Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #218

The site is back. Repost please. Sorry. (Not sure if we’ve lost CCC217 yet. I sure hope not.)

BET YOU CAN’T do this writing prompt. Take the 10 random words below and, in the comments, crush writer’s block by creating a cohesive, creative short story tying all of them together! And remember: after (if) you finish, highlight your words and click the bold button to make them stand out and help you determine if you forgot any words. (If you’ve missed previous writing prompts, we BET YOU CAN’T do those, either.)

  1. Become
  2. Wait
  3. See
  4. Freeze
  5. Scream
  6. Take 
  7. Amaze
  8. Spin 
  9. Step
  10. Hit

NOTE: Don’t copy and paste from MS Word. Use a program like notepad that removes formatting or just type in the comment field itself. Also, finish your submission, THEN bold the words. Thanks. (And don’t forget to tweet this and share it with your friends.)

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55 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #218”

  1. Shane Arthur says:

    I may have to wait until the wayback/google archive systems update to find the CCC217 entries. I’m checking on this. Sorry if this means our submissions may be lost. I broke my own rule and didn’t save my submission for 217 anywhere, so I may have to rewrite it from memory. Terribly sorry everyone.

  2. Chris Fries says:

    Wow — sorry to see all the site problems, Shane! I really hope everything is working again and that #217 isn’t lost.

    (and for what it’s worth — the comment box doesn’t have the smart text edit tools. )

    At any rate, here’s my entry for #218. It’s another 10×10 story (10 sentences of 10 words each, each using one prompt word — in order, and in number position within the sentence):

    “As Seen On TV”

    Become one with the universe,” the man on TV said.

    “Don’t wait. It’s only $29.95 — get your order in today!”

    Clark could see how total enlightenment would be worth having:

    Pretty girls would freeze, eyes wide, whenever they saw him,

    and they’d swoon and scream his name in joyous desire.

    So Clark eagerly called to take advantage of the offer,

    and looked forward to how he’d amaze countless beautiful women.

    It arrived, and things took a different spin than expected:

    Clark read the instructions but couldn’t get past step one.

    Who knew enlightenment was such a hard target to hit?

    • Meredith says:

      That’s great, Chris! Put a smile on my face.

    • Good one, Chris! Reminds me of the x-ray glasses from the back of the comic books!
       
      Cheers,
       
      Mitch
       

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @Chris: Awesome! But what was in the cockadoodie package!!!!

      • Chris Fries says:

        Thank you, Shane!
         
        And inside the package was the “Secret to Universal Enlightenment”, of course.  ;^)
         
        It’s a book, which tells how you have to align your aura with positive harmonic psychic vibrations while re-tuning your inner engram to adjust your reincarnated still-developing soul to a higher plane of consciousness. 
         
        Need clarification?  Well you can sign up for the study course for $129.95 or order the video tutorial for $249.95 or attend a conference for $549.95.  Spend enough money, and you just might get enlightened eventually…
         

  3. Nitesh Khargonkar says:

    Dear People,

    This is the first challenge i have attempted.Look forward to do more.

    To even Wait for a single day has made me feel like years,
    To realise that the frozen ice has already become tears.
    To freeze You slowly inside my heart and to capture you in my eyes,
    To see you in a state of bliss is the reason for my lies.
    To take your sorrows away and give you a special little dream,
    To make you twinkle with joy and let your deafening silence Scream.
    To again spin a web of our first pretty gaze,
    To relive the melt of love and let you amaze.
    To Climb each step with you and let our souls closely knit,
    To know battles are many but together we will warmly Hit.

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @Nitesh: Welcome to the CCC. Great poetry there. We have some talented poets in here so you’ll be in good company.

      We’re working on some site hiccups right now. We’ll get that bolding back as soon as possible.

      • Cathy Miller says:

        My apologies if I’ve missed anybody with a welcome. 
        ——————————————————
         @Nitesh:-Welcome to CCC!

