Where one improves their writing on life


Once, there was a little boy, who gazed up at the stars.

The stars gazed back, darkening, and in dark skies continued to brood.

What is beautiful is not always good.



Anything. ouo


I laugh at the stars and this crazy thing called life.



Is this a nested reply?




Doesn’t look nested on mobile…

Only way I can seem to tell is the teeny tiny reply symbol up the top of my comment


Oh, I like that scrolly thing. Makes it nice and quick to read.


On is never done learning the art of writing!

This is an… interesting new club thread, thing