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This is from a story I've been working on for years called Clay.

About a writer who discovers his dad, who went missing has been living another life for years before he was murdered & has left him everything

It's a dark horror fantasy
#WIPSnips "stuff"
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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This is from a story I've been working on for years called Clay.

About a writer who discovers his dad, who went missing has been living another life for years before he was murdered & has left him everything

It's a dark horror fantasy
#WIPSnips "stuff"
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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Exploring the unknown, the Lonely Ship crew often come across odd technology and strange cultures. It's easy for them to make assumptions and make the wrong call. Moving on from that and making the best of a bad situation becomes their forte.

#TimeTravelAuthors #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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From Space Race
Dick and Frankie discussing Ulysses' ravings while both he and Ulysses are in the base hospital.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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An illustration of a Stonehenge-like megalithic structure on the Moon, with the Earth hung in black space above the lunar surface it occupies.

An illustration of a Stonehenge-like megalithic structure on the Moon, with the Earth hung in black space above the lunar surface it occupies.

“Temple to Gaia”

Art by me for April’s upcoming #SciFanSat issue and its theme of EARTH! Writers, 7 days remain until submissions are due on April 16th. Full details are on our landing page at scifansat.com/landing.html!

#SFF #AmWritingScifi #AmWritingFantasy #WritingPrompts

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Inside, I played with my hands while I waited for the clock to change, signifying the beginning of visiting hours. I swear it took three hours for fifteen minutes to pass. I found myself looking at the door often, contemplating whether I should just get up and make a run for it, back to the safety of my car. Finally, the security guard broke the silence and announced it was 7p.m.; I officially had an hour of visiting time. That was all we got, two hours in the afternoon (for immediate family only) and one hour at night. It wasn’t nearly enough. I gathered my stuff and walked as steadily as I could through the corridor, turning right at the end, then a left, and found myself staring at an extensive, typed list of visitor restrictions taped to a window.

My hands were shaking as I signed in, scanning the sheet for names of anyone I knew, and I wiped them off on my jeans in an attempt to hide the clamminess. Suddenly the door buzzed and I crossed over from the sane to the insane. I expected there to be someone there waiting to pat me down or at least check my bag for serious contraband, like shoelaces. There was no one. I could’ve brought Marc a 347 Magnum to take out the whole staff while executing his master plan to escape and no one would’ve been the wiser.

Inside, I played with my hands while I waited for the clock to change, signifying the beginning of visiting hours. I swear it took three hours for fifteen minutes to pass. I found myself looking at the door often, contemplating whether I should just get up and make a run for it, back to the safety of my car. Finally, the security guard broke the silence and announced it was 7p.m.; I officially had an hour of visiting time. That was all we got, two hours in the afternoon (for immediate family only) and one hour at night. It wasn’t nearly enough. I gathered my stuff and walked as steadily as I could through the corridor, turning right at the end, then a left, and found myself staring at an extensive, typed list of visitor restrictions taped to a window. My hands were shaking as I signed in, scanning the sheet for names of anyone I knew, and I wiped them off on my jeans in an attempt to hide the clamminess. Suddenly the door buzzed and I crossed over from the sane to the insane. I expected there to be someone there waiting to pat me down or at least check my bag for serious contraband, like shoelaces. There was no one. I could’ve brought Marc a 347 Magnum to take out the whole staff while executing his master plan to escape and no one would’ve been the wiser.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “stuff” Bianca makes her first trip to the “don’t-be-crazy-hospital” #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting

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#WIPSnips “stuff”

Just some light body disposal conversation.

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Little old cottages in the middle of a forest can be rather stuffy, especially when filled with peculiar jars...

Oh and a giant cauldron with strange objects floating inside...

Ashley Knight Saves the Other World!

