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Amanda Turek๐ŸŒฒHumbugWriter

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Writes character driven adult fantasy. WIP: Brotherโ€™s Keeper, epic fantasy sibling story Lives with bipolar disorder - @siegeofthespirit Clinical Laboratory Scientist Mountain backcountry horsewoman Every trailโ€™s the one true home.

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#WIPSnips for design.

For context, the character is a bit tone deaf when it comes to preserving culture, kind of like some museums that display historically stolen artifacts.

09.12.2025 16:08 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 23    ๐Ÿ” 2    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Peaches tries on men's clothing for the first time. This is in the phase where they're starting to discover being nonbinary (they haven't settled on they/them pronouns yet, so they're still going by she/her in this scene)

09.12.2025 19:24 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 40    ๐Ÿ” 9    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0
When the crowd finally dispersed, and the murky afterglow of a candle snuffed out too early flickered and died into darkness, she knew that her time, too, had come. She drew a deep sigh. A single, almost defiant sound against the stillness of an empty room. 
It was his shadow she noticed first, cast across her own figure, stretching toward the propped up coffin in front of her. He was dramatic by design. It almost made her laugh, even now. She let her shoulders fall, and waited, quietly, for him to step up beside her. His shadow quivered, then merged with the darkness, before he slid onto the bench next to her. 
They sat in silence for a while. Only when she had become aware of her own heartbeat, her breath, and the times between, he shifted, and spoke.
โ€œYou know why Iโ€™m here?โ€
It had been a while. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, then nodded. 
Again, silence.
โ€œItโ€™s time, isnโ€™t it?โ€
โ€œIt is.โ€
โ€œI thought there was more of it.โ€
โ€œYou always do.โ€
โ€œHmโ€, she made. Then, โ€œHow will itโ€ฆ how will they know?โ€
He shook his head. โ€œThey will not. You will simply haveโ€ฆ disappeared.โ€
She looked at him then, his eyes glowing with colours that did not exist anywhere outside of her own mind, that soft, yet cruel smile, the beauty of his finality.
She nodded again, biting back a rush of sadness and grief, maybe for those left behind, maybe for herself. Then a second wave came, one of regret, and fear. He reached out for her shivering hands then, gently brushing her knuckles. โ€œIt will be just fine,โ€ he whispered. 
โ€œButโ€ฆ Iโ€™m scared,โ€ she whispered back.
He smiled. โ€œYouโ€™ve always trusted me. Trust me now.โ€
Another sigh. Such beautiful colours in his eyes. An aurora of souls forgotten. โ€œOk,โ€ she said, โ€œOk. Do it.โ€
It was a small consolation, that at least in the end, when his shadow consolidated and wrapped around her, there was no painโ€ฆ and a bigger consolation yet, that she was one of those rare lucky ones, who did not have to go alone.
																		Lynn Peyo

When the crowd finally dispersed, and the murky afterglow of a candle snuffed out too early flickered and died into darkness, she knew that her time, too, had come. She drew a deep sigh. A single, almost defiant sound against the stillness of an empty room. It was his shadow she noticed first, cast across her own figure, stretching toward the propped up coffin in front of her. He was dramatic by design. It almost made her laugh, even now. She let her shoulders fall, and waited, quietly, for him to step up beside her. His shadow quivered, then merged with the darkness, before he slid onto the bench next to her. They sat in silence for a while. Only when she had become aware of her own heartbeat, her breath, and the times between, he shifted, and spoke. โ€œYou know why Iโ€™m here?โ€ It had been a while. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, then nodded. Again, silence. โ€œItโ€™s time, isnโ€™t it?โ€ โ€œIt is.โ€ โ€œI thought there was more of it.โ€ โ€œYou always do.โ€ โ€œHmโ€, she made. Then, โ€œHow will itโ€ฆ how will they know?โ€ He shook his head. โ€œThey will not. You will simply haveโ€ฆ disappeared.โ€ She looked at him then, his eyes glowing with colours that did not exist anywhere outside of her own mind, that soft, yet cruel smile, the beauty of his finality. She nodded again, biting back a rush of sadness and grief, maybe for those left behind, maybe for herself. Then a second wave came, one of regret, and fear. He reached out for her shivering hands then, gently brushing her knuckles. โ€œIt will be just fine,โ€ he whispered. โ€œButโ€ฆ Iโ€™m scared,โ€ she whispered back. He smiled. โ€œYouโ€™ve always trusted me. Trust me now.โ€ Another sigh. Such beautiful colours in his eyes. An aurora of souls forgotten. โ€œOk,โ€ she said, โ€œOk. Do it.โ€ It was a small consolation, that at least in the end, when his shadow consolidated and wrapped around her, there was no painโ€ฆ and a bigger consolation yet, that she was one of those rare lucky ones, who did not have to go alone. Lynn Peyo

#vss365 #consolation
#WIPSnips #design #empty
#whistpr #crowd #aurora #end

Good evening poets, writers and madmen.
Hereโ€™s my first entry for this week playing catch-up.

