You win the lottery, $27 million. There's just one tiny, little itsy bitsy string attached...
What is it? What string would get in the way between you and $27 million? Everyone has a deal breaker.
Your Whale Song
You're on a leaking boat in the middle of the ocean. We won't go into the details of how you ended up there, it's just another annoying story about an insurance scam gone wrong. So there you are, slowly sinking. The waves are nice. Getting kind of big. Even knowing you're likely to drown you can sit back and enjoy the majesty and power of the waves as they carry you to your doom.
You notice a sparkle of metal at the bottom of the boat, under the water. It's a flute. Deciding you're not doing much else you begin to play. Takes a bit for the water to blow out before it makes any musical sound. But, it keeps your hands busy for awhile.
Whales begin to surround you. Just one at first. As you keep playing (lets be honest, it's more like flute noise than flute music, you never learned how to play the flute) more whales show up. Soon they are actually holding your boat on their backs, out of the water. You're not sinking and the water is even draining out now instead of in. You keep playing, thinking that as long as the whales hang around you can at least enjoy a little more time to feel the spray of the ocean on your face. Likely they'll get tired of listening to you and wander off eventually.
They don't. Those lovely whales actually drop your boat off on the shore. Up the beach you can see a hotel. The sign even seems to be in English. What last flute song do you play to thank the whales before you pick up your water logged purse and run up the beach?
You notice a sparkle of metal at the bottom of the boat, under the water. It's a flute. Deciding you're not doing much else you begin to play. Takes a bit for the water to blow out before it makes any musical sound. But, it keeps your hands busy for awhile.
Whales begin to surround you. Just one at first. As you keep playing (lets be honest, it's more like flute noise than flute music, you never learned how to play the flute) more whales show up. Soon they are actually holding your boat on their backs, out of the water. You're not sinking and the water is even draining out now instead of in. You keep playing, thinking that as long as the whales hang around you can at least enjoy a little more time to feel the spray of the ocean on your face. Likely they'll get tired of listening to you and wander off eventually.
They don't. Those lovely whales actually drop your boat off on the shore. Up the beach you can see a hotel. The sign even seems to be in English. What last flute song do you play to thank the whales before you pick up your water logged purse and run up the beach?
Compromising Too Much for a Mister
Write your Mr. Right list. We've all done that at least once. Usually we say things like: intelligent, sense of humour, good spelling, good hygenie, able to dress himself, does not drool or drag knuckles in public, tallish, somewhat romantic/ brings a flower on your birthday, does not collect something gross like his toenail clippings, is not late without calling you, uses his best manners and polite conversation at dinner with your family, able to do home repairs/ fix cars/ fix your computer/ or at least open tightly stuck jar lids and squish bugs.
Now write your Mr. Wrong list. You may have done that one. To get you started I'd say: does not like children or animals, has said the c-word in your hearing, makes awful jokes about fat people or other stereotyped people who are easy targets, rude to customer service type people, poor table manners, idea of good sex is grabbing your boobs before he falls asleep, does not listen to you, letting you do his laundry is his idea of romance, and kissing with a mouthful of spit.
Now, for something different... combine your Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong to make one guy. If your list for each of them has ten points pick 5 from each list and create a character, call him Mr. Maybe. Would you date him? Would you sleep with him? How much do you miss being part of a couple? How low will you go?
Now, add to the Mr. Maybe situation the fact that you fell in love with him. I don't know why. I'm not sticking my nose into your personal life... well, not too much. How many of Mr. Maybe's flaws could you overlook if you were in love. How many excuses would you make for him? How much compromising will you do to make it work?
Keep in mind, it's really easy to say no here, on paper. Things are different in the real world when you're still single or single and again and not liking it all that much, all the time.
