Somewhat astonished that it’s week ten already. This year seems as impatient to be over as we are to have it pass. In spite of it all? Create. Make something, and defy entropy! If you’re having trouble getting started, well, that’s what prompts are for.
|AC Young||The Rat-Runner docked at the orbital space station.||Fiona Grey|
|Ray Krawczyk||“My God. It’s full of dogs.”||Becky Jones|
|nother Mike||When the policeman opened the saddlebag on the motorcycle, there was a skull inside…||Cedar Sanderson|
|Fiona Grey||“But I don’t want to get eaten by the tentacle lady.”||AC Young|
|Becky Jones||When the chef said you could travel the world through food, he wasn’t just being poetic. The dishes he produced actually transported you to their country of origin.||Ray Krawczyk|
|Leigh Kimmel||You see the video for a new cover of a song from your teen years. You’re astonished to recognize in it information about something you’re looking for.||nother Mike|
|Cedar Sanderson||At the end of things, there is a beginning||Leigh Kimmel|
If you didn’t send one in, we don’t mind. Pick a spare, and then come back and show us how you’ve defied the winding down of the universe by swimming upstream powered by imagination.
|Spare||They were dropping DDT and spraying LSD|
|Spare||The string quartet played Winter in the midst of spring.|
|Spare||Somebody pushed the old woman in her wheelchair down the stairs…|
|Spare||The first blueberry squall of the season was an event to remember.|
|Spare||Welcome to the Hotel Dasvidanya, such a lonely place…|
|Spare||The funeral really started when they played Pop Goes The Weasel and the coffin lid swung back…|
See you in the comments, where the responses happen, and perhaps we can drown out the sorrows of the world in tales and art.