yikes,

one more sleep until i get to work on my favorite child. in the meantime im sketching up some concepts / designing characters. :b

woah i haven’t posted in a year who is this????

HEY THERE Y’ALL it’sa me, mario. nick! remember when i didn’t do nano last year and then stopped posting?? haha…. aha…. yeah me neither. a quick refresher on me: i’m nick, i’m turning 19 in less than a month, i use he/him pronouns (or he/they if ur trans/nb) and i’m from hell australia!

wait its been a year, what are you writing again??

TEETH MARKS: two siblings are left orphaned months into the apocalypse and are eventually forced to move on from where they had been staying. in the process of trying to cross the country for the only place they know could be safe, they meet two more survivors and the four of them attempt to survive together. and to not be eaten.

mostly just teeth marks, honestly. revamping it for nano but maybe after that you’ll see some of my older wips come back! i miss them dearly but they are a mess.

woah, that’s cool! do you have a convenient hub with links to everything one might want to look at on your blog?

you betcha!

mwah i love u all dearly

- n.n.c.

hay <3 wdym i havent posted in months? what are u talking abt <3

OUR OCTOBER ISSUE HAS ARRIVED — READ HERE

Happy Halloween! The fifth issue of Red Bean Press, a zine focused on highlighting the writing community on Tumblr, is out! This issue is centered around Halloween, and emphasizes the spooky, surreal and eerie

We hope you enjoy the pieces highlighted in the issue, and we hope to see you in our November issue as well!

This month, we also had the pleasure of collaborating with @thewriteblrhive, a writeblr family created by @tsainami. Please go show them some love too!

INTRINSIC; the things i am, was, and will be. by n.n.c.

it’s a pretentious poetry collection that i wrote in 24 hours! these poems all mean a lot to me and i’m honestly pretty scared to put this all out there but it feels right so i’m doing it!

snippets:

an existence that isnt good nor bad there is a word that escapes me in between; a grey area

my bones are brittle. my blood runs dry. my fingertips are purple and my throat is full of frogs. i am sick, they say. always sick.

if you make puzzle of stolen pieces, it will never be finished. a spot always missing, pieces unconnected. because stolen puzzle pieces cannot make a full puzzle.

ANGEL ISLAND, a chapbook by tris

A STORY ABOUT LOVE, IDENTITY, LOSS, AND CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE THAT LEAVES YOU ON A LATE SUMMER NIGHT.

sixteen prose pieces about what it means to grow up a dreamer, how to choose which pieces of your childhood to leave behind, and a dragon god that asks you WHY HAVE YOU COME when you had no choice to begin with.

contains snippets like:

humanity was born afraid.

this world is ruthless. it tears at your skin with its teeth and nails like its puncturing the pink sheets of paper coating the walls in something akin to rage, but you know that it has been far too long since you have seen anything akin to rage.

free download here!