This child-sized jumper was dropped at the entrance to a small section of nature within the city, and slung here to presumably make it easier to retrieve.

How did it end up here? What happened to the child who owned it?

Is the fact that the top is emblazoned with the word ‘Happy’ three times significant in any way?

Follow this story prompt down any dark path that your imagination latches onto.

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Walking past any block of flats, I’m often struck by a sense of the dizzying wealth of characters behind the windows and doors, each with their own potential narrative.

One day, a cage set on a sunlit balcony set my imagination whirring.

Who might live in this particular flat? What brought them here? What sets them apart from their neighbours? What do they keep in that cage??? During the recent lockdown periods, I suspect we all noticed the goings on in our locality’s more keenly. What might this resident have noticed? Might they have confided in whatever lives in this cage?

Can you weave a tale that creates a close-knit community, a selection of strangers living in close proximity or a single individual living high above the public street? What might they see, hear and share or keep to themselves?

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A splash of bright blue caught my eye and I spotted this postage stamp stuck to the pavement.

It made me wonder who was trying to mail this part of the city, where to and why. Who would have received it and what might they have used it for?

If the entire street had been swept up into this package, what might have happened to the residents? Could they have found themselves tipped from their homes like dollhouse figurines, or would they have ended up wherever the stamp was carrying this important post?

Can you turn this into an intriguing tale?

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In the part of Bristol where I live, people not only paint their homes gorgeous vibrant colours, they also add murals that make me smile.

This bee-emblazoned property is one of my favourites, and makes me think of Erin Morgenstern’s glorious book The Starless Sea, which feature a house inhabited by cat-sized bees.

What wildlife would you be perturbed to find in your home? Would it be more or less unsettling if it was extremely large or very much smaller than usual? Can you spin this into a tale?

What kind of buzz could the creature’s arrival make in the neighbourhood?

If you’ve chosen to make your species extra big (or extra small), how does the tone shift if you switch it to being especially dinky (or especially large)? Is that more or less alarming for your protagonist?

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The city I live in has a two rivers and a harbour, which manages to add up to rather a lot of bridges. I do love a bridge – that in-between space spanning two tracts of land and the chance to pause and watch the water flow. I even gave one of the rivers a voice in my new collection The Stairs Are a Snowcapped Mountain in a story that asks and partially answers ‘Why rivers run to the sea’.

But back to the bridges, the yellow one above (Langton Street Bridge, known locally as the Banana Bridge) also features in The Stairs Are a Snowcapped Mountain in a story titled ‘Tidal Suck’.

Can you write a tale inspired by a bridge you know? What might happen in that space between? If it’s over a river, what could the water carry or conceal?

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Click here to read about The Stairs Are a Snowcapped Mountain book launch & lit night.

I recently encountered this impressive fungus structure in a woodland. To me it resembles an ornate ceramic sculpture. Yet this glorious thing is only the fruiting body, and a fraction of what exists hidden beneath the surface. A network of threadlike filaments called hyphae spread through the soil out of sight, carrying nutrients and information as well as passing news to other plants including trees.

I’m also intrigued by the green filaments decorating the frilled, saucer-like structures. Is this another lifeform? Is it working in symbiosis or attacking the fungi?

It’s all fascinating, isn’t it? Imagine if the parts of icebergs that are under could communicate in this way and warn of coming storms and other risks? What about our own hidden depths, and the microscopic bacteria that help us function? Is that a thrilling thought for you, or downright creepy?

Explore this idea and see if you can turn it into a story.

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Today is International Women’s Day 2022, and I think the theme of #BreakTheBias is an excellent creative prompt.

Most of us experience unconscious bias, which we need to write against. If you have written a female character, try rewriting them as male. What changes do you find yourself making? What traits become more dominant as you flesh them out?

Now change them back to female, but without switching the traits that developed while they were male?

What happens if you remove all indicators of gender? How does that influence how you imagine them?

Now write their story and see what they have to tell you.

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This carved barn owl sits in a nearby nature reserve in the depths of Bristol. Owls have always had a place in our folklore, gliding silently as they do and marrying grace with lethal speed and accuracy.

In this case, the pristine white baby shoe sitting beside the sculpture makes me think of foundlings and changelings, while raising lots of questions. Who does the shoe belong to? How did it get here?

Is it significant that the owl is wooden rather that a living feathered creature?

Depending on the direction you choose, the shoe also raises the question of whether the owl is friend or foe.

Can you turn this into a story?

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A storm felled this beautiful tree in a local park. Nature seems to have teamed up with gust and gale to create a glorious sculpture. I love the fact this shot also captures the proximity of the railway tracks to a playground. Each of these elements feels to me to reveal the tame fringes of our wild spaces, and the wilderness edging even the most domestic scenes.

Can you interpret this to write a dramatic story? Once written, can you turn it on its head so the untamed elements reveal themselves to be the most civilised, and vice versa? What could that tell us about the way we live?

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