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Ebook screenshot from Flight of the Fates, book one, Fight or Flight: "Finding a spot to spend the night wasn’t hard. The soldiers complained about it sometimes, about the prices or the comfort, but it was never hard for me. Any alleyway would work, and all I had to do was look for other faces as grimy as mine, and it didn’t matter what was coaldust and what was just dirt. I split the chicken and bread with them, with the dirty faces who would let me spend the night in their alleyway, and it might’ve been the first food they’d eaten in weeks. I could remember those days, and suddenly I wasn’t very hungry anymore. I’d eaten earlier that day, after all. I gave them my share of chicken and bread too, and one of them - couldn’t have been more than four years old - gave me a hug and started to cry."

Ebook screenshot from Flight of the Fates, book one, Fight or Flight: "Finding a spot to spend the night wasn’t hard. The soldiers complained about it sometimes, about the prices or the comfort, but it was never hard for me. Any alleyway would work, and all I had to do was look for other faces as grimy as mine, and it didn’t matter what was coaldust and what was just dirt. I split the chicken and bread with them, with the dirty faces who would let me spend the night in their alleyway, and it might’ve been the first food they’d eaten in weeks. I could remember those days, and suddenly I wasn’t very hungry anymore. I’d eaten earlier that day, after all. I gave them my share of chicken and bread too, and one of them - couldn’t have been more than four years old - gave me a hug and started to cry."

#WIPSnips "Resident" (vibes) from FotF#1, Fight or Flight

AL takes shelter with a few alleyway residents. I feel like the soldiers who are complaining are probably aiming for a slightly higher calibre of accommodations…

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My snip for the word: Resident (Villager)
I only have villagers, residents of a... village
The snip is early in the relationship of Kiradeii and Rodario. Him not being as smooth and cool as he wanted to be

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Morgan snapped the large paper in front of her, reading from it: Circus sweeps Ulli’s countryside, enchanting patrons with its death-defying stunts, otherworldly acts, and utter enchantment. Mysteriously appearing out of seemingly nowhere, the circus appears in the dead of night in towns and villages across Ulli delighting the young, the old, and everyone in-between. However, one family member of a patron, who did not attend the circus, remarks that those who attended came back changed. Of course any good work of art could have such an effect on its patrons, but what is described here is quite different from that.

Morgan snapped the large paper in front of her, reading from it: Circus sweeps Ulli’s countryside, enchanting patrons with its death-defying stunts, otherworldly acts, and utter enchantment. Mysteriously appearing out of seemingly nowhere, the circus appears in the dead of night in towns and villages across Ulli delighting the young, the old, and everyone in-between. However, one family member of a patron, who did not attend the circus, remarks that those who attended came back changed. Of course any good work of art could have such an effect on its patrons, but what is described here is quite different from that.

Morgan is the financier of the circus and she is not pleased with what the towns’ residents are accusing them of… 🎪🖤✨ #WIPSnips from TMF for “resident”

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I escaped to a residential area; young adults. Not a retirement community, that was clear. A twentysomething man–dressed in a pink-yellow-and-blue outfit that would’ve been considered over-the-top for a Blaxploitation ‘ghetto pimp’ character–was walking a dog of no breed I’d ever seen. Shaped kind of like an Irish Setter, yet it had a short brindle coat… except the last quarter of the legs. Which had long hair, like a canine Clydesdale. It served to remind me that everything I beheld had diverged thousands of years ago. I had more in common with an early Phoenician than the guy holding the leash.

I escaped to a residential area; young adults. Not a retirement community, that was clear. A twentysomething man–dressed in a pink-yellow-and-blue outfit that would’ve been considered over-the-top for a Blaxploitation ‘ghetto pimp’ character–was walking a dog of no breed I’d ever seen. Shaped kind of like an Irish Setter, yet it had a short brindle coat… except the last quarter of the legs. Which had long hair, like a canine Clydesdale. It served to remind me that everything I beheld had diverged thousands of years ago. I had more in common with an early Phoenician than the guy holding the leash.

#WIPSnips 11: resident

What's the protocol for getting stranded in an alternate history, anyway?

#SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF

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“Anne! Anne! Breathe, slow down! I can’t understand you! What accident? Shit, are you okay?” My car was waiting for me in front of the fountain, where the valet was holding the door open, repeatedly saying “Pretty lady, your car”, while gesturing for me to get in as a line of other residents’ cars piled up behind mine. It was the most English I’d heard from the valets since I moved in. I had once gone home with a guy I’d met at the after party for the Latin Billboard Awards who commented the next morning that “the best thing about Miami is how close it is to America.” I quickly got dressed and made a silent vow to never fuck that guy again. I didn’t have a ton of standards but not being a racist douche was definitely one of them, no matter how tight your abs were. Tucking my phone against my shoulder as I picked up my bag, I tried to ignore the glares from the other tenants waiting for their cars. Which I, pretty lady, was suddenly a part of delaying.

“Anne! Anne! Breathe, slow down! I can’t understand you! What accident? Shit, are you okay?” My car was waiting for me in front of the fountain, where the valet was holding the door open, repeatedly saying “Pretty lady, your car”, while gesturing for me to get in as a line of other residents’ cars piled up behind mine. It was the most English I’d heard from the valets since I moved in. I had once gone home with a guy I’d met at the after party for the Latin Billboard Awards who commented the next morning that “the best thing about Miami is how close it is to America.” I quickly got dressed and made a silent vow to never fuck that guy again. I didn’t have a ton of standards but not being a racist douche was definitely one of them, no matter how tight your abs were. Tucking my phone against my shoulder as I picked up my bag, I tried to ignore the glares from the other tenants waiting for their cars. Which I, pretty lady, was suddenly a part of delaying.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “resident”. I’ve definitely shared at least part of this before but sharing is caring! #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

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She knew she should be patient. Such clues always unveiled gradually, like a puzzle whose pieces she first had to find, instead of just putting them together. Still, it remained as frustrating as ever. This was why she tolerated seers at best, but never enjoyed working with them, and trusted them even less. Of the Underworld’s denizens, sure, they tended to be the least annoying, in that they didn’t sprout fangs or claws or fur, didn’t try to drink people’s blood, didn’t go around peddling suspicious Fae wares or swapping children in their cribs, didn’t even wield much magic to begin with. Usually. Yet they were still straddling that border between the mundane and the supernatural, between unknowing mortals and that world born from the Veil of old, back to those times when the substance of the Obverse had still been leaking into the human world, a drop here, a drop there, until one day or one night, a shapeshifter or a vampire arose from the puddle.

She knew she should be patient. Such clues always unveiled gradually, like a puzzle whose pieces she first had to find, instead of just putting them together. Still, it remained as frustrating as ever. This was why she tolerated seers at best, but never enjoyed working with them, and trusted them even less. Of the Underworld’s denizens, sure, they tended to be the least annoying, in that they didn’t sprout fangs or claws or fur, didn’t try to drink people’s blood, didn’t go around peddling suspicious Fae wares or swapping children in their cribs, didn’t even wield much magic to begin with. Usually. Yet they were still straddling that border between the mundane and the supernatural, between unknowing mortals and that world born from the Veil of old, back to those times when the substance of the Obverse had still been leaking into the human world, a drop here, a drop there, until one day or one night, a shapeshifter or a vampire arose from the puddle.

I don't have "resident", but "denizen" should do the trick?
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Context: Sam reflecting upon her encounter with Kgabu, the young seer she met at Amara's place.

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Brandon doesn't have much experience with golems, or he'd realise there is something very wrong here.

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This met with grumbling affirmation. The gathered denizens of The World saw the demon's unsubtle point. Seeing it, little time would pass before they fell into its starving maw, and were lost. From my reclined position deep in the well of the Crystal Palace, I observed the hundreds-strong assemblage of worried, fearful people, the envoys of all those living precariously in our world. The multitude made for a varied congregation. There were Nazis, Naked People, Heroes, Villains, random manufactured Friends, Family, and Sex Objects, all manner of thrills, terrors, and bland nothings dreamed by the creatures who had made our universe. The shining knights in their white and gold tabards, with their ornate swords in polished leather scabbards. The fairy princesses, both sensual and demure, in opulent gowns and ornate hair, their large eyes watery and defiled from recent worry. The black trolls, indistinct, little more than shadowed hulks with rocky shoulders and blazing red embers for eyes. Dragons perched on the flying buttresses that supported massive piers, themselves supporting nothing. Spiders crawled the mighty, refracting columns. And, towering over all, the writhing pillar of black smoke challenged me as a blade challenges flesh.