09.12.2025 21:51 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 9    ๐Ÿ” 2    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Today in #WIPSnips we tackle the age old question: which is better, Magic Knight or designer handbag? There's only one way to find out...
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity

09.12.2025 22:32 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 11    ๐Ÿ” 3    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

I wondered if that was a name she chose! I love wrens.

10.12.2025 02:11 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 1    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

So is he lmao!

10.12.2025 01:59 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 1    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Iโ€™ve got a situation like that with a character in the next part of my story. I think itโ€™s OK. I mean, itโ€™s not like he can stop thinking of himself as โ€˜Lawcketโ€™ (although it might be easier to maintain the alias if he did๐Ÿฅบ).

10.12.2025 01:31 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 1    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Drisal calls him by that name and when he speaks it thatโ€™s a whole other thing! ๐Ÿฅฐ

10.12.2025 01:22 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 2    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0
That afternoon, I spent time within Foremarchโ€™s forge. His magical runes were present throughout the design. The forge was housed with runes that kept the flameโ€™s temperature consistent at all times, ensuring there was never doubt when heat-treating a piece of metal. A barrel of oil was enchanted to ensure every quench was straight, and Damascus delaminations were sealed as if they had been properly addressed. All of his tools were nearly indestructible, as the runes would slowly repair any damage over time. Copper, tin, and iron, if there was an ore to be found in the mountains of Krale, it could be found in his shop.

That afternoon, I spent time within Foremarchโ€™s forge. His magical runes were present throughout the design. The forge was housed with runes that kept the flameโ€™s temperature consistent at all times, ensuring there was never doubt when heat-treating a piece of metal. A barrel of oil was enchanted to ensure every quench was straight, and Damascus delaminations were sealed as if they had been properly addressed. All of his tools were nearly indestructible, as the runes would slowly repair any damage over time. Copper, tin, and iron, if there was an ore to be found in the mountains of Krale, it could be found in his shop.

#WIPSnips Design. Our hero spends some time admiring a dwarven blacksmith.

Text in the alt.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky

09.12.2025 19:56 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 13    ๐Ÿ” 3    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

from Something Familiar, in which Crystal checks out one of Danielโ€™s medieval texts.
#WIPSnips

09.12.2025 20:01 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 17    ๐Ÿ” 2    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Oh, thanks! I hated it at first but it grew on me. ๐Ÿ˜€

10.12.2025 01:19 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 2    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Oh, he knows it. Its root means sorrow. But with the tail of truth (all faithnames have) it takes on a larger meaning & he knows enough of the ancient language to know thereโ€™s a boatload of nuance that heโ€™s missing. (Curse, prophecy, history being โ€œwrongโ€ or ) ๐Ÿคท

10.12.2025 01:18 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 2    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

Lara means faith.
There is a lot lot lot to this name business. The meaning, the Family or House name, the clan name, how they are used; what the faithname is and how it differs โ€ฆ I donโ€™t want to be going on and on. Funny how some topics I have nothing and others itโ€™s endless. ๐Ÿ˜›

10.12.2025 00:42 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 11    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

something horrible, he knows, but not exactly what. This search is part of what drives him.
Drisal- means loves stone.
I done forgot what Cerel means.
Virgilโ€™s got a nickname from the Sheltri, which is Arrowsmith because heโ€™s a great archer for being non-Sheltri! Of course, heโ€™s proud of it. ๐Ÿงต

10.12.2025 00:37 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 11    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#AwesomeCharacters
Love this topic!
Rushโ€™s calling name is Rushak. Means โ€œFalse Songbird.โ€ Named by his angry aunt b/c he was an awful abrasive-crying infant. Itโ€™s just kind of a joke now since heโ€™s got the most beautiful singing voice in the whole Forest.
His faithname (soul name), though, means ๐Ÿงต

10.12.2025 00:31 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 18    ๐Ÿ” 2    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 2    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

##fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #design

With Rushakโ€™s help, Drisal tries to impress the emeralds with a specific function. The emeralds resist.

