Spring’s in the air in the northern hemisphere, and with it, tricksy winds and cold. Second winter is a false promise, and can’t fight the light making its way back into the world.
Words are like that light, escaping whether we want the seasons to change or not.
So with that, on with the prompts! Want to jump in? Trade a prompt with another person (email to firstname.lastname@example.org), or send in a spare (add “spare” to the subject line. Prompts are up for grabs. It’s that easy!
|nother Mike||When we lowered a bucket into the well, something grabbed the rope and pulled…||Cedar Sanderson|
|Fiona Grey||She closed her eyes, and saw nothing but sparkles.||nother Mike|
|Cedar Sanderson||That wasn’t sand, falling through the hourglass…||AC Young|
|AC Young||The elves were gathering for the once-a-century Great Elven Feast. Representatives from all across the known world were greeting each other||Becky Jones|
|Becky Jones||The big dog galumphed over to you. As you are giving her the well-deserved ear scritches, you see what’s hanging from her collar…||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||On the wall is an old-fashioned photograph of a little girl in a red jacket. You look closer and realize that the girl is wearing modern sneakers.||Fiona Grey|
And here are your spares, wiggling their way into the world like those tentative plant leaves poking above half-frozen soil. Show ’em some love.
|Spare||The fireflies swarmed ahead, a river of living light leading onwards…|
|Spare||They left a cell phone in his coffin as a joke, and then he started making calls…|
|Spare||The hawk watched with an intense gaze, waiting for…|
|Spare||“Stays crunchy in gasoline!”|
|Spare||“Wait. We’re on a mission from Satan?!”|
Add your creative offerings to the comments, in link or written form. See you there!