Prompt: “You can never have enough sprinkles”

“You can never have enough sprinkles,” said our baking instructor Anna, but I don’t think this is what she meant. I don’t think she intended for me to sneak into the common room at 3am and go through her baking supplies in order to consume them.

Prompt: “It ain’t exactly rocket science.”

“Mr. Finley,” said the scientist. “We’re excited to have you join our team. How are you feeling for your first day?”

“Great! NASA is even more magnificent than I imagined it would be.”

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet. Wait ’til I show you the operations room.”

Prompt: “Grandpa”

There are many ways to tell this story.

I could start it about a poor farm boy who lived in a valley surrounded on three sides by tall, cold mountains. He stayed with his mother and sister and two brothers while his father cooked for the troops in Inner Mongolia, and whenever his father came home they would sit around the coals and he would do pancake tricks for them.