The sirens sounded, she blinked, and bluetime started. "Oh, no," she groaned. Usually there was enough warning to get to her reality shelter, but this time she was caught out in the street. not the actual street, which would be instant death since there were still drivers who hadn't made it home, but the sidewalk beside what had been a candy shop and what was now an extravagarium of orchids and Venus flytraps, all tinted in blue and frozen in movement. They would move with the waves, and she'd never be able to predict when a wave was coming--but it was still a wall between her and whatever might walk the streets in stop-motion that meant it was there one instant and gone the next, drawn from the imagination of the residents and powered by the blue, twisted into something beautiful or terrible or deadly.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomoto/7090531397/
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Eh. Neat bit of description, could work well with something, or could end up incredibly cliched.

It was the shift in the color that warned him. at first, before all this had happened, odds were that he would have thought it was some sort of neat visual effect that the gallery was using to help their art display, but the last week had turned him into a man who spotted the slightest incongruity and did not trust it. He dropped the glass of twine that he was holding and dove for the doorway. Behind him, he heard gasps from the other attendants at his effrontery. The twine unrolled and spread across the floor in a labyrinth of accidental options. The gasps of affront turned to a questioning buzz. Was this part of the performance? Was this something that they should be critiquing as well?

Inspiration: Random thing that came out when I started typing.
Potential: Medium-low. It's been done before. It could go other places, of course, but why strain myself when I've got so many other ideas clamouring for attention.
Notes: See above. That said, labyrinths and art and reality, oh my!