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evonhammer.bsky.social
E.V. Hammer (she/her)
@evonhammer.bsky.social
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Romance writer with a love of zombies, demons, and the Apocalypse.
Currently drafting Revenant Seraphim a dark post-apocalyptic romance.
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#WIPSnips Jan 18
Revenant Seraphim (1st draft) Testing new post format.
Revenants are forbidden from forming romantic relationships, their sense of feeling dulled to ignore it. Sam is different.

#writesky #postapocalypse #romance
January 20, 2026 at 2:36 AM
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#WIPSnips January 18th
From Revenant Seraphim (1st draft)
Sam, a rover in the Post-Apocalyptic west, has been captured by a raiding band thought to be lost to myth, the Seraphim, now she must escape or risk becoming a monster with them.
#writesky #romance #postapocalypse
A screen shot reading The wagon rumbled down the ancient interstate. Nothing more than a flattened line cutting through the wilds. Despite a century of neglect, the places the old ones had carved into hills and mountains were clear. Like a giant had stepped on them and left a trail. Slabs of asphalt still remained. With tall grass growing through them. Some upturned; while others crumbled under foot.
January 19, 2026 at 12:34 AM
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#WIPSnips Jan. 17th "Gold"
Revenant Seraphim (1st draft), a post-apocalyptic dark supernatural romance

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A screen shot reading: "There isn't a name for it. Other than what you felt." He stood up and walked over to the steps of the deck to sit. "It was my fault. I'm sorry." Sam snapped her head towards him. The smoke was gone, now. He was just Elias, in his stained white cloak and long golden hair. He looked harmless now, slumped over his knees. He wasn't though."What was that?" She asked him between breaths. "There isn't a name for it. Other than what you felt." He stood up and walked over to the steps of the deck to sit. "It was my fault. I'm sorry." Sam snapped her head towards him. The smoke was gone, now. He was just Elias, in his stained white cloak and long golden hair. He looked harmless now, slumped over his knees. He wasn't though.
January 17, 2026 at 4:56 PM
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#WIPSnips Jan. 16th "Brain."
Revenant Seraphim(1st draft), a post-apocalyptic, dark supernatural romance.

#writesky #writer #postapocalypse #romancewriter
A screen shot that reads: "I like the joy of your company." He said with a sneer. "No, You want to prove something, you can be my gopher for the next few days. You need to know where the food is." Sam thought of the small furry creatures. They weren't around here, she didn't understand what he was getting at, but she nodded. Her bemused face must have clicked in his brain. He laughed. "My assistant, my lacky. I say fetch, you fetch." "Does that mean I am free to roam the wagons?" Sam asked. "No." He said. "You know better than that." Elias waved her on as another coughing fit took hold of him.
January 17, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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#WIPSnips January 15th
I don't have managers, so Captain will do. A man is healing rapidly after an injury to his head. It describes it. Mentions bodily harm.

#Writesky #Post-apocalypse #romance #horror
A screen shot depicting a scene were a man who was injury heals unnatrually that reads: CW Blood mentioned and bodily harm. The "Captain" stirred on the floor. One hand climbing up the table leg while the other threw back his hood. A thick mohawk flopped into his face. The tattoos on his temple were mishappen from where the breaker struck. Dark black blood ran down his face. No. It ran up his face. Back into the wound, with a creak, his skull popped out, as though the injury hadn't happen. He looked at her with two iron spheres where his eyes should have been. A rust colored tear ran down his cheek. The word "blood" is censored in the screen shot.
January 15, 2026 at 3:26 PM
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Revenant Seraphim
100 years after the apocalypse, Sam is searching for answers to a strange brand on her chest. She's captured by the Seraphim, a powerful war band. Now she has to fight to escape, or become trapped forever by their pragmatic leader Adam.
#bluepit📖 #A #R #W #PostApocalypse
A collage of 13 pictures. From left to right:(first row) A woman in heavy gear crouching in the desert, a hallway in an abandonded school with strewn desks, An overgrown road with green grass and mountains, a stair case with a cage in an abandoned hospital. (Second row) An apartment bulding decaying in Prypat, Ukraine. An fire damaged cathedral, A man weith blond hair, a white cloak and yellow and black striped undustrial collar. (Third row) Two men sitting across a campfire while one pokes with a stick, an overgrown road with borwn grass and a wodden fence beside it. (Fourth row.) A man in all black with his face hidden crouches in a ruined city, a gray horse stads in a mountin hillside, an axe driven into a stump and surrounded by yellow grass. the mineral tiers in Mammoth Hot Springs, wy.
January 14, 2026 at 12:50 AM
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My black cat Skadi and the dog Fenris in the back.
January 12, 2026 at 7:03 PM
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#WIPSnips Jan 12th, "Tentacle".
I used "tendril." as tentacles don't make an appearance in any of my work so far.

From Revenant Seraphim (first draft), a post-apocalyptic, dark supernatural romance. The first "appearance" of the entity known as Amaymon.

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A screenshot of a written passage that reads: "A monster." Gabe said. His eyes rolled into his head, replaced with two spheres of dull gray, mottled with red and brimming with orange tears. He groaned and slumped forward. His skin started flaking onto the dusted carpet. Like an insect shedding. She moved until she was pressed against the cracked wall. The creature that had been Gabe lurched forward. Six long iron tendrils burst from his back, rusted from old blood and slick with a fresh coat. They drove down into the floor, catching his body from falling. Jagged spikes tore his mask from his mouth. A metal maw that snapped open and shut with loud clicks. "Is this the monster you wanted?" A voice reverberated in Sam's head. The word "tendrils" is highlighted in purple.
January 12, 2026 at 3:00 PM
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#WIPSnips Jan 11th,From Revenant Seraphim (first draft), a post-apocalypse, dark supernatural romance.

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A screenshot of a black screen with white writing that reads: The man pushed her back, Sam's feet twisted over themselves and she landed with a loud clang. He pulled his mask back over his face and his gray eyes bore down on her. "What's your name?" She ignored him as she struggled to her feet. she could run around the perimeter and find a safe place to climb down. The horde couldn't surround the whole settlement. A flash of white sparked across her vision and then everything went black.
January 11, 2026 at 8:13 PM
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#WIPSnips 1.10 "fifth". From the first draft of Revenant Seraphim, an adult post-apocalyptic, supernatural romance.

Didn't have "fifth" so you get "five"

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Written passage that reads: She could run in a straight line to the trees growing along a river north of them. But she couldn't tell if that distance was two miles or five. Long grass blurred shadows and hid gullies that appeared out of nowhere. Sam would break her fool neck trying. No, running now would dumb. The humiliation of being carried back like a sack of grain made her cheeks burn. She agreed to this insane escape plan; she needed to stay.
January 10, 2026 at 7:20 PM
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#WIPSnips "Table" From the 1st draft of Revenant Seraphim, an adult post-apocalyptic, supernatural romance.

>>transcript
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A screenshot of a writing passage. Describing a tense scene of two people looking for armed assailants.
January 10, 2026 at 4:38 PM