Didn't have a great day so I've been putting this off, but I figured I oughta write it now or I'll simply not! (I also wrote and posted a poem on fictionpress and AO3.)
Prompt #2: Contradict yourself. Contronyms are words that are their own antonyms.
Somehow Susan managed to get up, clutching the bundle of letters. The park she was sitting in was empty, and she was glad no one was around to see her makeup smeared, blood-red lipstick half chewed off. She was furious at Peter, so furious that her hands shook and she nearly dropped the bundle.
She wanted to read something that was angry at Peter: if their little make-believe had ever been angry at him. She sorted through letters with eyes blind to everything except his name, and presently found one in Edmund's obsessively neat hand. Putting it on top, she shuffled the bundle more neatly together and began to head for home, determined to read no more without being in the privacy of her own flat, where at least it would only be three curious housemates who might see her reading this make-believe.
My beloved brother, titled the High King and honestly not really acting like one at the moment:
What a go this scheme of yours has been! The Beavers looked quite upset when I said there were no more logs required at this point. If it's Mr Beaver, of all Beasts, who reacts like this, what d'you think the others are going to be like? I was ready to go with you to the ends of the earth, you know, but you needn't make such a song and dance about a special model to be carved, and so much wood to be got for it, if you're then going to scrap most of the plan and stop at hardly any. Do better, Peter. Or find another use for that very fine timber you were asking for.
Lion go with you.
Edmund
Susan folded up the letter with the ghost of a smile on her face. She could almost picture Edmund penning it, quill digging harder into the parchment than was strictly necessary, angry about the slight his brother had unintentionally caused to the Beavers. It was not for nothing that he had been given the title of Just. She wondered if Peter had repented and made things right in their game.
She couldn't quite remember.
Sorry for the excessive shortness. I went with the length that seemed right.