One whole year of fortnightly updates! [FU21]

Fortnightly update 21: 14.09.2020 to 27.09.2020

In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This update is actually quite special, as it’s my 21st, meaning I’ve committed to my fortnightly updates for a whole year. Time to crack a Bush Chook, methinks. Also, if you’re one of the few who do read these, good on ya. I hope I bring some sort of value to your life.

As for the featured image, I had that made up over three years ago, when my writing journey began. It’s nice to look back sometimes and see how far you’ve come.

Nick Petrou

Flash fiction

I only managed to write one piece of flash fiction this fortnight, and it’s a just a little twisted. I’m not even sure if a publisher would take it, to be honest. I may just publish it on my website instead; we’ll see. Ideally, I’m writing and submitting a piece of flash fiction each week, but I’m not being too hard on myself just yet.

The Front

I write scripts for the popular World War II YouTube channel The Front. Three videos for which I wrote the scripts were uploaded this fortnight.

Twitter

I write 280-character stories using various writing prompt hashtags on Twitter, and I also host #WeirdVSS. This fortnight, I wrote three stories, and I love all of them.

#vault

Monsters leered from the painted rib vault ceiling. Black candles effused charnel scents. She joined the naked procession, gibbering her way to the faceless priest, who pressed a six-fingered bloodprint on her brow and sent her in dark ecstasy back into the world.

#privy

There are certain truths to which I wish I was not privy. Like where we go when we die, and how it’s really more like waking up, and the shapes of the things that linger there, and how we’re just the same as they are, except that we’re still dreaming.

#marrow

My marrow dried up years ago. It rattles inside my bones as I wander this irradiated world. Why do other skeletons erode, but not I? What binds my chalk? A curse? A purpose? A lone green stem springs out of a crack in the hardpan. I shield it from the wind.

Conclusion

Overall, it’s been a fairly quiet fortnight. Other than what I mentioned above, I also played my first session of Fate Accelerated with two Aussie dudes over Discord. Fate is an RPG (similar, in some ways, to D&D), and we’re running an X-Files-ish game. I’m a paranormal PI with a bit of a drinking problem. It’s great, and if things go smoothly, we might turn our gameplay into a podcast or something down the track — maybe. I’m also writing a “report” after each session from the POV of my character. I may start sharing there on my website at some point. I also did some freelance writing work for an American health employment organisation, which was a little different from what I’m used to but still interesting.

Thanks for reading ❤

Weird and wonderful [FU20]

Fortnightly update 20: 31.08.2020 to 13.09.2020

In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Twitter

I write 280-character stories using various writing prompt hashtags on Twitter, and this was a big fortnight for me in that regard. I made my own prompt service, #WeirdVSS, which is solely for the weird and dark. The featured image of this post is something I had made up just for it. All in all, I wrote six VSS (very short story) pieces this fortnight; the last one, #tentacles, was my first under #WeirdVSS.

#glory

The glory of shadow
In lightning-lit corners
Where the blasted sun daren’t tread
And mosses suck the brick mortar marrow
Where winds ride in on black sea tides
And rain turns flesh to bread
Sloughing skin from twisted trees
And sheening crow plumage gold
O shadow

#hide

Klu-Tok slung his railgun over his beetle-armoured shoulder and strode into the Lodge with a pink hide rolled up in his hand, still bleeding. He threw it on the neon bartop, and all the Hunters gasped as it unfurled to form the boneless torso of a human being

#numb

Throat numb, tongue bitter,
I rode basslines to sunrise
and gin-washed you away.
But my mouth is black now,
and my broke heart’s silent,
and I can’t leave this place,
where the lights strobe,
and glowsticks stain,
and where my life went
down
with
the
toilet
water.

#morning / #kid

Toy-soldier mornings. Bone-white keyboards and pixel gore. Trading cards and cut lawn picnics. Trampoline-spring screechings. Slingshot slaps. Lollybag pool parties. Two scraped knees. Sun-red ears. Hose-water. Twisted-blanket blood dreams. When I was a kid.

