𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕒. [WRITING PROMPTS]

a brief introduction.

starting now, you're part of a story.

it doesn't matter which. all of them. you're a friend and you're an enemy, you're a little bit of both, a little bit of neither. would you like a sword, ancient and handcrafted by dwarves? or perhaps a ray gun, crackling with neon energy? would you like a bullet-shaped spacecraft, to zip through galaxy disks and swathes of teeming light? or a carriage, with your mangy but loyal steed dragging it's cloven hooves through the upturned dirt, beneath a lattice of woven tree branches? (oh dear - are those eyes, in the foliage? breathing in the ferns? ignore it, quickly. this is not the place nor the time for them yet.)

you will befriend, avenge, lose and cry. you will fly, swim, fall, drown. you will fear for your life and fight for it, you will rise above and know what it is like to wallow below.

but most of all, you will know.  these paths are flowing with knowledge, dear reader! these rivers, waterfalls, faucets, and geysers! these books are full of dialect and runes, but do not fear. they are readable.

they are readable if you want to read them.

so, how much more simply can I say it?

read, reader.

read.