*This is a writing game that I have modified but did not invent.
What you need: Pencil, paper, dice
1. Choose the number of sentences you want your story to be. 141 more words
2 hours, 43 minutes ago
My haven is in liquor,
My security is in substance.
Because my world is too heavy sober.
3 hours, 5 minutes ago
Illustration by Poet Rummager
Darkers speak in tongues of hell.
Burning words sear my heathen heart.
Incinerate your desire to dispel illusions. 61 more words
5 hours, 22 minutes ago
Carbuncles, moles, tumescensces,
spots, scar tissue, warts, blackheads, scabs,
bubos, boils, and bruises…the rest is blistery.
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2 years, 10 months ago
11 months, 3 weeks ago
He didn’t dislike people, he just believed there were too many of them and it was his duty as a concerned citizen to fix that. With a sigh, he pulled on his boots and grabbed his lunch. 13 more words
17 hours, 46 minutes ago
go gliding upstairs
through dreek formless fug,
real time is taking shape.
Thus can Moby Grapeseed dwell
in grotty motley, … 44 more words
1 year, 1 month ago