this is a collection of unpolished, imperfect, messy snippets either from writing exercises or unfinished stories. I’m putting these here to document my progress as a writer, and to remind myself that writing is writing is writing — even if its not perfect.
currently working on my first interactive fiction.
this morning, the sun appeared to rise in the west…
“In the expanse of the Stone Sea, where hulls scraped against granite and crunched glass, silence and stillness meant you were stuck. Trapped in waves built from rock. If you were lucky, death would come first.”