Groundhog Day in the United States, where a tiny* critter predicts whether winter will end sooner or later based upon whether or not he’s scared of his own shadow. Oh, joy. More winter, if you believe in such things! And to lean in the direction of the movie by the same name, things have been feeling repetitive in ways we all hoped to forget after 2020 ended.
So let this be the start of new things, instead. The opportunity to do more things and stretch our creative wings collectively is upon us again this week. Prompting does help jar loose the “what-if?” possibilities for the ideas we never considered.
Getting on with it! Here are your direct trades. Email a prompt idea into firstname.lastname@example.org, and get added into a direct trade pairing.
|Cedar Sanderson||Double the garlic, and triple the paprika! Oh, maybe that would work…||AC Young|
|Fiona Grey||Technology + fairy tales = ?||nother Mike|
|AC Young||The hiker had wandered for hours in the forest, and was well and truly lost. She/he suddenly entered a clearing – a perfect circle of green grass amidst the trees. A few seconds later a centaur entered the clearing from the opposite direction.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Becky Jones||Standing at the back door gazing at the snow-covered lumps of furniture and grill on the deck. Then you realize that two of those lumps shouldn’t be there. What is buried under the snow?||Fiona Grey|
|Leigh Kimmel||While visiting a distant city, you make a wrong turn and discover a store or restaurant you remember fondly from childhood. Although you know the company went out of business years ago, the lights are on and there are people inside, just like you remember…||Becky Jones|
|nother Mike||The stone dogs beside the steps of the brownstone had blood on their teeth…||Cedar Sanderson|
And here are your spares, open to all and sundry. Forgot to add one? Don’t like your assigned prompt this week? Grab a spare and join in. We’re pretty mellow here, and just want to read fun stories and see pretty art.
|Spare||Say there’s a werewolf, who bites a man, who bites… What’s the math until it’s werewolves all the way down?|
|Spare||Cattle are peacefully wandering inside the local grocery store, baskets precariously balanced from horns.|
|Spare||These are the missions that Jim Phelps chose not to accept…|
|Spare||No one expected the spammers to start using their powers for good…|
That’s all for now – see you as the comments fill up!
*Where I come from, groundhogs get to ridiculous sizes.
Header image Fiona Grey, Quiet Harmony Ranch, New Paris, OH.