Ventomology

Hey Mage! Not sure if you're still accepting, but all my other SBs are so very slow, and I'd really love to be part of one that actually has an ...

I'd be interested in knowing sort of how to begin, but once we have some direction I would totally be down to start writing.

30. Momentous May, might you please slow down? Might you stumble, or fumble, or just turn around? I'm not ready, Miss May, for the change that you'll bring, for the ...

29. The family dining table may be laid out with sumptuous, scrumptious offerings, a rich array of vibrant colors that tickle the nose and tantalize the tongue, but nothing compares ...

28. My horn resides in my childhood home. It springs from its case, singing, shiny, and silver, as I step through the front door. Would that I could bring it ...

27. Muses, why have you forsaken me? My childhood desk is riddled with objects, little bubbles of memory and inspiration that sit, tantalizing, waiting to be popped. My childhood walls ...

26. Sunday Sonnet No. 4 Your tears, my dear, fall heavier than hail— a reaction most suited to your plight— but I beseech you, let me tell my tale and ...

25. My wrist hurts, my eyes sting, my brow aches, and my brain is pained. I spent the whole day drawing. Now my homework calls my name.

Alrighty time's almost up better get this in. My modern dance professor told us that modern dance focuses on the root of movement. Fingertips pull fingers pull palms. Hands pull ...

Hunter are you taking inspiration from Fox on these titles

24. 明 My glasses reside in a gold, silk case. Black calligraphy curls from its corners, and delicate square seals decorate its sides. These motifs are Mine. The sun and ...

23. I bought new shoes— black, black boots, roomy in the toes, with knit ribbing, quilted leather, shiny, silver, zippers, and black, black souls soles.

22. My body is brass— brash, strong —shaped of crass metals, leaving fly ash. My shield is nickel, my skin is tin, and roiling oils tickle the fickle parts and ...

21. Collegiate rowers row on beat, steady, ready, all in sync. I pushed off the gravel shore paddling faster than ‘ere before. And now, never will I meet, my deadlines. ...

That last line is so fitting.