Who’s up for building a time machine so we can travel to the past and shoot Ben Franklin before he gets the idea for Daylight Savings Time? I mean, between the time change and having to stay up till 3:30 am to finish reading books about evil dwarves, how are we supposed to get any sleep at all? We’ll sleep when we’re dead, I suppose.
In the meantime, we’ll keep reading:
Chris (of Ideophoe)
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
Used to be me
They never tell you that part
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* Help me out with this one, guys; all my life, I’ve seen shoes randomly dropped in the street and on the highway. How do they get there? Is there a whole subculture of people who ride around sticking their feet out the window and frequently forget to tie their laces, or are they really aliens who have crash landed on our planet, disguised as shoes to avoid government kidnapping?