Welcome back to another week of prompts. You can write, make art, compose music… anything you like, just choose a prompt if you didn’t send one in for the challenge, and leave us a link in the comments to what you did with it. It’s all good. I mean that, doesn’t matter what you think of your creation, the fact that you did it? It’s good.
|Sender||Smoke Signal||To Whom it May Concern|
|Fiona Grey||A laugh like a drunken llama||Becky Jones|
|nother Mike||In the middle of the bush, a golden bird stood and sang…||Leigh Kimmel|
|AC Young||“Let the Blue Hippocampus fly!”||Padre|
|Padre||The waves rolled slowly up the beach||Fiona Grey|
|Becky Jones||The clouds danced in the meadow.||Cedar Sanderson|
|Leigh Kimmel||As twilight gives way to night, the full moon rises — and the road ahead of you rises to meet it.||nother Mike|
|Cedar Sanderson||The sharp grin of the unicorn betrayed him||AC Young|
And if you hadn’t thrown your hat over the fire to send out a smoke signal, there’s always the spare prompts. No one here is judging anyone, so join in with the odds. There are more of us than there are finished projects where we could write ‘the end’ on them.
|Spare||How can you trust him?|
|Spare||Red dragons dislike both red and white roses.|
|Spare||The robot revolution was more like the tide, slowly but surely rising…|
|Spare||Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but keep playing, the fun is in the game.|
|Spare||I’d like to teach the world to sing…|
See you in the comments, and remember, prompts come around every Wednesday morning!
(Header image is generated from MidJourney using last week’s prompt of ‘When the boy fell into the cave he looked up and saw’ to give an example of what happens when you let an artificial intelligence play along)