Now write your Mr. Wrong list. You may have done that one. To get you started I'd say: does not like children or animals, has said the c-word in your hearing, makes awful jokes about fat people or other stereotyped people who are easy targets, rude to customer service type people, poor table manners, idea of good sex is grabbing your boobs before he falls asleep, does not listen to you, letting you do his laundry is his idea of romance, and kissing with a mouthful of spit.
Now, for something different... combine your Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong to make one guy. If your list for each of them has ten points pick 5 from each list and create a character, call him Mr. Maybe. Would you date him? Would you sleep with him? How much do you miss being part of a couple? How low will you go?
Now, add to the Mr. Maybe situation the fact that you fell in love with him. I don't know why. I'm not sticking my nose into your personal life... well, not too much. How many of Mr. Maybe's flaws could you overlook if you were in love. How many excuses would you make for him? How much compromising will you do to make it work?
Keep in mind, it's really easy to say no here, on paper. Things are different in the real world when you're still single or single and again and not liking it all that much, all the time.
Birdsong Can Make you Do Bad Things
You've been asked to look after a really annoying, high pitched, singing bird for a week. The elderly couple pretty much begged you to do it and you, being the nice sap you are, said you would do it. The problem is, that tiny yellow bird is screeching opera at you day and night. It's pitch is so high you are sure your ear drums have burst and you put away all your breakables after Aunt Emily's fancy champagne glasses shattered. Damn bird! You really liked those glasses.
So, what do you do with the bird? There is the option of accidentally having it escape. There is the option of making a really nice recipe for pigeon pie which you found on the Internet. Or, you could see if any pet store will take it to sell to someone else. Or, if you can't see yourself doing anything that purely evil, you will just be stuck with the bird another 5 days. Assuming that old couple actually do want the bird back enough to reclaim it when they return home. You've begun to wonder if this isn't their way to just get rid of that operatic nightmare, pawning it off on someone else and then claiming it never was their bird... you can see how that plan would work out well.
Which plan works for you?
So, what do you do with the bird? There is the option of accidentally having it escape. There is the option of making a really nice recipe for pigeon pie which you found on the Internet. Or, you could see if any pet store will take it to sell to someone else. Or, if you can't see yourself doing anything that purely evil, you will just be stuck with the bird another 5 days. Assuming that old couple actually do want the bird back enough to reclaim it when they return home. You've begun to wonder if this isn't their way to just get rid of that operatic nightmare, pawning it off on someone else and then claiming it never was their bird... you can see how that plan would work out well.
Which plan works for you?
Keeping a Lid on It
You have the ability to remove the top of your head. Of course, this is kind of fun when it comes to scaring children (and most adults). But what is it really useful for? Why do people, like yourself, get these odd kind of skills if they don't have some kind of real purpose?
Why don't you remove the top of your head awhile and think about it... give your brain some air and more room to move around in there.
Why don't you remove the top of your head awhile and think about it... give your brain some air and more room to move around in there.
Dragon Riding for Wimps
Your best friend has just been turned into a dragon by a fairy in a bad mood. Those fairies can be really bitchy when they get into a bad mood. Your friend, Alice, thinks you should have some fun while she's a dragon. Seems the least you can do is tag along. But you never did well in the Dragon Riding classes you took in high school. Do you ask her to wear the rider safety harness or would that make you seem like too much of a wimp? Beyond that, assuming you get up there, how does the ride go and where do you end up?
Spooky, Creepy and Mysterious Foggy Night
The fog is making it a creepy night. You feel the skin on the back of your neck crawl, as if something is watching you, hiding in the thick fog. Mysterious things have been known to happen on a spooky night like this.
You pretend you're starring in a thriller movie. Peeking around each corner, looking over your shoulder, soft and shallow breathing... at any moment, just around the next street... could be...
Something that reaches out and grabs you!
It has big clawed fingers that really are not sweater friendly. That really hurts! What does it want and how do you finally manage to get away, if you ever do get away at all?
You pretend you're starring in a thriller movie. Peeking around each corner, looking over your shoulder, soft and shallow breathing... at any moment, just around the next street... could be...
