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Prompt 210:
As if things didn't go wrong normally, you were killed accidentally this morning when a bus driver swerved on a wet road to avoid a kitten and plowed right into the coffee shop where you were waiting to get your morning coffee. Instead of a trip to heaven or hell, you are met and told you are actually going to work as grim reaper. What is your first day on the job like?

Prompt 211:
You just won an all access pass to see your favorite singer. Who is it and what is it like?

For our feature, we are showcasing a piece inspired in part off Prompt 208 from last week by Mann Rambling. This was his first stab at using prompts and it seems like he got some pretty good inspiration!

Erron looked down at the synthesized protein masquerading as eggs on his plate. How this diner could justify serving this travesty was beyond him. Even the smell was wrong. He picked at it with his utensil and promptly set it on the table. There was no way he was eating this. The triangle of toast was passable, at least they had real bread. It wasn’t helping though because his nerves were so on edge.

 

This diner in the spaceport was close to the Santa Claus’s landing bay. It was really the only reason he chose it. It certainly wasn’t for the four star cuisine. At least he could see the anti-grav palette that held the crates with all his worldly possessions from his seat. Erron had packed immediately upon returning to his room and simply couldn’t sleep. The whole task had been sadly faster than he would have liked to admit. Now he had time to burn before he was expected. He didn’t want to seem too eager.

 

Captain Danverse told him he would be meeting with his Security Chief for his indoctrination. There was a ship tour, procedures to go over and a work contract to sign. Two years off planet wasn’t that long really. From what he’d researched, most crew members extended their contracts multiple times, so the Santa Claus couldn't be that bad. On the plus side, he’d be allowed to cook for others again. That would make up for most shortcomings. Erron felt fairly confident he was doing the right thing. Fairly.

This is just the beginning of his prompt response and there's quite a bit more to read in the story before this was used in a later chapter. Check it out from the beginning here, The Luxorian Fugitive.