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Thursday, May 31st, 2012 03:12 pm
Drop me a writing prompt. Just because.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:13 pm (UTC)
The smell of hibiscus.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:25 pm (UTC)
Lilacs dripping rain; moisture on a thick woollen scarf.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:29 pm (UTC)
Gregorian chants
Beauty in the dark
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:30 pm (UTC)
...that everyone else thinks needs to be done RIGHT NOW but really, maybe that wouldn't be the wisest choice.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:33 pm (UTC)
Walking beside the desert highway, outside Vegas.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC)
Fireflies rising in a river mist.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:38 pm (UTC)
She kicked the severed tentacle away from the hatch, wiped ichor from her face, and turned toward the bridge...
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC)
As I opened my eyes, the light blazed through the window, unshuttered.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
Really, was there any good reason for her to put the hood back on?
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:52 pm (UTC)
Fingertips the color of flowers, breath(e) the scent of joy.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 07:59 pm (UTC)
This, she said in her mind with firm conotation is the meaning of tender.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC)
The smell of damp earth and wet leaves.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:21 pm (UTC)
We chased it through the darkness, laughing.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:26 pm (UTC)
"And what blessing will you give, daughter?"
"I will give her steel and bone. I will give her circuits of starlight and infinite memory, and I will give her the strength and compassion to endure until the last star goes cold."
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:33 pm (UTC)
Longing for moss and fog
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:39 pm (UTC)
The ancient Myths die hard in this cynical modern era, some harder than others...and a few find a way to survive by adapting.

Certain of the Old Gods have found a place in today's world, and a purpose in life.
Edited 2012-05-31 08:43 pm (UTC)
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:40 pm (UTC)

Do old memories exist somewhere else, merrily interacting?
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 08:55 pm (UTC)
You are here, and yet, you are too far away.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
Then fever hit, and with it, slippery, profound truth.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 09:08 pm (UTC)
"Right now, insane needs to sleep on your couch for a little while."
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 09:10 pm (UTC)
I was told my comment this weekend "I have magic powers on the dance floor" had a story in it. :p
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 09:15 pm (UTC)
A ship appeared out of the fog like a manifesting ghost.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
There are some days I miss combat - today is one of them.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 10:16 pm (UTC)
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make sane.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC)
Too many doors.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 10:38 pm (UTC)
The problems one can have with straight hair.

A cherished flavor.

Music that is red and a voice that is green.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 10:59 pm (UTC)
She was only at the theater because she had to be. Her contract did not cover extradimensional beings, so she ignored him as if nothing strange was happening backstage at all.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 04:30 pm (UTC)
Hey, foxipher--I just finished reading my son the book that has your icon on the cover. He loved it.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 05:05 pm (UTC)
Hee! That's awesome. I really enjoyed it, too.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
I bought it years ago for myself, before I had kids, and I stumbled on it again when looking for The Last Unicorn for my son. He wanted to read "The Old Country" first when he saw the cover.
Thursday, May 31st, 2012 11:46 pm (UTC)
The scent of blood and sandalwood hung heavy in the air and strangely enough my nipple tassels were pointing straight up.
Friday, June 1st, 2012 12:01 am (UTC)
memories of the scent of rosewater, where dreams go to die
Friday, June 1st, 2012 03:33 am (UTC)
She's not following you, you realize—you're following her. And what's worse, you can't stop.
Friday, June 1st, 2012 03:45 am (UTC)
He left his old self in the baggage claim.
Friday, June 1st, 2012 04:04 am (UTC)

"Gods or Monsters, who can tell? Burn a candle, might as well."
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 12:58 am (UTC)
Accept yourself.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 01:37 am (UTC)
That one run, that one asteroid had more gold than all known earthbound reserves and mines. It was more than riches, it was true wealth, with implications in electronics, art, architecture, dentistry, and even water filtration. But nobody saw this as its major effect on humanity.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 06:02 am (UTC)
The other day, on a recommendation from a friend, I stopped at a tiny little store in a tiny little strip mall. The store is staffed by tiny ladies who speak mostly Spanish, and they have about a hundred flavors of popsicles. I picked mango-chile, and it was perfect in every way, but they also had dulce de leche with pecans, cucumber, and hibiscus flower. Write about someone eating an unusually flavored popsicle.
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 04:36 pm (UTC)
An astrologer, nearing retirement, must recalculate his life's work, because of Pluto.

BTW, I love that most of the prompts here are just sensual things like the smell of wet leaves.
Sunday, June 3rd, 2012 04:34 pm (UTC)
An unattended stone basin, the faint rust reds of dried blood at the edges.
Monday, June 4th, 2012 12:39 am (UTC)
Opal
Monday, June 4th, 2012 04:57 am (UTC)
Animated.
Tuesday, June 5th, 2012 05:01 am (UTC)
There was a hedgehog sitting on my windowsill. . .