The personality altering drugs were kicking in, and he hated it. Of course, he hated everything--which was why he was on these damn drugs. He hated himself enough to decide they were worth while, at least for a while, at least long enough for him to make the documentary of the two sides of him, altered by drugs and unaltered. Kind of a Jekyll and Hyde sort of thing, though he supposed it was a Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll instead of the other way around. Not that he was that bad, despite what his ex-wife said. He'd never hit her or anything like that, he just didn't much like her some days--not that that made her special. He didn't expect, however, the way that the drugs made him want to go out into the world and document *it* instead of himself.

Inspiration: "Depression Medication May Offer Mood Lift Via Personality Shift" (http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/50522/title/Depression_medication_may_offer_mood_lift_via_personality_shift)
Story Potential: Medium?
Notes: I dunno. This kinda fits in with the whole how people react to close quarters, need to work with the *world* community to survive, figuring out how "tribe" works in the brain sort of ideas, but it doesn't gel.

Terra firma was in the distance--they saw the snout of the mountain protruding from the cloud bank they floated above. They got out the telescope and shot the bolts that held the grappling lines in place.

"I see no ground mites," the second-in-command told the captain.

"No, nor buzzards, neither," said the cabin boy.

"Humph," said the captain, who had seen enough supposedly simple missions go awry to not get his hopes up. "That cloud bank is high enough to conceal anything. For all I know, they could have a dragon waiting to shred any trespassers."

"I see dirt," the second-in-command said excitedly. "Not just rock. And there are trees. Not fruit trees, probably, but there could be other--"

Inspiration: "terra firma"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. Somebody else might find something interesting in this, but I don't, not really. It's a bit steampunky, a bit dirigibles and airships, maybe post-climate-change, and there's probably pirates involved somewhere, but still...meh. It feels a bit like "Around the World in 80 Days," and maybe that's the problem. Not that I didn't enjoy that story, but it just isn't my style.

It was the end of the world and we were fighting over whose sweater it had been originally. Of course, we didn't know it was the end of the world. Nobody did. We all thought it was just another storm, and they'd gotten worse and worse from our childhood, so even when the power blinked out, we didn't think much of it. We had our hand-crank radio and our kerosene lanterns--there was even a generator that Dad would go out and power up if we needed it once the worst of the storm had died down, and there was a safety line tied between everything to keep people from wandering off track. We didn't know then that it was finally the storm that would never end. Maybe we were even wrong about that; it could end any day, I suppose, but thirty years later it seems unlikely.

Inspiration: "Sibling Rivalry" by Jonathan Coulton, plus the cravings I've been feeling lately for another nice post-apocalypse survivor story.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I don't think I've read this sort of end-of-world story before. Not a perpetual storm, that people would have to adapt to. Could be kinda neat.