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Day 31: Adelle faces one of her fellow knights in Prideseeker...

Slowly, as if in a dream, her lips met his. He closed his eyes and trembled, accepting the kiss, returning it, for the last few age-long moments of the gloaming that coated them, the water, the trees. And then he lifted his hand to clasp hers, taking it gently from his cheek to rest on the turf between them. “Lara. I began to ...” “To tell me a thing,” Lara murmured … … In the space of a heartbeat her eyes dropped to their hands. She blinked rapidly. She would not say the word. Carefully he lifted his hand from hers, opened it, took it away. They sat in the dark, in the stillness of fallen night. Quiet steps approached; a pale horse head dropped from above to touch Lara’s hair with a soft muzzle. She gathered her feet under her, and went with the mare.

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Thanks much for this fun set of prompts. It got me looking at my female characters and I realize I haven’t been doing them justice.
Mine for the last day, vibing #pulse
They just got back together, but he had to tell her the thing.
Ellipsis=omitted his words (telling the thing)

She giggled, began a retort—but then held it, gazing at him instead with her mirthful honey eyes. In the end she did not speak; instead she leant a little towards him and turned to him the rose of her cheek. He had not expected it, nor the way his heart would jump sideways in response. But he wasn’t cowed. He leant in, too.

It's the end of #ScribbledSheroes! And… I only have one "pulse" and it's for a male character!!

Hemmed and hawed… decided to share this from the very, very end. Who is it? What happens next? You'll have to read the book…🤭

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*context: Peregrine is in frog form
from Peregrine Pax // My Best Friend is an Interdimensional Shape-shifting Time Traveller 🚀🌌😸 a middle-grade sci-fi adventure, currently in revision

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#scribbledsheroes Mar 31 - This snip is from my upcoming #fantasy #RobinHood #retelling Hero at Heart. #fairytale #zombie #apocalypse #indie #books #indiebooks #indieauthor #booksky

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Kevra the necromancer and the zombies she controls have bony spikes growing out of them, which give off blue mist and turn your flesh necrotic if they so much as scratch you. Seff has already been cursed this way.

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Molly's stratospheric guitar was the wind, and light, and everything of the heavens, while Allie's bass possessed, on some tracks, a searing pulse, like magma billowing up in red-hot torrents from beneath the ground.

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31. "Pulse"
Excerpt from serial chapter VII
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For the last one, here's a snip from Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy, when Mireia & Kena are being trained by Ru'ul. Sometimes the thirst just hits you.
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In memory of proper lesbian bars.
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Allllrighty then, better find something good for the last of these.
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Is she dead or isn't she?
The Flying Spaghetti Monster (don't ask why he's called Luigi) and Liana seem to disagree.
Her body still has a pulse, for now...

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Plain text with the word pulse highlighted. Text reads: “Halt.” Mother Borrallo didn’t shout, but her voice echoed with the pulse of the Gray Lady’s power. The frosty edge of divinity made the word boom from all corners of the graveyard, as final as a crypt door clanging into place. Spencer glanced past the overgrown remnant’s hunched shoulders to see the Grim Mother standing in the creature’s path, one hand raised and glowing with pulsing lavender light. Elton and Sister Audrey lay in a tangle on the ground behind her. “End it, Brother!” Mother Borrallo commanded in that weighty tone, each word falling from her lips like the headsman's axe thudding into the block. The wind whipped up around them, flapping the woman’s veil angrily around her face.

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Mother Borrallo's official title is Grim Mother, Keeper of Ash and Bone, and she definitely earns her reputation here.

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

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A teal record case playing a vinyl. 3/31/25 "And the rest? Just to make sure I have it all correct." She whispered it to me and I wrote it down comparing it to what she'd written. It was a bit of a mess so I repeated it back to her just to be sure. She nodded but didn't say more. Tucking the paper in my pocket, I set the pen on her nightstand and circled around to the side she was facing and crouched down with a sigh. This sucks. "Don't feel obligated, kay? I know you have a busy life. I'll be okay.” "I know you will, honey. I know a tough girl when I see one," I smiled and covered her hand with mine. "Is it okay that I intrude a little and call you now and then?" She nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that." "Good, me too. Come walk me out, honey?" I helped her sit up and took her hand as we walked toward her door together. As we passed her kitchen, my pulse began to thrum in my ears and panic filled my insides. Would I ever have something like this again? This comfortable, easy thing we'd shared? Was I walking away from something truly great to go back to something that felt soul sucking in every sense of the word? I forced myself to open the door and stepped out onto wooden stairs, turning to look at her. I felt relieved and sad at the same time, seeing the same thing I was feeling reflected in her eyes.

