Welcome back to a land of pure imagination. We’re here to coax our fickle muses, that is, our own brains, personified with a pinch of whimsy and malice, into giving us what we want. What do we want? Where do we want to go? If you haven’t got a destination, it’s difficult to plot your journey to the endpoint.
| Origin | Reservation | Destination |
| Fiona Grey | The new travel system kept spitting out errors. And tribbles. And… | Cedar Sanderson |
| Padre | “Plans within plans, plots within plots…” | Leigh Kimmel |
| Becky Jones | The clowder of cats stalked down the sidewalk. | nother Mike |
| Leigh Kimmel | Well, that was unexpected. | Fiona Grey |
| nother Mike | Elephants in zero-g are… surprising! | Padre |
| Cedar Sanderson | She traded with magpies | Becky Jones |
Of course, if you are just now realizing you need a ticket to the magical wonders of imagination, there is always a spare prompt. Or two. Feel free! it’s on us! Just make sure you come back and tell us all about where you went with it.
| Spare | Ginger lingered on her tongue, spicy and vaguely annoying. |
| Spare | He reached up and caught the arrow. |
| Spare | According to the advert, parents were from Earth, children from Mars. |
| Spare | …except the grass was purple. |
| Spare | The witches stirred the pot, and out jumped… |
| Spare | When the UN called for a terraforming project on Venus, they were surprised at how many people wanted to do it! |
No limits, it can be prose, fiction, essay, art, in any medium you like. Show your muse who’s boss, and set out to bring the prompt to life. You never know what you can do, once you’ve trained your brain to produce on command!
More Odds Than Ends 
[…] week at More Odds Than Ends I got She traded with magpies from Cedar Sanderson. My prompt went to ‘nother Mike. Head on […]
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yay, more Rocky raccoon! Now with magpies….
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Becky Jones let the cats out of the bag with…
The clowder of cats stalked down the sidewalk.
[and my twisted back brain served up…]
The pack of werewolves watched from behind nearby bushes. What were the cats up to now?
That’s when the coven of witches appeared in the street crossing, surrounding a blazing fire with a large pot hanging over it. Whatever was in the pot bubbled and boiled, sending out a stinking miasma of fear.
The witches looked at the clowder stalking along the sidewalk and started smiling.
“Well met, yon clowder! Is the hurly burly done? Are the battles lost and won?”
That’s when the cats screeched and ran, skit skating up the road, and around the witches, widdershins!
and the pack roared, as the witches twirled![I have no idea where this is going, but it certainly seems energetic!]
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Visualizing a very intriguing whirlwind!
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[…] This week’s prompt was from Leigh Kimmel, exploring the unexpected, while my challenge to Cedar Sanderson suggested a travel system gone wrong. Check out more or play along over at MOTE! […]
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‘nother Mike proposed, “Elephants in zero-g are… surprising!”
A bit short, but entertaining.
“I blame you for this.”
“Me? How is this my fault? It was your idea in the first place.”
John looked across the open atrium in the orbital hotel at the assembled pachyderms and sighed. “It was my idea to uplift them, yes. And it was a great idea. It still is. Their mass makes them perfect as stevedores and grunt workers up here in space. And with their native intelligence and memory, it wasn’t much of an uplift.”
“The elephants have mass? I didn’t know they were catholic. Have they managed to get one of their own ordained as a priest?”
John gave Sarah a dark look, then realized that she was serious. “No. They have mass. It’s a scientific term, not a religious one. It’s related to how much matter they have which relates to how much they can push around. Having more mass is an advantage up here in zero gravity.”
“Well, you still haven’t explained how this is my fault.”
John sighed and gestured towards the line of grey pachyderm flesh along the floor as the music began to swell and they began to rise into the air, pirouetting and spinning with a surprising amount of grace for creatures of that size.
“You are the one who introduced them to zero-g ballet. This entire performance is all on you.”
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oh, elephants on parade, and doing ballet! Applause!
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Like the hippos in Fantasia….
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And now my effort is up on my LiveJournal at https://starshipcat.livejournal.com/1496856.html . It’s interesting to get yet another piece of <i>The Steel Breeds True</i>, especially as I’m realizing more and more that certain parts of it were badly rushed in the 2001-02 version, and need a lot more development.
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Oh, hey! I can do images in comments! And this is what MidJourney gave me for this week’s prompt. A disappointing lack of tribbles.
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