#WIPSnips "stuff"
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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Ashley looked at a shelf that had jars stacked on them, they were filled with eyeballs, insects, toad legs and generally not very nice things.
“Why would you keep this stuff?” he asked her.
“For my potions.”
“What you some kinda witch?” he asked her as he poked at one jar that looked like something was living inside.
“A witch? That isn't very nice.”
Ashley walked over to the cauldron and looked at it bubbling away, an eyeball sprung to the surface, making him stutter backwards.
“What is that?” he asked.
“It's my stock,” she answered.
“For what eyeball soup?”
He turned and looked at the grinning old woman, who licked her lips.
“No two-foot pie!”
“What pie?” he answered, before he realised what was going on. “Hold on! You mean me, don't you?”
A shrill scream echoed out as she charged at him, with a kitchen knife in hand, she missed him as he dived over her table knocking plates and other things off. He was one side, she the other if he went right, she mirrored him.
“Why does everyone want to eat me? Can't we just talk about this?” he asked.
“NO!” she answered.
“But I saved your life!”
“Thank you but I'm hungry!”
Another lunge saw the knife sticking into the table, Ashley had to act fast, he grabbed a pan and whacked her in the face with it. She yelped in pain.
“Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you,” he apologised.

Ashley looked at a shelf that had jars stacked on them, they were filled with eyeballs, insects, toad legs and generally not very nice things. “Why would you keep this stuff?” he asked her. “For my potions.” “What you some kinda witch?” he asked her as he poked at one jar that looked like something was living inside. “A witch? That isn't very nice.” Ashley walked over to the cauldron and looked at it bubbling away, an eyeball sprung to the surface, making him stutter backwards. “What is that?” he asked. “It's my stock,” she answered. “For what eyeball soup?” He turned and looked at the grinning old woman, who licked her lips. “No two-foot pie!” “What pie?” he answered, before he realised what was going on. “Hold on! You mean me, don't you?” A shrill scream echoed out as she charged at him, with a kitchen knife in hand, she missed him as he dived over her table knocking plates and other things off. He was one side, she the other if he went right, she mirrored him. “Why does everyone want to eat me? Can't we just talk about this?” he asked. “NO!” she answered. “But I saved your life!” “Thank you but I'm hungry!” Another lunge saw the knife sticking into the table, Ashley had to act fast, he grabbed a pan and whacked her in the face with it. She yelped in pain. “Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you,” he apologised.

Little old cottages in the middle of a forest can be rather stuffy, especially when filled with peculiar jars...

Oh and a giant cauldron with strange objects floating inside...

Ashley Knight Saves the Other World!

#WIPSnips "stuff"
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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I had three notes with “stuff” in their names, all non-fiction. So, I give you trans vampire Suga and slayer Oikawa #WIPSnips. This scene is one of those looks-funny-but-actually-daily-horror moments.
Vampire AU Haikyuu #CrowsDen

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
one-shot link ↓

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Oof. Depends heavily on when you ask my main #AwesomeCharacter. If it's late in the story: Don't go to the swamps.
That would have changed... a lot in the world.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Authors and Gamemasters, today's world building question!

Describe the military in your world; command structures, capabilities, historical impact, common uses, etc. What is the general attitude toward the military?

#worldbuilding #storydevelopment #writingcommunity #writersky #writingprompts

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A very fresh snippet in today's #WIPSnips, from the current chapter!
Kragh is not good at communicating his intents.

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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G'morning #WIPsnips!
I indeed have some stuffs from Cavern Clipper. I'd think almost everyone would have at least one stuff in their works.
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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writingbattle.com/join-battle/... I joined the upcoming Verdant Owl Battle with writers from around the world. Get Ready to Battle on Apr 12, 2026! @writingbattle.bsky.social
#flashfiction #writingprompts #writerslife #WritingCommunity #writersofbluesky

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Writing Battle The league for creative writers. Join the largest writing competition and most supportive community for writers on the web.

I flopped out of the first round of NYC Midnight. Political satire, imo, should've been banned this year... I joined the Verdant Owl Battle to keep myself going. Join me on April 12 if you dare! @writingbattle.bsky.social #shortfiction #writingprompts #writerslife #WritingCommunity #writersofbluesky

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the Trickster’s pierced lips
sealed lies and the bitter truth
the gods would not bear

#PoisonPen #WritingPrompts
#raptcruelty #haiku #writing #micropoetry

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#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #traumamakesdrama

[from Renouncing the Old Ways]

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#WIPSnips April 9 "stuff"

From the short story, The Great Arafura Air Race

Aussie slang: "stuffed:" being in trouble or in a hopeless situation.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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#stuff from The Runechildren, Book Six of the Lonely Ship Saga.