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An excerpt from Heart's Home (A TKC Origin Novel) by Kel Grayson
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#SCRIBBLEDSHEROES MARCH WRITING PROMPTS FOR THE #WRITINGCOMMUNITY 1: CROWN 9: STRENGTH 17: BRIDGE 25: RIFT 2: TRAIL 10: PROGRESS 18: HISTORY 26: FORGE 3: VOICES 11: HORIZON 19: MARCH 27: SHIELD 4: ECHO 12: IMMORTAL 20: WISDOM 28: BLOOM 5: DEFY 13: CONNECTION 21: LEGEND 29: EXPRESS 6: PASSION 14: ARMOR 22: GRACE 30: GUIDE 7: PERSEVERANCE 15: ROOTS 23: AMBITION 31: PULSE 8: WOMEN 16: CHANGE 24: REVOLUTION Share an excerpt from your story with the daily word for March! Don't forget: * Use the hashtag * Add alt text to your images * Synonyms/vibes are fine if you don't have the exact word * Support your fellow writers <3 Hosted by @VeloraVenn.bsky.social

Ouch. Even blocks hurt. The force rattles me, and I'm faltering for a second, shaking the pain in my forearm off. But no way am I going down this easily. Recovering quickly enough, I produce my light blade - as solid as any of the other projections around me - from its sheath in my utility belt. With clenched teeth, I drive it up towards the bot's unarmored belly, catching it in a clean slice. Sparks fly faux sparks, mind you, because this thing isn't made of real metal and inner workings, just hard light tech. But the bundle of realistic-enough wires I freed that are now doing their best fireworks impression is satisfying all the same. Before the bot has time to retaliate, I book it, leaping over purple and blue rocks that dance with light. I scramble up a series of hills and a steep incline like a squirrel on caffeine, baiting the bot to follow. Erratically, thanks to the damage I caused it, the bot changes course just as anticipated. I allow myself a wry smile as I survey the distance. My pulse skips a beat, stuttering from a heady mix of hope and adrenaline. I'm almost to the finish line of this arduous obstacle course and battlefield. Just a few more shifting platforms to cross and I'll be home free. The bot, however, emits a low, metallic, warning growl, challenging my success as it charges after me like it has no sense of self-preservation.

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This is the last of these #WritingPrompts. Thank you so much for participating! 🥹🥰 I held this in honor of women’s month (the background colors of the image being the women’s suffrage flag). Let us hope for brighter days. ☀️

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from Peregrine Pax // My Best Friend is an Interdimensional Shape-shifting Time Traveller 🚀🌌😸 a middle-grade sci-fi adventure, currently in revision

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From page 2! setting it all up :)

"I need a guide and maybe a bodyguard to get me to Teo."

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Day 30: a bit of info about Tsal, the deity who blesses Adelle in Prideseeker.

Hi all, today's #ScribbledSheroes (30) is a bit late, cause it's been a hell of a Sunday for mental health. A discussion between the two Sheroes:
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Seff is cold, uncomfortable, and under a huge amount of stress. For the first time in her time as a squire, she's getting willful and cranky, even with Drohim.

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“Go,” she whispered as she landed light beside them again. “And then give me back my hook.” Alexander only nodded his thanks before he grabbed the rope. But as he left the ground, he heard Hunt’s voice behind him, soft. “I cannot think you mean what you say.” “How’s that?” scoffed Sable. “He and I are men.” “Aye, and you, too, will end up like the rest, if you don’t do something about it.”

I don't have the exact word "guide" for a female character #ScribbledSheroes 30, but I do have this moment with Sable, which follows her explaining to the boys that "Yes, All Men".

An amber-colored electric guitar in front of a small Fender amplifier. 3/30/25 She frowned deeply, giving me a look I instantly read as disappointment, before she gently pulled me to stand and brought me over to the kitchen sink. Turning on the tap, she guided my palms under the running water and after another long, quiet moment of lathering and cleaning the dried blood away, she finally spoke to me. “Are you alright?” The concern in her voice matched the look in her eyes, at least. “Shawn said he found you down near the road?” I nodded and stared down at my hands where she was patting them dry with some kitchen towel and examining them now they were clean. “No one should walk along there, sweetheart. The traffic is just too heavy. Hardly anyone follows the posted limit. So, please, if you could do us a favor and stick to roaming around the farm?” She sighed a moment later. “And Jack was wondering this very morning if you’d maybe want to learn how to ride. I think these should heal first, though. I’ll tell him to save that thought. You’ll let him know when or if you wanna give it a go, hm? He was really excited about the idea.” She patted the back of my hand with a soft smile. I gave another small nod, bracing myself for the “And don’t let me ever catch you by the road again” part of the conversation. Surely, the deeper questions were coming. He could have told you anything he wanted, and he’d be the far more believable one of us.

