Four lines of prose about: the ninth.
The ninth what? Whatever you want. It is, after all, the 999th day in a row of writing here at Daily Writing Practice. Which makes tomorrow the 1,000th. And I've finally decided what we're doing to mark the milestone.
All you get is a heads up that the prompt should be up a bit earlier than usual. And that we'll be taking a week off from four line poems.
It was like he didn't even exist. His name had been erased from all the books, the first seven didn't dare speak his name. All because of what he'd done to the eighth.
Well, now that Homicidal dwarf was on the loose again, all of that was about to change.