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carolinampereira.bsky.social
I thought I had nothing for today. Turns out I forgot this gem.

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"I thought you were tired of me and were going to drop me off at home." I commented, uncomfortable with Dan's preference for shortcuts and back roads. "Where are we going?" "There's a clearing up ahead that's good for me to test my butcher knife, y'know? I'll slice you like a meat loaf. I'll soak you in gasoline and drop a lighter. Accidentally." Dan said this with chilling nonchalance. His impassive expression sent a chill down my spine, leaving me breathless, unsure if he was joking or not. Our Father who art in Heaven… Dan glanced at me sideways with a twisted smile. I slid back in my seat and closed my eyes to pray more earnestly. I heard an energetic laugh and opened one eye to see him almost crying with laughter. "For fuck's sake, Ry! You too?" He exclaimed, and laughed again at my terrified face. "Does everyone think I'm crazy now?"
November 11, 2025 at 9:15 AM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Diogo makes his accent his whole personality sometimes

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“Since we’re on the topic of speech, you’ve got a bit of an accent.” Peter noted, as if to justify the misunderstanding. “Sometimes it gets stronger, in a sort of pattern.” “Oh! So you even noticed a pattern? Go on then, share the findings of your research on my accent.” I did my best impression of the most stereotypical regional accent from back home. Even I cringed at how bad it sounded and silently apologized to everyone I’d just offended with that ridiculous attempt. “When you talk to Jonathan or Vanessa, you don’t even try to hide it.” “I never hide it.” I countered, matching Peter’s tone. “When you’re trying to be funny.” “‘Trying’? Ouch.” “And also when you’re caught off guard.” Peter finished, ignoring my protests.
November 10, 2025 at 9:30 AM
persephone666.bsky.social
#WipSnip of some good levity for my FMC. I frequently give her breaks between all the chaos and destruction

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Screenshot of text that reads * - so they kept saying. But I hated feeling so fragile. So breakable. -redacted name- had never had a mortal ruler before and for good reason. We're easily killed. Without my power I was even more vulnerable. Children shouted with joy and ran in between the various different stalls packed with anything and everything a person could desire.From clothes, to art supplies, artwork from local artists that I had to restrain myself from oogling too long at, fresh grains, rice, and beans. Roasting vegetables, peppers, meats, and other foods that made my mouth water. To see all these people enjoying life and each other eased some of my guilt. And renewed me with a sense of what exactly we are fighting to preserve. And the joy - * end of text
November 10, 2025 at 10:09 PM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Ryan taking a picture of the twins

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"Take the picture." He ordered. I obeyed, swallowing the urge to complain that they preferred a boring concrete wall to using the rainbow as a backdrop. Dan positioned himself in front of the camera, slightly tense, his hands in his pockets as if he realized he didn't know what to do with them. Peter joined him next, running his hand through his wavy hair, that melancholy reminder of what Dan's natural hairstyle might have been if protocol hadn't imposed a buzz cut on him. He took a step towards his brother, which was enough to soften his posture. He placed a hand on his shoulder, giving the frame the naturalness it lacked. I pretended to test the best composition on my phone screen, but in reality, I was studying them. The complicity between the two had a tragic flavor, or perhaps I was reading too much between the lines. Dan's words continued to echo inside me. I felt a knot in my stomach imagining that this could simultaneously be the first and last happy, relaxed photo of the two of them for a long time.
November 9, 2025 at 8:26 AM
xeraated.bsky.social
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November 4, 2025 at 10:16 AM
tlmatson.bsky.social
Today's #WIPSnip is NSFW from my MM WIP. But with a word like steel + romance writer...

