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Daisy put her phone on the kitchen table and gazed up at the ceiling as the possibilities swirled around in her head. Could this really be happening? Her cheeks hurt from the press of her smile, but her smile dropped when she heard tires on gravel and the low rumble of a busted muffler. She grabbed her phone and bounded up the stairs two at a time. 
In her bedroom she stayed as still and quiet as possible as the sound of Malcolm knocking on the kitchen door echoed through the house. Then, once he gave up, she watched from her window as he walked over to her car and circled it, peering in as casual as a downtown shopper before he wandered off across the farmyard. Her skin prickled. 
Why was he looking in her car? She scanned the yard. Wheaties wasn’t in her usual place under the oak tree. Daisy craned her neck, crowding in with the stuffed animals on her windowsill so she could see the end of the driveway. 
“Mom, where are you?” she whispered.

All text: Daisy put her phone on the kitchen table and gazed up at the ceiling as the possibilities swirled around in her head. Could this really be happening? Her cheeks hurt from the press of her smile, but her smile dropped when she heard tires on gravel and the low rumble of a busted muffler. She grabbed her phone and bounded up the stairs two at a time. In her bedroom she stayed as still and quiet as possible as the sound of Malcolm knocking on the kitchen door echoed through the house. Then, once he gave up, she watched from her window as he walked over to her car and circled it, peering in as casual as a downtown shopper before he wandered off across the farmyard. Her skin prickled. Why was he looking in her car? She scanned the yard. Wheaties wasn’t in her usual place under the oak tree. Daisy craned her neck, crowding in with the stuffed animals on her windowsill so she could see the end of the driveway. “Mom, where are you?” she whispered.

Even Wheaties the cat disappears when Malcolm shows up.

From my horror novel, Coloraville, complete but in need of a major revision.

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Not-Mike keeps accidentally saying things that make Bartlett swear.

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April 9 - Stuff (we are going for ✨vibes✨ here)

Updated mission: initiate extended contact with the perfect specimen. Mission objective: reciprocated love. Scanning the aisle, I encountered new human instruments: wooden cylinders with handles, thin sheets of metal....

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“The critical bit, the stuff to know is, every action we take, whether we see it or not, we’re touching a different point on the same web. All tied together, intersecting strings that run through the universe. It’s all standalone shit on the surface, but underneath, it’s all connected…”
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She was stuffed but didn’t want them to know she’d already eaten. “Sure.”
She grabbed a slice and plopped down on the couch next to Pasquale. 
“I met Sandy at a place near her work,” she offered unprompted. “She needed to talk.” Classic liar’s mistake, she thought, giving too much information.
Pasquale slid a look down at her. He had picked up on the lie, even though it was partly true. 
The movie got suddenly quiet and Denny said, “Have you heard from Ainsley?”
She couldn’t hide her surprise. “Yes. As a matter of fact, she texted me today. Why do you ask?” 
Pasquale and Denny stared at her for a second.
“Is there something going on that I need to know about?”
“No, not really,” Denny said. 
“Not really? What does that mean?”
A loud explosion in the movie stole their attention away, but Olivia kept thinking about it, her paranoia creeping in again until her phone vibrated in her hand. It was Pasquale texting from beside her on the couch. 
||He’s worried about you. I didn’t tell him anything.||
Olivia looked up at him furtively, then over at Denny. A quip from the lead actor in the movie made the two men break out laughing. It was the kind of one-liner that Olivia would normally enjoy, but she was still stuck in her own crisis wondering when her explosion would come. She doubted she’d follow it up with a quippy comment.

Text only: She was stuffed but didn’t want them to know she’d already eaten. “Sure.” She grabbed a slice and plopped down on the couch next to Pasquale. “I met Sandy at a place near her work,” she offered unprompted. “She needed to talk.” Classic liar’s mistake, she thought, giving too much information. Pasquale slid a look down at her. He had picked up on the lie, even though it was partly true. The movie got suddenly quiet and Denny said, “Have you heard from Ainsley?” She couldn’t hide her surprise. “Yes. As a matter of fact, she texted me today. Why do you ask?” Pasquale and Denny stared at her for a second. “Is there something going on that I need to know about?” “No, not really,” Denny said. “Not really? What does that mean?” A loud explosion in the movie stole their attention away, but Olivia kept thinking about it, her paranoia creeping in again until her phone vibrated in her hand. It was Pasquale texting from beside her on the couch. ||He’s worried about you. I didn’t tell him anything.|| Olivia looked up at him furtively, then over at Denny. A quip from the lead actor in the movie made the two men break out laughing. It was the kind of one-liner that Olivia would normally enjoy, but she was still stuck in her own crisis wondering when her explosion would come. She doubted she’d follow it up with a quippy comment.