Something that reaches out and grabs you!
It has big clawed fingers that really are not sweater friendly. That really hurts! What does it want and how do you finally manage to get away, if you ever do get away at all?
It IS Nice to Scare Small Children, Sometimes
Today the idea came from Condo Blues.
It's not that you're the Evil StepWitch (or whoever she was) from Handsel and Gretel and the candy house. You're just someone who enjoys her garden. You spend time, energy and hard earned cash on having a delightful garden which lets you have the odd lazy day to just enjoy... until you spot a weed you missed.
Anyway, it is only right that neighbours and their offspring should respect your space and your belongings. What is your best idea for scaring children (especially those who get too curious, destructive or just take it upon themselves to nibble at your candy house) out of your garden? Think about it... get creative. Go to Condo Blues for inspiration.
It's not that you're the Evil StepWitch (or whoever she was) from Handsel and Gretel and the candy house. You're just someone who enjoys her garden. You spend time, energy and hard earned cash on having a delightful garden which lets you have the odd lazy day to just enjoy... until you spot a weed you missed.
Anyway, it is only right that neighbours and their offspring should respect your space and your belongings. What is your best idea for scaring children (especially those who get too curious, destructive or just take it upon themselves to nibble at your candy house) out of your garden? Think about it... get creative. Go to Condo Blues for inspiration.
Something Fishy Going On...
You're a guest on a huge yacht. There's a big party, some movie cast and promotion thing. You were invited cause you were dating a set designer. He dumped you at the party so you're not having a great night. You have a little more wine and chocolate than you usually would.
A storm picks up. The ocean gets rough and the yacht turns around to head back. Somehow you end up going overboard. No one notices your waving arms, your calls for help and your sinking below the waves.
You wake up in an underwater cave of some kind. There's a guy in there, he has a fish tail. Kind of cute if you don't focus on the scales. What happens next?
A storm picks up. The ocean gets rough and the yacht turns around to head back. Somehow you end up going overboard. No one notices your waving arms, your calls for help and your sinking below the waves.
You wake up in an underwater cave of some kind. There's a guy in there, he has a fish tail. Kind of cute if you don't focus on the scales. What happens next?
Camp Never Ever Land
You're inventing a new kind of camp, summer camp. Not just a mild mannered day camp. No, this is camp for kids who weren't on Santa's good list.
Of course, it can't be too evil. They are just kids after all. They could be put to work... making money to help fund the camp and whatever activities you might have. They could be just stuck away in a large closet, out of sight... out of mind.
Some parents think their children are absolute darlings and some will sue everyone if their child is bitten by a mosquito. Others are terrorized by their own brats in their own home and are looking forward to shipping the kid off. It's a lot to deal with in your plans for creating a summer camp. But, on the plus side, no one expects to hear from any of these little monsters... errr, kids for the entire summer. So, time is on your side.
Bottom line - the camp has to actually make money and... it has to appeal to a wide variety of parents who are sending their spoiled brats, bullies, pampered darlings and menaces to society to summer camp versus being stuck with them all summer at home. What do you come up with for kids (about 250 of them) in ages from 7 to 12?
Of course, it can't be too evil. They are just kids after all. They could be put to work... making money to help fund the camp and whatever activities you might have. They could be just stuck away in a large closet, out of sight... out of mind.
Some parents think their children are absolute darlings and some will sue everyone if their child is bitten by a mosquito. Others are terrorized by their own brats in their own home and are looking forward to shipping the kid off. It's a lot to deal with in your plans for creating a summer camp. But, on the plus side, no one expects to hear from any of these little monsters... errr, kids for the entire summer. So, time is on your side.
Bottom line - the camp has to actually make money and... it has to appeal to a wide variety of parents who are sending their spoiled brats, bullies, pampered darlings and menaces to society to summer camp versus being stuck with them all summer at home. What do you come up with for kids (about 250 of them) in ages from 7 to 12?
