Assignment Six: Create a poem that ends with a random line provided by a fellow classmate.
You just have to love the random exercises that can come up in a creative writing class. In a course that is finds it foundation on the participating students' imagination, it doesn't seem to weird when the professor steps back and let's someone else come up with the subject for the prompt. Things like that are supposed to end beautifully; amazing creativity through secret collaboration. But the problem with this brillant "secret collaboration" is that the unsuspecting student has absolutely no control over what insane idea they end up with. Finger-crossing doesn't block stupidity.
This time around, each student in my poetry workshop class was given a slip of paper and a few minutes to come up with what they would consider a "good" way to end a poem. Just the final line; no lead in, no clues. Our professor stressed the word "good" because her intention was to randomly distribute these images as prompts and we were urged to refuse the temptation to sabotage one of our peers. You can imagine how well this all worked out.
Of course, I think my creation "sunset was shattered against the rising tide" was pretty awesome, though my friend "Brandon" did not agree. His opinion is actually invalid because any mind that comes up with something that has to do with dead girls looking at pancakes. I don't remember the exact wording but that main theme is pretty much unforgettable. There is obviously something with the boy, which is common knowledge really. Even though I'm not too excited about the line that I received, but I'm extremely sorry for the person that got thrown that demented gem.
Good luck, whoever you are.
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