It was the 28th. The date had snuck up on her so fast that her chrysalis was half-prepared, she still hadn't made arrangements for others to water her hope plants, and although work knew she'd be gone, she still had a stack of things she absolutely *had* to finish beforehand--not to mention training in the new girl who'd be filling in for her. None of those things mattered, though. It was the 28th, and so she put on her best red dress and walked over to the cocoon center. She felt the spinnerets under her dress swelling, preparing to spin herself a cocoon to rest in for the next year. She half-wished that she could postpone it, but on the other hand, she hadn't had a vacation in ever so long and she really deserved--


Inspiration: Check the date.
Story Potential: High. (Originally I thought low, but then I thought how well this would combine with something else.)
Notes: I like the spiderwomany character, but nothing's really changing here (ha!), though I suppose ridiculous amounts could happen in the year she's out. So--combined with another story idea, this could be good.

The city limits sign flashed past the vehicle as they blasted through the ghost town. "Flat Bush, Population 1" it read. She laughed and leaned over to twine her fingers in his hair. "Want to settle down here, darling? Population 1! We could make it population 3...maybe population 4 if you'd like. That would be making a change." He stared ahead at the broken down houses that lined the main street. A plastic bag blew across the road and was kicked up into the air as they passed. "No. I told you. I'm looking for a sign. I know what it will look like, because it's the same thing I see every time I have to change my life majorly." She sighed and leaned back, pouting for half a second, and then looked out the window. Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She pointed out the car window--

Inspiration: "Nutbush City Limits" by Ike and Tina Turner
Story Potential: High
Notes: Not sure where this would go, but I like the start and I like the feel of it.