Chris Pitt...
@chriswpitt.bsky.social
...a writer not a cooking method.
WIP: Dogmentia
Buried Things: SL Exeter Novel Prize 2023
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SoA 🏴
This is wonderful and totally deserved, Rónán.
I've been an advocate for the book, in my own small way, since I first picked it up years ago. This praise for the series feels like an affirmation of my literary tastes (my own small victory!). Well done and keep on popping out those stories, please.
I've been an advocate for the book, in my own small way, since I first picked it up years ago. This praise for the series feels like an affirmation of my literary tastes (my own small victory!). Well done and keep on popping out those stories, please.
October 8, 2025 at 3:53 PM
This is wonderful and totally deserved, Rónán.
I've been an advocate for the book, in my own small way, since I first picked it up years ago. This praise for the series feels like an affirmation of my literary tastes (my own small victory!). Well done and keep on popping out those stories, please.
I've been an advocate for the book, in my own small way, since I first picked it up years ago. This praise for the series feels like an affirmation of my literary tastes (my own small victory!). Well done and keep on popping out those stories, please.
Which of the six of you was the lucky fella?
October 6, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Which of the six of you was the lucky fella?
Reposted by Chris Pitt...
OMG!! This is amazing!!!! WTH!!!
September 1, 2025 at 7:32 AM
OMG!! This is amazing!!!! WTH!!!
Artefacts of squandered, possible existences swarm his mind.
The robed, faceless docent points a translucent finger to a final door.
‘And this one?’ he croaks, dread asphyxiating.
‘If you continue on your current path.’
On cue, it opens—a chilling, dark gravity compelling him inwards.
#WriteCBC
The robed, faceless docent points a translucent finger to a final door.
‘And this one?’ he croaks, dread asphyxiating.
‘If you continue on your current path.’
On cue, it opens—a chilling, dark gravity compelling him inwards.
#WriteCBC
July 3, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Artefacts of squandered, possible existences swarm his mind.
The robed, faceless docent points a translucent finger to a final door.
‘And this one?’ he croaks, dread asphyxiating.
‘If you continue on your current path.’
On cue, it opens—a chilling, dark gravity compelling him inwards.
#WriteCBC
The robed, faceless docent points a translucent finger to a final door.
‘And this one?’ he croaks, dread asphyxiating.
‘If you continue on your current path.’
On cue, it opens—a chilling, dark gravity compelling him inwards.
#WriteCBC
I don’t like cryptic crosswords but I think I’ve just had a lightbulb moment…
November 29, 2024 at 8:02 AM
I don’t like cryptic crosswords but I think I’ve just had a lightbulb moment…