There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
The overhead calm called out and quelled a blurt of curses, as an ancient incitement pressed against, then retreated from the undersurface of her will. Mandy stared at the erasure of tall . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.