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shadesong has been giving out writing prompts.

Today's prompt: "You're standing in a doorway."

Keith actually fell over, he was laughing so hard. "He can't be serious," he finally said when he was able to talk again.

"He's serious," Nelly told him. "He's going to start docking us points unless we go through that whole insane procedure to submit our work to him, and I don't want to lose any points for improper presentation."

"I think," Keith said, dragging himself up by the doorframe, "that doing the chicken dance, spinning around three times, and giving an abstract of the work in the form of a limerick before turning it in is taking things a bit too far." He had to bite his lip to keep from snickering.

Nelly gave him a sideways look. "You know it, I know it, and Professor Morgan knows that too, but is anyone going to say anything about it?" she asked. "Come on. You're standing in the doorway."
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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