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A Stumping Prompt


I had absolutely no idea on how to come up with a story utilizing this week's writing prompt. I decided to go for a walk and see if I could get those creative juices flowing. I headed downtown, parked the car and started walking.

On Bank Street I was immediately surprised by the number of buskers and street performers and, while entertaining, found them to be a distraction. I couldn't concentrate amidst the cacophony resulting from the overlapping outputs of these buskers and street performers.

I walked on. I rounded the corner from Bank to Sparks Street. Now Sparks Street used to be reserved for cars. Now, though, it was an outdoor pedestrian mall and was a natural home to many buskers and street performers.

As I marched on I left a few dollars in a few open guitar cases. Some of these buskers and street performers were quite good and I wondered just what life had in store for some of them. I felt they wouldn't be buskers and street performers for long because they were so good.

I wandered back to where I had parked the car and thought how brave these buskers and street performers were to perform in public; just throw it all out there in the hopes that passers-by would appreciate them.

But as I drove home I realized I still didn't have a story idea for this week's prompt of buskers and street performers.


Well by now you may have guessed that the Studio30+ prompt was buskers/street performers. No? Well, it is. Yeah. Buskers and street performers.


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