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1. “I confused today with last week. Who did we lose?” 2. Write about your fist fight with God. Who will win? 3. Write an article from the perspective of a Northwestern journalism graduate who is stuck writing for the National Inquirer to pay off student loan debt. 4. Write a recipe for the meal you would serve Anthony Bourdain. 5. Add a scene to the last film you watched. 6. You could save one book from the Library of Alexandria, real or made up by you. What would it be and why? 7. Write an Instagram poem. 8. Write about the last person you made eye contact with. 9. Pete Davidson and Ariana Grande never broke up. How did this change the course of history? 10. “That was so mean! You are so mean!” 11. Create an atmosphere that feels like this: Smoky, hazy, foggy. Fairies are real? 12. Write a list poem. 13. Suddenly, you see invisible monsters. They all look like you. 14. You fake your death. How would you cover your trail? 15. Write a poem that utilizes spacing. 16. Headcanon: You’re Mandy Moore in the 2004 teen movie “Saved!” but you secretly long to convert to Judaism. 17. Recount your worst nightmare. 18. Describe your favorite letter. 19. Include these words or topics, either directly or indirectly: faith, hammock collards, sad clowns, and rain water soup. 20. Include: salmon, honesty, yellow teeth, ginger ale, and Elnett hairspray. 21. Include: water bottle, sadness, fire pits, and box braids. 22. Include: loneliness, “Evil bitch,” “Low-down, no good liar,” and fuchsia pink lipstick. 23. Include: death breath, golf ball hail, gold teeth, and well-behaved children. 24. Include: fire hands, fire breath, mouthwash, and chili peppers. 25. Include: burned books, chili pepper eyes, ghosts in alleyways, and bed room eyes. 26. Include: drinking water after chewing Winterfresh, slushies, hostility, and glee. 27. Include: old woman chewing gum, sleepy eyes, dead fish, and immortality. 28. Include: daughter wrapping scarf around her father, barrettes, toffee, and sprites. 29. Include: clove cigarettes, cilantro, and a clementine. 30. “Roll the dice you dumb motherfucker.” 31. Summarize last years’ news. 32. Don’t write. Go to sleep instead. 33. Write about what you dream. 34. “Wear your dreams inside out.” “Like skin?!” 35. Write about what it tastes like underneath your nails. 36. Write with paint. 37. Try to describe the pain a child feels while getting a shot. 38. Describe the way a muffin is chewed. 39. God says, “Let’s meet tonight under the sycamore tree” 40. “Kiss me under the aching twilight. Kiss me under the green green grass.” 41. Write about your favorite cheesy 90s love song. 42. Prove that God is a woman. 43. Write about how to get over a break up with someone you have never dated. 44. Give dating advice to someone you barely know. 45. Get angry at your friend for cancelling plans. 46. Remember? 47. Yes? No? Remember? 48. Have you forgotten? Don’t forget! Write it down now! 49. Write stream of conscious. Do not revise. Send out for publication. 50. “Hello God, it’s me again…” 51. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb. But was she the lamb? 52. Revisit a topic confronted in Twilight in honor of its ten year anniversary. (Mormon propaganda, virginity, stalking, pixie cuts, etc., etc.) 53. What are questions you would ask Stephanie Meyers? It cannot simply be “Why”? 54. Does your wrist hurt? Write about the pain. What causes you pain? Have you felt it so much that now it’s just like water? 55. How do you sleep? 56. Write from the perspective of Jesse McCartney in 2005. 57. “Family Matters” AU: Steve learns his worth and stops chasing after Laura. Write from either of their perspectives once he rejects her. 58. Your main character has to take care of their parents’ pet bear for the weekend. The main character does not know why their parents have this bear or where it came from. But it really likes fried catfish and whiskey. Write a short story about their time together. 59. Write about the last thing that made you cry. 60. If you have not cried in a long time, write about the spring sunshine on your face because you have dealt with enough. 