Day 263 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about what happens when the seasons change in the world you create.
Erin: The crops died on the eve of each season change. After the day of darkness, the new varieties would sprout. I hated only getting my favorite foods when the 5ith of the year aligned with my stomach.
Shannon: You could always tell the seasons were changing when the ground started shaking. It would start as a low rumble as the land prepared to switch out the seasons. Did I mention the seasons are artificial here? Sometimes I wonder how different they would be if they were real. People tell me real plants are a lot less colorful, but they have an essence that can’t be captured by any other means. An essence I may never feel.
Seasons are a changin’.