That feeling when your life's about to blow up, but you don't want your family to know.

From my as yet untitled rom com #WIP 1st draft.

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Lawcket looked down at his hand, and flexed his fingers, trying to calm himself. He wasn't exactly un-calm, but this kind of stuff made him uneasy.
“I don't know what I want,” he said finally, his voice very quiet. “I don't want to die, but I don't know if I have any choice. . . .

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Screenshot of the following novel excerpt: She looked at a printed memo on her desk. It had blue streaks across the top and a thick, black line across the middle that covered a good three lines of text. She went to the door and called, “Josie?”
The 40-something secretary in question swiveled her office chair to face Charity.
Charity showed her the memo. “Did you leave this on my desk?”
“Yes, Ma’am. That’s a printout of your memo tellin’ everyone to share pictures of themselves at their desk on that bird website.”
“I can see that. I don’t remember asking for it.”
“Oh, you didn’t! I just thought you'd like to keep a record of the email you sent.”
The perks of using filters meant Charity didn’t have to hide her smile. “Thank you for the thought, but I have a record of it already; I sent the email.”
“Exactly. How can you still have it if you sent it?”
“The email app automatically sends a copy to a Sent folder and saves it; then I can move it to a different folder later if I want.”
“So how come I don’t have that?”
“You do. You should know that from your training when you started with Pearlshot.”
“I mean yeah, but that was two years ago and I didn’t pay attention then because I didn’t think I’d need to know any of it. I mean, it’s just PR, that’s just talkin’ to people, and I was pretty popular back in high school, so…”
“Uh huh. Well, moving on, why does this printout still have lines on it? I saw Tech Support come in this morning with all the stuff to fix it.”
“Oh, I made them leave. I didn’t wanna be a bother and we can live with a few lines.”
“Josie, that’s their job! I’ve been trying to get them to come fix that printer for five months. I only finally got them here because Mr. Fomorian personally called them as a promotion gift to me. Look at this; how is anybody supposed to get any meaning from this? What if a member of the press received a communication like this?”
“So you do want the printer fixed?”

Screenshot of the following novel excerpt: She looked at a printed memo on her desk. It had blue streaks across the top and a thick, black line across the middle that covered a good three lines of text. She went to the door and called, “Josie?” The 40-something secretary in question swiveled her office chair to face Charity. Charity showed her the memo. “Did you leave this on my desk?” “Yes, Ma’am. That’s a printout of your memo tellin’ everyone to share pictures of themselves at their desk on that bird website.” “I can see that. I don’t remember asking for it.” “Oh, you didn’t! I just thought you'd like to keep a record of the email you sent.” The perks of using filters meant Charity didn’t have to hide her smile. “Thank you for the thought, but I have a record of it already; I sent the email.” “Exactly. How can you still have it if you sent it?” “The email app automatically sends a copy to a Sent folder and saves it; then I can move it to a different folder later if I want.” “So how come I don’t have that?” “You do. You should know that from your training when you started with Pearlshot.” “I mean yeah, but that was two years ago and I didn’t pay attention then because I didn’t think I’d need to know any of it. I mean, it’s just PR, that’s just talkin’ to people, and I was pretty popular back in high school, so…” “Uh huh. Well, moving on, why does this printout still have lines on it? I saw Tech Support come in this morning with all the stuff to fix it.” “Oh, I made them leave. I didn’t wanna be a bother and we can live with a few lines.” “Josie, that’s their job! I’ve been trying to get them to come fix that printer for five months. I only finally got them here because Mr. Fomorian personally called them as a promotion gift to me. Look at this; how is anybody supposed to get any meaning from this? What if a member of the press received a communication like this?” “So you do want the printer fixed?”

If you work or have worked an office job, I'd bet money you know at least one Josie. Charity feels your pain.

Also I intentionally had this organization use Twitter/X because they're the villains. The heroes use Bluesky!

