Ship on the Sea: There are rips in my sails, my hull is worn, and I'm being tossed around like a toy on the waves. But... My compass is true, I can see land, I've yet to take on water, and I know the storm is breaking up. –danaofthebells
It's actually a poll. If we had all 20 or so subjects, we'd be forever thinning them all out. Maybe we could have a competition this year, and let each person pick their own theme, but declare it first, and see how we all stick to each of our themes!
Or a dialect theme - choose a language or dialect for your characters, and write in that dialect!
"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No..." Rorschach, The Watchmen.
So . . . Pharmaceuticals or Fear? We have two votes for the latter, though only one is counted in the tally. June first is tomorrow, so we need to know what we're writing about. Of course, we could do both . . .