He watched me stroking us. Together. Silk over steel.
"I knew you'd have a pretty cxck." I dropped my head against his, mouth to his ear."I knew you'd be my good boy."
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November 4, 2025 at 1:07 PM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Dan being Dan

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“You know that feeling when you’re standing somewhere really high and look down? That vertigo mixed with a morbid curiosity that keeps your eyes glued to the ground below?” I looked at Dan, who didn’t seem to be listening to me at all. “The closer I get to you, the more aware I am of my fear of heights. And yet, I step right up to the edge of the skyscraper and look down. I want to see the world from above. It helps me realize how small my problems are when put into perspective.” “I was about to make the mandatory joke about Jona, but I think you’ve already crossed the line.” Dan went back to his rigid posture. “Using me to put your stress in perspective? Fuck off.” “I don’t want to use you. I want to understand you.” “You want to get fucked. Seriously. All I ever see is you hurting yourself in the process.” He buried his face in his hands and muttered. “Why do I only surround myself with people who harm themselves?” “As if you don’t do the same.”
November 8, 2025 at 10:36 AM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Lost in the blur

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"Where do you want to go?" He asked me when we stopped at the intersection with the road that borders the neighborhood. "Y-you're the one who invited me. Besides, you're the one driving." I passed him the responsibility of deciding. "It's not like I know what I'm doing in a car alone with you after all this time." "You're free to get out. Just don't do it while we're rolling." We set off again with a roar disproportionate to the acceleration. Dan decided to turn left, which meant we were going to stop in the city center. I was distracted by the view out the window. The continuous dark gray of the road transformed into an abstract trail as we moved, interrupted now and then by white blurs. The rest were streets monotonously delineated by brick facades, occasionally illuminated by flickering signs. Only further ahead would the surroundings gain a more lively and colorful atmosphere.
November 5, 2025 at 2:39 PM
ajlockhart.co.uk
A little late to the party today..

The #wipsnip word for November 3rd is "nice"

Pandora’s Secret one more;

Anderson vs meaningless words

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“So, how was it?” Anderson wiped her hands with a now fat stained napkin. “It’s was ni —“ “If you’re about to say ‘nice’”, she interrupted her with one of Esme’s own annoying double air quote fingers things. “I will shoot you.”
November 3, 2025 at 8:38 PM
puffysnap99.bsky.social
Hey #Writingcommunity
What’s the genre of your current WIP and what inspired it?

Always love hearing about the stories other writers are building 💬

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November 4, 2025 at 11:11 AM
authornikki.bsky.social
Jumping in for a #WIPSnip. Today's word is "trail." This snip is from my upcoming release, Wavelord, Daughter of Vanris book 3.
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Image of text readign: Veyl breathed a soft laugh. Her father’s tehsheyn loved him, but they looked out for his children in ways she suspected he didn’t always appreciate. “I’m glad you came, and not just for the update about Tavin. I’m not sure if I can make things better between us, but I want to apologize—” “You don’t have to. Ahrin and Iyvalin talked sense into me, like they usually do. I know you didn’t do this on purpose…” He trailed off, giving her a shrewd look. “You didn’t, did you?” “No. I would never do that to you, even if I knew how to. I don’t understand any of this any better than you do.” He nodded as if he had expected as much and put an arm around her shoul-ders. “We’ll figure it out. I suppose I should consider it a compliment that you chose me, even if it wasn’t on purpose.”
November 5, 2025 at 3:30 PM
thomas-abie.bsky.social
I had a piece I really was excited to share for today's WIPSnip...but after much thought I decided it was just a tad too spoilery 😔 So I'll share this instead.

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WIP snippet from the upcoming novel Moonfallen that reads: I simply took a deep breath and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be." I opened my door, leaving him still sitting in the car. My stomach flipped, and I could feel my palms start to sweat, but I'd done enough cowering for one day. I had just about enough of my nerves being fried, so I was going to put on my best brave face and act like I was anything more than a scared human whose fate dangled in the hands of strangers. Thorne got out behind me and caught up to me as I started hobbling toward the house. What I didn't expect, however, was the feeling of his warm fingers trailing down my wrist and moving to slide into my palm. His large hand engulfed mine, the movement prompting me to look at him like a startled prey animal. Despite my surprise, I couldn't deny that feeling his hand around mine helped still my racing heart. It made me feel just a little bit safer and gave me the confidence to face whatever came next. Even if that ‘whatever came next’ was my death.
November 5, 2025 at 5:42 PM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
One of my favourite snips

