Looking out of the kitchen window from the house where we used to live, we enjoyed a breathtaking view across the bay towards Vancouver. Some days, clouds would billow and puff across the skyline, covering the sun, stealing its warmth and casting a chill over the landscape.

Welcome to my latest curated selection of writing prompts. Inspired by the timeless theme of 'still-life', I've gathered a variety of thought-provoking prompts, already published here at tanyajclarke.com, for your creative exploration.

Last week's writing prompt features a photograph of dappled sunlight shining through open foliage, a wide aperture defocusing all but the sharpest branches in the middle of the hedge.

Last Tuesday morning I woke up scratching at my hands. Thinking nothing of it, I drank some water, went to the loo and suddenly became aware of strange lumps on the backs of my thighs. I ran upstairs to show my husband — I needed further diagnosis. The lumps itched like nothing else. I scratched at my hands again.

Many years ago, back before time began, at least back before smartphones and the internet, I shared a flat with a friend from art school where we were both studying Fine Art Photography.

The other night as we sat watching some boring show on the telly, a young man wandered into our back garden. I pulled back the blind to see him walk across our patio, squinting in the bright outside light, looking a bit lost. He did not look like someone trying to find a way into our house.