wore a white linen button up shirt with a detachable imperial high collar. She wore the shirt with the top four buttons open, exposing more than a little cleavage. I bit my lip. That fashion choice couldn’t be accidental. Did she want me looking at her? She must want that, mustn’t she? I thought back to her previous outfit. Were low cut necklines her style? Mother had thought that Fiona was straight, but I knew better from Lynn's playthroughs. I waved at Fiona as I approached. She waved in response. “Good morning Lady Ren,” She said. “Did you not think trousers would be more practical? In the event that things turn violent, your skirt is lovely but dangerous.” I looked down at my kelly green pleated maxi dress. The dress was high waisted and reached down to my ankles. But it did provide more range of motion than most dresses. “Don’t I look good in my dress?” I asked, I spun to flare the dress and the mantle. When I stopped my spin, I noticed Fiona was blushing. She coughed, “You look splendid. I did not mean to imply otherwise. I rarely imply anything. My concern was your safety.” “Thank you. You look amazing too. I love your shirt,” I paused, “I’m not staring at your chest, I promise.”
November 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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aldwinbeckett.bsky.social
Now it's for real.

👩 two women
🐈‍⬛ fluffy cat
🏡 wooden shack
🗻 mountains
🌲 forest

Some love.
Some madness.
Some waltz under the lone tree.

Ebook: mybook.to/souvienne
Hardcover available at 24th.

It's been quite a ride.

#art #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Debut #SelfPub #Authors
Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range. To those who, at least once in their lives, yearned to abandon the world and vanish into the quiet embrace of a forest hut. 1. Things to Escape From Looking back, I can only marvel at the extraordinary coincidences that conspired to bring me face-to-face with Souvienne on a bleak, snowy eve in January of 1967, amidst the foothills of Strath Fillan. Three months prior, I took my first step off the train that had left me alone on the small, narrow platform nestled between two tracks.
November 12, 2025 at 1:29 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
What’s better than a dead person’s bloody shirt? Socks! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM
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jimthevampire.bsky.social
Okay got a kinder one today. It's happy Ben! The most motivated guy ever to step on a Titanis Systems Hauler ☺️

#WIPSnips
#WritingCommunity
#WriteSky
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#SciFiWriters
#sff
He smiled and stretched leisurely, bed covers falling away; all sleepiness gone, he felt alive! He leapt out of bed and scooted across the floor hopping from foot to foot. “My Lord, that is cold.” Rifling through the small possessions drawer he quickly wrangled some socks on to his size tens, felt the warm relief instantly. No time to dally. A few stretches, a hatful of sit ups, some pull ups on the protruding pipe and some slow press ups until his arms shook with the effort. He checked the dressing on his forearm, amazed at the lack of pain, it stayed resolutely stuck in place. The pang in his belly told him it was time for breakfast. He rolled up the shirt sleeve for the dressing and put on actual trousers. No need for overalls! The three hours until he was on shift meant three hours of Ben time. The cavernous warehouse could wait. He picked a clean white towel from the back of the door and left the bunk, moving softly through quiet corridors, the dim yellow glow of night cycle illumination felt like the first glow of sunrise. Somewhere in amongst the slow gurgle of the pipe work, he heard a squeaking. Even aboard ship, there was life, untamed by humans
November 12, 2025 at 8:37 AM
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jimthevampire.bsky.social
Hey book,
November 12, 2025 at 7:43 AM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
#Novmemeber past me thought this was alright?!
November 12, 2025 at 7:20 AM
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danfbispo.bsky.social
No burgers, but here's the infamous Bread--the one, singular case of people eating in the entirety of First Light.

To be fair, it's good bread.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 11, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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5feetofredfury.bsky.social
Convincing you to read my novel by the first sentence. Share yours!

From Dance of Demons (out now!)
Ravenous hounds bayed in the distance.

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Dance of Demons mockups in ebook, mobile, and paperback
November 11, 2025 at 11:10 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Try to have a snack on the sofa and this is my view.
November 11, 2025 at 10:49 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
Convincing you to read my novel by the first sentence. Share yours if you want!

From ‘First to Fall’
The entrance to Hart Moons Yard could only be found if people looked up for the fish.
November 11, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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kleighdiaz.bsky.social
Sharing this stunning piece I had commissioned from @professoremily.bsky.social for my little post-apoc kiddos! Thank you so much, Emily!! You’re the best!

Featuring: Micah, Lennie, and the one-and-only Shrimp.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky
Digital art by @professoremily.bsky.social of a teen boy (~15), teen girl (~14), and young boy (~10): Micah, Lennie, and Shrimp, respectively, from my post-apocalyptic WIP. Upward-angle view of them, set against a backdrop of trees. They show signs of trekking through the woods—arms and knees scuffed up, clothes disheveled and muddy. Micah is closest in the foreground, with a dark crossbow partially raised, an arrow set in it with a purple fletching. He’s looking to his left, on alert. He has tan skin, medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, and wears a black, sleeveless vest, green v-neck shirt, and dark jeans. Behind him is Lennie, in a blue shirt and red shorts. She has copper hair (braided) and matching eyes with a smattering of freckles across lightly tanned cheeks. She’s looking off into the distance with an expression of concern, her face partially in shadow while she holds Shrimp’s hand. He is bald and pale-skinned, though partially illuminated by golden sunlight, smiling and seemingly carefree—a stark contrast to the expressions of the other two. He wears mismatched clothing: a loose red tie that hangs low on his chest, a wrinkled, orange-collared shirt, and a faded maroon robe. Golden hour sunlight shines through massive trees, a canopy of green obscuring the sky, foliage on the forest floor, mushroom caps on tree trunks. A single, bent 70mph speed limit sign is off to the left, covered in rust.
November 11, 2025 at 1:40 PM
tarasgeir.bsky.social
We have a fair few Stephen Fry books. I love his Greek mythology series most. #Bookvember
Stephen Fry books on shelf including the Fry Chronicles, making history, myths, heroes and Troy. Along with other biographies from Terry Thomas, Carrie Fisher.
November 11, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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erikaarivett.bsky.social
There is just nothing burger or burger adjacent lol Literally all mentions of food are pretty explicitly East Asian fare except this one time Koji was eating pizza 😂

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy
“Koji, what are you doing up here dressed like that?” I say, restraining an eye roll. “What?” He looks down at his clothes. “I just got back from the Ningenkai.” “And was food the main reason for your visit?” Kin asks, drumming his fingers on crossed arms. “Hey, the Ningenkai does a few things right,” Koji replies with a shrug. “Pizza is one of them.”
November 11, 2025 at 11:39 AM