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Chandler Hinton 📓
@chandlerhinton.bsky.social
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I write about soulstealers, rotting kingdoms, and people who seethe instead of burn. THREADWALKER nears completion. Open to rep inquiries.
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Imara really can't seem to catch a break...

My #WIPSnips submission for "shirt"

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“Sava would never,” Imara said. “I’ve done plenty of crimes like this and she never has. Besides, she would have ratted me out the second she saw me if that was the case.” “Oh,” Teorin cut back. “You’re regularly stealing high royal’s souls?” Imara didn’t necessarily have an answer for that. “Still,” she said. “Sava respects the code.” “I agree,” Bue said, his voice taking on an unfamiliar lilt. “Sava is a good, good girl. She’d never do that.” If I can’t trust her, who can I? “Imara,” Sava asked. “Can you come in here? I need help fastening the back of this shirt.” She looked at Bue and Teorin. “I’ll be back.” Imara looked at the door—sturdy, oak—and grabbed onto the handle. As she passed the threshold and felt the the barrier secure, a fist slammed into her face. As soon as Imara recovered, she saw what Teorin had predicted—Sava in full assassin’s attire and daggered fist waiting for her. “Traitor,” Imara seethed. “Extractor,” Sava spat back. A crash came from the room behind them. “Bue?!” Teorin’s muffled voice cried out, followed by Kaya’s. Imara been set up like a child. Her hand grasped the attacker’s hand as it descended upon her. The only bounty you are collecting is in Hell, she thought.
November 12, 2025 at 10:49 AM
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Your prose is very immersive while staying efficient and clean—I love it!
September 7, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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One coin in the right hands can change everything.

Here's my submission from Threadwalker for #WIPSnips for "nowhere"
“Poor girl,” Imara said as they approached. “Can you flick her a queensmark out of my share? I’m feeling generous.” Bue reached in, and decided to contribute a queensmark of his own, making a whole kingsmark. It would get some food in her stomach and maybe even a new coat if she was smart with it. It would cut into the profit, but Bue couldn’t deny his coin purse was almost overflowing. “Thank you,” she said, quietly shifting out of the fetal position and clutching the coin with her life. Now Mai was sitting before him in leather boots and a tunic that made him a little envious; she had clearly made that kingsmark multiply. He did himself a favor by not thinking about how. “You’re that girl?” he asked, trying to keep his mouth from falling agape. “You look completely different.” “I’d hope so,” she said. “If you helped someone like me, I’m sure I’m not the only one.” “I guess I’ve felt like I’ve brought a lot of death to this place lately,” Bue said, taking a sip of the earthy tea, its warmth a strange reassurance. “I know it’s all necessarily but it’s still death and the unceremonious kind at that.” “Balance,” she said. “Sometimes you rebuild, other times you destroy. It’s what a place like this demands of you. Just don’t let the souls warp you.” The last sentence hit him like a cart of bricks. The souls are charring me, he thought.
September 7, 2025 at 10:32 AM
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Crucidans don't enjoy coffee much, but they love their tea. And perhaps being cruel 💀

#WIPSnips #SFF #GildedCage #LGBTQWriters #writesky #writingcommunity #FemaleCenteredFantasy
“We had to throw the flowers out entirely because the gardener cut them horizontally instead of at an angle, like I specifically requested,” Calista heard Estrella complain from the other side of the tea table as they sat in the Palladium’s sun-room. “I don’t see why we put the effort into sending the subalterns to school they aren’t even going to learn anything.” “Perhaps it was a mistake,” Calista said, placing her card on the game set up before them. “Those do happen you know.” The two other girls in attendance, Catalina and Sofia, giggled at the comment. In all reality, the heir to the Reyes title had been prattling on about nonsense like this since they were toddlers. Looking at them all, she knew these were the closest people she had to friends and even then she couldn’t help but wonder if that would still be the case if she was of the same rank as them—or lower. Calista didn’t feel as if the waters ran very deep with them. There was never a world she could tell them about Jere—or Imara and Bue—or the fact that she gave away the Crown’s wealth like it was nothing last night.
September 4, 2025 at 10:33 AM
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Thank you very much!! :)
July 22, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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My submission to #WIPSnips

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“Brothers!” he yelled, bringing the room to a quiet. “The Saints have bestowed upon us the answer to our prayers.” The room responded with murmured cheers. “Watch as they I demonstrate how they’ve leveled the playing field,” he continued, pulling out a bucket of a dark blue fluid. As it swirled in the vat, the liquid emanated an ominous, repulsive energy. “Please!” she cried, as she looked up, she locked eye contact with Imara. Part of her mind told her to descend upon the group but she knew it would be pointless. 10 men? She could handle. 100 was just too much. He didn’t grant her a response as he dunked her hand in the vat. The room flashed pink before quickly turning back to normal, except now the woman was screaming in agony. When her hand was revealed again, Imara’s stomach dropped—the intricate, intertwining lines that should have painted her hands had vanished. She almost lost her balance on the perch as her eyes flew away from the window. “What the hell?” Imara cried under her breath, wincing at the searing sizzle on her own markings. She felt at them, letting out a sigh of relief when she could confirm in the moonlight they were still there. The screams of the Gora continued in her ears, driving into them like needles. If there was nothing to be done, then she needed to leave. Climbing down, her hands felt so weak she feared she might just tumble off the tower. As her feet met the ground again, her breath felt cold. “Let’s go,” she demanded. “Are you okay?” Teorin asked. “I don’t know,” Imara said. “I just want to get out of here.” One resounding truth kept playing through Imara’s mind: if Erebus could do that to one Gora then he’d to it to them all.
July 22, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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This is a godsend, thank you!!
July 22, 2025 at 6:14 AM
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Here is my contribution to #WIPSnips for “certify”. Been MIA doing some deep edits—glad to be back at it. Enjoy!

#THREADWALKER
IMARA "Fuck with my mind again and I'll knock your teeth in," she said, cutting though his playfulness like a hot blade. No part of her sovereignty being violated came off as cheeky. "Understood," he said, his voice gaining gravity. Then, there was a tense, lingering pause. "You don't hold any sort of prejudice, do you?" In the coolness of the cellar, she could feel what it was like to stand next to someone else who might get judged before they walk into the room. "I fear what you can do," Imara said as she slid a bottle of aged wine into her gloved hands. "Rich coming from you," he said, looking at his own. Imara couldn't help but slightly gasp at the blunt statement. The brunette looked up. "No disrespect," he said. "I'm just not going to let you judge me for melting minds while you yank souls." She swallowed hard, driving brown her eyes into him. "You have a point," she said, feeling the philosophical walls closing in on her. Jurists and Gora had never gotten along; perhaps, it was because their praxis shared too much of the same heartbeat. Neither group had been able to certify the other wasn't trying to kill them. "So, I say we make an agreement that I won't mess with your mind and you make sure to not render my soul," he said with an air of lightness. "You're probably right," she said, loosening her shoulders. "They'll never understand upstairs." "Not a shot in hell," Jere said as they ascended the stairs. Coming to the top, Imara felt soothed by the tentative alliance. As long as it held. CHANDLER HINTON
July 21, 2025 at 10:15 AM