Give me a Title, and I’ll give you a Verse.

a you你verse.

Write a story.

Write a story.

Write.

A.

Story.

That’s all you have to do.

String words into a sentence with some form of coherence. Make it a short one, so no one can say you’re rambling. That way, they won’t think it’s a run on. Even though it is. But if you break it up, in just the right way, the commas and periods will make a point!

A POINT!

Stories are all about points.

Whether you have one is irrelevant. Just write a story. Like in middle school exams, where they give you 3 choices. A word prompt, complete the sentence, or a scenario. Pick the one that feels like kismet, then write, because that’s the point of compositions.

They want to see if you can bleed like a human over lines like a writer. The world needs another poetic soul. You could be Whitman, Bronte, Vonnegut: undiscovered.

You can judge a fish by how well it writes, even if it can’t climb a tree.

The world is your oyster — with all its gooey needs/wants/don’ts. Assonance, consonance, verbs, adjectives. Add a dash of allegory, squeeze some lemon metaphor on top.

Write a story for the one infinity you’ll never outgrow.

I’m writing this story. I’m ending this here. I know that sometimes, there’s no need for a moral. Not everything is a life lesson. Sometimes, all you need is a good, albeit “HUH?!”, read.

Read a book. Don’t dissect the pages, don’t delve into the sentences searching for the elusive allusions.

The story is a cave.