PenguinAttack

Gum boughs slink lower as skies raise red and ash hot our breath will refresh.

I am bad at this, how syllables slide toward your cloudless skies now.

Below a balcony that was not my own, I plucked a fine, taut lyre string. And while the whippoorwill did cry, I continued to play my sorrowful song. The blackened ...

Click, Click, Clack Phalanges tick and tock over malnourished keys; I have become awake again in the midst of my mother and her typewriter.

I curl for sleep, the studied cat napping light upon the bed sheets drawn below.

Common karma keeps me quiet, seeing the sibilance slither across aching arches of line. Though I thought those animals - Barbarian, belie bloated bellies! would whisper soft, wondering, how humanity ...

Below a balcony that was not my own, I plucked a fine, taut lyre string. And while the whippoorwill did cry, I continued to play my sorrowful song. The blackened ...

Below a balcony that was not my own, I plucked a fine, taut lyre string. And while the whippoorwill did cry, I continued to play my sorrowful song. The blackened ...

Below a balcony that was not my own, I plucked a fine, taut lyre string. And while the whippoorwill did cry, I continued to play my sorrowful song. The blackened ...

Below a balcony that was not my own, I plucked a fine, taut lyre string. And while the whippoorwill did cry, I continued to play my sorrowful song. The blackened ...

On silent summer nights There are melodies in the skies The birds chriped softly in the trees, as I sat down on the bench. Mosquitoes take bites of my soft ...

For Chu I progress a leaf in the wind how I soar away.

During the last Storybook workshop, a storybook premise was created. Using this premise and the characters written up, I challenge you to write a story! It can be of any ...

I feel like all of my information got all wiggle waggle somewhere? I thought the first session was starting at 2am. oO

Yes, you certainly can! Haha, cats, I didn't even notice it!