Cordyceps Cosmicum — The Idea Vault

It’s a common misconception that a great idea makes a great story. The truth is that most great stories come down to execution. A great idea with poor execution rarely works, but a great writer can breathe new life into even the most tired tropes.

Like any writer, I have my own treasure trove of ideas that might end up in a story…someday. But why horde them? Instead, I’m opening the vault and setting them free.

Use these ideas as a writing prompt, or come up with your own twist and reply in the comments.

Cordyceps Cosmicum

Grigory Romanslov has space mushrooms growing in his head. He knows this ought to worry him, but it doesn’t.

He knows there are mushrooms in there because his sinuses and ears feel plugged, and everything smells like portobello, and a delicate, thin-stemmed white cap unfurled just above his earlobe while he was shaving last week. Maybe he shouldn’t have breathed in the glowing green dust surrounding the crater he found in the south forty.

A Google search leads him to Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which sounds much nicer than “zombie ant fungus.” It tells him the fungus controls the ants’ behavior. He doesn’t feel like the space mushrooms are controlling him, although he has been drinking salt water lately, and sucking on pennies.

He feels healthy, despite  the fine white fuzz growing on his skin. He did puke up his breakfast on the front lawn yesterday, but he felt fine after.

When he wakes up and sees a dozen tree-sized  mushrooms in the yard, it makes him happy. They look nice there. Decorative. And the spores twinkle a million shades of green as they catch the morning breeze.

Final Exam — The Story Idea Vault

It’s a common misconception that a great idea makes a great story. The truth is that most great stories come down to execution. A great idea with poor execution rarely works, but a great writer can breathe new life into even the most tired tropes.

Like any writer, I have my own treasure trove of ideas that might end up in a story…someday. But why horde them? Instead, I’m opening the vault and setting them free.

Use these ideas as a writing prompt, or come up with your own twist and reply in the comments.

Final Exam

In old movies, recognizing aliens was easy. They looked like giant insects, or gray-skinned people with huge black eyes, or heck, just humans with pointy ears. They spoke words through something mouth-shaped, and if they didn’t want to eat you or lay some eggs in your stomach, they at least wanted something reasonable, like taking over your planet.

The scientists in the old movies didn’t have to worry about Species 104, the plasma clouds that only understand calculus. They never had to devise a translator for Species 92, the fungal/viral symbiosis that communicates by rupturing your cells.

As a trained xenologist, it’ll be my job to explore the galaxy and make first contact with new alien species. I’ll be ambassador of the human race. But first, I need to pass my final exam: picking which one of these ten asteroid chunks is actually alive, and whether it talks by exchanging argon crystals or by carving glyphs into you with a focused sonic pulse.

Based on the noises made by the last student and the amount of blood on the floor of the examination room, I’m guessing it’s the glyphs.

Now, which rock…