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From my dystopian sci fi WIP. Raymond tells River about his friend coming over, bringing his pet. Raymond is already exasperated but his also a smooth psycho and will play along,after all, Hank is his best friend. (Cw slavery, derogatory talk)

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Dominika angled her head. "Aren't you a career combatant?"
Caoimhe winced, and Dominika realized her words had been hurtful somehow. That intrigued her.
Pushing past her own pain, Caoimhe answered, "G-getting into the military wasn't really a choice for me. I really... I want to get out of fighting. I know I don't have any expertise for research work, but I'm hoping I can talk to some of the eggheads at this lab, and at least get a foot in the door? God, I'd accept being a gofer. I can learn quick to help them."
Dominika was intrigued enough to push. She folded her arms, settling her weight on one leg. "But why? You're clearly talented for combat, and you've worked hard for it."
Caoimhe blinked, caught by the praise, even if she was a little hurt still. She swallowed, and had to look away from those pale eyes. "I had nowhere to go at the time, so I joined the military. Now killing is all I know how to do. I don't want to stay this way. I hate the things I've seen a-and... done. A-and I've always loved paranormal stuff. Even as a little kid."
The topic shift let her eyes lift, and she went on with more passion and happiness, "Werewolves are real! I've met you! Imagine what other amazing things could be out there? I want to learn about all of them! Study them, understand them! I don't want to kill random werewolves in old farms. I want to learn about them! And anything else!"

Dominika angled her head. "Aren't you a career combatant?" Caoimhe winced, and Dominika realized her words had been hurtful somehow. That intrigued her. Pushing past her own pain, Caoimhe answered, "G-getting into the military wasn't really a choice for me. I really... I want to get out of fighting. I know I don't have any expertise for research work, but I'm hoping I can talk to some of the eggheads at this lab, and at least get a foot in the door? God, I'd accept being a gofer. I can learn quick to help them." Dominika was intrigued enough to push. She folded her arms, settling her weight on one leg. "But why? You're clearly talented for combat, and you've worked hard for it." Caoimhe blinked, caught by the praise, even if she was a little hurt still. She swallowed, and had to look away from those pale eyes. "I had nowhere to go at the time, so I joined the military. Now killing is all I know how to do. I don't want to stay this way. I hate the things I've seen a-and... done. A-and I've always loved paranormal stuff. Even as a little kid." The topic shift let her eyes lift, and she went on with more passion and happiness, "Werewolves are real! I've met you! Imagine what other amazing things could be out there? I want to learn about all of them! Study them, understand them! I don't want to kill random werewolves in old farms. I want to learn about them! And anything else!"

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April 6th - April 12th
April 6th - rampant
April 7th - shortcut
April 8th - need
April 9th - stuff
April 10th - process
April 11th - milk
April 12th - lantern

#WIPSnips a Bluesky Writing Community Tag Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social April 6th - April 12th April 6th - rampant April 7th - shortcut April 8th - need April 9th - stuff April 10th - process April 11th - milk April 12th - lantern

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Caoimhe's an open person, so she doesn't hide her interests or passions. I was fond of that about her from the get-go, and enjoyed letting it show through in the story. It also helps confirm how cold Dominika is in response. At first.
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#WIPSnips word is stuff. ON SALE for 99p/99c for a limited time until 16th April. Grab it while you can.
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When Lyle decides to decline an after-dinner cigar and start a fight instead 🙈 #WIPSnips

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Scene from the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel The Blind Tiger. Notorious gangster Nicholas Fife is questioning gay speakeasy owner Dash Parker about the dead flapper found in his club. Oh, and Fife is giving Dash a straight razor shave.

Scene from the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel The Blind Tiger. Notorious gangster Nicholas Fife is questioning gay speakeasy owner Dash Parker about the dead flapper found in his club. Oh, and Fife is giving Dash a straight razor shave.

Scene from the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel The Blind Tiger. Notorious gangster Nicholas Fife is questioning gay speakeasy owner Dash Parker about the dead flapper found in his club. Oh, and Fife is giving Dash a straight razor shave.

Scene from the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel The Blind Tiger. Notorious gangster Nicholas Fife is questioning gay speakeasy owner Dash Parker about the dead flapper found in his club. Oh, and Fife is giving Dash a straight razor shave.

Book cover for THE BLIND TIGER, the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel as shown on a tablet device. A man in a tuxedo sits in the middle of a smoky room while the shadow of a flapper dances behind his left shoulder and a gangster’s face half-hidden by a fedora glares at him over his right shoulder. Tendrils of smoke surround the book’s title.

Behind the tablet is a sparkly gold table cloth. A barber’s straight razor, which represents the opening scene of the book, rests in the lower right corner.

