Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Hello, World! I am seeing a lot of familiar names and profile photos, and I'm hoping to find even more.
We continued towards our compulsory destination, moving in lock step. Silently, cautiously, the pair of us, not knowing we were doomed by the ever-fatal human folly: curiosity.
If you're interested in some of what I am working on. I posted a WIP on my website. www.nathandanielhatch.com/post/the-solac…
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Good Morning Wrizzit! Part 4 of "Lightspeed Lucy: Space Detective" is up. Experimental tab>interactive stories-- YOU DECIDE HER FATE!
Hopefully I’m accepted to join the Wrizzit Poetry Anthology before the deadline. I’ve written a poem in collaboration with @a-p-murphy for the occasion.
Reading the final instalment of 'The Calamitous Bob'. I've been singing this book's praise online from book 1 onwards. It's got a female MC, a dragon, a murder-bot and my favourite trio of magic, mystery and mayhem. It also has lines like this section: section. 'That was the problem with mages. Get two of the fuckers to argue and you’d get three separate opinions. Four mages were a symposium. Five were a controversial video’s comment section.' Gilbert, Alex. War of the Ascended: The Calamitous Bob Final Book (p. 42). Kindle Edition.
Today's Writer Spotlight is...! www.wrizzit.com/writer/nightingalepress
Even amongst all the shit songbird still sings and feathers fall in sympathy
"“and where the hell’s this then?” “Dunno, but I wish I had a cool beer” Pzisssstttt!…”there you go bud”"

Character Assassination
SeaJade"She’s okay… She’s okay. “I’m so happy to see you, love…”"

R. A. Moriel
FooxMy vampire serial is "Dracula Before Stoker: The Prequel." Episode # 1 is here — greenwichvillagepoet.substack.com/p/ep-1…
So, I have a story to tell as you look at the new and improved waterfall. Just as I was about to lay in my tent and watch a video before I sleep, I was visited by two... let's say, semi-functional tweakers. They were very nice, and not needing for anything except the running water, which turns out that the last encampment here that got busted, somehow tapped the water main to create what Lorelei said was a bigger waterfall before. She wanted to wash her hair even though it was cold. Her man went on a mission to stash something in the cemetery, and her and I talked while she used their emergency shovel to dig out the waterfall and place more rocks. We actually talked about all kinds of things from a bit about ourselves before homelessness, on to spiritual quantum physics. I think I convinced her that she's a somatic empath like me. I'm not trying to defend their lifestyle, but they came and left and even shared a joint and unloaded their pennies onto me....[[|:-)
I’m starting to realize why outlining a story is so important. This whole stream-of-consciousness, make-it-up-as-I-go-along thing I’ve got going on, does not a cohesive narrative make.