Ventomology

Hmmm... I was supposed to publish some chapters, wasn't I? This week's wordcount: 1623 ----- This was a marginally nicer car than the one they’d ridden down. There was no ...

Hahaha Mint I'm afraid I don't know enough about linguistics to actually write the conlang or come up with any actual systems for it, but hopefully it still measures up. ...

The booth men made identical faces of snide disbelief. “There’s a lot of math in surveying,” said one of them. “So?” said Kyle. In the awkward pause that followed, Sera ...

Thanks Lim!! Submission for this week under the cut, coming in at 1144 words. --- The front doors dumped them onto a wide, concrete balcony that ran the perimeter of ...

HERE IS WHERE WE ARE LEAVING OFF FROM... since I didn't finish another full chapter before it was 10 pm my time on the eve before LMS begins hahahaha. --- ...

Listen friends I know I've published 12 chapters of this work and have 6 more sitting in my draft because I'm a coward, but I will end this. It will ...

I'm trying to be more active around the site so I thought I'd drop this thread here. I'm not really interested in anything in return for reviews--it's nice just to ...

Wednesday, October 15, Evening The problem, Francesca discovered, after two days of twiddling her thumbs and thinking and planning out a quilt, was that she had no clue what ‘her ...

Monday, October 13th, Afternoon Francesca stewed as she walked home. She shouldn’t have to do this. Surely Marvin Grace, called upon already by this uppity other wizard, and already familiar ...

Monday, October 14, Late-Morning So, maybe Francesca got a little lost. She didn’t get lost in the literal sense–though with the city layout changing every day, she was surprised by ...

Cont. She was in so much trouble. But since the department of public utilities would be shortstaffed without her at this moment, maybe she had some grace before any potential ...

Cont. Somehow, she even did it without coffee. And then, once the sun had risen fully over the horizon, Francesca finally stood up for a break. Her face was oily, ...

Cont. The screen of her camera blinked, warning her that she was about to shoot at several different shutter speeds. She tapped her glasses. She couldn’t miss the flare of ...

Cont. She swallowed hard. “I’m not- Tim, it wasn’t just any magic. It was our magic blocking off access to that URL. And it had to be someone in the ...

Cont. Those were mostly egg, so they totally counted as protein. After a few seconds, she waved A-ma over and pointed at a row of cups filled with pastel yellow ...