Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #17! Thanks so much for contributing so much to our storytelling space! Writing... listening... showing up in so many ways! We appreciate you! And we hope you spread the love! And of course here is our POAP poem for the week! 🎪 Dead Men Don’t, But Ghosts Sure Do 🎵 Step right up, don’t be afraid, The ghosts are out... the debts are paid! The book’s wide open, the ink still bleeds, Whispering all their wicked deeds. They said, “Dead men tell no tales!”...ha! wrong! These spirits hum a carnival song. They twirl through pages, rattle and rhyme, Spilling secrets lost to time. One ghost giggles, one takes notes, Another steals your haunted quotes! Their laughter’s stitched with candle flame, Each verse a dare, each rhyme a game. So mind your words, the mirror warns true, For what you say might answer you. And once the ghosts have had their fun... The story’s told… but never done. 🎠👻

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #15 in the series! Thanks so much for being such a devoted listener and our secret sauce! You make every storytelling space that much more special by you being here! Please keep bringing the smiles! Enjoy this short poem! The Secret Is in the Sauce They said the wall was talking, But only late at night... When Emile crept close with flashlight glow And caught the letters bright. “The secret is in the sauce,” it read, In paint that shimmered gold, And every drop of mystery Was spicy, slick, and bold. He found a pizza by the bricks, Still warm, still full of schemes... Each slice a clue, each bite a door That opened into dreams. Some secrets hide in shadows, Some in laughter’s toss... But those who seek with hungry hearts Will always find the sauce.

Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #14 Celebrating our first progressive storytelling space! We hope you enjoyed hearing everyone share their creative talents from the many wonderful communities we have touched! We look forward to having more of these spaces! Thanks for listening and participating! We love all of you! And of course there is always a poem.... ✨ The Fortune Teller’s Whisper ✨ Beneath the canvas, stitched in night, Where lanterns hum with secret light, A crystal ball begins to glow, Revealing paths you may not know. The fortune teller’s eyes are deep, She stirs the silence ghosts still keep. Her voice a thread, both soft and sly: “One truth will ground you, one will fly.” The ball shows storms, the ball shows flame, It whispers softly, calls your name. Yet every image, twist, and bend, Is but a door...you choose the end. For fate’s not chains, but swirling streams, It bends to those who dare to dream. So take the riddle, guard it well... The choice is yours, the fortune’s spell.

Congratulations! You have just minted lucky POAP #13 in the Myth Taken series for being such a great listener! Your support is appreciated by us so much! Thank you for being so awesome! Enjoy the art and the poem too! The Carnival That Found Me 🎡✨ When daylight fades and shadows fall, The carnival whispers, it beckons us all. Lanterns ignite with a flicker and flare, Painting the night with colors rare. The air is sugared, spun with delight, Popcorn and candied apples in sight. Smoke from the grills, a cinnamon breeze, The perfume of wonder drifts through the trees. Laughter rolls where the midway bends, Each corner a secret the twilight defends. The Ferris wheel hums, the calliope sings, And time itself dances on painted swings. Why do we love it, why do we stay? Because the carnival steals the gray. In every light, in every sound, A piece of lost childhood is suddenly found. So let the gates open, let mystery start, The carnival waits in the dark of the heart. It finds you wandering, it knows your name... And nothing you see will ever be the same.

Congratulations! You have scored #12 in our Myth Taken POAP series! This means you have joined the most awesome posse of listeners and storytellers out there! Your support and participation inspires us to no end! Tell your friends and bring them along for the fun! This week we were inspired by the Shade Haven ghosts! And so is the poem! Enjoy! Wandering into Strange Places Step past the stones, where the pathways twist, Into a fog the moonlight kissed. The portal hums, the shadows call, Adventure waits beyond the wall. The ghosts of Shade Haven drift in parade, Whispering secrets, throwing shade. But their jest is kind, their mischief light, They guide you gently through the night. Each door you find may lead somewhere new... A carnival strange, or a sky turned blue, A library of whispers, a garden of flame, Worlds with no maps, yet each has a name. So wander on, let your courage sing, For who knows what the night may bring? Through portals of wonder, both far and near, Your imagination’s the key to get here.