If you could talk to your favorite book, what would it tell you?

Write a story or poem about the conversation....

Arthur C Clarke once said “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

Rewrite a fairy tale or write a story using a well-known magic system but explain how the magic within could be explained scientifically by advanced technology....

Write a poem that includes the line _and I will wait for you until the stars burn out_....

I am flow, water murmurs, I am life and salt and tides; I fill oceans and seep into cracks, I move through the world and I settle into hollows.

You are weak, earth says. I am strong, I am solid. I am the base for growth, I am foundation.

You may say I am weak, water replies, but give me time and I will wear you down. I will erode canyons into your mountains, I will dissolve your caverns into sta...

Write a villanelle* with these lines:

A1: the fields of my mind are black

A2: the fields of my heart are gold

*A poem with 3 line stanzas, where the 1st and 3rd lines of the opening stanza are alternated as the last lines do the following stanzas and the final stanza concludes with those two lines.

Eg: A1 b A2/ a b A1/ a b A2/ b A1 A2

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What if permanent changes to our body suddenly became heritable? You would never have to worry that your spouse would find out about your old nose because of your child, but that butterfly tattoo? Oh dear.

Write a story about this. Consiser: Why did this happen? What will it mean for the children? How can we stop it?...

You are only as old as you feel

And I feel like a child

Prowling the kingdoms of imagination

Unhindered, free and wild

The ache in my hip forgotten

The stiffness gone from my knees

I will make myself a crown of flowers

And blow dandelion fluff into the breeze

Too long have I been reliable

Slaved to the taskmaster of adulthood

Borne the weight of gravitas

And eschewed the simple and the good

The...

Indigo fades to steel

And gold suddenly blossoms

Across the horizon

Sending streaks of light

Like a sparkler

Harbingers of fire

The night draws to a close

And I slip into the shadows

The molten glow still burning in my veins

I yearn to reach my pale hand

Into the sun’s warmth

To hold it there in blissful pain

To feel the radiance on my face

To live, like others do, under the open blue sky

But I...

You slide the bag across the table. The hooded figure opposite you peers inside.

“Where the hell did you find this?” He asks. His voice drips with avarice.

“Does it matter?” You shrug.

“Not really.” His hood obscures his face but you can still feel his eyes peering at you with interest. He’s too proud to sigh with frustration but you sense he wants to, that he desperately needs to know your sourc...

Night lay heavy over the fields, turning the rich gold of barley and wheat into inky black. It was blessedly cool, the heat of the day having dissipated with the sun in the sudden way of the desert. Ruth pulled her cloak tighter, hurrying through the maze left by the men’s scythes to the threshing floor. There was nothing to hear but the rustling of the grain, the men having long since retired to...