Letter to muses.
Ah, c'mon muses, this is ridiculous. You're up and about, willing to write, and now you're asking me for prompts?

Fine. I'm making a list and you better be active on me. I want this done by friday, hear me? FRIDAY. *cracks whip*

# Rex Matthews

And he is far away

# Stella Mayfair

a tiara fit for several murders/There is a lot of night.

# Griffin

The proof is that they're a paper towel and Alpha.

# Kalpyso

formed by complete silence

# Scott Filch

I ... don't belong ... anywhere.

# Brent Derrick

All you have something you don't have. Faith.