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End-of-the-World Feelings Writers’ Cramp |
End-of-the-World Feelings Writers’ Cramp 17 lines Sam Adams Woke up one day Looking out at his flooded home. Filled with black, foul-smelling, murky, Miasma, muddy sewage water Thanking God That he had survived The monster storm Of the century. That has swept across the land. The wind from the terrible tornados Tearing through the devastated land. Fleeing the fury of the fire out west. Unleashing the fury of nature, Truly Hell on earth had arrived. Climate change arriving on steroids. Thinking about the end-of-the-world. new prompt: water land fire wind Use the elements mentioned above in your poem or story. |