Like the Ponts des Arts in Paris, weighted down by locks symbolizing couples’ love, we need to release the weight of those emotions before the bridge collapses. Writing is an intimate affair, plumbing emotional depths from tears to laughter. Why not release your emotional lock’s keys into the air, letting them fall with a splash into the water? And from the water emerges art.
After all, on the internet, no one knows you’re an Odd.*
*Except us. But we’re a friendly bunch.
Onto the prompts!
|Cedar Sanderson||You’ve bought an antique high boy dresser. As you are preparing to put it where it belongs, you discover something has fallen down behind the drawers…||Jim and Anne|
|Jim and Anne||As I tried to hurry through my breakfast, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cat door open, and a fat raccoon squeezed through. I didn’t start to worry until the fifth or sixth, but they just kept coming.||nother Mike|
|Fiona Grey||A dragonfly buzzes by your windshield. You blink, and realize those last three letters did not belong.||
|nother Mike||The neighbors were surprised when the new couple started going door to door, asking, “Have you seen our bobcat? He got loose this morning.”||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||Pane of peculiar-looking glass from a ruined monastery reputed to have harboured devil-worship set up in modern house at edge of wild country. Landscape looks vaguely and unplaceably wrong through it. It has some unknown time-distorting quality, and comes from a primal, lost civilisation. Finally, hideous things in other world seen through it.||Fiona Grey|
The visual for Jim and Anne’s prompt:
New? Welcome! Share your writing, art, sculpture, cookies, or what-have-you in the comments (non-wordy art must be a link because it’s WordPress). If you want to join us regularly, submit a prompt by Tuesday night to firstname.lastname@example.org. Too much commitment? Grab a spare prompt below. Submit ideas the same way, but put “spare” in the subject line.
|Spare||Looking through the enchanted glasses, they saw evil green oozing around some people, while others were surrounded by sheaths of white light.|
|Spare||When they used toy plastic human organs for the ritual summoning of a demon, they got…|
|Spare||Why did the gargoyle cross the road?|
|Spare||A story inspired by your favorite recipe (sweet, savory, drink).|
|Spare||Write a short story (flash?) in the form of a recipe, title, ingredients, and instructions. Make it tasty!|
See you in the comments! And please don’t feed real keys to fish, unless that’s what cyborg fish eat.