As 2020 continues its toddler-like rampage, stomping each foot louder with every passing week, I hope you find comfort in a simple creative challenge. This community has been supportive and amazing – and think how much we’ve all accomplished, in spite of 202o’s disapproving glares and yodeling wails!
So if you’d like to join us, it’s easy and we’re a welcoming bunch. Just send a prompt in via email to firstname.lastname@example.org by Tuesday. Commitment shy or not sure you’ll have time after the daily demands of NaNo, but still want to prompt? Just add “spare” to the subject line. Perhaps you’ll find inspiration here as well, in ways you didn’t expect.
And with that, onto the prompts.
|Cedar Sanderson||Her lungs filled with water, and with one last convulsive gulp, she was sinking… Her gills opened, then.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Fiona Grey||The cat and the tree were the best of friends, if an odd pair. And then, one day, the other lemon dropped.||Becky Jones|
|Nother Mike||Prompt: Walking along the darkened path, he noticed there was something glowing behind the bushes beside the walkway. He leaned over, and saw a red and green glowing something, apparently tied with bright yellow ropes, just as it struggled free… (inspired by a game commercial … feel free to make the critter in the ropes anything you want!)||Fiona Grey|
|Becky Jones||The day started out normally enough. But, when you climbed the stairs up from the subway station, you did not expect to see ____ (whatever/whoever you like) waiting for you. And certainly not wearing the purple hat!||Nother Mike|
|Leigh Kimmel||Man makes appt. with old enemy. Dies—body keeps appt||Cedar Sanderson|
Spare prompts need love – er, ink and attention – too.
|Spare||“To arms!” came the cry, and every man answered the call. They took up positions along the battlefield, faces grim, a robot arm held within each fighter’s desperate, clenching hands.|
|Spare||The clock clicked down to….|
|Spare||The transparent cat|
|Spare||She knew now that the travel posters had been propaganda, and had learned harsh lessons. But sometimes, in wistful and fleeting moments, she wished for what could have been, had the dream been real.|
|Spare: “We don’t have an elephant in the living room. However, the buffalo in the corner might need some attention.”|
|Spare||You stepped across the threshold and knew you were home. But, this isn’t your house.|
|Spare: He flipped the newspaper to the daily horrorscopes, and read his. No! It couldn’t be!|
Stay safe, everybody. See you next week in the comments.
Header image by Fiona Grey; Badlands, South Dakota.