Welcome back to week 36 of Odd Prompts, creative prompts for whatever medium tickles your fancy. If you’re new around these More Odds Than Ends parts, we’re a friendly bunch…if a little odd on occasion.
Here’s how it works: Submit a prompt by Tuesday of each week to firstname.lastname@example.org. You can trade with someone else, or if you add “spare” to the subject line, we’ll know to keep you footloose and fancy free, zero obligation. Submit your entry in the comments, be it a link to yon website, a full story posted down below, a musical entry, or an artistic endeavor of another nature (sorry, WordPress doesn’t like images in comments, but links work).
I’d like to point out, baked goods are perfectly acceptable submissions for hungry creative folk. What’s that? Get on with the prompts? Fine, fine. That’s what we’re here for.
|Anne Guglik||The sun was red, peeking through the drifting smoke and ash-laden air. I stared up at it, wondering what to do next. This changed everything.||
|Fiona Grey||Visual prompt (see “St Malo” photo below): Tell the story of this ruined castle.||nother Mike|
|Cedar Sanderson||The very friendly tabby cat twined around her ankles just as the dragon opened his mouth.||Anne Guglik|
|Becky Jones||Your cat walks in the door, proudly carrying his captive. On closer inspection you realize there is one pissed off fairy hanging from the cat’s mouth.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||The dreams of one man actually create a strange half-mad world of quasimaterial substance in another dimension. Another man, also a dreamer, blunders into this world in a dream. What he finds. Intelligence of denizens. Their dependence on the first dreamer. What happens at his death.||Fiona Grey|
|nother Mike||The newly dead spirits held a lottery, and he/she won a day to return and walk among the living. Tell us about that day…||Becky Jones|
This week’s visual prompts:
Last but certainly not least, our inspirational prompts that haven’t yet found their forever homes. They’re just as cuddly and sharp-toothed as puppies, and just as likely to follow you home in hopes you’ll keep it around for a while.
|Spare||The mouths yawned open, begging to be fed, while distant minions worked at hurried speed|
|Spare||“So there I was, on the dark web, and you know I couldn’t resist the chance to rent a berserker…”|
|Spare||The stew tasted odd today. S/he squinted, and saw in the wooden bowl’s depths…|
|Spare||There was a giant robot trampling the middle of town. Otherwise, it was an ordinary Sunday afternoon.|
|Spare||He got a head at the grocery today. He hadn’t planned to, but those blue eyes, that boyish smile, and the dimples… he just had to get it. Now what was he going to do with it?|
See you in the comments, and keep the creativity flowing!
Header image Fiona Grey, bricks at Carillon Historical Park.