Inspiration strikes – or so goes the phrase. In reality, it’s often an accident. A misheard phrase, the incongruent juxtaposition of the mundane and the fantastical, the giddy laughter that accompanies the experimental. Other times, methodical plotting, planning, and the deliberate attempt at alignment; a work in progress that’s carefully pruned and shaped before blooming into a delightful creation.
Here at more odds than ends, your odd prompts provide a mix of both, even if it’s the mere skeleton of creation, a wisp of a shape still waiting to become something more.
|Cedar Sanderson||the impact could be world-shattering||AC Young|
|Fiona Grey||The house contained an unexpected cat||Cedar Sanderson|
|AC Young||“Today I shall be playing … Nemesis.”||nother Mike|
|nother Mike||There was a railroad spike in her purse.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||A chorus of lovelorn mountain lions||Fiona Grey|
|Spare||The digital Green Man|
|Spare||On [colony planet], the evacuation was not going well.|
|Spare||No-one served for long on the Council of Despair. The Council of Hope had much better retention of its members.|
|Spare||Do you hear what I hear?|
|Spare||It was the witching hour, but that’s not all that came out…|
The creation, the development, the pruning – none possible without the idea. Have at it, odd prompters! We’ll see you in the comments.
Header image by Fiona Grey, Marginal Way, Ogunquit, Maine.