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Pamela Jeong
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Lifelong writer, aspiring author, mom of two.

Bibliophile, cinephile, serial hobbyist. I'm talking graveyards of crochet needles & ukuleles.
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When you're just a regular teenage girl who also becomes the savior figure of a racist doomsday cult 🤷‍♀️

From Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“Stand up, my children!” she told them. “I would not have you bow to your own mother, not after the great bravery you’ve shown.” She walked among the people as she spoke. They stretched out their hands to her, and she brushed their fingers. “I am Mu’u Jasana,” she said. “I am the True Sea Mother, the one you heard prophesied of. I know how many of you have suffered in the dark, but you are free now. I have set you free. The false Sea Mother Mireia imprisons her children, and that is how you know she is false. But I am the bringer of freedom and hope. That is how you know I am true. “For far too long, the corrupt elites of this land have convinced you to follow weak impostors. They’ve told you that Atalantis must remain isolated, that our power is something to be hidden away and ashamed of. But the truth is the opposite: your power is a gift! You are my children, the firstborn of the Sun and Sea, and you were never meant to stay hidden away on this lonely island. You were meant to claim dominion over the whole world and all its lesser creatures. This is the great destiny that was always intended for you, but it has been thwarted by small people who want to hoard power for themselves.” Murmurs of righteous anger swelled through the rebels at these words. Jasana, reaching the far end of the room, climbed up onto a table and turned to her people. Though she was small, she towered, a figure of natural power and charisma. It was impossible to look away from her. “Swear your loyalty to me,” she told them. “Promise to follow me to the end of your days, and I will lead you to your destiny!”
November 23, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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#WIPSnips 23. "Global"

Does anyone want to try to explain it to her? 😅

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On her way across the city, the modest elegance of the Parc des Temps captured Briaca’s attention. Cypress and pomegranate trees and beds of white mulberries garlanded the park whose smaller scale meant little before its open-air exhibition of global curiosities: a decorative replica of a pyramid from Kemet (many of the real ones had melted during the Vengeance), a compact yurt from Tourkia, a pond surrounded by lilies with a tiny pagoda at its centre gifted by Kinézika allies. None of it was the real thing, yet Briaca enjoyed strolling through the park and imagining what life was like in those places she had never been to. As a decorated soldier of Aphrodite, she had travelled across and beyond Soliakó, but brandishing the sword in the name of the Mother Goddess left little time to explore. And when she did… well, not everyone showed a willingness to talk to her. Zoé once blamed it on all the fresh blood on her armour and sword, but that couldn’t be it. Briaca always made sure to smile at them! Why would they be scared?
November 23, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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#global vibe & syn. entire world

Introducing Jedhrath, the Shining One’s worshipful herald. Something is wrong in paradise.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Shaken, Jedhrath turned toward the camp. As his heart began to thaw, he dreaded the prospect of hours alone. After the ecstasy of union with everyone and everything, his actual detachment from others— his discreteness as an entity-depressed him, made him terribly lonely, and filled him with homelonging so overwhelming he felt he might collapse in the snow. To distract himself he looked for familiar faces, but all he could see were Lord Shelwon's receding back and Ra'am Chalmalch's baleful eyes. What was wrong? The Ra'am had kept it out of the prayers and rites, but Jedhrath could tell by his stare and the set of his mountainous shoulders that all was not well, that he was displeased; and that the object of his displeasure was the man on whom the hope of the ENTIRE WORLD of Rhadhallon rested. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 23, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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November 23rd – global

#AnthropomorphicNovel today!

Ray meets up with Tom after… things happen.

