NEWS FROM THE SHADOWLANDS
Anyone who doesn't think creative writers can be competitve, have I a story for thee
At seven AM in the hours of wee
three butts through the doors, and the rest all scream me ME!
For the Runestone project at Hamline and to work with
All the seniors stuffed up the works
and the rest...
they're the rest.
The Agent rose early
and wiped his eyes awake
Almost forgot his glasses and tripped down the stairs
and heard his knees squeak.
He didn't fall, lucky him, and logged into class
a minute too early, a minute too soon... and then
success, find the code, quick put it in and submit bold!
Waiting for page... waiting for page... waiting for page... waiting for page...
Conflict! You have a conflict! You can't be in two places at once!
Load again, load again, kick, slap, and punch!
Try again, load, wait - there's no room left!
Cuss, foul language, sigh and complain
Send the letter to the english department dean
Plan B class, sure, but no Runestone is leased
If nothing else, I'm in the fantasy class at least.
(Here's an early morning school scheduling poem for you. Take that, poets at Normandale who don't think fiction writers can write poetry.)
Did you miss it the other day? The dog was here for a few days. I love my stepsister, but I don't want to put up with her dog. She works all day, she goes places during the weekend - she wanted a dog, she should be around to take care of it. I can't wait to see what might happen if she ever has a child. Seriously.
At least everyone else in the country is cold and blizzardy.
(I should get some clothes on and go to class. Don't disinfect your computer just yet - I threw on slacker sweats and a t-shirt first - but yeah, class in two hours. Sigh.)
And hey, check these out if you get a chance. Which character are you?
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