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Leaning against this same railing was our father, still in uniform, but with a radiant smile. He bent down as soon as he saw us. He laughed as he called out to us. We ran to him as if there were no tomorrow and almost knocked him over in the process. That hug was the best thing in the world. It didn't matter if it was raining, if it was cold, if I was tired of asking my brother to relax. Everything was fine. It seems like a memory from a distant life. That's why I don't blame Peter for getting lost between parallel universes. The more we think about it, the more fictional the past becomes. It was just a dramatic movie we saw, a story we were told. I ran my hand over the metal of the railing respectfully. The chipped paint made the texture uneven. Time corrodes any evidence of the presence of those who pass through here. But I know he was here.
November 4, 2025 at 9:22 AM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
CW: death of loved ones

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“Was it your father who bought Pantaloon?” Kraus asked, leaning his body slightly toward me. “Y-yes.” I swallowed hard. “He’s involved in the equestrian world as well?” I knew where the conversation was headed. I didn’t pay attention to what my grandfather answered, once he realized there was no point in waiting for a reply from me. My heart weighed heavy in my chest, filling my ears until nothing they said could reach me. I fixed my gaze on the arena before us. The white Range Rover parked by a pair of obstacles blinded me. “My condolences.” The stiffness of his accent only made the words sound harsher. It had been so long since I’d heard that. I don’t even know what one is supposed to say back anymore. I nodded. A low-key movement that said nothing of the dark cloud they’d just blown over me.
November 7, 2025 at 5:12 PM
tammybulsonwriting.bsky.social
47,228 words into current WIP. On the downhill slope now! Today's WIPSnip word is "nice". In this excerpt, the dirty cop and the hired bad guy are having a bit of a disagreement. #wipsnips #amwriting #amquering #writersky #writingcommunity #blueskywriting
Text reading: Vickers shrugged and said, "Well, that’s too bad. I’m sick and tired of taking directions from you.” He mumbled a quick “thanks” to the bartender as he delivered his drink and took a long swig. Setting down the glass, he said, “Imagine my surprise seeing your vehicle outside, knowing you are sitting here in this nice air-conditioned bar, tipping back drinks while you have me out there sneaking through the mosquito-infested woods, sweating my balls off in this lousy weather, trying to grab a little girl who is never out of her mother’s sight.” Quint sneered. “That's your job.” Vickers slammed his hand on the bar and said, “No. That's our job, you arrogant prick.” With the word "nice" highlighted in yellow.
November 3, 2025 at 9:40 PM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Peter being nice. Vanessa saying "Nice".
Wrote this yesterday.

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Vanessa took a sip, letting out an involuntary “ahhh” of satisfaction at the end. “Didn’t even realize how thirsty I was. You’re an angel.” I smiled back at her before allowing myself the indulgence of the soda. As I drank, my eyes scanned the screen. Two more riders before Jonathan. “So, what’s your verdict?” Vanessa asked between sips. “It’s not every day I have someone next to me I’m not embarrassed to ask stupid questions about this.” “I’m no expert, tho.” I said, scratching my head. “So far, the leading time looks totally doable for Jonathan as long as everything goes smoothly.” “Nice. I don’t feel like having to comfort him. He’s can be such a pain when he loses.” “I know.” I laughed. “For your sake, let’s root for him.”
November 3, 2025 at 12:25 PM
tellthestory.bsky.social
Love that it's a Halloween-set WIPsnip!
November 1, 2025 at 3:06 PM
danricewrites.bsky.social
Ida fears she is losing her mind… #wip #wipsnip #writingcommunity #writesky
"Shut up," Ida whispered. Her uncle, Lord Kije, who stood next to her and smelled of lavender oil turned to her and asked. "Is something amiss?" Ida stared into his kind eyes and heavily lined face. She could confess her troubles to him. Uncle Kije always listened and never judged. "What will he think? Oh, I know. He'll say to himself, by all my ancestors feasting in the Hallowed Hall, my niece is a madwoman."
November 1, 2025 at 2:44 PM
saranadosfiction.com
#WIPSnip | cobweb