Book cover for THE BLIND TIGER, the 2nd Hidden Gotham Novel as shown on a tablet device. A man in a tuxedo sits in the middle of a smoky room while the shadow of a flapper dances behind his left shoulder and a gangster’s face half-hidden by a fedora glares at him over his right shoulder. Tendrils of smoke surround the book’s title. Behind the tablet is a sparkly gold table cloth. A barber’s straight razor, which represents the opening scene of the book, rests in the lower right corner.

When a notorious gangster is questioning you while giving you a straight razor shave

Something that can only happen in the world of #QueerNoir!

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Even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t miss this ceremony any more than his last one.

Nat flopped on the suitcase and zipped it around her chest rather than grabbing a larger bag. What she stuffed in there she couldn’t even guess. An outfit for all seasons. An outfit for all emotions more like. Sexy or sweet, casual or dressy. She wasn’t sure which tone she wanted to set when she saw Matt again.

And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him. Often.

Too often?

Even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t miss this ceremony any more than his last one. Nat flopped on the suitcase and zipped it around her chest rather than grabbing a larger bag. What she stuffed in there she couldn’t even guess. An outfit for all seasons. An outfit for all emotions more like. Sexy or sweet, casual or dressy. She wasn’t sure which tone she wanted to set when she saw Matt again. And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him. Often. Too often?

'Stuff'ed -'We'll Make It Last'
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You’re probably gonna want to leave the premises as soon as possible

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Sophia wanted to throw her copy of the handout away immediately, but she knew she’d just get in trouble for it. Instead, she stuffed it in her backpack.

Sophia wanted to throw her copy of the handout away immediately, but she knew she’d just get in trouble for it. Instead, she stuffed it in her backpack.

Um, I never got in trouble for throwing away stuff I was supposed to take home to my parents. 😇

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Egyptian curses are meant to end bloodlines, but Neffi read the fine print.

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Something from the published work again. #WIPSnips

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#WIPSnips from Monah Bk. 1 -- Liena and Monah talking about Bette, her powers, and all the history lessons Monah had been given over the years.
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I think this is one of the more "ooh-la-la" passages I've shared.

When you take stimulants with a hottie while trying to escape space witches on a ship flying through hyperspace and you just have to kiss before you crash.

Has this ever happened to you?

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#WIPsnips "stuff" from Chapter 4, What Doom Pony Knows: When we reach the event horizon of the deadBlob, Fang gives a spectral whoop and dives in, causing a huge splash and concentric waves of startled deadstuff. #writersky #writingcommunity

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It's a #Tenement snip today! Noah & Kazuo find an interesting drawing done by Noah's mom Cassie, a long time ago.

And maybe more than just a drawing... 👀

From TENEMENT, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.

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I have stuffed in Miles From Morning. Hopefully close enough to count!

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I took a #video of the double #rainbow
#stuff like that is #temporary
but in his haste it got erased
my husband, #mophead Larry

#2wordprompt
#inkmine
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I'm conceptualizing time machines as extra-dimensional devices that exist outside of time and space and are therefore had to destroy. Makes it hard to strand a time traveler by simply blowing up their DeLorean or TARDIS

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After a bashful smile, a 'Thank you, sir', and a tip of an imaginary hat, she runs to the bathroom, leaving me alone to shiver and ponder life’s miracles, like the one I had just participated in. I stuff a pillow behind my head and wait for her to return, curious about what comes next. #WIPSnips

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#WIPSnips 'stuff'

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#WIPSnips Apr 9: Fun fact! The word "stuff" originally referred to the padding worn beneath chain mail! The broader meaning came along about a century and a half later.

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Goodbye ceramic #hedgehog
#blistered by the sun
I've packed my #stuff
I'm #moving #out
I'm gonna miss ya, #mum

#thingstowriteabout
#emoetry
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#OurPoetryX
#inkmine

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Back to Damon and Gabriel for a couple of days. At this point, Damon is still getting used to having a houseguest, and Gabriel is still getting used to, well, everything.

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Outside, the sound of scraping pots, fabric being crammed into stuff sacks, and straps being tightened signaled time to get up.
Niwa rustled outside, threw on her boots, and swallowed reconstituted protein packed mush, with the help of some clean spring water.

Outside, the sound of scraping pots, fabric being crammed into stuff sacks, and straps being tightened signaled time to get up. Niwa rustled outside, threw on her boots, and swallowed reconstituted protein packed mush, with the help of some clean spring water.

#camping #backpacking #ecofiction #WIPsnips #stuff

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