Week forty-one – and how did that happen, that we’re this late in the year? – and more prompts to be found. What features do you use to indicate the seasons are changing, and does that include spooky season in addition to weather?
| Sunshine | Plant | Blossom |
| Padre | He didn’t know the rules of the game, but the players seemed to be having fun. | Parrish Baker |
| Parrish Baker | He picked up the bottle from the beach, pulled out the message, and froze–the handwriting was unmistakably his own. | Padre |
| Leigh Kimmel | I thought we had this thing fixed! | Cedar Sanderson |
| Becky Jones | Planet-hopping was a specialty of hers. | Fiona Grey |
| AC Young | The asteroid unexpectedly shattered. | nother Mike |
| Fiona Grey | Things just felt unfinished. | Leigh Kimmel |
| nother Mike | When the gang and the cops let their fight spill into the restaurant kitchen, the head chef wasn’t pleased… | AC Young |
| Cedar Sanderson | Would you like to cancel morning? | Becky Jones |
Miss the prompt? Needed a breather? Want to toss an extra in? Snag a spare!
| Spare | Sometimes they bring out a performance |
| Spare | The audience went wild, jumping up and down, when they started playing. |
| Spare | They frowned on making elf stew in the dormitory kitchen… |
| Spare | She was a bone fide scream queen. |
| Spare | Antelope Central was not the cruise stop they anticipated. |
| Spare | The warning sirens blared. |
See you next week! Don’t forget to post your creations in the comments.
Images rendered by Fiona Grey using Midjourney.
More Odds Than Ends 
“Would you like to cancel morning?”
No. That’s when I get to leave and go home.
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https://urnasemper.substack.com/p/prompt-she-didnt-know-the-rules-of
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This week’s plant has blossomed: https://acyoungauthor.substack.com/p/supersonic-returns
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well done!
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Intriguing possibilities 🙂
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Did a spare one because I needed to do a prompt…
https://urnasemper.substack.com/p/sometimes-they-bring-out-a-performance
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https://professorornery.substack.com/p/morning-breaks
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And now mine’s up on my LiveJournal at https://starshipcat.livejournal.com/1609345.html. It was fun to add a spare to a prompt that was so open-ended I had trouble getting started — and then I had so much Idea that I ran out of time to write everything I wanted to.
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This might be one of my favorites of yours! And apologies for not suggesting enough to work with initially; I’m usually afraid of over-steering the prompts!
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Parrish Baker suggested, “He picked up the bottle from the beach, pulled out the message, and froze–the handwriting was unmistakably his own.”
The jungle spread greenly up from the white sand of the beach. The combination of mangrove and coconut palms near the shore gave way to a thick canopy of hardwood trees that spread further inland.
It was dark and damp in there and Bill didn’t like spending time in there. He had a gone in once and cut a tree to try to make dugout canoe from, but there was something malevolent in the jungle. Something that liked the dark shade beneath the trees and didn’t like him. He preferred to stay out in the sun on the beach anyway.
He sat again in the shade of the coconut tree, taking a quick break before going back to trying to dig out the interior of the log to make his canoe. It would be easier on him once he got the canoe made. He could get off this island, get some fish, maybe. Finally get out of the place where his enemies had marooned him all those months ago.
Bill looked out to sea again. The crystal blue water reflected the sunlight back at the sky as the waves rolled up the shoreline.
Then, far out at first, but slowly drifting closer, he spotted it. A bottle, green glass, it looked like. The first sign of some other human he had encountered since he was deposited on this island by his rebellious crew.
The waves tossed it onto the beach a few feet from where he sat, so he went over to it. He picked up the bottle from the beach, and pulled out the message he found inside, and froze. The handwriting was unmistakably his own…
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Spooky.
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