Most recent chapter of Fire in the Sky, so 'ware spoilers (and also a heads-up for folks who like to follow the links that the last bit of that chapter has a sex scene in it)

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It also, again somewhat unsurprisingly, contained only one bed, which Sabbat was currently sitting on the edge of. *I thought – or rather, I hoped – as much. Though all that means is that he’s happy to sleep in the same bed as me, and that we already knew.* “Took y’long enough,” the assassin opined, once Archer had negotiated his armful of bottles through the narrow doorway and deposited them on the table next to the wash-stand. He leant forward, grabbed one of the bottles and, once he’d yanked the cork free, upended what Archer estimated to be a good third of it down his throat in one go. “‘s better. Was startin’ t’think I’d have t’come lookin’ fer you.” *Gods, if you’re that thirsty, I’m only sorry I didn’t get up here sooner.* “It turned out that the previous Order operatives who used this place as a base decided that refilling the stockpiles was a problem for someone else to take care of. I did find the blood eventually, but it was a good deal more buried than I’d have preferred.” *And a good deal more covered in cobwebs. Thank the gods for alcohol and preservation charms, or we’d have significantly more of a problem.* “Y’want me t’find out who it was, teach ’em a lesson fer it?” “Much as I appreciate the offer, no. Not least because you’re *supposed* to be resting.” “Bin doin’ a fuck of a lot too much o’that of late. Want t’be up an’ doin’.”
November 2, 2025 at 8:37 AM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Tender moments with Ryan on the toilet (plus cute aggression)

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I leaned against the cabin wall and looked up at the ceiling. I couldn’t stay still. My attention jumped from web to web, all to avoid facing Tam’s crying. I thought I was here to comfort her. I took a deep breath and repeated to myself what brought me here. “Sorry, I’m terrible at this.” I said, then wrapped her in a tight hug. I ran my hand through her hair, now half undone. It smelled nice, it was soft. I slid one hand down to her back and kept patting her like she was a fluffy little rabbit in my arms. A very scared and sad, but fluffy rabbit. So much that I wanted to squeeze her until she turned into a tiny ball I could keep in my pocket and take home. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, her voice muffled against my body. “Because I care about you.”
November 2, 2025 at 11:37 AM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Heritage and DNA

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I flipped through the magazine until I found the cover story. There he was. A different photo this time, the horse already draped in a purple blanket, the rosette pinned to the bridle. Jonathan wore the gold medal around his neck, smiling broadly, his pale eyebrows almost blending into his skin. He radiated a kind of natural confidence, as if standing on the podium were a genetic trait. Lucky bastard. Beside it, a wall of text sang praises to the Strider name and its "new generation" with a photo of the same arena entrance I’d walked through before coming into this lobby. The new generation of Striders. Hereditary talent. The weight of those words pressed down on my shoulders. I couldn’t help but compare myself to him. My own lack of trophies worthy of putting on the display case behind me was proof enough that a last name and a strand of DNA don’t make anyone great. Even if that truth gave me some comfort, it didn’t stop the nagging fear that I was wasting whatever potential I had. Maybe that’s why Jonathan won’t let me be. Always sending me competition links, always telling me to use my saddle and prove my worth. No matter how hard I try, I can’t ignore that pressure. Not because some magazine insists I should live up to my middle name, but because, deep down, I know I need life goals.
November 1, 2025 at 2:51 PM
carolinampereira.bsky.social
Ryan in a nutshell and a bit of a self-insert

