J.A.Penrose

Ink on paper. Birdsong. The rush of traffic and the tendril of dew-dripped silence.

Poetry.

You look around at the worlds of stories with a sigh caught on the tongue. You wish you could convince them. Ask them all: Can you not hear Earth’s heartbeat? Louder than yours—longer. Thrumming, drumming, throbbing. Thrashing with life inside of you…[Read more]

“A new biome has recently been founded. Ruins of an ancient civilisation were dug up to expose an entire new world; A portal through time. Members of Parimi Alca flock to it to uncover the mysteries of the past and to tell their stories. Scribes, archeologists, and dreamers scavenge the ruins, some finding places perfectly preserved, while o…

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You straighten up as you step out of the air-ship, glancing about at the bustling city in confusion. Gears and intermingle with corsets and grease as you step forward, your heart lodged somewhere in your throat—but not from dread so much as anticipation.

A man tips his hat at you as he approaches, lifting a pair of goggles away from his eyes. “…[Read more]

A spaceship crashed in your section of land not that long ago, but ever since then, things have been run differently. A white-suited man smiled his way to the top of politics, manipulating the long-lived systems of equality and turning it into a power grab for himself.

You’ve lived through all of this. A rebel of the biome, you intend to find a w…[Read more]

Cars line up along the road as you wait in the traffic, glancing at your watch. Running late. As if you could afford to get to work late as well as deal with your chaotic kids, and be expected to solve the mystery of your dog’s death.

Finally, the traffic begins moving and you release the brake, slowly rolling forwards with the flow. Definitely g…[Read more]

The aircraft shudders violently beneath you as you run your fingers over the keys, trying to block out the flashing of the emergency light to your left and the yells coming from the passengers in the cabin.

“Come one, come on, come on..” The growl slips between your lips and you tug down a lever, finally managing to cut the engine.

The gro…[Read more]

You steal around the back of the castle, glancing around briefly before tapping on the dilapidated wooden door in front of you. Soundlessly, it swings open. Casting your gaze about one more time over the laughing townsfolk and the loitering children, you duck into the darkness.

As you fumble the door closed behind you, a lantern is lit in the…[Read more]

At the request of @ariella-newheart, Parimi Alca now has a Writers’ Corner! *cheers*Basically, this is just where you say that you are writing, and others who are around can all write with you and hold you accountable on a smaller scale.

I mean, how often do we sit down to write and find ourselves scrolling through Pinterest boards of different…[Read more]