Finally, the end of the week and time for a couple of new prompts to inspire you. I hope everyone got in their Anthology entries, as the deadline was yesterday and it is now closed to new entries. If you had thought about doing an anthology, but wasn't able to, maybe you have a holiday themed story for the Secret Santa Christmas Contest. The deadline for that is December 15th. There are some great prizes for the top three stories, just make sure to read the rules thoroughly. Now, let's see what we have for prompts this week.

Prompt 464 - Creative
Tag -First Line
"When are they due to arrive?"

Prompt 465 - Creative
Tag - The Storm
Everyone is due to spend their vacation at the cabin you rented. Soon after arriving, a storm comes through the area cutting you off from civilization. Trapped, people reveal who they really are. Is this good or bad?

Poetry Prompt #16
Write one Carol suitable for the month of December. It can be a Nature-inspired song, or one based on any of the many holidays in the 12^th month: Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Milad un Nabi, Christmas, Boxing Day, Kwanzaa, New Year's Eve, or even Festivus (for the rest of us). Have fun, but provide a lyric set of stanzas (I'd say about 4 or 5) and a refrain. Use any metre or rhyme scheme you feel is best. You can read more about this type of prompt here.

I hope you enjoy the prompt responses that members have completed in the last week. (You can read/review the complete response at the link listing which prompt was used)

Doctor Oger - Prompt #460

"Who invited you?"

 

"Magister Braegan," said Teague.

 

The fat man with the dried scales all over his face consulted his little leatherbound folder, then nodded. "And you?" he asked Kjeld, who was standing a little behind Teague.

 

"He's with me," said Teague.

 

"This isn't a dinner party. You can't just bring a plus one to a demonstration," said the scaly man. Kjeld looked at Teague and started fidgeting with his sleeves. Teague's gaze stayed fixed on the man's. In fact, his dry, level expression never changed and he only quirked a brow. The man looked to the side and let out an irritated breath, then waved them both through. Teague walked past him with his expressionless face and Kjeld followed him nervously.

Craftingmom - Tanka Poem

The Fog
( a Tanka poem)

 

Cold air in my lungs
Rocks slipping under my feet.
I heave to the top.
Misty fog fills the valley,
A home for my battered soul.

Timothy M - Prompt #429

“Go take a shower, while I make you something to eat.” My mom shook her head fondly and gave me a push. She’d found me staring at my closet as I was trying to work out what to wear, but getting distracted by thoughts of Eric, and of Rob’s crazy schemes.

 

“Ehm, I’m not really hungry, Mom.” My stomach was all in knots.

 

“I’ll make pancakes.”

 

“Pancakes? Do you have time for that?” She normally left at seven.

 

“I don’t have to be in the office until ten, today.” Translation: she could have slept in this morning, but never mentioned it last night. I’d asked her to wake me at 6:15 just to make sure I didn’t oversleep. Yeah right, I’d been awake before the alarm clock went off at six.