This kind of prompt entertains me immensely, and so, in the tradition of a similar prompt from 2017 , please enjoy ... Your Dystopian YA author name is your last initial + your first initial + the first kind of tree you can think of. The title of your book series is The + the color of your shirt + the first object to your right. — tiny snek comics (@TinySnekComics) September 7, 2019 Your Dystopian YA author name is your last initial + your first initial + the first kind of tree you can think of. The title of your book series is The + the color of your shirt + the first object to your right. #CB BC Willow defines the generation with her opus The Grey Bed Following the stories of multiple couples through their first and last sexual acts in their lovingly shared beds, it is a potent refutation of the 50 Shades generation. #RM M R Oak with their thrilling YA debut "Cream Windows" Claire: the fans can be called Creamies! Claire: oh hai. I am coming back up to the first comments b
The excellent Duc proposed that we compose some poems together, line by line, for World Poetry Day. This is the Age of C19 however, so we had a live thread in my Facebook Writing Group, and it worked surprisingly well. Devoted readers and Facebook friends alike will know that I love a good live thread, whether that is for The Voice , the Jubilee or Q&A. The first poem was pleasingly symmetrical, the second quite melancholy ... they started out as Follows - -1- how precarious the life of the tree by the road precarious and precious, said the poet the poet with the last roll of TP precarious and precious, said the poet The TP from the tree by the side of the road -2- Hands made to touch, cannot touch, cannot be touched, but must wash, be washed, wash, be washed, wash Birthdays unmarked, But we sing, sing the song, the birthday song when we wash, washed, wept, wash Claire: Emily would be prouder of us if we added some capitalisation and dashes, but otherwise, I like it