61. Consider the features of all your celebrity crushes. What makes you want them? 62. Skeeter Davis’ “The End of the World” plays on your main characters’ radio. They stand in front of an open window. What do they see? 63. Write a poem for Dionysius the Greek God of ritual madness, religious ecstasy, fertility, wine, and theatre. 64. Write a poem for Apollo the Greek God of knowledge, healing, sun, poetry and music. 65. Rewrite a passage from Twilight but it’s 2018 and everyone’s rightfully queer. 66. Write a fanfic scenario with Y/N and Zach Baggins of Ghost Adventures fame. (Please understand that Y/N is actually the author of these prompts.) 67. Don’t think too much about it. It is only the Mona Lisa. 68. You have eaten about 800 calories worth of cherry sours. You have a bad cough and feel very lonely. Write about how your thumb is stained red. 69. Instead of writing, learn another language. 70. Describe your morning routine. 71. “In the morning, he wakes up to the sound of his throat singing.” 72. Describe your nighttime routine. 73. “Every night, remember that you rent your hands.” 74. “Promise me one meal?” 75. Instead of writing, upload a ten minute makeup tutorial to YouTube. 76. This is no joke. This is real. Write a page of knock knock jokes. 77. My Chemical Romance is getting back together. Describe how you feel. 78. If you did not like My Chemical Romance, why? 79. If you did not go through an emo phase, what was it like to be conventionally attractive in middle school? 80. Describe the person you wish you had seen. 81. Describe the place you can never find. 82. Write a poem for Angela Basset. Mail it to her. 83. Are you tired of reading this? Lean into that anger. Write a poem about fighting me. 84. Before writing that poem understand this: I will win. I am the Supreme. Remember to include three couplets. No more, no less. 85. Describe what ghosts look like. Does it change depending on when or how they died? 86. Do you want to become a ghost? Who and how will you haunt? 87. “I didn’t take anything out of the tithes bucket. If I did it was only a quarter and it is only for bubblegum. Okay! I took a dollar but I’m going to sell it for two more!” 88. Is this enough for you? Is too much ever enough? 89. If you were God for a day what would you do? 90. Write 3,500 word academic response: Will One Direction ever make a comeback? 91. In 3,500 words: Will the return of BIGBANG in 2020 affect success of BTS? 92. In 3,500 words: Can a blonde wig hide one’s identity? 93. In 3,500 words: What qualifies as a prank? When are you the joke and when is it not funny anymore? 94. Recall a time you cried for your friend’s uncle. 95. I worry about you. When did you stop crying and start biting your tongue instead? 96. Write a sonnet without fourteen lines, iambic pentameter, rhyme, and a volta. 97. Imagine: Harry Styles takes you on a Gucci shopping spree. Your cousin never moved back home and you could still pretend to be in the top five favorite grandchildren. An earwig crawls in your brain while you’re sleeping. 98. i fear that i have lost you! lost you? lost me somewhere between poesy and latin textbooks. i can find myself somewhere in silent nights and an owl’s hello. does this feel like me? i am trying to be less constrained to the page but isn’t that who i am? one of those gin and tea drinking poets willing to still smoke a clove cigarette at a speakeasy so i look like a poet. i have asthma and that could kill me. but i’m wilde. and this prada bag is prada and that makes me enough sometimes until someone realizes that it’s fake and then i’m nothing again. did i tell you i speak only when spoken to? poet-girl, tired in class and trying to make like maya. how long do i mourn the loss of her? until the next poem comes to me or when i marry rich to sustain my habit of writing and buying although neither mean all that much to me anymore. i have tricked so many people into thinking i actually have a brain and a personality. what happens when i get found out? Write a closing statement or a continued response to the previous text. Pass it on to another writer. 99. I have nothing more to say. What would your last words be if you were in the electric chair? Is there anyone you would want to hear you?

