A mixed collection of prose and poetry written in 2026. |
| Over for another year, say goodbye to the Quills, chills down my spine at the thought of being free. Glee comes at the knowledge of no more vote counting, dismounting from the duties of esteemed Quillmaster. Disaster won't strike for another year, clear until the nominations start to stack up. Backup will be needed this time around, newfound guidance being provided. Word Count: 8 Form: Free Verse Prompt: Write a poem where the last word of each line must rhyme with the first word of the next line. Written for: "PromptMaster !" |