Friday, November 13, 2009

Day 14

John Wilmot penned his poetry
Riddled with the pox
Nabokov wrote on index cards,
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders was half alive
When he wrote Chinese Rocks

- Lyrics from “There She Goes, My Beautiful World,” Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds



Prompt of the Day: Your protagonist is lied to by someone he or she trusts.

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