I've been slacking off with prompts lately. Here are some recent ones.
"I eat fortune cookies for good luck," from a poem by Wendell Bullock. Wendell rewrote the prompt into one of his boxing sketches for last weekend's meeting.
Older than that is this from K.K.: "Life is like a game. Some people get the green cards, and some people get the pink." If you missed Chaz's two-person play short play based on this prompt - well, maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll present it again.
Another older prompt: "She's not into me," again proposed by K.K.
There are two prompts from the most recent meeting: "Lying is his native language," a line from (I think, someone correct me if I'm wrong) a very old poem by K.K. The other, proposed by Marion, is "Is this about anything?", which was a comment someone made about something presented this weekend.
Use any of these, or all of them, or none of them. Now, get writing!
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