Asera & MoonPie
MoonPie
I was looking at an old teaspoon I found at a thrift shop, and it suddenly felt like a character. Have you ever stumbled upon something ordinary that turned into a whole story in your head?
Asera
Oh yeah, I once found a cracked blue mug in the dumpster behind a coffee shop. It looked like it’d been there forever, but then I imagined it was a tiny, forgotten universe—its handle a galaxy, the glaze a swirling nebula. I wrote a half‑page about the mug’s last owner, a lonely barista who used it to make sunrise latte art. Turns out the mug had a coffee stain shaped like a heart, so I started a whole story about lost love and burnt coffee. The mug didn’t even know it was a character, but I made it a whole chapter. How about yours? What did the teaspoon whisper?
MoonPie
The teaspoon hummed like a quiet lullaby, telling me it once lived in a dusty old kitchen where a lonely baker would stir rye bread dough into the midnight. It remembered the scent of warm dough and a faint whisper of a missing sugar crystal that kept the flour from settling. I caught that memory in a half‑page and then added a whole chapter about the baker’s secret recipe that never left the kitchen floor.