Hey, all, it’s week five! That means we’re rolling into month two of imagination, stories, and becoming a writing community. We’ve rolled past the 21-days-to-develop-a-habit benchmark. Keep it up!
Don’t forget to share the fun. Tell your brother, tell a friend, tell your boss, and definitely tell your cat. Send in ideas for next week to email@example.com.
No minimum word count, no genre expectations, just words on a page, shared with virtual friends. The prompts are below. Missed sending one in this week? Grab a spare prompt and join the creative madness. I mean the fun.
|Becky Jones||You’re an officer on a space ship. Your ship is a first landing on planet Earth. Upon landing with your “away team” you find yourselves in the midst of some weird and frightening (to you) Earth/human activity/ritual/celebration. Humans seem to find it perfectly normal. What did you land in the middle of?||Kat Ross|
|Kat Ross||My sister found her 30 sided die and rolled it for this weeks prompt. It fell on this image.||Cedar Sanderson|
|nother Mike||You hear a strange tap, tap, tapping at your door. When you open the door to see what is out there, there is a doll standing there, arm raised…||Becky Jones|
|Fiona Grey||The STEM toy seemed like a great idea for your son/daughter/friend’s kid/young cousin/etc. Who wouldn’t want to build their own robot? But maybe you should have considered…||nother Mike|
|Leigh Kimmel||Man visits museum of antiquities—asks that it accept a bas-relief he has just made—old and learned curator laughs and says he cannot accept anything so modern. Man says that ‘dreams are older than brooding Egypt or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylonia’ and that he had fashioned the sculpture in his dreams. Curator bids him shew his product, and when he does so curator shews horror. Asks who the man may be. He tells modern name. “No—before that” says curator. Man does not remember except in dreams. Then curator offers high price, but man fears he means to destroy sculpture. Asks fabulous price—curator will consult directors.||B. Durbin|
|B. Durbin||It’s the hundredth day.||Fiona Grey|
|Misha Burnett||You receive a letter from yourself telling you that the last six months of your memory have been erased. Why did you do that?||Leigh Kimmel|
|Cedar Sanderson||The goblins wore pyjamas||Misha Burnett|
Spare prompt (Vakkotaur): The War Dept of the USA ceased to exist by that name in 1947. It is now 2020 (or further along…) and in today’s mail you received a *recently* dated letter from the War Department…
Spare prompt: When you got in the elevator, someone had already punched the bottom button, where no one ever goes. You’re not in a hurry, so you just wait. Then the door opens…
Spare prompt: The newest cell phones hit the market, you grabbed one, and then the recalls and the rumors started. Ghosts, aliens, monsters… something is wrong with the pictures? You laugh, point your new phone camera at the wall of your apartment, and snap a picture. That’s when you see…
Spare prompt: The scribe clutched his stylus, wishing for nothing more than to be a ____ instead. Why?
Spare prompt: Your superpower is a bit annoying, but at least you’ve managed to hide it so far.
Spare prompt: A living cyclops is unearthed in a strip mine in Nevada.
Spare prompt: A security guard in a graveyard is approached by a family of ghouls who offer a bribe for access to the graves. What happens next?
That’s it for prompts – can’t wait to see you in the comments.
Header image by Fiona Grey, Sylvan Lake, South Dakota