#collaborative writing

Every day, there seem to be more reasons to break up with Google.

So we’ve rounded up a bunch of privacy-centric alternatives for all your deGoogling needs.

Check out the full list over on the blog!

"I'll just use google docs, it's fine"

Google docs is now 200 pages long and you can't find anything

You open notion to make a "proper system." you spend 4 hours making the system. you write zero words

You now have notes in docs, notion, a physical notebook, your phone's notes app, and screenshots of text messages where you described a plot point to your friend at 1am

You accept that your organisational system is "vibes and prayers"

This is a personal attack because we've been there. it's literally why skrib exists.

We built something called Board. It's an infinite canvas where your research, notes, pdfs, and structure all live right next to your draft. No tab switching. No "where did i put that."

If this sounds like something your chaotic writing process needs, we're in closed beta and actively looking for writers to help us make it better. book a short call with George (link is here), tell him about your beautiful mess of a workflow and get access.

This time we're creating Reverse Scooby Doo. A gang of teens who uncover the supernatural truths behind seemingly mundane appearances.

(Based on this and this)

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"Joe!" a voice snapped.

Joe raised his head and his cameras whirred slightly.

The figure at the door came into focus and he immediately straightened as much as his stooped frame would allow.

"Ma'am," he said, voice clipped and precise. "How can this one-"

"You're off shift," the captain interrupted. "You are relieved."

He checked his internal chronomoter. He didn't need to. He already knew he was two hundred and fifty two minutes into an unauthorized third consecutive shift.

Despite himself, he glanced at the array of displays he had open. Water budgets and algae and yeast optimizations.

"Relieved," the captain repeated.

She herself looked tired. His sensors registered a 12% increase in signs of fatigue. He logged that with the ship's medical database.

The captain's tablet pinged. She looked down with a sigh followed by a piched expression as she likely read the medical report he had just filled. When she looked up, he registered annoyance in her expression.

"Apologies ma'am," he said rising to his feet. "This one will retire."

She sighed and shook her head and left without a backward glance, leaving him to close down the display and begin his shuffle out the room and down the hall.

She was a good captain. Better than most he had served under. Very efficient. Lenient when needed. Strict when required. But the current crew had brougt a rather... unique set of complications on board.

Ofc you do!

Do you like writing stories? ✍️

Well, quite likely you do, but chances are maybe you don't always get around to writing as much as you'd like?

Do you know people on Discord? 👾

This one is harder but really, there are a lot of people out there and they aren't all scary, promise.

Then, you should write Stories with People on Discord!! 🎉

"But How??" you ask. 🤷‍♀️

Ofc you ask that bcs what the heck am I even talking about? I am talking about the...

✨Round Robin Storybot ✨

A Discord bot that helps you write stories with friends! Or, at least other people! (Or really you could write stories by yourself as well, that's actually kind of fun.)

Isn't he cute? (Yes, the branch was originally meant to look like the AO3 logo, and no, it's nothing actually to do with AO3, it just started out that way and it stuck. You might see the old logo with the red lines floating around. The bot is super fun to write collaborative fanfiction with!)

The Round Robin Storybot is a robust collaborative writing bot and story relay game that runs relay-style story events where writers take turns contributing entries.

When one writer finalizes their turn, the next participant is automatically selected and notified.

Isn't that fun? (Yes, really it totally is!)

Multiple stories can be run concurrently, and there are many configuration options available like:

- Full story metadata including Rating, with the option of having Mature or Explicit stories routed to a separate, age-restricted channel

- Stories can be written in Slow, Quick, or Normal mode for varied complexity and pressure (or no pressure!)

- Multiple writer order options: Random, Round Robin (random but everyone gets a turn before it repeats) and Fixed (join order)

Install the bot on your Discord server here:

And please join the bot's support server to tell me about how you're using the bot here:

I. @jasmimnocturna

I follow your silhouette

as it crosses that third shore,

where the blue of the sky kisses the sea

Your blurred outline—

a silent farewell,

our memory set adrift.

Your coldness, as blue

as the ocean’s depth,

consumes my thoughts—

the wrath of waves, the siren’s mystique.

Still, I search for your reflection in the sand.

I desired your desire,

I drowned in your charm.

All love dissolved into a single cry—

a breath of sea air,

the echo of your name,

The end of our story

swelling through the sails

Yet the compass needle

remains the magnet

that draws you back to me.

I gather the ocean

within myself,

distilling it into drops

to quench your thirst—

an antidote

to your detachment.

For I bind you

to the memory of me.

As the salt of our memory,

born in tears

Overflowing the sea,

rising as vapor, condensing

into the rain that will bathe you

Withering our seeds.

II. @traveledlight

And a memory

you will hold—

I have sailed

through oceans of you,

yet never touched

the water’s edge.

I have known thirst,

and every drop

reminds me

of the moments we can’t reach,

salt on our lips

from echoes

we carry alone.

Every memory I give

is a tether,

pulling me closer

even when miles

keep us apart.

I have learned

to breathe in your absence,

to drown willingly

in the tide of your memory,

anchored in what we were

and what lingers still.

The only antidote

is the way

we hold each other

in the folds of time,

every thought,

every sigh,

until distance fades

and we exist