This met with grumbling affirmation. The gathered denizens of The World saw the demon's unsubtle point. Seeing it, little time would pass before they fell into its starving maw, and were lost. From my reclined position deep in the well of the Crystal Palace, I observed the hundreds-strong assemblage of worried, fearful people, the envoys of all those living precariously in our world. The multitude made for a varied congregation. There were Nazis, Naked People, Heroes, Villains, random manufactured Friends, Family, and Sex Objects, all manner of thrills, terrors, and bland nothings dreamed by the creatures who had made our universe. The shining knights in their white and gold tabards, with their ornate swords in polished leather scabbards. The fairy princesses, both sensual and demure, in opulent gowns and ornate hair, their large eyes watery and defiled from recent worry. The black trolls, indistinct, little more than shadowed hulks with rocky shoulders and blazing red embers for eyes. Dragons perched on the flying buttresses that supported massive piers, themselves supporting nothing. Spiders crawled the mighty, refracting columns. And, towering over all, the writhing pillar of black smoke challenged me as a blade challenges flesh.

I'll have to go with vibes this time.
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“Poor souls,” Diodorus spoke up. “They probably thought they could spike in and out before they were noticed. I have never known the Despotate to take prisoners, either.” “Are you at all familiar with the Extali, Diodorus?” He rolled his shoulders, a heavy motion, a rusty cog’s first spin. “I occasionally traded with a political exile in the Scrapsea in Bayinnaung,” he said. “A difficult spirit, but from what I could gather, much softer than its kin back home. It lived in the Scrapsea out of choice, in burrows of its own making—claimed that it considered the density of non-Extali in the residential layers ‘a gnawing, a splitting, a rotting of the soul’.” “Charming. When charting the course, let’s make sure we stay clear of Extali systems.”

“Poor souls,” Diodorus spoke up. “They probably thought they could spike in and out before they were noticed. I have never known the Despotate to take prisoners, either.” “Are you at all familiar with the Extali, Diodorus?” He rolled his shoulders, a heavy motion, a rusty cog’s first spin. “I occasionally traded with a political exile in the Scrapsea in Bayinnaung,” he said. “A difficult spirit, but from what I could gather, much softer than its kin back home. It lived in the Scrapsea out of choice, in burrows of its own making—claimed that it considered the density of non-Extali in the residential layers ‘a gnawing, a splitting, a rotting of the soul’.” “Charming. When charting the course, let’s make sure we stay clear of Extali systems.”

Fresh from First Light Book 2--which I am pleased to say, had its first draft completed just yesterday! A WIP not for much longer, I hope!

Poor Yana, she really thinks the plot will let her avoid the Oops, All Xenophobes! species.

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Ah! The Nightmareverse :)

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“Do you always park so far away?” I craned my neck to look back. The school had shrunk to a speck in the distance. “Easier to get out. I hate getting pinned.” The way he said ‘pinned’, there seemed to be something deeper there than parking lot strategy. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel before deliberately relaxing. A few blocks away, Bronte Memorial Park sat nestled between residential streets, a small neighborhood green space with old oak trees and a scattering of benches along winding footpaths. At 4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon, the park was tranquil—just a few dog walkers in the distance and the occasional jogger out for exercise.

“Do you always park so far away?” I craned my neck to look back. The school had shrunk to a speck in the distance. “Easier to get out. I hate getting pinned.” The way he said ‘pinned’, there seemed to be something deeper there than parking lot strategy. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel before deliberately relaxing. A few blocks away, Bronte Memorial Park sat nestled between residential streets, a small neighborhood green space with old oak trees and a scattering of benches along winding footpaths. At 4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon, the park was tranquil—just a few dog walkers in the distance and the occasional jogger out for exercise.