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"Here’s the…" Carol peeked at the slip and read it out with a grimace. "Double rainbow… caffeine extreme marshmallow… psychedelic frappé with extra rainbow for Kevin." She set down in front of me what looked like the soul of a hippie unicorn. "Is this what you had in mind?" "Yes, ma’am. Thank you very much." I tried not to drool while talking. The smell of coffee and the marshmallows floating on top of the colorful foam were a powerful temptation. "And here’s the iced hot chocolate for the Mud Monster." Dan thanked her absentmindedly, raising an eyebrow at the rainbow straw stuck in a mug full of what looked like plain, boring hot chocolate. "Happy Pride Month, guys!" Carol cheered, winking as she left behind one traumatized Daniel.
October 31, 2025 at 11:47 AM
persephone666.bsky.social
#WipSnip of my witch breaking down the dynamic of her animal homies

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Screenshot of text that reads * ask that. Instead I asked, "What is -redacted name- then if not your Familiar?" As she began the process of lifting and tying down the saddle to -redacted names- back said, "She is my dearest friend." At that -redacted name- nuzzled -redacted names- hair and I stifled the feeling of longing at seeing how easily -redacted name- bonds. Even with a fucking horse. "What's the difference?" I asked as I handed her the saddle bags, hesitantly she accepted them. "A familiar is a spirit companion who helps in my work, spellcraft, obtaining things I need when I cannot. It is a relationship built on mutual respect. A friend is...a friend. A companionship based on love and affection. -redacted name- has been my friend and protector since I was a child. Through many dangers. I trust her implicitly." Jealousy bloomed in me at her words. The depth of them and my own lack of companionship. Hoisting herself onto -redacted names- back I asked her, amusement covering my despair, "So then what am I? Friend, or Familiar?" The look she gave me was difficult to - * end of text
October 30, 2025 at 5:17 PM
wreybies.bsky.social
The #WIPSnips word for October 30th is "spell" - and I can finally WipSnip again! Yay! Had a week there were I couldn't even claim vibrational adjacency. 😂

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After a spell of silence, Caldon cleared his throat. “Strange, though, isn’t it?” He gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “That a plain man might catch a lass’s eye, when there are stags like Buckler walking the realms. Seems the gods must give us all our chances, else half of us would die unloved.” There was nothing for it but to relent to the man’s mood, else come across as rude, which wasn’t what Podrick wanted. It had started the trip before last. Just flirtation and sly glances when they’d been fed in Lord Errol’s great hall. A pretty lass with a turned up nose and bright eyes. The time after, Caldon was missing for most of the trip. Podrick raised a brow, feigning offense. “Plain, is it? You mean to say I don’t measure up to Lord Buckler? Am I not worthy?” Caldon barked a laugh, quick and awkward. “Seven save me, I meant no slight, Ser Podrick. You’ve handsomer hair than I’ll ever manage, and the womenfolk all say you’ve kind eyes and a gentle way about you. But Buckler, that lad’s got the look of a bard’s verse about him, and no use pretending otherwise.” Podrick kept his frown a heartbeat longer, then let the corner of his mouth curl up. “Aye, he does. Gods help me, I know it. I’ve seen how eyes follow him when he walks a hall. Makes a man feel invisible at times.”
October 30, 2025 at 1:23 PM
dgmicaels.bsky.social
#vss365 #experiment

“… We may quickly find ourselves facing a textpocalypse, where machine-written language becomes the norm and human-written prose the exception.”

PREPARE FOR THE TEXTPOCALYPSE
(Our relationship to writing is about to change forever…)
MARCH 08, 2023, The Atlantic

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7. Tohido Tohido’d lay his pen down on the table. He’d been up before the dawn again on the very next morning. Then, on a random piece of fresh, gray, untreated paper acquired somewhere during some earlier, half-forgotten moment of some long-ago period in his life, he’d been scrawling: ...& if we’re all singin’ along so intensio-auto-somatically in our sweet sweet voices – as if in a univoice – as if we had had no choices – in anticipating what the new dissipations of the satiations of the no sensations would lead us would would lead us would lead us to know us to know no known to know & two no’s & too many no’s & too knowin’ that nobody knows us at all no nowhere no no not at all no no not at all no… no, not at all, no…. no…. no.
October 28, 2025 at 12:49 PM