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Episode 3

Monona Wali

Monona Wali's debut novel, My Blue Skin Lover, won the 2015 Independent Book Publishers Gold award for multicultural fiction. Her stories appear in Folio, Juked, The Los Angeles Review of Books, and the Santa Monica Review. Prior to writing fiction, she was a filmmaker. 


Learn more at mononawali.com.

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  Using the prompt below, write, create or compose from the back of your neck for 11 minutes. Then send in your work as a document or a sound file. I'd love to feature it.

Ep 3 - Writing Prompt

   "  

In 1839, all the world’s truth was written down in a letter and sent out of at sea. People wanted the truth disposed of and sent far away it wouldn’t return. Landlocked countries coordinated with neighboring countries with sea access. They wrote their truth and sent the letters on to those countries where waiting boats lined the shore. People gathered to watch the boats disappear over the horizon. And the boatman watched the letters disintegrate when they hit the water and become fish food. 


A few minutes ago, however, a bottle was spotted behind a hidden wall of a lighthouse. A workman spotted it during a renovation. When he picked it up, the weight indicated its age. He held it up to the light and saw the rolled-up letter inside. The truth letter when he fished it out was written in Sanskrit. Why it was behind a wall in Nova Scotia was anyone’s guess. He unfurled it and held it open and tried to translate it. But it was no use. The letters were meaningless. 


The truth is still there, waiting to be read for the first time. Here’s what it says.

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