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“I wasn’t sure that you were going to show,” I said. “I wasn’t sure I was going to, either.” He refused to meet my eyes. “I don’t like any part of this, Ray. I don’t think any choice I make is going to turn out well here.” “We are, admittedly, in a bad situation, Tom. Sometimes there are no good choices. Just less bad.” “Comforting.” “Why did you come, then?” “I am worried about you, Ray.” He fidgeted, fussing with the edges of his coaster. “I think, maybe this time, you are in over your head.” “Really? You think that this decades-long global conspiracy is a bit beyond me?” I laughed. “It isn’t a joke.” “Doesn’t really matter, does it? Somebody has to do something.” “Does it have to be you?” “I don’t see anyone else volunteering. Besides, it isn’t just me.” “I… If you keep on like this, you are going to get yourself killed.” “Maybe. It’s my risk to take, Tom.”
November 23, 2025 at 9:49 AM
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I have planet instead of global. A look at Gloria and Isley’s home. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 23, 2025 at 10:38 AM
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#WIPSnips | global/world ✨🌎

Lennie mostly talking to herself (😅) w/ her otherworldly friend who doesn't speak.

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP w/ a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: “Do you think there are other worlds out there, Shrimp? Ones where they got it right the first time over? I like to think there are. That maybe somewhere there's another girl and her uhh”—she elbowed him in the ribs and he shied away, grinning—“trusty sidekick.” She chuckled once, but the smile slipped from her face as she contemplated the distance between them and the heavens. “Only, they're dining on the best foods out there, maybe dancing in moonlit halls. Wearing clothes made of starlight…” She trailed off, and Shrimp turned to look at her. She glanced at him. “Okay, yeah, you're right, that may be a bit too much, but anything's possible out there in them other worlds, right? ‘Specially if it's in a different time.” She sighed and shook her head, but she met Shrimp's gaze—saw the frown digging between his brows—and offered a small, encouraging smile. “Well, I don't know if you dream, but that's what I see when I close my eyes at night.” She grabbed his hand and held tight. “All them silly renderings in the stars.”
November 23, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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Aubergine desperately trying to regain the psychic bond to his best friend who he last knew was thousands of miles away and captured by an enemy army
Silence deeper than death. Quieter than the Hollow Void. He meditated, allowing his mind to fly free through the dominion, to soar with eagles and albatrosses, then dive like a cormorant into Deep Sea and descend with megamobulas and anglerfish, to explore parallel realities and dominions that his body could not enter. All in search of the one life—the one soul—that contained within it the entirety of Aubergine’s universe. Iom’ren… Aubergine’s heart leapt so hard it choked him. Out loud, but with the low frequency voice that only Subrikae could speak or hear, he said the name of his friend. To anyone who might have heard him—if they could hear him over the droning organ—it would have sounded like a cat’s purr. Aubergine drawn by Flare Aubergine from the Good Thyme Inn books. A dark-skinned man dressed all in purple, sitting at a bar with wine and grapes. He has jewels in his face and stunning pink eyes almost hidden in the shade of his hat. Behind him is the dining room area and a hearth fire burning with green flame. The way his eyes are glowing under the shade of his hat gives him an ethereal, otherworldly presence. He is a gorgeous, mysterious man.
November 23, 2025 at 10:52 AM
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No Global, scale it out and I have "galactic". It is a gift...a gift to Toren from Elara. Kinda rough as first draft, but you get the gist.

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November 23, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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A bit of world-building and a revelation. 🌎

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“Cassia said the realms are like two sides of the same coin,” Chloe says. “So where exactly on the globe are we?” Marine takes another swallow of her drink and smiles. “Miterios can only survive in places where the natural balance hasn’t been destroyed in the Other Realm. Poetic, isn’t it? Osse is around the Gobi Desert, Pleumon in the Amazon, and Podia around the Great Barrier Reef. And in the Sun Federation, Kheir is in southern Africa, and Rhakhis is spread across Iceland and Greenland.” Understanding dawns on me. I’ve seen enough maps of national parks and wildlife preservation areas to know that there are swaths of protected lands in those places. “And Kardia,” Marine continues, “is mostly in Alaska.” My eyes go round. My stomach drops. I whip my gaze around to Chloe, who stares at me with her mouth ajar. Alaska. Where my father’s body was inexplicably found. Where my father disappeared to after declaring he was returning home. The world beyond the bark. The reading. I must return home. It can’t just be a coincidence. I down the rest of my drink. And even if I don’t yet have the proof, my brain’s already chanting: My father lived in Kardia.
November 23, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Wanting a silly diversion…

Quick—tell me about a celebrity or fictional crush of yours. Could be current or from your formative years, one who your friends laugh at you for, one who makes you question your sexuality, anything!

