The Aether Prompt: July 3rd, 2019

Writers! Rev up your aethereal engines of imagination, and use the image above as a prompt to create a microfiction of one hundred words or less!

Anything that fits under the umbrella of speculative fiction — science fiction, fantasy, horror, supernatural fiction and more — is welcome to be shared as a comment to this post. I will select my favorite very short story from those submitted… and turn your words into a fully polished and credited presentation (in the style of my Aethereal Musings) to be featured on an upcoming Thursday on the blog!


If your piece is selected to be featured, you will be in the running to win the 2019 AETHEREAL ENGINEER WRITER SUPPORT PRIZE PACKAGE!

This mysterious box will be packed with all sorts of wonderful goodies catering to your authorly needs, all hand selected by yours truly! At a total estimated value of at least $100, you could brag about receiving one of the highest per-word payouts for any submission, anywhere!

How might you win such a fantabulous treasure?

The featured Thursday posts for Aether Prompt winners (not the initial Wednesday prompts) will receive a score. Each “Like” on a post will grant one point to the author’s score, and each unique WordPress reblog will grant three points. The author of the piece with the most points by December 1st, 2019… WINS!

I reserve the full and unquestioned right to break any ties, disqualify entries if shenanigans are suspected, and declare a winner with absolute and final authority. If you win, I will require your physical address to ship your prize to you (with standard shipping included free of charge).

So what are you waiting for? Write to get your creative engines going today! Write for the glory! Write for a chance to win a fantabulous prize!

But whatever you do, just keep writing. :-)

Take care everyone, I look forward to your creations!

~Jason H. Abbott

8 thoughts on “The Aether Prompt: July 3rd, 2019

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  1. The skin on his back itched. In the morning, he’d be red all over; flaking from his evening wait. His ma would fuss at him. His da would laugh, while pushing him out to that rickety fishing boat again… all day.
    But tonight, with the moon flies as company, and only the cold rock hurting his butt, he’d be the only one laughing.
    “Star genie, can you hear me yet?” He asked his glowing lamp. “The sun is down. I have my first wish.”

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  2. Hi Jason,

    I am writing to your prompt for the first time. I got a little tired of twisty and dark, so went in for a benign take. Might I add that ‘Trataka’ is a yogic, meditative practice. And that’s where I drew inspiration from. But of course, there is absolutely no lord of the light called Trataka :):)

    I am not sure if this meets the parameters of speculative fiction. But hey, it pushed me to think differently from before!

    Thanks for the prompt.


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  3. Dũng’s Grandmother warned him about the fields. Agent Orange poisoned that land, mines killed the overly curious, and ghosts despaired there in an Earthly prison.

    His kind heart ached. No one, Dũng believed, deserved to be trapped in a land of poison. He packed an offering of food to nourish the spirits and made a night journey. He brought a lantern to light his path, some cane to test the ground for mines.

    Once at the field, Dũng unpacked his bag. The spirits, once angry, accepted his food and his light. They were at last remembered, at last at peace.

    ***For readers: Please don’t interpret this as an endorsement to wander into places where there are potential land mines

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