I write regularly, but I haven't played a letter game in at least a dozen years. A friend wants to play again. I'm leading off and was told that I had free rein to choose whatever world or venue I liked.

I think I just nailed down the setting and the voice of the initial letter.

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Written by Mwinyele Tuesday January 10, 2023 8:49 pm

Premise: A freestyled awkwardly stylized rhyming account which surmises the origins of one governed land’s woes

“STanK gWEEN: the distant haunts of an obscene son-of-a-quean. He who stills the earthly air, be-tween, daydreams, some dead politickin from whence spawned screams, his jilted guilt head of state, living,
one hand out to take, the other,
to wreak havoc on those fallen t’ward stunted fate”

There once lived a pair of two young brothers
As close as they were, they rivaled each other
One was dashing and charming
So personable and disarming
His limits knew no bound, such jubilant a spirit, the youth in him found

Elder brother craved lasting glory
To undo shrewd laughter in passing, lingering tales of family adultery
Whispers of doubt brought on by small brothers shortsighted frivolity
Generations of power face unraveling amidst fruitless loyalty
Exaggerated inability
Fumbling dim-wittery
A jester baby brother is unfit for honour - for legitimacy

A brotherly love outlasts ambitions and strategic allegiances
Elder witnessed in horror
‘ticians and civilians clamouring with unmatched fervour
to tear down and rip apart once-beloved, baby brother
globally mocked for sport for an err, a mistruth, a vulgar falter
When baby brother eventually succumbed to the slow and public slaughter
Elder brother vowed to punish not only the perpetrators
but
also their sons and daughters
And when he rose in ranks to lead the tanks
The townspeople cried out for mercy
Elder brother claimed all is well, we look forward in unity on this journey
Never admitting to his vengeful tendencies
in writing nor spoken dilly-dallies
Not ever, not once
But in time, townspeople suffered dearly his vengeance
And desperately quivered in fear
Overcome by elders cold wrath,
they did shiver, they did jeer
Evermore crying aloud “why” to elder’s crushing laws and population disappearing-acts
Their memories ran short of the facts
In onterrioland, a sturdily-placed leader and enforcer, revelled in townspeople pain and disorder, and merrily chanted baby brothers name from his peacock-feathered impenetrable palace frame
Plotting another season to shed his land of the lame
and all and any who’d paraded the sullying of baby and elders once good name
Long live the vengeful king

Just made my wife a cheese toastie and got my words mumbled/answer smashed together.
“Would you like a choastie?”
We laughed, paused, looked at each other then thought…
Why is that word not a thing?!?
I ask you #mastodon - why is that word not a thing?!?
Choasties. They’re the future.
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started a new story. excited about this one. methinks i wanna make it a novella.

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