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This is a small town. Small towns always have legends. Some are true and some are not, but they’re always floating around. –Deborah Garner, Above the Bridge

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story about a small town with a legend that happens to be as unbelievable as it is true.

Journaling Prompt: What legend did you grow up hearing about your town?

Art Prompt: Legend

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about a legend you heard in your childhood about where you lived.

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Just outside of the tiny town of Vik, whose population hovers just above 300, lies the famed black pebble beach called Reynisfjara. Towering, hexagonal basalt columns rise from the dark sand at the base of Reynisfjell Mountain, and 216-foot rock pillars called Reynisdrangar jut out of the turbulent North Atlantic Ocean just off the coast.

According to Icelandic folklore, these pillars actually used to be trolls. While dragging a three-mast ship towards land, the trolls were taking too long to reach the shore, and at the break of dawn were instantly turned to stone. Even today, it is believed that if you drive near by the cliffs you can hear their wails and moans, as they long for their home in the mountains. –The Eerie Folktales Behind Iceland’s Natural Wonders by Austa Somvichian-Clausen

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of the trolls before they were turned into stone.

Journaling Prompt: What is your favorite story about living beings turned into stones? What is it that appeals to you about this story?

Art Prompt: Trolls

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about a local legend.

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We might, had we time, consider the birds of Irish folk legend from many other points of view besides that of storytellers and historians. There are the seabirds at whom Cuchulain aims his sling stone and who turned into maidens the most beautiful that the world had ever seen. There were the lovely birds of varied plumage who flew two and two linked together with silver chains to guide the Ulster heroes to the place where Cuchulain was to be born and who, flinging off their bird skins, showed themselves as Dechtire, his mother, and her 50 companions. There were the scall crows and ravens into which the goddesses of war, Badb and Morrigu, transform themselves when they follow the march of armies or hovered over a battlefield.

And there were the birds of fairyland, singing everlastingly from the pure purple trees which stand at the eastern door of the haunts of the blessed. It is but a short step from this conception to that of the birds of paradise, where a bird of red gold with its hundred wings sings from the very golden cross which guards the entries, and the splendid bird flock sustains a perfect melody from the flowering tree of life within the heavenly bounds. -Encyclopedia of Celtic Wisdom by Caitlin Matthews

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story in which a bird plays a prominent role.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your favorite bird.

Art Prompt: Birds

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about birds in folklore.

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All that one can say is that these tales are not to be taken as history in any rigid sense of the word, but must for the most part be regarded as mere hints, caught from chaos, and coming down through a hundred broken mediums… –The Story of Ireland by Emily Lawless

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a tale that presents an alternate version of a myth.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your favorite legend, tale, or myth. What is it that appeals to you? How does it inspire you?

Art Prompt: Historical tales

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about your favorite legend, tale, or myth and explain what it taught you about life.

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The pot-bellied cauldron full of delicious things simmering away has a permanent place in folk memory. It appears in a number of legends. In the myths of the Celts, who had hearty appetites, the cauldron of abundance magically provides both inexhaustible food an inexhaustible knowledge. Sinister concoctions, on the other hand, bubble in the cauldrons of witchs or malevolent goddesses. In Chinese legend, the elixir of immortality is made in a tripod cauldron- reminiscent of the Irish sheepskin fixed to its three points. Immortality is often the end to be achieved by drinking the boiled liquids of Greek myth. Medea boiled old Kin Pelias himself, claiming that he would be rejuvenated. –History of Food by Maguelonne Toussaint-Samat

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a scene involving a cauldron.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a memory of your family and cooking.

Art Prompt: Cauldron

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a folktale involving a cauldron.

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