A whole mess of prompts

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!

A Farewell to Spring: Third Thursday Open Mic Poetry

The NEPWC Third Thursday Open Mic Poetry (and Prose) Night will be held this Thursday, June 20, at 8:30 PM at the Vintage, 326 Spruce Street, Scranton. This will be the final evening of Spring, the last full day before Summer begins, so who knows what sort of change-of-season shenanigans will take place?

All are welcome. Admission is free. Bring something you've written and present it for an audience!