Across the room, Victoria reclined in the spotlight, her plastic slipcover gown glinting like haute couture: divan edition. Then—God help them—she danced. Tassels swayed, claw feet pivoted, her frame shimmied and undulated with the uncanny grace of a sofa performing burlesque. #WIPSnips
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“We…tagged all residents during decontamination,” she said, lying with calm authority.
JD squinted, trying to recall. “I don’t remember—"
“You wouldn’t, would you?” she added quickly. “Bud Light and Hostess Cake withdrawal fogs the memory.”
He nodded solemnly. #WIPSnips
“You haven’t heard a damn word I said,” Redding replied, rising from her seat. “And you’re lucky the rules forbid punching other residents in the face, even for management.” #WIPSnips
The lights flickered, held steady.
JD crossed himself. Twice, just to be sure.
They pushed deeper into the residential wing where the early arrivals—all locals, from what JD could tell—were finding their footing, piecing together a sense of “home” out of metal bunks and recycled air. #WIPSnips
Not sure if this counts, but I like to name my chapters:
Chapter 1: The Pope, the AI, & the Tragic Backstory
Chapter 4: Operation Plausible Mooseability
Chapter 9: Kisses, Blackmail, and MisUshastandings
Chapter 28: The Doomsday Society, The Algorithm, & Plenty of Exposition #WIPSnips
Angela blinked. “You’re…going to deep fry the Bible?”
“King James Edition.” He nodded, solemn as a judge. “Startin’ with Revelations. Crispiest chapter of them all.”
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Against a dark background picture of an empty workout area, the words say, “He read on with a creeping sense of dread. They were to receive “hardening conditioning and special skills training,” under the direction of SDF Colonel Sabra Nasri. This was to continue until such time as either Nasri released them for SESU duty, or their special skills were required for an active situation. “We are well and truly screwed. “’This supersedes my, um, ‘former’ assignment?” Shiv scowled at her. “’Welcome to SDF, Starman Zhimon, Starman Morgan. Whole new career now.” Her teeth flashed with renewed glee. “But no, Charlie wouldn’t call it a smile.” “From Ch. 1, ‘Bones for the Children,’ WIP ©2026 by Jan S. Gephardt.
Here's my #WIPSnips from the latest XK9 #novel, "Bones for the Children."
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The Stratocaster shrieked, then WHOMPED, launching a salvo of beer-can-painted mini-missiles down the hallway. They corkscrewed through the air before slamming into walls with firecracker intensity, sending fragments of antique wainscoting and diplomatic decor flying. #WIPSnips
Doug, trembling, eyes wide like a man who’d stared into the heart of madness and found lint, rusted screws, and expired gum, bobbed his head. “I’ll tell you the routes, the exits, bathroom locations—everything. Please don’t eat me, sofa lady. There were…pennies. Loose pennies!” #WIPSnips
“Elon’s bird’s going down!” a Secret Service agent shouted.
They all turned as it corkscrewed through the sky like a flaming middle finger to engineering and vanished behind a gleaming glass skyscraper before detonating into a fireball worthy of Jerry Bruckheimer.
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Colin Jost is excellent as Pete Hegseth. Well done SNL.
I clambered into the cart, and sat beside my young friend.
"You said something about a secret tunnel?"
"I did. I did." He beamed at me. I'm never seen someone so pleased at the prospect of imminent death or imprisonment.
#WIPsnips "beam"
Jeanine Pirro, lacquered hair defying reason and physics, filled the screen, beaming with the fervor of a woman who never lost an argument, mostly by refusing to allow anyone to get a word in edgewise. #WIPSnips
“You’re kidding, right?” a Canadian corporal snorted. “Most of you are dressed for winter in the middle of spring—except the couch fucker and the guy in the midi dress. Very tasteful, by the way. Very nice.”
Private Perks beamed.
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“Well paint me impressed and call me bipartisan!” JD hollered, beaming. “You’re a better sight than a FEMA pamphlet in July during a nuclear winter!” #WIPSnips
“Tell Kristi… I want her to know it was me.” - Cricket, probably
Russia’s systems register the unmistakable signature of a massive launch—too fast, too hot, too deliberate to be a mistake. Radar leaves no room for hope.
As Nena put it: This is it, boys. This is war.
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“Think Bag-of-Holding tech. My people created an extradimensional space inside the pockets, allowing it to store a massive volume of items without increasing the weight of the garment.”
JD gave him a blank stare.
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A hundred red eyes glared down from one massive, furious bird. With a shriek of tearing metal, the Mecha Goose seized the interrogation table in its beak and wrenched it free from the bolts sunk into the concrete floor. #WIPSnips
It's in its final round of edits. I'm hoping to be finished with it by April.
Not the same character but the name spoke to me.
An inexplicably shirtless Mike Pompeo stood astride a tank, his pale chest emblazoned with a shaky tattoo reading “Putin 4 Ever” as he pursued a group of terrified immigrants through a Home Depot parking lot. The words Liberty or Leave It! exploded onto the screen in chrome-plated letters. #WIPSnips
“Victoria, listen to me, baby!” JD shouted, scrambling around the table as she pursued him, pincers snapping like metallic jaws.
“Terminate…terminate…love muffin…terminate…” she droned, her voice glitching between lethal focus and longing.
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“Fuel’s tapped. I’m aiming for a soft landing!” he shouted, which, given his track record of lawsuits and his neighbor’s destroyed hot tub, did not inspire confidence. #WIPSnips
I'll be stunned when I see some gosh danged dragons. Or is that blood red comets? Either way, time for a beer.
A $3 million missile, launched by a $200 million jet that flies at a cost of $20,000 $/hr to kill people who live on less than $10/day in Iran.
Meanwhile, Republicans believe that a $6.20/day SNAP benefit is wasteful spending, so legislation was passed to remedy that... -Jacob Lassiter
Jayapal to Noem: "I want to introduce you to just four of the US citizens unlawfully detained by ICE ... they're in this room with us."