It was always like, Hey, brah The f-ing moon’s setting on us We gotta get outta this place Because our folks Are gonna freak if we not home When da sun come up All those good young days Now mostly passing thought blurs Every stunt could have been The last thing we ever did But…
Okay, this time lets do 100 to 1000 words. Remember, you can ignore these prompts if you choose to do so. Write about whatever you’d like to write about. In any form you wish. Had it with English? Write a piece in the language of your choice. Hawaiian. French. Japanese. Klingon. Pig Latin. No need…