#fictionalprose1

Hello there! Ryn here with my entry for the Prosaist’s Club challenge. The prompt I chose to start this piece with (underlined) made me think of an existing character of mine. I just sort of let this do its own thing from there.. It ended up as a bit of Kass’s backstory. ...

Hello everyone this is the first challenge of #fictionalprose1. So here I what I have created although it will sound a little weird to you all, I tried my best. ههههه The sky above the port was the color of television tuned to a dead channel, Lisa was standing on the balcony of her new pal...

TW: violence. ——🩸—— He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad —not like this, of course, but perspective was a tricky thing. The man was Mirth, tall, joyous, with a skip in his step, a grin that came easy, a shallow glee. The town was silent, cautiou...