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Resident - excerpt from Tomb House
Gothic Sci-fi 🔭
Parent Death/Recent Loss 🪦
Dead Sister Mystery ♊
Normal Life vs. Destiny 🧬
Family Legacy/Inheritance 👵
Secrets and Memory ❓
Forbidden/Star-Crossed Love 💘
Healing through Love 💗

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The 2026 Prism awards: Celebrating the best in paranormal, fantasy & Speculative romance published in 2025. Categories: Dark Paranormal, Light Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Historical, Novella, Erotic, Young Adult, SciFi/Time Travel/Dystopian. www.ffprwa.com/prism-2026-contest

The 2026 Prism awards: Celebrating the best in paranormal, fantasy & Speculative romance published in 2025. Categories: Dark Paranormal, Light Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Historical, Novella, Erotic, Young Adult, SciFi/Time Travel/Dystopian. www.ffprwa.com/prism-2026-contest

In 2025, did you publish a dark romance with a morally grey 🧛? A hot 👽 romance? A sexy and romantic steampunk? Maybe a romantasy bursting with 🐉 , 🧝‍♂️ , or 🧙‍♂️ ? A page-burning erotic romance with the 👿 of our dreams?

Then enter the 2026 PRISM Contest—entries close March 31! ffprwa.com/prism-2026-c...

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#storytelling #writing #writinglife #writingphilosophy #writer #writingcommunity #fantasy #sciencefiction

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Here's mine Freaky Friday static electricity catto pic for you all. With tulips. Love you all. Hugs from my family 🩷

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Neil Sedaka, “Breaking Up Is Hard to Do” and “Laughter in the Rain” Singer-Songwriter, Dies at 86 The Brooklynite's esteemed body of work also includes "Calendar Girl," "Oh! Carol," "Love Will Keep Us Together," "Where the Boys Are," "Bad Blood" and "Solitaire."

Neil Sedaka was so talented, and he inspired me to follow my dream of being a songwriter.

With love and gratitude and condolences to his family.

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Have a 2025 romance release in paranormal, fantasy, futuristic/sci-fi, urban fantasy, ya, or historical/steampunk/gaslamp genres? The RWA Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal's 2026 PRISM Awards is now open. ffprwa.com/prism-2026-c... #indieauthor
#rwaffp #pnrauthor #romantasyauthor #writingcontest

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Since I brought the mums inside, tiny bugs keep landing on my monitor. My writing goes like:
Hero runs into protagonist. Squish! The two kiss. Splat! Emotions rise. "Die, dirty bugs!" I spray my monitor with Raid. Protagonist blows the hero away.
This bug problem may be influencing my writing...

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They used to "laugh and call him names." Now they're all dead

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Sure, there are "moral" issues since AI scrapes human art to learn art. But, again, that writer is poor. They can't afford a human artist. They CAN afford a free AI. Let them have that. It beats a white cover with plain black print. Or an ugly doodle.

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Least you caught it now! 😆 You don’t catch em unless you post or publish first.

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Robert Redford, actor, director, environmentalist, dead at 89 - NewsBreak Robert Redford, the dashing actor and Oscar-winning director who eschewed his status as a Hollywood leading man to champion causes close to his heart, died

R.I.P. Robert Redford

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Trump was gunning for him for awhile. First Colbert, now Kimmel. He’s just going to keep going.

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A cat is reading a book with the title "How to buy new books and pretend like it was an accident."

A cat is reading a book with the title "How to buy new books and pretend like it was an accident."

📚💙

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two men are standing next to each other in a room and one of them is wearing a green shirt and tie . ALT: two men are standing next to each other in a room and one of them is wearing a green shirt and tie .

me: I just finished my novel.
my novel:

#5amwritersclub #amwriting #booksky #writersky #authorsky #WIP #poetry #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

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This is resonating with me….Stop telling me God has specially equipped me to meet this trial as if He has given me this misery for a gift

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Love this!

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Your dose of cuteness 🦒🥰🥰🥰

Good morning friends

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So true!!! You never know what will resonate with folks.

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