But is it fiction?

Done

The every-lawyer.

Epitaph

If we can't speak all of our mind any time we'd like, we must write.

Westrich

This happened.

River Passage

Buy the ticket, take the ride.
About

Rooster Land is a private and pseudonymous writing workshop. A selection of pieces are elevated to superfeed status on a rolling basis, which renders them publicly readable. Residual verses and vignettes are private to the workshop and visible only to participating writers.

Listed above is a randomized selection of a dozen pieces that have been voted up to public viewership by the animals (pseudonyms for writers), presented in no particular order.

Fellow writers may view all content, including replies and revisions, and partake in the discussion. Feel free to peer into the workshop, or look into how it works — everything from intellectual property to punctuation. For the rest, open the map.

Go behind the scenes — enter the workshop.
Rooster Land
Verses & Vignettes &c.

Encapsulation

It has been 117502261 seconds since we began. Animals, Ink. got its start 76332661 seconds ago .

Nota Bene

"It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way." – E. Hemingway