I was in a computer game. Funny as hell it was the most horrible thing I could think of… I’ve always particularly liked the below quote from the rootin’ tootin’ shooter Max Payne 2, even if I prefer the original game in the series (Purely for the face models of course).
"The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you. Drive you mad. It could set you free."
She had a dream last night but couldn’t remember what it was about; and she couldn’t shake the strangest premonition that something terrible was about to happen…
Write/submit a poem based on a city you have visited capturing its history, architecture, and scenery in verse. You could base it on the sights you’ve seen, the people you’ve met, or the experiences you’ve had on your visit.