Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Thank you very much! Here is a little something dedicated to you.
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In the realm of words, where stories unfurl,
A figure emerges, a flash fiction hostess, a pearl.
Guardian of craft, with a keen eye for prose,
She welcomes each writer, from novice to those who compose.

As tales are spun in a mere three hundred words or less,
She sorts through narratives, an arbiter of the impress.
For in her realm, brevity is the soul of true art,
And every sentence must carry the weight of a heart.

Oh, Hostess Divine, you're a curator of dreams,
Crafting an arena where each tale brightly gleams.
With the drop of a prompt, you stir the muse’s desire,
Igniting the embers of each dormant writer's fire.

It’s not just a contest, it’s a sacred rite,
A celebration of skill, an epic fight.
As you judge deliberate, tension filling the air,
Writers nervously await, in desks and chairs they despair.

Yet, you guide them gently, offer critique with grace,
And in every interaction, you give encouragement a place.
Win or lose, every writer finds value in the quest,
All because of you, our nurturing hostess, the best.

When accolades are given and winners take their stand,
You're there in the backdrop, a guiding, invisible hand.
You make champions of words, through the limits you impose,
Crafting virtuosos from amateurs, that’s how the story goes.

Oh, Hostess of Flash Fiction, you're a hero unsung,
In the theater of brevity, where quick tales are flung.
To you, this ode is dedicated, with admiration and zest,
For you make each contest a journey, a true writer’s test.