Hello again, blessed few. T'is I, your wicked task mistress, ready to appoint a new writing prompt. The rules are as follows, as ever:

What Is A Writing Prompt?

If you’re a fiction writer, you may want to consider using writing prompts to kick-start your creativity. A writing prompt is simply a topic around which you start jotting down ideas. The prompt could be a single word, a short phrase, a complete paragraph or even a picture, with the idea being to give you something to focus upon as you write. You may stick very closely to the original prompt or you may wander off at a tangent.

You may just come up with rough, disjointed notes or you may end up with something more polished and complete, a scene or even a complete story. The point is to simply start writing without being held back by any inhibitions or doubts.

Here are four good reasons for writing to prompts:

1. Sometimes it’s hard to start writing when faced with a blank page. Focusing on an unrelated prompt for a while helps get the creative juices flowing. If you write for just ten minutes on a prompt, you should then find it easier to return to the piece you intended to write. You may also find that if you stop trying to think so hard about what you wanted to write and switch you attention to the prompt instead, the words and ideas for your original piece start to come to you after all.

2. The things you write in response to a prompt may also end up as worthwhile material in their own right. The prompt may give you ideas from which a complete story grows or you may get fresh ideas for another piece you are already working on. It’s often surprising how much material you come up with once you start.

3. Writing to a prompt regularly helps to get you into the habit of writing. This can act as a sort of exercise regime, helping to build up your “muscles” so that you start to find it easier and easier to write for longer and longer.

4. Prompts can be a great way to get involved in a writing community. Sometimes writing groups offer a prompt for everyone to write about, with the intention being for everyone to come up with something they can then share. This can be a source of great encouragement, although knowing that others will read what you have written can also inhibit your creativity.

Today's prompt: Design and describe the perfect pony playground.

Oh, the possibilities! ENDLESS! Have at it, cretins!

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Dese prompts man...
My minds saying something about pedophillia and lolipops.

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Your specialty! Luck of the draw son, I swear.

This was a hard one, Twifight. This is some truly twisted truculence here. I had to get all symbolic about it.

Emerging from her bed quietly so as not to disturb Spike, Twilight felt with energetic clarity what to do. The air was cool and fresh, it being of the early and dark morning. The time—no, the moment—was the soft and formless potential of the day that was not so much as ‘to come’ but for her ‘to make’. Gently she trod downstairs and reached the library floor, seeking immediately some volume she had put away for some months but had been hard to acquire. It was a quote that she found, on page 76 by the picture of Starswirl, that expressed her thoughts perfectly! Quickly, she noted it on some scrap parchment. Leaving her book where it lay, she practically slid to the opposite wall and considered the shelf, which was at the lowest elevation. There was no particular selection she had mind; she only wanted to participate in their company, remembering bits from each in a jagged fashion, and in a way running her own ideas through the minds of several. And although they—her and each of the authors—were apart by vast space and often life-times, Twilight often thought how fortunate it would be if one were to meet another, or there be a meeting among certain combinations of them. What synthesis, what new area would be explored?

But, for now, she was determined to get her thoughts written. The scroll of new parchment unfurled as would a rope ladder tumbling down from its ship, the heavy material bouncing a little as it touched its limit. It was seized and scribbled on; her ideas were too fragile at this stage to weather the time needed for proper Canterlot calligraphy. She maneuvered the quill with delicate composure, if only out of the desperation in which she wrote—‘it has to be solved!’ was the mood of the hour. Each paragraph was like a tunnel of detail. She crawled through many… just to make sure. Nobody would read her work but for her, and even then rarely or never again, the thoughts having such an impression that she would never need to recall them.

A vigilant frown had progressed on her gradually, and although the conclusion had been finished the work was not. Would it ever be? It hardly mattered. The candlelight was replaced with sun, and in an instant it was bright inside. She gave a glance at sleepy Spike, who would be wanting breakfast shortly. Then she returned to her books, and in her crow’s nest she felt a little closer to the sunrise.

I interpreted the prompt in terms of this quote:

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
- C.G. Jung

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Beautiful.

As far as interpretation goes, well... anything goes.

Again, beautiful.

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Am I the only one bored enough to pester you into making a new thread?

Twifight, you could send this group to Eldorado for inclusion in next month's Group's Post (which is sitewide) if you want more members.

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This is a good idea.
>posted 2 weeks ago
Wtf is happen even?

3364671 & 3412885:

MY COMPUTER DIED!

Please, carry on!