This is the part of the slumber party where you get the popcorn.
a woman is eating popcorn while sitting on a couch and says `` the show begins '' .
Alt: a woman is eating popcorn while sitting on a couch and text reads `` the show begins '' .
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November 23, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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Cleaning out my shelves and found my first-ever dictionary: the tiny, adorable Webster’s Lilliput Dictionary. 🥺 My mum bought it for me when I was roughly the same size as it. 😅

Apple for scale. 🍎
A tiny dictionary, slightly open, far smaller than an apple. Webster's Lilliput Dictionary. A miniscule dictionary next to an apple. Webster's Lilliput Dictionary.
November 22, 2025 at 5:59 PM
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Crystal | While working the errands given by his Nannan, Vashad is approached by a friend~
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Vashad, crouching near a riverbed, held his trowel near the compact soil that held a patch of riverspine. Carefully he loosened the stoney dirt around the roots, encouraging it to relinquish the green herbs to him. Humming to himself, he took his time dancing the hand shovel back and forth along the plants removing them one by one. Even when taking his time, it did not take long before he had the bundle cleaned of dirt and placed in his satchel. “Mhm...,” Vashad huffed out as he reviewed his list. Having checked off the riverspine with his writing coal, he realized he was about halfway through with his task. Raising a hand to shield his eyes, he took a peek at the position of the sun. “I’m moving far too quickly. Break time it is then.” Dusting off his hands against his thighs, he looked out over the creek. Underneath the surface of the crystal blue waters fish darted back in forth busily surviving within their aquatic civilization. They were no different from the people in his village, hurriedly moving between their shelters and their hunting grounds to meet their quotas. Eating and being eaten, keeping the balance of nature just as it was meant to be. Vashad did not envy them. Their destinies were set before they were ever hatched while he could swim against the currents at his leisure. “There you are Vash,” called a feminine voice from behind him, striking him from his thoughts. “What brings you out this way Woodli?” Vashad did not need to look back to confirm;he’d have recognized her voice anywhere. Rising to full height, he turned to her with a small smile, his way of showing that she was not unwelcome.
November 22, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Oh fiddlesticks! I’ve been away all day. One sec
November 22, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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Well I have been kinda taking a break from Mireia snips lately, but considering the main source of magic power in Atalantis is crystals... here we are 😅

Mireia's first time using a kaana crystal, from Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
Still holding the crystal aloft, Mireia closed her eyes, digging deep inside herself. She stoked the fire of her anger, of her determination to escape, of her will to see this room destroyed. She dove deep into that desire as though she were diving into the sea. She let go of herself and became a droplet in the ocean of her own focused will. In her mind she conjured a clear image of the wall before her dissolving—breaking apart into a million particles, which would break into a million more, which would shatter into nothing. The wall itself, she suddenly thought, was like the sea: not a single object, but a mass of infinitely small droplets that could be scattered and evaporated like water. That was all the whole world was, she saw. Every tree and rock and wave and building and person. Just uncountable clusters of droplets bumping against droplets, that could all be broken down and reshaped however she pleased. And beyond this world—beyond the walls of reality—there were other worlds, all made of droplets, all only droplets themselves in a vast sea of universes. And through it all, there was a current that flowed—a bloodstream. It was the same current now running between her body and that crystal. It was a snaking river that threaded the worlds together like beads on a string. It wove and sang and gusted through all the spaces between the droplets, and Mireia was the sail that could catch it. The energy was pulsing through her body, circulating through her veins. “There is no wall,” she declared, and her voice sounded low and strange, as if it belonged to someone else. “It’s only droplets. There is no wall! It’s only droplets!” A small light sparked to life inside the crystal.
November 22, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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Spencer and Wren summon a ghost.