Dinking and Drinking
Funky Midnight Writing for Soulfully Blonde :)
It's midnight... close enough. Some weird elf comes into your room with two potions. One says "drink me" and the other says "no, dink me". (No one said elves were good proofreaders).
The elf sets your potion of choice down on your nightstand, right beside the book you were reading. He gives you a look when he sees the title of your book. Elves are kind of prudish at times.
You dink the potion (or drink it if you were silly enough to pick that one which is only going to make you taller until your head buts through the roof of your home and causes you a lot of insurance headaches, now don't you wish you had just dinked the other potion...?) the elf begins to look a lot taller, kind of sexy too. When did you develop this elf fetish?
So, do you tell the elf about his typo? Do you give him a talk about the importance of proofreading, spelling, punctuation and grammar? Once you've done all that, how does he take it? Sad, how little appreciation elves have for grammarians.
It's midnight... close enough. Some weird elf comes into your room with two potions. One says "drink me" and the other says "no, dink me". (No one said elves were good proofreaders).
The elf sets your potion of choice down on your nightstand, right beside the book you were reading. He gives you a look when he sees the title of your book. Elves are kind of prudish at times.
You dink the potion (or drink it if you were silly enough to pick that one which is only going to make you taller until your head buts through the roof of your home and causes you a lot of insurance headaches, now don't you wish you had just dinked the other potion...?) the elf begins to look a lot taller, kind of sexy too. When did you develop this elf fetish?
So, do you tell the elf about his typo? Do you give him a talk about the importance of proofreading, spelling, punctuation and grammar? Once you've done all that, how does he take it? Sad, how little appreciation elves have for grammarians.
The Changing of the Eyes
You've caught some weird alien bug that lives inside your brain and doesn't do anything except make your eyes change colour. Whatever colour they once were they can now be blue, green, brown, purple, grey, red, pink, orange, yellow or any assorted shade or colour. At one point you look in the mirror and see your eyes are completely white with just the black dot in the middle. You look pretty freakish most of the time.
But, it's also very exotic.
Do you keep the changing eye colour and the bug, or do you get rid of it and go parasite free?
But, it's also very exotic.
Do you keep the changing eye colour and the bug, or do you get rid of it and go parasite free?
Keeping the Man of Marble
An Uncle in Europe, somewhere, has had a marble statue delivered to your home. It's a little over powering. Certainly all the neighbours have noticed it's addition to your landscaping. After all, no one else has a life-sized naked male in marble on their front lawn.
As awkward as that is... how do you cope with the marble man when... after a little rubbing (you were just cleaning him off! couldn't leave bird poo on the guy after all!) the statue stretches, hops off his pedestal and asks if you've got anything to eat. He also begins giving you a good look over, like a man who has been trapped in marble a few thousand years and wants a good... umm... rub down.
What do you do with marble man? Can you keep him? He might make a very nice pet after all.
As awkward as that is... how do you cope with the marble man when... after a little rubbing (you were just cleaning him off! couldn't leave bird poo on the guy after all!) the statue stretches, hops off his pedestal and asks if you've got anything to eat. He also begins giving you a good look over, like a man who has been trapped in marble a few thousand years and wants a good... umm... rub down.
What do you do with marble man? Can you keep him? He might make a very nice pet after all.
The Alien Bachelor Dating Game
You win the lottery on the planet Murch. Go you! The prize... well, it's not quite what you expected. Seems the lottery on Murch isn't about money, cash or even anything of financial value exactly.
On the bright side... the men of Murch are fairly human looking and you do get your pick of them, as long as they're single and their third arm isn't broken. The third arm thing is a Murch wedding tradition, the groom must be able to lift his bride and all their gortkins (kind of like goats) over the wedding bed.
