Fickle Friday

So… apparently you can set wordpress to post things at a certain time. What does this mean? Well right now I’m not even remotely near a computer. Digital Media Player provided to flights from Anchorage to Hawaii, yes. Internet, no. This is therefore a post sent to the future from the past.  In the past Congress was fighting to block el Presidente. There were no more new Harry Potter movies. Have things  changed much in the future? I hope my presence does not create a paradox. I shall move now to dwell in the realm of fiction where these things do not plague me. At this very moment (The one where I am currently in the future. Keep up now.) I am ordering (suprisingly delicious) airplane food. Pardon me, I do not like to post with my mouth full.

Without further ado- Here are some prompts to create art; drawings, stories, pictures… Have fun!

—| enjoy |—

She liked to play it by ear. The small apendage fit nicely in her pocket and turned cold when it was needed.

Fickle, uranium, confection

Contrary to popular opinion, yellow was not originally part of the spectrum.

Votes, much like dice, were a thing to be bet upon once cast. Most people were shy to wager on the outcome of the small triangle in play.

The moon has exactly seven noticeble craters

Recently there has been a decline in the value of five dollar words.

The mast of the ship was decorated by a large octopus that was entangled around a broken glass botle

An acronym from a common word that indicates the opposite

A folktale on why armadillos wear armor. (or any other creature. Did you really think anteaters enjoy the taste of ants?)

Crowley is displeased.

made by vt_graphics


Please post bellow any things you’d like to see created. Ideas are meant to be shared!

I’d also like to remind you that there is a contest going on AS THESE WORDS ARE BEING TRANSCRIBED.

All the best,


5 thoughts on “Fickle Friday

  1. Another tale inspired by a prompt of yours. I did alter it a bit for my purposes. Thanks for the inspiration. 🙂

    An Observers’ Log: The Game

    They were once known as a vastly powerful, wise and
    noble people. Their accomplishments in the fields of
    science, of art, of literature bespoke a civilization that
    had embraced its full potential and manifested it for all
    to see. They were a proud people and justifiably so.

    Perhaps they had triumphed too well or had advanced
    too far to realize it, but such perfection in a people was
    ultimately doomed to fail.

    Every sufficiently advanced civilization had described the
    same path in its own way.
    There was the ascent, the apex and, inevitably, the
    decline. When every avenue of discovery or development
    or of expression had been exhausted then all that
    remained was ennui. And such is what befell these people
    as well.

    Their historians were as bored as anyone else of them
    and so did not chronicle, with any great detail, the slow
    erosion of all that was to be envied in their kind. That
    erosion led to the eventual rise of The Game.

    The exact details of how The Game was conducted are
    now immaterial. Suffice to say that it was as brutal,
    visceral and gladiatorial a diversion as had ever been

    To the contestants it was a chance to gain glory, riches
    and indescribable comforts no longer available to the
    masses. To the countless billions of watchers, it was, at
    its simplest, something enjoyable and different. That
    was sufficient for them.

    Again, none recorded the progression of events and so
    none can say when it was that the spectacle of The
    Game became of secondary interest to the rituals
    attendant to it.

    The sheer number of individuals desirous of being
    Contestants was staggering. Such concerns as their
    physical or mental fitness, viability to perform or even
    the odds of their survival did not dissuade them. The
    desire to compete was all. And so, a system must needs
    be have come about to choose those who would

    Their best and brightests minds devised the algorithm.
    The formula was input to their most powerful network
    of interlinked and near-sentient computers. From this
    process were the competitors chosen. It was as close an
    approximaton of randomness and chance as they could

    To add to the intensity and chaos of The Game though,
    another level of selection was introduced. Once the
    computers had dispensed their list, it was time for the
    common man to become involved.

    Every being on the planet was allowed to choose one
    individual from the pool that they felt most likely to
    provide the greatest gaming experience.

    Votes, much like dice, were a thing to be bet upon once
    cast. Vast sums of credits as well as goods, properties
    and other things best not speculated upon became the
    stakes used to sway the voting.

    Most people were, initially, shy to wager on the outcome
    of so momentous an event but, all too soon, the betting
    became de rigeur and, eventually, near compulsory. It
    was as graceful, orderly and well-reasoned a descent
    into barbarism as any civilization before or since has

    We, The Observers, do not presume to question nor to
    pass judgment on this species and their doings. Our role
    is merely to catalogue, document and preserve the
    details of their existence. Our task has been performed
    to a level we feel satisfactory and sufficient. Confirm
    data stored. Terminate recording now.

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