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Total prizes reach 1000 
But of course there are always the rules......
Please please please fave the journal!
Make another journal about this giveaway and provide a link of that journal in the comments (this will help spread the word about this giveaway)
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Rules
Should be about School Times!
, comment and watch!
So in the next 30 seconds I would like you to:
1. Think of something or someone unusual which/whom you've never written about or even clearly imagined before.
Then you may:
2: Ad lib madly, like a monkey on crack. A paragraph, a scrap, a vignette, a novel to rival War and Peace - I don't care what you end up with. I just want to read something wonderful that has just this very minute fallen, freshly-baked, out of your head.
And then:
3. Post it in comments here, or dev it and give me a link.
If you do this, I will
I write like
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
(I'm a month and a half late but I made it anyway.)
lampshade perched on my head, I look sweet!
I gambled and lost on a love hard to lose.
These stringent thoughts are mine to choose--
my wracking loss is now complete
with scrumptious pasta fagiool in my shoes.
Life is louse-ridden pubis, a ruse,
and I an aching follicle in its beak.
I gambled and lost on a love hard to lose.
I once thought of love as a goddess, a muse,
now her perfume smells of liver, beets,
and soggy pasta fagiool in my shoes.
Now I court ruin, watchful for clues,
I lather and rinse and repeat and repeat.
I gambled and lost on a love hard to lose.
My innocence could not help but beg for abuse,
and you, my love, bought the front row seat.
Scrumptious pasta fagiool in my shoes,
I gambled and lost on a love hard to lose.
and I an aching follicle in its beak.
:lmfao:
I adore this form, and you did well by it. And made me laugh, to boot.
I promise you: 1 poem. Soonish.
deviantART muro drawing
I asked for brain dumps, unpolished things. I have my reasons for this, all of them quite selfish. Plus, I just wanted some attention. I am entirely satisfied with your above contribution, and that's what matters - isn't it?
Love,
Salshep
The people on the city sidewalk just shrugged. No one cared anymore.
"Well dang!" The wizard put his gun away and sped off into the sunset. No one cared about that, either. They all just went about their business, the apathy of a life comfortably lived too much to overcome.
Slowly, the time came when the city began to fall to ruin. No one cared then, either.
The wizard returned. "I want you all to know I'm sorry for my earlier actions," he said. Everyone who had been alive the first time were all long gone by now. He didn't care. His own ego and need to validate himself mattered more than those who could help him do it.
"Lemme show you all something." The wizard then cast a spell which made people care. They all became overwhelmed by the immensity of the scale of their problems, but decided to try and work through it anyway. They succeeded, and eventually returned to original state of comfortable apathy.
The wizard then smiled, and left. He had been sitting in the same position for near a hundred years. When he left, a small child jumped and and a passing man who thought he was a statue walked into a bar and drank for the rest of the day.
End.