Birdie Falling(she/her)

Ah the "wave of doom" is a fantastic grouping of words here.

I wonder if we've been trained to find villains in our day-to-day stories and personal narratives, when sometimes it is just another human being doing the best they can with the resources they have. (And this isn't in the context of abusive situations.)

Thank you, France!

There is an option to hit "serial" on here and for your work to go on your profile shelf as a serial, and with any item that I call a serial I just try to have links to the chapter before and after. I don't have great advice so I'm interested to see what others say!

YAAAAAAY

Adore you and no pressure the pond stays here 🤍

Feel this. On one hand you get to meet cool people (heeey)! On the other hand, we open ourselves up to the less fun parts…

Like fire 🔥 (matches his personality)

My cat cried to go outside, so I put him in his harness and we walked together. :)

And greetings to you! I copy Noh in that we will be here no worries.

Sounds like a wise rule!

Feel free to message me (or another one of us at Nightingale) if this is a Nightingale Press question; not sure if anyone else has mentioned a novel pitch event. 🤘🏽

Wooo 🤘🏽

Thank youuu

Love it. It's clear I get nervous sharing things, even on this beautiful site. Professional overthinker! Thank you for the note. ;)

Genuinely enjoyed reading the submissions from here and elsewhere! Sad that an incident taught us to make our AI stance clear. Don't worry--if you think this is about you, I promise it isn't. <3

Brilliant, both of you

Yes yay a fellow Pinay! I relate to the really big family, haha. We moved from Philippines in the 90’s and I’ve had traveler’s feet since. NYC isn’t for everyone but it keeps me interested. Never a boring place, though I need a break every once in a while to somewhere quiet. I regret not yet visiting South Korea and I imagine it’s wonderful. ❤️

Love that you’re in South Korea! I’m in NYC by way of Beijing by way of USA prairies by way of Philippine island. 🌺

I think we share a brainwave because I just wrote a story about memory as a garden. I like your memory as a palace. With doors disappearing and the gates long gone. Am playing catch-up on reads unfortunately but here for it!