Sixteen of you stand before me right now, but by the end of the season, a mere twelve challenges from now, only sixteen will remain.  Look to your left, now look to your right.  Of those two people that you see, only two of them will make it to the end of the season.  If you’re on the end and you looked one direction and didn’t see anybody, forget about that whole exercise.  It’s not important.

What is important is what you’re going to be writing about in those twelve intervening challenges between when we start and when no one is eliminated.

Your first challenge is below.  We’ll make it due on THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 7 at 9:30 Central.  You can submit your entries to playwiththeprose@gmail.com where they will be collected by someone and passed on to the judges stripped of any identifying characteristics.  I have no idea what judging will be like or how long it will take, but I would suspect we’ll at least get the first challenge judged before Christmas.

[Ed. note – DK tells me he usually judges them the same night he receives them.  I guess we can try it his way.]

This season, we’re going to try and go with visual prompts.  It’s something different, and if it ends up being terrible, we can all agree to blame Novak.

Your first prompt is the following image (click to enlargify):

The judges have been temporarily relocated here in order to protect them from outside influence.  Please send food.

Each image can be setting or character or whatever you wish it to be.  Just run with whatever comes to mind.  Word Limit: 300

Enjoy, proseophiles!

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