Jul. 27th, 2017

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“One apocalypse, please,” the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested.


The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last.


“Ah. The knob for the door of creation.”


“Well,” she said with a smile. “You know what they say.”


“All good things come to an end,” he agreed.


She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door.


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What happened today that made you grateful? Did you say thank you at the time? Say it in verse.




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted directly in the comments or as a link to your own journal.


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