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Hey there, writers! It's Geata, your friendly neighborhood program advisor. I wanted to bring you all into the loop on what Edna and I are cooking up this year! This year is our 6th season, if you can believe it. (My 5th with the challenge, which is equally unbelievable.) A lot has grown over the past several years. We've grown up, and the community has grown, too, for which we are so grateful. As a thank you for everyone participating each year, we are working to deliver mor

Welcome to December, QuTs and Questers. November has been a long, and yet all to fast, journey. One which I thank you, heartily, for participating in. The Qummunity showed growth this year and made the month all the more special. Once again we must acknowledge Geata, one of our moderators as well as our author behind the Bulletins, for her work on this year's storyline and prompts. Thanks go out to her and also Naomi for running our WOQs (Write On Que) in the Discord server,

NoQu 2025 Day 30 Total Words: 49,999 Words Chapter 10: The Fire Unquenched "…they only saw mist and flame and fire rising from the spot, and when these had passed, there stood…" —The Brothers Grimm, "The Juniper Tree The rest of the island was thickly wooded, like the hill you'd started on weeks ago. The sun had come back again, the centaurs had dared set hoof back outside, and you had taken your leave. Now mapless, you feel even more lost, blank paper such as it was. You w

NoQu 2025 Day 28 Total Words: 46,676 Chapter 9: Courage in the Face of it All "Go by reverently, and read with sober care How a great people, riding with defiant shouts The centaur of Revolution, Spurred and whipped to frenzy, Shook with terror, seeing the mist of the sea…" —Edgar Lee Masters, "Captain Orlando Killion" There was only one way to go: through the long passageways of the griffin's domain to the island at the mouth of the cove. The little scrap of glowing parchmen

NoQu 2025 Day 25 Total Words: 41,667 Words Chapter 8: Take Wing and Fly "…be on thy guard against the keen-fanged hounds of Jupiter that never bark, the gryphons… who dwell on the banks of the gold-gushing fount, the stream of Pluto: go not thou nigh to these." —Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound, translated by Theodore Alois Buckley You feel a jerk as you are lifted off the ground by talons, sharp and careful. You freeze and scream. "Oh, be quiet, won't you?" A voice comes from ov

NoQu 2025 Day 20 Total Words: 33,333 Words Chapter 7: A Song in the Surf "In flowery meads the sportive Sirens play, Touch the soft lyre, and tune the vocal lay; Me, me alone, with fetters firmly bound, The gods allow to hear the dangerous sound." —Homer, The Odyssey Book XII, translated by Alexander Pope When you awake, the sheep are gone, and the smell of salt has soaked into the sheep fleece you slept on. You carefully roll it and walk on down the slopes to the rocky beach