I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine. There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition, each atom every person who ever wronged me. Filling the casket and daintily blanketing my decomposing flesh prison. Pervading my esophagus and inundating my tear ducts; My screams and cries can never be perceived by anyone. They would not dare give their precious attention to this god forsaken matter. Expunged are my fears, my mistakes and my ridicules Erased are my endorphins, and forbidden is my art. Now throw your lilies down, Onto the funeral pyre they sit. Anoint your candles, say your prayers. Oh Heavenly Father, Who art in Heaven, Restore the innocence lost to the departed, For she did not stand a chance.

I. Cranberry cranberry Van nearby hands of god— Given Ron Livingston Wrong bitters, gone with his sled, Bong giving head. II. Honored, Kotter teaching Godard Father please believe my guilty Soul is flounder cut on counter Grave Head Stone — Are Eye Pea flowers sent last summer’s snow storm. Synagogue, sing oddball God Songs, Citrus cleats dug grin my tongue's lung Sweet, sweet taste of taste buds facefucked III. Sososo fast was I running. I am in a pretty comment Sex lies smut and video tape, Buzz words hellfire hid-E-us fate. Lots of nations expo needed, crowd in sight for an Eiffull Frozen peas, please, piece peace geese fleece heat wave— Keep it close like kettle pots kelping shots of Gretel's snot. Hell's god gulping soapy bricks of remoulade, warts on a demagogue nominated for an emmy award IV. Persephone hated the taste of pomegranate. Listen to the lovely light perpetuated. Bound to a basement beneath the earth but cursed to know that on the land is mother maiden stranded thinking of her daughter’s hand in marriage to the bandit, granted, hardly a man— his reign in Hades grants him majesty, tragedy of bowling alleyways, referee Persephone V. Lunar Landing shooting strands of super silly string. Little things, pinpoint of a plaintiff"s pen cap Ted Danson Dancing down and dirty during jury duty Semen ropes and Hemoglobin Even notice? Fever close, its beavers nose sniffs reapers slow skip keefer coke tits sudsless onus one-kick hundred funyuns won win oven dumped in cum stains something.

the darkness begins beyond the horizon forming a choppy skyline beneath your lash line upon blinking the singular cilium parading as a feather is set free the surface is deep brown and off white not exactly even or perfectly curved it just remains.

my God is not a man in my mind He can’t be anything. for i can’t comprehend what would lie at that edge of Knowing could forgiveness not be ? if for not ? a first instance, of you ? now i confuse: what is with what was with what i talk about because God was not there i thought He wandered while i wandered yet, the whole time He was it was me it was not him back then it never could have been if it had: my god would be a Man.

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this swollen september grazing against hurriedness and possession. walking past half-gnawed apples made my stomach bright with nostalgia. leaves overturned by wind mean rain is coming. the midwest doesn’t change its capricious humor. though soon, it will break its seal and plunge us straight into winter.

I hold no ill will towards my thirteen doppelgängers. Their minimal existence is a piece of me now, Each another collected story this library uses In lieu of developed emotional honesty. But is a sin a sin if even God commits it? We have all woven our patchwork threads, Fit the puzzle pieces where we could, Forcing the edges together in wonk-straight lines. I’ve met a few people now who call these lies, Who try to tear down the tapestry–for there must be A doorway behind where the real soul hides. I’ve often wondered if it ever came to their mind, Long after we stopped speaking to each other: How much of me they ripped apart, While claiming they only wanted to know who I was.

baby angel teeth bath tiles shiny and stacked in a row inside a velvet-lined silver tin with a name engraved on the top the consequences of missing an eyetooth: bruised gums, moveable jelly my tongue can push metal into motion between points of weakness and drool

catching a robin as a promise (a birthday in may is so fortunate) a small porcelain face presses through the stained orange slats of a poorly built deck for the sign of a mother to hold her feathers in your hands and feel the weight of what’s smaller than you to cradle her babies, all the time fearing the bright blue will rub off of their shells and onto your palms a permanent stain

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the river invites window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a scarlet robin resting among the empty milk-crates lemon residue reminds me of my paper-cut thumb, softly sting window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring

Asterion (the starry one) lays on the sand-gritted floor of the third room along the fourth southwestern corridor of his labyrinth and he watches the stars navigate their own maps overhead. They did him one kindness, he thinks, in neglecting to construct a ceiling. Daedalus, that nervous and twitching old man who couldn’t look the Minotaur in the eye as he drew, traced, and measured a turnabout here, a dead end there, an escape nowhere, did him that one kindness a long time ago. Icarus, the son, had done him a kindness as well. He had taken Asterion’s hand when the labyrinth was completed and led him inside. “We are not so different, you and I.” he said, as Asterion was noting the quality of the stone walls. “How so?” Icarus turned towards the glowing entrance which was to be locked with both of them on opposite sides “You, Asterion, you have horns, and I, wings.” Asterion felt the boy’s empty back, wondering if this was another human joke, the meaning kept from him. “I do not understand.” And Icarus, who was slipping away with the setting sun into the cracks of the closing door, pointed at his forehead. “In here, my friend, in here.”