There are other interesting traditions but you don't have time for those now. You've got a groom to pick! They parade bachelors past you a dozen at a time. You get to ask each guy a question. You can't ask just one question over and over though. The Murch Ambassador suggests you get at least 10 questions prepared in advance. So, what are they...?
On the bright side... the men of Murch are fairly human looking and you do get your pick of them, as long as they're single and their third arm isn't broken. The third arm thing is a Murch wedding tradition, the groom must be able to lift his bride and all their gortkins (kind of like goats) over the wedding bed.
There are other interesting traditions but you don't have time for those now. You've got a groom to pick! They parade bachelors past you a dozen at a time. You get to ask each guy a question. You can't ask just one question over and over though. The Murch Ambassador suggests you get at least 10 questions prepared in advance. So, what are they...?
Your Friend Eats Flies
Your friend gets into voodoo. She says it's grey magic... but that doesn't do much for you when you visit and see chickens hanging from the rafters along with a lot of dried herbs. You really get suspicious when you catch her pulling stray hair from your brush and picking the garbage for your nail clippings. Suddenly her idea for a girl's night isn't just about hair styles and bra freezing.
Luckily... you've got a few tricks up your sleeves... Genie in a Can!
The Genie in a Bottle was too expensive but Genie in a Can promises to protect you from any murky magic of the un-white kind.
Unfortunately the Genie is both temperamental and bumbling. He turns your friend into a toad and considers that his job done. So now you've got a toad for a friend. What do you do with her?
Luckily... you've got a few tricks up your sleeves... Genie in a Can!
The Genie in a Bottle was too expensive but Genie in a Can promises to protect you from any murky magic of the un-white kind.
Unfortunately the Genie is both temperamental and bumbling. He turns your friend into a toad and considers that his job done. So now you've got a toad for a friend. What do you do with her?
It Will Take More than Zoo Poo
You've inherited a zoo from some relative you only remember hearing whispers about when you were a kid. They said he was eccentric when they were being kind. The zoo is a bit run down, the animals look a bit worse for wear too. Last time the zoo made money was 1968, the year before the local school caught fire and was later demolished. The town nearest to your zoo is all but a ghost town now. You can buy some groceries when you fill up your tank, in the same dingy little truck stop, that's about it.
You can't actually sell the zoo, as per the terms of the will. But, you can't just abandon it either. Those animals need someone to care for them. Most of them look underfed and all of them are underwashed.
Can you turn around this zoo? Can you find a way to bring people back, paying customers? It will take more than selling Zoo Poo (see Toronto Zoo) to get this zoo on it's feet again.
You can't actually sell the zoo, as per the terms of the will. But, you can't just abandon it either. Those animals need someone to care for them. Most of them look underfed and all of them are underwashed.
Can you turn around this zoo? Can you find a way to bring people back, paying customers? It will take more than selling Zoo Poo (see Toronto Zoo) to get this zoo on it's feet again.
Your Naked Head
You're having a really bad hair day. So bad... your hair gets all ticked off and goes on strike, walking right off your head and off to... somewhere. You try to follow your hair, try to grab it back and plead with it to give you a chance to make things better up there on top of your head. But, your hair just keeps moving until it slips around a corner and you lose sight of it.
So now you're bald. Not so bad, not the end of the world.
What does your naked head look like? All your life (the parts you can remember) your hair has covered and concealed your head. What does it really look like under there? Think of it as your own first walk on the moon... what does your head really look like?
So now you're bald. Not so bad, not the end of the world.
What does your naked head look like? All your life (the parts you can remember) your hair has covered and concealed your head. What does it really look like under there? Think of it as your own first walk on the moon... what does your head really look like?
Soaping Up for the Little Green Men
The aliens have landed. They want you to create a new ad campaign for a new soap they invented. Supposedly it will make an Earth woman's skin very soft, remove unwanted body hair and it's anti-aging. The only drawback is that you have to spend a week completely naked in order for the first use of the soap to sink in. After that first week you just use as you usually would, like touch ups.
