Encouraging creatives is not a little like herding cats. In other words, the minute you pull out the can opener and start on the tin of tuna, you have performed summon cat and however many can reach you are twined around your ankles in soft supplication. For writers? We’ve got prompts for you. Please don’t bite our ankles.
Want to keep the Odd Prompts going? Play along with us! Send in your prompt to oddprompts at gmail dot com, and if you can’t commit to the weekly challenge (no word count, heck, doesn’t even have to be words, although posting images is tricky) then just put ‘spare’ in the subject line.
|AC Young||The colonists at Colony Base Ares One had been restricted to one (small, non-useful) personal item when they were transported from Earth. Martha had chosen to bring along her ‘Selene vase’ (originally produced to celebrate the first permanent lunar base). This morning her sons had accidently broken it…||Cal Pomes|
|Cal Pomes||Another rosebush had died. In the distance, she could hear soft laughter.||Cedar Sanderson|
|nother Mike||The monster in the kitchen roared, then held the cellphone out. “They want to talk to you.”||nother Mike|
|Becky Jones||The Loch Ness monster broke the water’s surface, looked around, and nodded at me.||AC Young|
|Leigh Kimmel||On a distant world is a single city with people remarkably human, and astonishingly friendly. Yet when asked about their society and history, they give evasive answers.||Becky Jones|
|Cedar Sanderson||He carefully fitted the antique flashbulb, then looked down into the viewfinder. As he drepressed the shutter…||Leigh Kimmel|
Looking for that spark to get your mental image warmed up and purring? Try a spare prompt! They don’t bite. Much.
|Spare||The squirrel in the purse sniffed at the grapes, and shook its head. Then it said, “No, those aren’t really fresh. Try another bunch.”|
|Spare||The purse someone left in the bus stop was full of pictures. Of mythological creatures, like centaurs, taking a sightseeing tour of a nearby locale…|
|Spare||The cat stared at the blank wall. The demon glared back, wishing it would quit looking at it…|
Header image by Fiona Grey, Florida