#tentacles

All I wanted were tentacles or extra eyes to help me get my novel done. But dark rituals can’t be taken back, and now I’m cursed with the knowledge of future and past — aware, wretchedly, that no matter what I write, not a word of it’s destined for a bookstore shelf.

#space

My brain is an astronaut spinning into space. My love is a porcelain bowl. I gift her the lemon lining of my gut, which shakes like a dog in summer thunder. There’s a caltrop in my throat. A bottle-cap cookie-cuts my knee. I won’t do this again; I do it next week.

WeirdVSS

Flash fiction and short stories

I guess I just love tiny stories because I also spend a whole lot of time writing flash fiction and short stories this fortnight. I intend to submit all of the stories I’m currently working on for publication, so I unfortunately I can’t share any of them here. I can, however, say that I’ve started making use of r/DestructiveReaders on Reddit, an invaluable (if a little intimidating) tool for writers and editors. The feedback I received for my stories was, overall, very positive.

The Front

I write scripts for the popular World War II YouTube channel The Front. We uploaded three videos this fortnight.

The Jerk’E’Club

I also wrote another chapter of the Tales of the Jerk’E’Club blog series for The Jerk’E’Club. We’re shifting to quarterly post now, and this one is particularly funny.

Conclusion

Like I said, this fortnight was all about tiny stories. I’m stoked with my progress, and it feels great to step away from tabletop RPGs and such. With that said, I’m trying Fate Accelerated soon, playing in an X-Files-esque setting. Maybe I’ll end up creating something for that system — who knows?

Thanks for reading ❤

A break from tabletop RPGs [FU19]

Fortnightly update 19: 17.08.2020 to 30.08.2020

In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Murderhobos Must die

I won’t say too much here, as I covered it in detail in a previous post, but I published my second tabletop RPG adventure this fortnight — Murderhobos Must Die. Be sure to check it out, if you’re into that sort of thing.

PDF cover and map

The Front

I write scripts for the popular World War II YouTube channel The Front. We uploaded four videos this fortnight, as we’ve hired a second writer and a second video, and we’re taking things up a notch!

 

 

 

 

Twitter

I write 250-character “stories” using various word prompt hashtags on Twitter, under my own name. This fortnightly update heading used to be “#vss365,” as I just wrote pieces under that hashtag on Twitter. Now, I’m branching out to other writing prompt hashtags, such as #FlexVSS and #BraveWrite, so just “Twitter” makes more sense.

#commute

No one else seems able to see the yellow-vested man reflected in the window opposite me on my daily commute. But I’d wager what they do or do not see are the least of his concerns.

#claimed

Billy clawed through the lost property which had sat with the school for decades and never been claimed. He pocketed greasy coins, thumbed the edge of a mouldy pocket knife, and then freed a book bound in pale leather, titled “The Necronomicon,” and smiled.

#existential

The threat she posed to the world was existential. One illogical move by a logical character, one intrusive dialogue tag, one too many adverbs, and the illusion was done. She would shut the world and wake, and the moths would eat its bones in a box in her garage.

#grasp

His little hand wriggled out my grasp, and he looked right, left, and right again, before crossing the road alone, yellow gumboots in the snow. After what seemed like just days later, he was holding little hands of his own.

Conclusion

This fortnight was a messy one — especially with the release of Murderhobos Must Die — but I pushed it out like a kidney stone, and I’m happy with the results. I also learnt a bit about link images/social cards — in fact, they’re what caused me the most grief this fortnight — so expect better-scaled link images on my social media links from now on. Here, on WordPress, the featured image dimensions are stupid, and there’s little I can do, I think.

Other than all that crap, I’m going to advertise Murderhobos Must Die and wrap up a few other little things this coming fortnight, and then I’m going HAM on flash fiction and short story submissions! I think it’s time to have a break from creating tabletop RPG content. While I’m happy with everything I’ve made, I miss just being able to focus on pure writing, instead of prose mixed with game mechanics and such.

Thanks for reading ❤