The aliens, being little green men after all, insist that every woman who uses their soap spends that week of being naked in a big compound they have set up where they can keep an eye on all the women, in case of any side effects... yeah, right. (What they really hope to get out of this is a lot of little green babies. Everyone knows aliens are easy and want to take over the world).
What kind of ad do you come up with to sell the alien soap? You can't skip over the whole week naked at the compound detail and showing pictures of the little green men won't help to sell it either. Green just isn't everyone's colour... and those weird scales and twitching eyes don't help much.
The aliens, being little green men after all, insist that every woman who uses their soap spends that week of being naked in a big compound they have set up where they can keep an eye on all the women, in case of any side effects... yeah, right. (What they really hope to get out of this is a lot of little green babies. Everyone knows aliens are easy and want to take over the world).
What kind of ad do you come up with to sell the alien soap? You can't skip over the whole week naked at the compound detail and showing pictures of the little green men won't help to sell it either. Green just isn't everyone's colour... and those weird scales and twitching eyes don't help much.
What's Your Name?
What would you change your name to if you could rename yourself? Think about it. This will be your name when you're 80 or older. It will be the name future generations will know you by when the only thing they still know about you is your name. It will be the name on your ID. That same ID you have to show to the nice officer at spot checks or worse if you get into trouble. It will be the name your child introduces you with, to their teacher and later to their future inlaws. A name has to cover a lot of ground and at the same time be very personal.
Of Course you Win
You made a deal with the devil (or something like it) and now you've got to play a card game, and win, to get your life/ soul back. What's your poison? What card game could you hope to win: euchre, poker, canasta, fish or maybe crazy eights?
Write about the card playing adventure and your great win at the end, cause of course you win. How else could you be writing the story?
Write about the card playing adventure and your great win at the end, cause of course you win. How else could you be writing the story?
Short, Readable and Eye Catching
You've won a raffle and have been granted a free block of ad space on the front page of Google for one week. If you wanted traffic, you found it!
So what do you use the ad for: your home business, your personal blog. a friend's online business or something you create on the spur of the moment?
Now write your ad. Make really efficient use of the word space you have. You only get 150 x 150, a bit bigger than an EntreCard ad. Your text or graphic has to be readable and eye catching.
So what do you use the ad for: your home business, your personal blog. a friend's online business or something you create on the spur of the moment?
Now write your ad. Make really efficient use of the word space you have. You only get 150 x 150, a bit bigger than an EntreCard ad. Your text or graphic has to be readable and eye catching.
Design Your Fancy Event
You're all dressed up, hair and make up done, the whole works. What event are you going to? Describe it, everything from the purpose of the event to the decorations, drinks and goodies served and your arm candy. Do you stay for the whole thing or sneak away to enjoy that arm candy in private awhile?
Fast Food Interview
Just for practice... go to your local burger joint. Interview someone. Aim for five questions, ask the waitress, a customer or the guy cleaning floors. You pick someone, as long as you don't already know them. Don't cheat and ask the waitress five questions about the menu. You may think you're clever but you're only out witting yourself.
What can you find out about someone in five questions? You might tap into something really interesting and need to start up a whole conversation, go for it!
What can you find out about someone in five questions? You might tap into something really interesting and need to start up a whole conversation, go for it!
Your Best Greetings
You've just been hired to write greeting cards. They expect you to come up with at least 10 good ideas and one great idea each day. Not easy. But, if you can come up with some unique or modern events and situations that might help.
What kind of greeting card could you come up with for a divorce? What about a third marriage? How about a greeting card for a couple who have just adopted a child, not a baby? There are a lot of situations not covered by the standard display of greeting cards. Write 10, and then one more. Pick your best, send it in to a greeting card company and get paid for your writing doodle.
What kind of greeting card could you come up with for a divorce? What about a third marriage? How about a greeting card for a couple who have just adopted a child, not a baby? There are a lot of situations not covered by the standard display of greeting cards. Write 10, and then one more. Pick your best, send it in to a greeting card company and get paid for your writing doodle.
