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Mohannad Sayed
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Gamer by habit. Writer by accident.

I follow my ideas — no matter the genre. Let’s see where this goes.
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ms-writes.bsky.social
I am about halfway through Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, and man, this book sure is something. Everything is so depressing it forces me to take a break every few pages so I don’t end up contemplating the existence of mortals.
November 3, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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carlyhiebner.bsky.social
Had to use “stick” vibes today.
✨The Annora Project✨ *rough draft* of book 2 #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky “costume”

Zane’s father sending him on a mission to blow a signal tower surrounded by “infected” with a team of civilians. (He’s kind of the worst)
With the tower finally in sight, I crouch at the treeline, eyes fixed on the red-lit signal tower pulsing against the night sky. I will bring it down. I have to. Behind me, the “team” is assembled in a jagged line, outlined by the faint glow of the moon, each a bundle of nerves in the darkness. James clutches a pistol in both hands like it might explode any second. His grin is too wide, his breath too fast. I know this type—too eager, too loud. Dangerous. Then there’s Mara, carrying nothing but a pocket knife she didn’t even seem to know how to open, trembling as she tries to look anywhere but the tower. Beside her, Anna stands stiff and quiet, holding the bag of explosives like a basket of bread rolls, arms steady from years of carrying heavy pots, not weapons. The old man leans on a stick he picked up on the path, a grim line carved into his face. I know better than to underestimate him, despite his limp, he’s fought in wars before anyone in this village was probably born. Between us and the target, a small horde of infected shuffles aimlessly. Their eyes are glazed over and faces slack under the signal’s influence, minds hollow as they wait for instruction—a living shield for the tower.
October 29, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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In a big stretch, subbing “floors” for broomstick because he is talking about cleaning floors which once would do with some broom device 😅

(I’m imagining they’re using a swiffer but the scene didn’t need that level of detail)
After a quick shower, Asher and I tackled the Sunday reset checklist so the apartment was looking really good - me on floors, him on kitchen duty.
October 29, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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ms-writes.bsky.social
The embodiment of intrusive thoughts in a novel.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
Hale’s light skimmed over the entrance of the next landing: Residential Suite B4. The iron door was punctured in places, small jagged holes scattered across its surface. Whispers leaked through—fragmented, overlapping—like a dozen conversations just out of reach. Metal clinked—knives, forks, spoons—tapping against dishes, people gathered around a feast. Brushing dragged in unbalanced strokes—broom bristles sweeping the floor—followed by the groan of wood settling under a heavy weight—someone taking a seat. People? They shouldn’t be. They couldn’t be. But if not… then what are they? Who talks but people? He glanced at the others—pale faces, stiff limbs, stares fixed on the door in utter silence. Maybe he should… Hale lifted a finger to knock, but Camilla clamped it down. “Mother said it’s inadequate to disturb… things when they’re eating. Let’s leave them in peace.”
October 29, 2025 at 12:37 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
The embodiment of intrusive thoughts in a novel.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
Hale’s light skimmed over the entrance of the next landing: Residential Suite B4. The iron door was punctured in places, small jagged holes scattered across its surface. Whispers leaked through—fragmented, overlapping—like a dozen conversations just out of reach. Metal clinked—knives, forks, spoons—tapping against dishes, people gathered around a feast. Brushing dragged in unbalanced strokes—broom bristles sweeping the floor—followed by the groan of wood settling under a heavy weight—someone taking a seat. People? They shouldn’t be. They couldn’t be. But if not… then what are they? Who talks but people? He glanced at the others—pale faces, stiff limbs, stares fixed on the door in utter silence. Maybe he should… Hale lifted a finger to knock, but Camilla clamped it down. “Mother said it’s inadequate to disturb… things when they’re eating. Let’s leave them in peace.”
October 29, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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ms-writes.bsky.social
A pre-war speech from Darion La Valette. Taken from my old fantasy novel that will probably never see the light of day.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
My men do not fear the blades of fallacy. My men do not tremble at the sight of the armies of heresy. My men do not kneel and crawl, for they are neither fodder nor thrall. Steel your hearts as we march, let their screams reach the stars. Men, let’s show them how the Kingslayers charge!
October 22, 2025 at 10:50 AM
ms-writes.bsky.social
A pre-war speech from Darion La Valette. Taken from my old fantasy novel that will probably never see the light of day.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
My men do not fear the blades of fallacy. My men do not tremble at the sight of the armies of heresy. My men do not kneel and crawl, for they are neither fodder nor thrall. Steel your hearts as we march, let their screams reach the stars. Men, let’s show them how the Kingslayers charge!
October 22, 2025 at 10:50 AM
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ms-writes.bsky.social
"Songbird" is the nickname Marco gave Camilla.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
October 21, 2025 at 3:14 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
"Songbird" is the nickname Marco gave Camilla.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
October 21, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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carlyhiebner.bsky.social
A #WIPSnips from book 2 of✨The Annora Project✨ #writingcommunity #writesky “second”

In a future dystopian world—Fynn’s best friend is a flirt and delights in pestering him about Annora.
“Man, I just don’t get you. You can infiltrate a criminal mastermind’s company, hack into secure mainframes, travel to the past on a top secret mission, but you can’t tell one girl how you feel about her?” My fingers falter on the keyboard for half a second, just enough for Cael to notice. “Aha!” He points dramatically. “That right there? That was guilt. The great Fynn Abernathy, genius coder, time-traveling mystery man, protector of the future, brought down by a girl.” “Would you lower your voice? Someone might hear you,” I grumble, not at all pleased that this is probably what the next four hours are going to be like. He leans in, smirking. “Oh, you mean somehow Annora might hear me? Wouldn’t want her to find out her friend’s been secretly pining for her since—what? The moment you crash-landed in her timeline?” Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes on my computer screen, ignoring his pestering. “It’s for the best. I had to keep secrets from her, and now she wants nothing to do with me.” “Is that so?” “Yeah.” “Hmm. Well I happen to be very observant my friend, and the way she looks at you when she knows you’re not paying attention? Dude, even the dumb, non-AI programming we did yesterday could detect the chemistry between you.” I sigh, rubbing my temples. He’s not going to let this go. “It’s complicated,” I mutter, hoping he’ll just shut up and let me work. I love the guy, but it’s hard to get anything done when he’s on a roll.
October 21, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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ms-writes.bsky.social
Hello everybody, been a while. I was hibernating from social media to finish my WIP and i finally did. Now i am discovering how this whole beta reading thing works.