From my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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“Let’s get on with it then.” Spencer drained the remains of his port in one long gulp and set the glass on the table with a soft clink. “What’s the departed’s name?” “The Honorable Duke Shelton Bryce Cormier Var Dunnis, Shelly to his friends.” “Bit of a mouthful, isn’t it?” Spencer hoisted two wooden chairs lining the wall and carted them to the reading table. Wren picked up the ring and set it neatly on the black cloth-covered surface beside a folded scrap of paper. “Oh, you know how it is with nobles,” she smirked, taking a seat at the table. “The length of your name is directly proportional to your level of swank.” With a chuckle, Spencer took the chair opposite her and tugged at the corner of the silk square covering the summoning crystal. It slid free in a pale waterfall of fabric. Spreading his hands across the table, he cleared his throat and looked at Wren. She gave a nod, signaling that she was ready. Spencer laid his left hand over the ring and touched the base of the crystal with his right. Wren had seen mediums and card readers with polished crystal balls before, but Spencer used a solid chunk of six-sided quartz with spires jutting out of a rocky base. Darkening from clear at the tips to smokey gray near the bottom, the thing was nearly as large as her head. I’d need a mule and a pulley if I wanted to nick it.
November 22, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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November 22nd – crystal

A brief visit today with someone who is very angry about what Fox and Av’ry did to their previous body.

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A new body would not rival his previous form, he had grown rather attached to that one, but it would be infinitely better than his current prison. This weak cage of flesh was wholly unworthy of him. It was only temporary, Redacted reminded himself. The only thing that had changed was the timetable. He was no longer willing to be patient. No longer willing to humor his puppet. He wanted the gem, and he wanted it now. He could stand this only so long. Holding up a soft, pink hand, he watched as ice crystals formed on the surface, steam rising from the freezing flesh. He chilled the hand until the pain was nearly unbearable, any longer and he knew he would lose the limb, then he allowed it to warm again. He flexed his fingers and the thin layer of ice on the surface cracked and fell away. Redacted took a deep breath and calmed himself. As good as it felt to punish this body, it wouldn’t do to damage it, not while he was trapped inside. Later. Until then, there were plenty of human bodies that he wasn’t using. Plenty of suffering to spread around.
November 22, 2025 at 8:37 AM
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From Episode 4.
Dust and ash and debris billowed up above the tops of the high rises. Dark clouds boiled down the grid of streets. The flickering light of early morning did reach the asphalt in bits and pieces. Crystals grew up and over high rises and tanks and power armor. Wherever the crystals met a power line or a transformer, sparks flew and electricity arced. Civilians lay trapped and entombed in crystal that had formed a massive dome. The air swarmed with crystal wasps. And inside the dome, the Basilisk loomed above the skyline a great purple dragon with three eyes.
November 22, 2025 at 11:22 AM
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#WIPSnips 22. "Crystal"

Ashrah is in yet *another* predicament! (But this time Sareena, Tomas, and Datusha are all there with her!)

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Hot breath and a cacophony of instruments and voices buffeted Ashrah in the face, but above the noise, she heard Sareena gasping. “Are you alright?” Smoke whispered. “Quiet,” was all the Nether-Touched answered. Hundreds more demons waited inside, mining stones with pickaxes or pointed arms, cleaning weapons from a small but varied arsenal, feeding Infernal beasts, cackling and squeaking among themselves, coming and going from tunnels that extended even deeper into the mountain. Stone cabins protruded from the walls, one atop the other, fire lanterns dangling from tiny windows. And at the centre of this first chamber, an enormous, blue crystal hovered above a depression ringed by cheering demons, emanating enough psychic energy to make Ashrah vertiginous. “Bloody Hells,” Datusha gasped. “That’s a feat of magical engineering, if I ever saw one!” “What is this?” Since she could not ask mentally, Ashrah did so aloud. The azahnu answered first. “You may have led armies to victory and slaughtered devils, elbhyr, but here, I am the master, and you will learn your place.”
November 22, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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Unexpectedly have one for this, though it might get cut later 😄 Elara still exploring Thalassa. Not following orders.

