"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
When you first apply to join the forum, you will have to wait a while to be approved. Just be patient.
Once you are a member, don't forget to check the calendar(s) for session times. Sessions are held on different platforms, so be sure to find out where the session will take place:-
Here, I came with a new English challenge called the Mad Libs Challenge. Mad Libs is the world's largest word game. A collection of incomplete senses. All we have to do is to fill in the blanks with certain parts of speech. So, here, I shall provide you a list of parts of speech you have to fill in and after that I'll have to write the whole story with your provided parts of speech.