Some days, the creativity flows, words pour out, and ideas float into the ether before our fingertips are quick enough to catch them. If writing prompts flitted from writer to writer as pollinating butterflies, what would the results be when snagged with a gentle net by each individual?
And on other days, perhaps less dreamy days, here be prompts. Like fabled monsters of old, perhaps these ideas leap from boulder to mountain, dashing between adventures.
|Cedar Sanderson||Cuddly, but trouble||Fiona Grey|
|Fiona Grey||The aftermath of playing fetch with a fish.||nother Mike|
|nother Mike||There was a demon in the frying pan…||Cedar Sanderson|
|Becky Jones||The bird flew straight through the closed window without harm.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Leigh Kimmel||Department of misread words: read “captress” as “catpress.” What would a cat press be?||Becky Jones|
Forget to send a prompt in, or need something different? Snag a spare!
|Spare||The hive swarmed closer.|
|Spare||An exceptional dream, found fondly by the side of the lane.|
|Spare||There was an alien baby in the hospital nursery|
|Spare||Take me home, cobweb threads, to the spider, waiting there…|
|Spare||Very few humans knew that the founder and main operative of the Bureau of AI Affairs was a Quantum AI…|
Don’t forget to post your creations in the comments, and send in ideas to email@example.com if you want to give it a whirl. Cheers!
Header image by Fiona Grey