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“Tell me why you want me in Engineering so urgently.” There was a pause before The Rec answered. “Logic and protocol demands it.” “That’s not all of it.” “It is.” “I’m going to deck two.” She turned left and started the slow plod across the deck. “I must insist that you continue to Engineering and restart the ship.” She smiled to herself without stopping and⁰ continued down the corridor. “I’ve started walking now. Sucks when you lose control of the situation huh?” “I’m afraid that this is not a moment for levity, Captain. I will be unable to continue providing assistance if you insist on not following protocol.” She continued on, passing the exposed pipe work that lined the corridor, here and there she noticed crystalised water droplets on the pipes. “You are starting to sound a little frayed there, Rec. I can continue on my own if you’re gonna keep being a bitch about it.” “Captain, I must insist that you stop treating me as an adversary. My only concern is maximising the potential preservation of life.”
November 22, 2025 at 8:49 AM
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Mundy isn’t usually the most talkative, but when his friend needs him, he speaks up.

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Mundy presses each of his fingers into the floor, and I watch the clay depress and rebound. “I disagree. I think this might be the first time people expect as much as they can and should from you, D.” He stills his hands, folding them in his lap. “And you ending up here isn’t about your dad. It’s because of what’s in you. Chlo and I always saw it. So did Pops.” My heart warms at the thought of Mr. Connolly. Mess up. Keep going. “I know you’ve always felt like there was something missing because of your family, but…” Mundy shakes his head. “Sometimes, in the absence of something, that space fills with other things. Things that become just as much a part of you. Kind of like…crystallization.” “Aw, Mun,” I say with a careless laugh. “You almost had me until you started talking geology.” But he knows I’m deflecting and only smiles back. “Crystals don’t gain mass from the inside out. They grow when molecules are added from the outside.” He rests his elbows on his knees and looks down, shaking his head. “I know you think that your family is this hole in who you are. And I wish it had been different for you.” A lump rises to my throat. I stare down at my toes in the clay. “But even without it, you’ve been growing,” Mundy says. “Stronger. Brighter. And there’s a lot more to you than you realize.”
November 22, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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#WIPSnips | crystal

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From my post-apocalyptic #WIP w/ a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: She stood staring out at the crashing waves for a long time. She wasn't sure what she'd expected—crystal-clear water lapping at her ankles, warm and soothing, welcoming her with whatever secrets it held on its salty breath. This water was cold. She could tell without touching it. And some small part of her knew that if she waded in, she would never leave. Shrimp slipped his hand into hers and looked up at her. “Well, it ain't exactly what I thought,” she said, watching the gray waves slosh. “But it's still beautiful in its own way, isn't it?”
November 22, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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Listen to the third and final part of our award-winning* podcast series which is stuffed with really** useful*** advice! You'll hear that @kirkrafferty.com does not write THE END when he completes his manuscripts which... what a heathen.

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November 21, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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Heads up if you use Gmail. Your emails can be used to train AI/LLMs. Yes, your author emails containing your stories!

It’s easy to turn off, though. Here’s a link to instructions
November 21, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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#WIPSnips 21. "Direction"

Ashrah is in a predicament...

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Through her stuffy ears, she heard Sareena. Though the words were lost, the emergency in her tone was clear, and when Ashrah looked in the direction the Nether-Touched pointed, she discovered why. “Waterfall!” Sareena screamed again. “You won’t survive that fall, if there’s even a ground below. Time to get the Hells out of here, wielder!”
November 21, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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Virgil makes an unsettling discovery.

TW: dead bird

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
It was a dead bird, white-breasted and russet, about as long as his foot. He picked it up and rose to his feet to examine it. It was matted, half-hollowed and maggoty, but he knew at once what it was: a Sheltri arrowkite, with a tiny roll of parchment still attached. He looked up, then around, not knowing what he expected to find. Whatever happened had happened two weeks ago. He saw no one and nothing in any DIRECTION but the sheep camp, where a couple of people moved about and the sheepdogs had begun compressing the flock. Carefully he detached the message. It was still legible. The bird dropped to the ground. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 21, 2025 at 12:55 PM