This week will need to be creative. What do you do with 25 pounds of peaches? What do you do with a whole lot of creative writing prompts?
…what happens when those disparate activities combine, and you make very odd pastry art?
Fortunately, there’s also sharing! Join the odd prompts crew, pull up a chair or a rolling pin, and take a gander through this week’s selection.
Want to trade? Email firstname.lastname@example.org and send in a prompt. That’s it!
|Cedar Sanderson||The golden interior of the red rose glowed and scintillated.||Fiona Grey|
|AC Young||He looked out of the mouth of the cave, saw the rain, and shuddered. He hated flying when it wasn’t dry.||Becky Jones|
|Becky Jones||The puddle winked and glittered in the sunshine. Reflected in the puddle was…||AC Young|
|Fiona Grey||The headbanging accordion player turned out to be…||nother Mike|
|nother Mike||Their romance revolved around sentient cacti with purple polka dots…||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||The night light took the form of a tiny wizard with a glowing staff.||Cedar Sanderson|
Don’t want to trade? It’s cool. You can still have all the prompts. Just put “spare” in the title. Provide inspiration for others! Snag a spare! Double up on a different take on someone else’s! There are no rules.
|Spare||The new intern worried about working the night shift in the emergency room. Then the supernatural patients started showing up…|
|Spare||The new Governor of the Rainforest Region wondered what he’d done that the Dragon Emperor would punish him so.|
|Spare||The gun in the apartment mailbox had clearly been fired.|
|Spare||What kind of person would raise chickens in a weekly apartment?|
|Spare||The cottage was half-hidden behind the pirate ship.|
Nothing catches your fancy this week? We’ve got archives, you know. Lots of ’em. No peaches here; prompts don’t go mushy when they’re old. Ideas are what ripen.
See you in the comments!