All right folks, here is the deal. This packet is filled with sad and horrible poems that sound like fingernails on a black board. No, I am not trying to torment you, well, maybe I am. But you see, I took Creative Writing 1 this year, and every single day, we had to make up a book within a half an hour. That is no easy thing. And we were given prompts. How horrible is that? So I am stuck with this huge pile of poems ranging from "maybe, possibly okay" to "AAAAGGGHHHHH so horrible!!! Just end it now!!!!" Feel free to critique as harshly as possible, I don't care. LOL. And if you like one, say so.

Have fun holding your head and asking for an advil and an iboprofin and a tylanol and any other pain reliever. Your gonna need it reading this horrid collection of hastily written, strict prompted, 30 minute poems of mine.