You are in your sixties and sitting down in your living room to watch the evening news before bed when you hear a knock on the door. Upon opening the door you see your father. The catch? He’s been dead since you were 10 years old and he doesn’t seem to have aged a day.
One day as you’re sitting down to dinner someone knocks on the door. When you answer they look really familiar, but you can’t place them. This person claims to have been there for every major life event you’ve ever had, and they’re afraid of what the next one will do to you. How do you respond?
A story involving a Teddy bear, a jar of honey, a shotgun, a five-year-old girl, and a rodeo clown.
Today is the winter solstice. I’m giving you a research project. Look up the different kinds cultures’ lore that surround the solstices and equinoxes. Pick one and go. Cult or world crossings, whatever it is you like. Or come up with your own. Build something, a system, a world. Have FUN!
(Spoiler: I’m working on a lore building post series!)
Or take prompt option B: It may be the shortest day but what happens on the longest night of the year?
Give one of your characters a bottle of bubbles. Protagonist, antagonist, whoever. What do they do with it? How do they react? Are they normal bubbles?