Do It Yourself Romantic Hero
You get an anonymous note, from a secret admirer... sexy you! Who do you hope it is? No real name, no real person. Make up someone based on the someone you would most like to meet. If you're already married or serious about someone... invent someone else.
Is he blonde and geeky? Is he tall, dark and obedient? Is he old fashioned, polite and romantic? Is he a bad boy with a heart of gold? What would the guy be like who you would like to sweep you away from it all?
Is he blonde and geeky? Is he tall, dark and obedient? Is he old fashioned, polite and romantic? Is he a bad boy with a heart of gold? What would the guy be like who you would like to sweep you away from it all?
Fortune... or Lack of It
You're out for dinner, a Chinese restaurant. This restaurant is famous for it's fortune cookies. They write all their own fortunes, nothing stamped out of a machine here. The old Chinese woman writes them out as she watches each person come through the door. After dinner you're presented with her prediction, tailored for you personally.
So you're kind of excited to see what your fortune will be. How do you feel when your fortune cookie is cracked open and you find... nothing. It's empty, no little scrap of paper.
On your way out of the restaurant you pass by the old woman. She's still there, not suddenly called back to China, not passed out from too much free food, or any other weird reason you can think of for your fortune to be missed. She looks up as you walk by, stars into your eyes and shakes her head slightly. What does she mean by that!
Most importantly... was this a sign? What happens with the rest of your day, the next day, the next week...?
So you're kind of excited to see what your fortune will be. How do you feel when your fortune cookie is cracked open and you find... nothing. It's empty, no little scrap of paper.
On your way out of the restaurant you pass by the old woman. She's still there, not suddenly called back to China, not passed out from too much free food, or any other weird reason you can think of for your fortune to be missed. She looks up as you walk by, stars into your eyes and shakes her head slightly. What does she mean by that!
Most importantly... was this a sign? What happens with the rest of your day, the next day, the next week...?
Worse than a Shrunken Head
The world have just been turned into a mini-world, about the size of a really big peanut. You were away, off being a diplomat to the planet on the other side of the Milky Way. Now, coming back on the space shuttle you discover the world is, litterally, not enough. You can't even park your shuttle and get off. Do you just scoop up the planet and put it in your pocket, hoping to find a way to fix it or do you just leave it and see if you can shrink yourself down to match?
Yourself as the Villain
Create yourself as the ultimate villain. How do you look? Where do you live? What do you drive or get around on if not using a vehicle? What's the backstory behind your wickedness and dark deeds? What kind of evil do you do?
A Gift from the Universe
What gift would you like from the universe? Imagine a special visit from God, the Tooth Fairy, Mother Earth, which ever you prefer. They offer you a gift, not money or power but something less tangible. Maybe you can run faster, or spell better or have vision like a hawk. What gift would you ask for? How would you use this in your day to day life, what would be improved?
Pulled by the Scenery
I like a story which draws you through the scene. Something like:
Lacey waved to the bus driver as the engine roared past her. The walk home was short, the night was velvet all around her, dark and smooth. Once the bus turned around the corner she was alone.Not the world's greatest example. I thought of something better last night but can't remember it now. Can you write something where the scene, the scenery, pulls you along from one place to the next in your story.
An hour later she was still alone, in her bed, thinking about life, work and everything when the last bus of the night went past the apartment.
Cat Toes
You have a dream where you are walking through a forest with bare feet. A lot of sharp twigs keep poking at your feet. Though you don't feel a huge amount of pain as it happens you look down and notice all your toes are now gone, just bleeding stumps remain.
When you wake up in sudden horror you discover a cat playing with your feet. Now, for the really big question... where did that damned cat come from?!!!
When you wake up in sudden horror you discover a cat playing with your feet. Now, for the really big question... where did that damned cat come from?!!!
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