From my finished draft: A Monster's Lullaby.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
A lonely house nestled between the trees, camouflaged by roots and leaves. Vines coiled up its sides, clutching the boarded windows, while the roof sagged beneath broken branches and a colony of bird nests. Marcia lowered the map, pistol drawn. Her boot hit the porch step, wood groaning. The door hung ajar, leaking earthy rot and the dense choke of decay. She swallowed a gag and nudged the door wider with the barrel of her gun. Switching her flashlight on, Marcia’s beam swept over a table set for one. Mismatched utensils sat next to a plate bloated with rot. A torn ration packet marked “Westfield Camp” leaned against the plate, its moldy contents leaking sludge into the wood.
October 20, 2025 at 12:14 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
Hello everybody, been a while. I was hibernating from social media to finish my WIP and i finally did. Now i am discovering how this whole beta reading thing works.

From my finished draft: A Monster's Lullaby.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
A lonely house nestled between the trees, camouflaged by roots and leaves. Vines coiled up its sides, clutching the boarded windows, while the roof sagged beneath broken branches and a colony of bird nests. Marcia lowered the map, pistol drawn. Her boot hit the porch step, wood groaning. The door hung ajar, leaking earthy rot and the dense choke of decay. She swallowed a gag and nudged the door wider with the barrel of her gun. Switching her flashlight on, Marcia’s beam swept over a table set for one. Mismatched utensils sat next to a plate bloated with rot. A torn ration packet marked “Westfield Camp” leaned against the plate, its moldy contents leaking sludge into the wood.
October 20, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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ms-writes.bsky.social
From my finalized first draft of the novel: A Monster's Lullaby.

When Camila woke up to a burning street and smoky sky, her mother tasked her to gather only what matters and meet her downstairs.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
October 6, 2025 at 12:34 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
From my finalized first draft of the novel: A Monster's Lullaby.

When Camila woke up to a burning street and smoky sky, her mother tasked her to gather only what matters and meet her downstairs.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #AmWriting
October 6, 2025 at 12:34 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
Nice ambience and nature description. It's somewhat disorienting but in a good way... if that makes any sense.
September 10, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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arachnereid.bsky.social
#WIPsnips #outside #psychedelic #psychonaut
Sleeping and waking blurred, full of beautiful faces and singing and rain and sounds of the swamp. The air outside was alive with a cacophony of frogs when Niwa jerked fully awake, staring into the darkness. Snippets of memory wafted back to her. With exploratory movements, she rotated her foot, pointing and flexing. Her range of motion had improved. She reached for her arm wounds, and encountered clean, dry bandaging. The pain had subsided. Since the sky melted into the water on the boat, she had been having a hard time distinguishing dream from reality. The medicines were helping her to heal quickly, but some must have been psychedelic.
September 10, 2025 at 1:58 PM
ms-writes.bsky.social
The last line is gold.
September 10, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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theronshan3666.bsky.social
now we move into book 3 in the Legacy.
Theron checks in on the kids.
-Outside-
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#AmWriting
#OriginalStory #StarWars #theOldRepublic
from “Family is more than blood”
fully vanished. There was always a chance the old legacy would try to resurface, since it carried in the veins of the next generation. He shook the thought off. These children were different. They were surrounded by love — the kind Borias had been denied. Borias had been torn from his mother and brother at an early age, twisted and corrupted by the Sith. The boys, by contrast, had been raised with care and devotion, not with greed, cruelty, or hate. Whatever shadows lingered in their bloodline, love had given them strength enough to resist it. She noted his far away look. "Are you alright father ?" Theron chuckled. "Yeah…... thoughts just wandering off as usual." He watched the rain outside as it pattered on the window frames in a steady rhythm. Neon signs flicked on and off in the distance. He took a breath, then nodded. "I'll let you get back to work. Let me know if you need anything." She smiled at him. "I will. Thank you, father." Theron walked out the doorway and into the atrium, glancing over at the mess the boys had made in the eastern half of the sky Palace.
September 10, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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mycelialwriter.bsky.social
One of Rowynn’s nightly sojourns with the demon, Zi… #WIPSnips from SoS for “outside” 🖤🌙✨
September 10, 2025 at 10:10 AM
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kaylee-scott.bsky.social
Today’s #wipsnips word is “outside”. #writingprompts #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writesky
Image is a person sitting on a park bench in the snow at night. Text says “It all just happened. I know how cliche that sounds; I’m rolling my eyes just saying it. But it did. It was like I was watching it happen from somewhere outside of my body. My head was screaming at me to stop, that this was wrong, but I couldn’t get the message to my body. It had taken on a life of its own. And, just like that, I made the mistake I regret most in my life.”
September 10, 2025 at 12:05 PM
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heliosc7.bsky.social
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Word of the day. Outside. WIP. The man across the water.
September 10, 2025 at 8:38 AM