- Brotherโ€™s Keeper, first book of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.

09.12.2025 12:26 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 39    ๐Ÿ” 15    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#DecemberWorldbuilders
9. Reproductive stuff: Sheltri fertility and contraception: Iโ€™ve a lot to think about here! All I know so far is that premarital sex is so taboo it doesnโ€™t even occur to them, & rape would be the ultimate evil. Regardless of any law, abortion would be sanctioned in that case.

09.12.2025 22:55 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 2    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

This is one of the more difficult ones. Thereโ€™s at least one more difficult than this in BK. Some are easier. Every one is different. ๐Ÿ˜…

09.12.2025 21:36 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 1    ๐Ÿ” 0    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#WIPSnips "Design" from FotF #5, Seen or Unseen

AL gets their fortune read in coffee grounds! Fun to get some more of the varying range of views re: the Fates onto the page.

Prophecy is always fun in a storyโ€ฆ

09.12.2025 14:33 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 25    ๐Ÿ” 6    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

(Staind voice) Itโ€™s been a while

โ€ฆsince Iโ€™ve posted one of these! I really need to be post more often, but God have I been busy

#writingcommunity #wipsnips #writesky #booksky #indiebooks

09.12.2025 14:37 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 28    ๐Ÿ” 4    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#WIPSnips from Monah's Bk. 1 -- Monah's POV, after her mom (Bette) died, she explores the house & finds a box in the attic she's never opened before. Just touching the box gives her vivid visions, then she opens it.
#writesky #writingcommunity #queerwriters

09.12.2025 15:04 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 23    ๐Ÿ” 5    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0
Erik introduced himself, and Niwa realized that he was the man in the tooth mask. His long reddish brown hair and beard contained a smattering of small braids tied with leather. He wore lush furs and hides.
The beautiful boots laced up his strong calves were inlaid with mother of pearl, bone, and burned on leaf designs. Dark markings surrounded his eyes, which made them look small, but intense.

Erik introduced himself, and Niwa realized that he was the man in the tooth mask. His long reddish brown hair and beard contained a smattering of small braids tied with leather. He wore lush furs and hides. The beautiful boots laced up his strong calves were inlaid with mother of pearl, bone, and burned on leaf designs. Dark markings surrounded his eyes, which made them look small, but intense.

#WIPsnips : "design"

09.12.2025 15:10 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 14    ๐Ÿ” 5    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

09.12.2025 16:46 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 29    ๐Ÿ” 11    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

A nightingale
Sings
In the glimmering
Frost
As the emotional
Mesh
Of tomorrow
Brings on
A stonehush
A silent race
With no champion

#2wordprompt
#Whistpr
#Wipsnips
#Vssdaily
#Retroartprompt
#7syllables
#Bspp
#Dailyhaikuprompts

09.12.2025 13:10 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 15    ๐Ÿ” 3    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

The #WIPSnips word for December 9th is "design" - Lord Gendry is in the Summer Isles with the Lady Paramount. Kabelo, a strikingly built man, husband to Issa who is cousin to the prince has befriended the Westerosi lord.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #Fanfic #GameofThrones

09.12.2025 13:10 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 27    ๐Ÿ” 8    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#WIPSnips 9. "Design"

On the technicalities of building a multispecies retreat (when you don't really want to bother to) and a girl who's most definitely not jealous.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

09.12.2025 12:28 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 42    ๐Ÿ” 15    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 2    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

While walking home, Mem & Light get on the subject of their dead parents, and Mem suddenly feels compelled to get something off her chest... ๐Ÿ‘€

From #Charagma, my SFF dystopia where all people are marked saved or damned from birth.

09.12.2025 12:25 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 60    ๐Ÿ” 20    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 8    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0
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How oblivious the Azantium are to the cages of their own designโ€ฆ Selania receiving the histories from her grandmother on the Eve of her coronation. #WIPSnips from KOSAL for โ€œdesignโ€

09.12.2025 11:38 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 33    ๐Ÿ” 6    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

December 9th โ€“ design

Fox meets the lord of the manor she has been caught snooping around in.

He has a few questions for her.

#DawnsBlood

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

09.12.2025 11:23 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 61    ๐Ÿ” 15    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 7    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

A young Chiyo & Rei observing the arrival of the Siefans, shortly before spotting Eru. ๐Ÿ‘€

#WIPSnips
#WritingCommunity

09.12.2025 11:09 โ€” ๐Ÿ‘ 49    ๐Ÿ” 12    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 5    ๐Ÿ“Œ 0

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