Annual Writing Prompt
Nine years ago, my dreaming brain directly delivered this paragraph, word for word. Every year I post it, hoping that some writer, somewhere, will take what I consider to be a promising beginning and make something of it. If that writer is you, I would be so happy.
"Some people object to the money the Mumas charge for their work, but these people have never been inside a Soulless City. The soul of a child is a changeling. Those that have had a Muma's help can return to the world of the Light. Those that don't--well, you wouldn't want to meet them."














