It might remain the thirteenth month of 2020 in some ways, but according to the Interweb, we’ve made it past “quitters’ day.” That’s the day when people are most likely to give up on New Year’s resolutions. If you’ve made it this far in your creative journey, success and felicitations!
Besides, we could use all the distractions we can get. So let’s get to the prompts. First up, our direct trades. Interested in joining? Email firstname.lastname@example.org and submit your offering, easy peasy.
|Misha Burnett||You encounter a vendor at a flea market who is selling old toys and household goods. Everything on the table for sale is something that you once owned.||AC Young|
|Fiona Grey||“I’m telling you, that elf is stalking me!”||Cedar Sanderson|
|nother Mike||They were picking skulls out of the yard when they found it.||Leigh Kimmel|
|AC Young||The wizard found himself trapped in the tigers’ cage.||Fiona Grey|
|Cedar Sanderson||The man in the skull mask slowly held up his gun, and his other hand, empty. Then he dropped the gun…||Kat Ross|
|Leigh Kimmel||Three hats for three lions||Becky Jones|
|Becky Jones||Um…no, I wouldn’t push that button if I were you. The gorgon doesn’t like it.||nother Mike|
|Kat Ross||Private Investigator is hired by a wealthy family to find their daughter, whose arranged marriage to a man of comparable wealth and position is pending. Is it kidnapping or did she runaway? [“borrowed” from Whatdunits, edited by Mike Resnick]||Misha Burnett|
Forget to send one in? Want to play but have more choices? Welcome to the spare prompts section, created with you in mind. Send prompts in to the same address as above, but put “spare” in the subject line. Check out this week’s below.
|Spare||I was waiting for her, but she never came out again. What did come out was….|
|Spare||Everything looked enthusiastic and sprightly this spring, except the people. Probably because of that caffeinated rain.|
|Spare||The headset dropped over his eyes. A burst of static and color made him wince. When he opened his eyes, he saw…|
|Spare||The psychic called me on my private line, told me my credit card number, and then asked me if I really wanted to know my fortune or not…|
|Spare||The vampires started to run through the bank of fog. Then they realized it was generated by a machine loaded with holy water…|
Share your work or links to creations – prose or verse, watercolor or digital, baked goods or symphonic melodies – in the comments. Until next week, cheers! …and stay sane, everybody.