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An excerpt from The Kendrick Chronicles: Book 1 - Unforgivable by Kel Grayson
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The Golden Gate Bridge at sunset with a red-orange sky and purple tones on a beach in the foreground. 3/29/25 "You've done this before?" he asked, gently holding my right hand. "A few times with Rachel, yeah. It can at least take the edge off." Jason replied as he sat down on my other side. He patted my knee and I tearfully looked up at him encountering a sad expression. "God, I've seen this look so many times over the years," he gently cupped my cheek with a sigh. "Rachel has a hard time with bad memories too. We learned a technique to help her a bit. Will you let me show it to you?" "W-what is it?" I sniffled. "Something a doctor taught us. It's a fuckin' weird-ass thing but it works for her. It's called Tapping. There are certain places on your face and your hands that, when you tap on them, it calms down panic and neutralizes bad memories," Jay explained. "It looks like this," he added, tapping his index and middle fingertips on the inner edge of his eyebrow. He gently touched his fingertip back to my face showing me the five places on my face, followed by the top of my left hand and then along the outer edge. I looked up at him and nodded, "My meridians." Jason arched a brow and me and looked over at Scott. "Never heard someone give them a name before."

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An excerpt from HeartBeats: Book 1 - by Kel Grayson (indefinitely shelved)
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Plain text with the word misguided highlighted. Text reads: “Is that how you became tangled up with these Blackboots?” Yet another question rumbled past the good Brother’s lips. “A misspent youth?” It was close enough to the truth for Wren’s purposes. She fiddled with her glass again, turning it until the etched pattern caught a stray beam of sunlight, throwing rainbows across black velvet. The concerned furrow had returned to Brother Spencer’s brow, and Wren needed to steer him clear of any misguided attempts at chivalry.

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Wren is attempting to steer Spencer in a certain direction with this conversation and it isn't going the way she wants.

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

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“How come you’re here?”
“For the Vouivre’s gold.”
“You’ll have a hard time finding a guide, nobody goes near that hill. She flies around it sometimes and folk think she might eat them.”

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“No, not that. Why only appear for me? You’re a god. You could be there for everyone. To guide them.”
“Guide them where, Crattus son of Panus? In the Field of Tunnus, everything they need is under their feet. What would you have me do?”
“Be a friendly face?”
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“All love comes with pain, iidi,” said the priestess. “The greater the love, the greater the pain. That is the price we pay.” “I don’t know if I can pay that price,” Kena confessed. He let out a slow breath. “But at the same time… I do want her to be happy. No matter what. Even if—even if it’s not with me.” “Good. Then you are well on your way,” the priestess replied. “Hold onto that thought. Keep it safe in your heart, let it guide you.” “But I still want her to be with me, though,” Kena added miserably. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting that.”

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Another excerpt of Kena being the goodest boy, from Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy. In this scene he's getting love advice about Mireia from a priestess of a cult that specializes in that kind of thing.
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30. "Guide" Excerpt from serial chapter I
Check out "Echoes of the Bear" from #Glassflower: Ursa and the Scarf Squad on #Tapas: tapas.io/episode/3355...

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From One More Chance, in the 40+ midlife second chance series The Dance.

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#SCRIBBLEDSHEROES MARCH WRITING PROMPTS FOR THE #WRITINGCOMMUNITY 1: CROWN 9: STRENGTH 17: BRIDGE 25: RIFT 2: TRAIL 10: PROGRESS 18: HISTORY 26: FORGE 3: VOICES 11: HORIZON 19: MARCH 27: SHIELD 4: ECHO 12: IMMORTAL 20: WISDOM 28: BLOOM 5: DEFY 13: CONNECTION 21: LEGEND 29: EXPRESS 6: PASSION 14: ARMOR 22: GRACE 30: GUIDE 7: PERSEVERANCE 15: ROOTS 23: AMBITION 31: PULSE 8: WOMEN 16: CHANGE 24: REVOLUTION Share an excerpt from your story with the daily word for March! Don't forget: * Use the hashtag * Add alt text to your images * Synonyms/vibes are fine if you don't have the exact word * Support your fellow writers <3 Hosted by @VeloraVenn.bsky.social

And then there's Poof, my ever-faithful floofy chaos gremlin. She has been here before, so it's nothing new for her. In fact, she seems rather proud of this fact, taking it upon herself to act as The Forge's self-appointed tour guide for her fellow familiars, proudly strutting around nike she owns the place. Any familiar that so much as looks vaguely curious gets the Full Poof Experience - which mostly consists of her dramatically presenting them with random objects (that she definitely shouldn't be touching), hopping onto consoles like she's running diagnostics (she is not), and curling up in spots she absolutely does not belong in ("The stove remains at a hazardous temperature. I strongly advise relocating to an alternative resting area to mitigate the risk of thermal injury," Maytra scolds.) Grog just blinks at her lazily and keeps chewing on something I really hope isn't important. Eventually, despite the minor pancake betrayal that transformed into an ongoing Grog feast, Maytra's eagerness to engage with everyone, and the prolonged fascination with every machine, blinking light, and floating hologram in the base, we manage to gather our things and prepare to head out.

Drawings I did of Poof in her normal/compact form and her smilodon form. She is a white cotton ball like creature with wings and a fluffy tail.

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Poof is all too happy to show her fellow animal familiars around at the lunar base where Veyla was created and raised. 🤣

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