[New chapter upload by KC (aka me lmao); vote now to influence the story! Link in comments] Wrapped in a womb of blackness, he quieted his breathing, waiting, straining his senses for any feedback. Hahn thought, for a moment, that he was back in one of those little cells around the arena, that perhaps the combatants would fight again, but when he lifted his hands there was only space. The space was heavy against him, the air oppressive, constricting his heart and lungs. It was hot and tasted of salt. He moved blindly through the black sea of space, his feet shuffling over a surface of uneven stones. Groping hands found only more oppressive nothingness regardless of direction, and his heart hammered wildly in his chest. Hunter no longer, some primitive instinct informed him that he was the quarry now. Finding this situation unbearable, he gave a brash shout, preferring to face whatever stalked the darkness over this insufferable uncertainty. It was the smallest sound that echoed back to him, so unexpected and frightening that it cut through the heat and chilled his bones. “Papa?”

For 20 $Algo and 1k Spindle $Yarn, what literary character do these traits represent?? This one was almost as much fun to draw as it was to read 😂

[New Story upload by @continuitydrift! Link below 👇] The Harlequin leaps onto the stage Those words, for Lucrezia, spelled disaster, death. As if the direction itself had killed him, misdirecting her famous father with a rug-pulled promise of landing on the boards. Yet also, those ink-faded words evoked all of the other times her father had jumped safely from landings to the stage, excepting the last. The sudden explosion of both blood and possibilities. Lucrezia’s head hung upside down, her shoulders off the edge of the unmade bed, looking from the torn and tattered playbook to the tapestry floating on the inverted wall. These sorts of exercises, intentionally jolting focus from words on a page to a moving, attention-demanding background, were not only instinctual for her, but the continual training, honing, and improvement of them was also autonomic. Now, at this moment of the story, some deep part of the Harlequin knew that her constant regimen of unconscious training could cease, that the performance they had been rehearsing for would never come.

3 ad blocks (pictured) and 3 full page ads still available for the Q4 issue of Warp & Weft! HMU if you wanna purchase one for your project, your favorite project, to share news, or as a general shout-out to the community 🍊🍊🍊🍊 I can design, if necessary! 25A for blocks, 50A for full pages, plus they make a great gift!

Alright Algopeeps and #WritingCommunity, today is 🔥Wednesday Writeday🔥 and I'll be on the Spindle Discord writing for about the next 4 hours. Join me if you'd like to do some writing sprints, or just chat about writing! If you have a story or comic idea, come talk to me about it! I'm not sure if I'll be working on the next chapter of Oasis or an article for Medium, but I'll def be doing something. If you're not on the @AsaSpindle Discord, link in my bio and the comments. All are welcome!

New Chapter upload by @continuitydrift! Vote now to influence the story! The sword slid slowly out of Eph’s chest. Searing pain was followed by a groggy warmth, then a hyper-alertness, as if dust had been blown off his mental circuits. He heard his heartbeat, distinctly, four times, and could feel changes branching through his veins, bringing him back to himself, or the kind of person he would have been had his life not been steeped in terror and resentment. “Eph!” Debria shouted. The crystals on her head were pulsing aqueous colors, matching the lights from Ladderfall’s screens, where they weren’t blood red with warnings. Words appeared, glitching into the air, lines from the epic poem, almost completed, morphing into a message. 'Eph. We can’t control the sands much longer. I wish I could say this is a decision, that there is a choice. It’s beyond that, now. You need to leave the ship.'

Warp & Weft Q3 is now published on Spindle! Hope you all enjoy all the interviews, fiction, and other content!

“We’re about to launch. We were waiting for you. We need to hurry.” Eph and Debria looked at each other, then ran after the alien worm with a human head, down into the tunnel. They were quickly out of breath. “Sit down,” the head of Magnus Shin said, from between the four segmented claws. When they had, the drift sand started to fall away beneath them, while the roc worm disappeared, spinning like a drill bit. They slid, quickly and painlessly, down into the darkness.

My chicken saddles raised a lot of curiosity yesterday! Here's what my poor gals look like without the saddles. Hopefully now that my other pullets are of age, these ladies can have a break. Chickens like blood, so if someone gets a scratch things can escalate quickly!

I took such a long hiatus from #writing -years and years- that when I first started @AsaSpindle I wasn't sure how well I would do. But we ran through some prompts on the Discord server, and it restored a little of my faith in myself. Most importantly, I had a blast. Sometimes just short prompts, daily or weekly, can go far in getting you where you need to be. We all have good ideas and bad ideas, good prose and bad prose, and it takes consistency to shake out the bad stuff and mine the gold. Kiss, Kiss is one of the first scenes I wrote in response to a prompt, and @continuitydrift graciously created some art for it. You can read it on Spindle, but today I also added it to my Medium account (link in comments), which promoted this nostalgia :) If you're interested in writing prompts to further develop your skills, I'll be around on the Spindle discord tomorrow for Wednesday Wordplay!

Attempting to bring non-Web3 #fiction writers to @AsaSpindle has been very interesting. I hope some of them will give it a try with an open mind. Incorporating #Web3 digital asset tech into fiction opens so many new doors, the potential to experiment and create something unique is exciting. That said, there is certainly a barrier to interacting with dApps that will discourage many participants

Ladderfall is one of my favorite stories on Spindle, can't recommend Drift's work enough!

Hey, everyone, let's set aside negativity and get creativity flowing🤝It doesn't matter if you're an established writer, come to @asaSpindle discord and play writing challenges/games, work on lore, and get inspired by your fellow creatives! #algofam #WritingCommunity #writerslift

🔥WRITER WEDNESDAY🔥 @algofam Got some prizes and you don't need to be a writer to participate! Hang with us on Spindle and complete some challenges, or just work on your own thing. @RyanTheRyBred hosting a poetry challenge @MutantMangos hosting a Spawnlings lore challenge

#algofam Join me and @continuitydrift tomorrow on the Spindle Discord as we roll out Writer Wednesdays, where we host writing events and giveaway some prizes. Writing skills not required! We're here for both veteran storytellers and upstart dabblers, so come tell your story #algo

Today I want to focus on the positive. You guys are my home away from home and we're gonna keep rebuilding stronger than ever. It's not about Algorand - you are what make this chain strong. Everyone's low - try to uplift your communities, buy a primary NFT, compliment a creator