How did we get to week seventeen already? A blink, and hours pass like nanoseconds. So let’s get on with it – time’s a-wasting.
Don’t forget to send in your prompts! Email firstname.lastname@example.org, and if you’re not up for a trade, put “spare” in the subject line. Add one, take one, trade one – or choose at random, and give it a whirl.
|AC Young||The bright red hummingbird drank nectar from a blue flower.||nother Mike|
|nother Mike||The envelope had a yellow polka dot bikini in it…||AC Young|
|Fiona Grey||“What land o’ Faerie have we here?”||Leigh Kimmel|
|Becky Jones||The space station was always bustling this time of year.||Fiona Grey|
|Leigh Kimmel||The long gray double ribbon of highway stretches out before you — and ties itself into a knot||Cedar Sanderson|
|Cedar Sanderson||The brassy alarm shook him||Becky Jones|
|Spare||Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the wisest of them all?|
|Spare||Sweet dreams are made of cheese…|
|Spare||At tunnel’s end came unexpected surprises.|
|Spare||If when, and where, and which – then we’d see there, and find, and fix. Oh! To be between, and ne’er to see the difference.|
|Spare||“How can we be a ‘lost colony’?” she exclaimed. “We’re right here!”|
Come back and see what happens as responses trickle in. Will our writers make it before the week’s countdown clock stops? Find out next week as the challenge continues!
(Just kidding. No penalty for late responses. Unless you want to buy the next round, in which case, that’s totally the penalty.)
Header image by Fiona Grey, Cactus Tree.