Prosers,

We have been working hard behind the scenes to bring you a multi-platform writing network that is available on any device or computer.

We launched with an iOS application along with a website for you guys to read, write, and engage with your writerly peers.

Over the months that followed we have had an enormous amount of requests for an Android application that would bring you, our users, further connectivity with a world of words.

We listened, we got to work on our Android app. We began cranking code, decorating it with licks of paint, adding social sharing features, and bringing our application up-to-date with our current iOS application.

We are so pleased to announce that we are finally ready to unleash it on you guys, our Prosers.

As of this second, you can grab your Prose Android app by searching for Prose over at the Google Play Store! Prose Android has been long-awaited, and it is now in live beta mode. (Link is within the comments).

Why live beta mode we hear you ask? Well, we’d like you guys to give us feedback on how we can improve your writing, reading, and social experience. We are asking all of you ‘Droid’ers’ to give us your opinions. Send us a direct message or drop us an email, we love to hear from you.

What are you waiting for? Go download it now!

The clock struck midnight

And down went the axe

The pumpkin, glass slipper

All that was left

The clock struck midnight

And it all disappeared

Ball gown, carriage

Nothing is left here

The stars are old

And the day grows cold

And the cards all fold

And the twisted darkness grows

All that is left

Is a piece of glass

Worthless and obsessed

She runs far away...

--

The clock struck midnight

And the lone werewolf cries

Left and so lonely

He wonders if it's time that he should die

Glass shards cut into

Every piece of youth

He underestimated the

Things that love can do

Forever destined

Denied his family

The only hope

Has run away barefoot

If he wishes

To catch his Alice

Then Romeo's gotta

Run far,

            far,

                 far,

                     far away...

I live my life through slivers of time

Moments strung together

With victory and failure

Wins and losses

I watch the broken leaves arch their backs on my window sill

I see my life break apart and fade

Only to grow and bloom again

The tough seasons of drought and loneliness are always a hand on my shoulder

I brush it away and move forward

Never stopping

Through the bitter cold and hot heat

I will never lose this war

I will always win

Always

Win