During a night of frivolity, Miriham's former fiancé lets his heart get the better of him.

(Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/)

#writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

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The #WIPSnips word for April 9th is "stuff"

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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Plenty of *stuff* snips to offer today.

1st Women's Fiction w/sapphic romance series
2nd Western w/sapphic romance series
3rd MG standalone
4th Sapphic romance/? WIP ~1st MC POV
5th Same above ~2nd MC POV

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic

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lethal silence clots
where the noise in the end broke
the century’s spine

#GrimScribe #WritingPrompts
#lethalsilence #haiku #writing #micropoetry

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Angels wrecked Lyra's plans for Annie's birthday two years in a row 👎

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

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From WIP 3

Lucy was writing a new chapter, and needed a synonym for "soft." One thing led to another, and, well, mistakes were made with a thesaurus.
It has been confiscated now!

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters

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#LoreOutLoud, a community event logo against a globe; Hosted by Daryl. Rainbow glitter in the background; Day 009 Shadow on the Threshold - Where do your ideas usually come from, and how do you notice the ones worth pursuing?

#LoreOutLoud, a community event logo against a globe; Hosted by Daryl. Rainbow glitter in the background; Day 009 Shadow on the Threshold - Where do your ideas usually come from, and how do you notice the ones worth pursuing?

Day 009 // WEEK 2: ROOTS & BEGINNINGS
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Repost the daily prompt with #LoreOutLoud to feature your entry in Queer Authors 🌈✒️ Dive into the feed to explore all the amazing stories unfolding during our community event: bsky.app/profile/did:...
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#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Him. The Mountain King. The tall, dark figure with blue stars in place of eyes, cutting a striking pose in his uniform, his curly black hair floating in his back, his feet firmly planted atop that pile of corpses. All the details, too. Not just some basic uniform: one with enough details to show the artist had done their research. Not just random dead bodies, but the ones of his fellow soldiers, comrades and foes alike (double-checking pictures on Wikipedia and a few other pages written by various history buffs proved it). There was a terrifying, overwhelming presence to this character, to his dialogue always in blue text inside black bubbles—the same blue as his eyes—and to the meaning of his words. This kind of foe didn’t die in this one episode, oh, no. He would come back to haunt the heroes many times, if only because he did seem made of the stuff of dreams itself: an actual nightmare, feeding and thriving on all the mental sludge people vomited into the Oneiros when they slumbered.

Him. The Mountain King. The tall, dark figure with blue stars in place of eyes, cutting a striking pose in his uniform, his curly black hair floating in his back, his feet firmly planted atop that pile of corpses. All the details, too. Not just some basic uniform: one with enough details to show the artist had done their research. Not just random dead bodies, but the ones of his fellow soldiers, comrades and foes alike (double-checking pictures on Wikipedia and a few other pages written by various history buffs proved it). There was a terrifying, overwhelming presence to this character, to his dialogue always in blue text inside black bubbles—the same blue as his eyes—and to the meaning of his words. This kind of foe didn’t die in this one episode, oh, no. He would come back to haunt the heroes many times, if only because he did seem made of the stuff of dreams itself: an actual nightmare, feeding and thriving on all the mental sludge people vomited into the Oneiros when they slumbered.

Only 4 instances of "stuff" in here??
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #DreamNoMore

From when Sam reads the "Dream No More" comics within the story. The Mountain King is a main antagonist in there, and he's staying with her. (Not sure if posted a similar excerpt in the past.)

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#writesky #writingprompts

Jackdaw saved Ben's life in the early days of the war.

Sometimes he dreams of going back in time and making wiser choices so that Ben's head winds up on a Redatan glaive. He sews Ben's pipe between his lips in his fantasy. Jackdaw's daydreams about Ben are very detailed.

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#WIPSnips
Alakshi marvels, in her own casual way, at what's left of a city that the forest is well on its way to reclaiming.

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #writingprompt #amwriting

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when real thins out,
imaginary gods stand
cups held to the mist

#WeirdMicro #WritingPrompts
#imaginarygods #haiku #writing #micropoetry

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