        Let the words become what you want them to be. No need to wait on what is yet to be as only you can see what is within. Here in the freeze-frame world of creativity, words scream in exultation as they take what others have left behind . The new life will amaze us all as words spin and step into a sweet hit of the unknown.

    • Welcome to the CCC, Nitesh! I enjoyed your poem. Frozen ice become tears – my favorite line!
       
      Cheers,
       
      Mitch
       

    • Chris Fries says:

      Welcome to the CCC! 
       
      Excellent piece — I love the imagery and powerful emotion you conveyed here.  Well done!
       

  4. Meredith says:

    Her first step onto the floor made her spin toward the amazing light show. She could see very few concrete images in the flashing lights. Suddenly, a screaming male figure emerged from the right, only to be hit by someone chasing him.

    “Freeze!” Yelled the DJ.

    She froze. She waited. What she didn’t see was what the DJ would take with him to become the first person mentioned in tomorrow’s headline story.

    • Wow! That was intriguing, Meredith. You know, this made me think of all the “extras” – those nameless actors and actresses who fill out the clubs in those action movie sequences. I imagined that your character is one of the clueless souls who get jostled by the villain as he surges through with his entourage. 🙂
       
      Cheers,
       
      Mitch
       

    • Chris Fries says:

      Fabulous snippet, Meredith! 
       
      I’m picturing the DJ as no mere DJ — a cop or agent undercover perhaps?  But then the “what the DJ would take with him” is intriguing and doesn’t really fit — a thief, a killer, or a kidnapper or our narrator, perhaps?
       
      Great job at getting the words in and in raising all these wonderful story questions in such a tight couple of sentences.
       

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @Meredith: That was awesome. So much you left for me to fill in. Love that.

  5. Nitesh Khargonkar says:

    @Shane Arthur: Thank You :)Yeah tried to resolve the hiccup by posting the key words in Capital.Request you to post the one in which i have used Caps Lock or should i post back again.

    Have read a few posts else where..Already feel m in a good good company.

  6. Rebecca says:

    If you continue to think and talk negatively, you’ll become what you fear the most,
    Don’t believe me? Wait and see. I dare you!

    Take a step back and see your life from a different angle,
    Perhaps, the spin you’ve put on it isn’t accurate.

    Hit the brakes before it’s too late. Scream if you must,
    Freeze yourself in this moment. You’ll be amazed to discover things aren’t so bad.

  7. meek willed says:

    Here I stand frozen in mind yet not in time as wait for the spinning chaos that is my heart to become even more splendiferous and amazes as I see she, it’s screams “you love her” hit’s my mind an I pretend to be deaf as each step that she takes makes it louder and I smile form my heart as I’m falling apart.

  8. Shane Arthur says:

    SITE UPDATE!
    Hey CCC fam. Our database was corrupted so we’ve lost CCC217. What I’ll have to do is recreate that challenge and dig through my admin emails for everyone’s submissions. I hope I have them. I’ll send everyone their submissions via email so you can re-post them. I didn’t save mine, so I sure hope I can find the email with my own submission. Sorry all. I’ll try to get to this as early as I can over the weekend and catch up on your submission here too.
     

    • Chris Fries says:

      Wow — lot’s going on, huh Shane?  Sometimes it feels like the faster we go, the behinder we get, don’t it?
       
      Hang in there!  We appreciate all you do here!!!!
       

  9. Dead Dolphins at Dawn, Part 3

    The rest of the day was a blur. Samples were taken, pictures were taken, heads were scratched and no one seemed to come up with any answers. Finally, as the sun was setting, the heavy equipment moved in and began to pile the bodies into one stinking mass.

    The consensus between all of the agencies involved was that the bodies should be burned. There was no way to know how they had been killed and leaving a bunch of dead dolphins on the beach while tests came back could take days.

    Wait and see was not an option. So the bodies were being piled, awaiting gallons of gasoline and finally a flamethrower donated by the National Guard. The blaze was fantastically bright, but stank so bad everyone took several steps backward when the stench hit their nostrils.

    As the smoke wafted and began to spin into the air to disapate, Ryan sighed. How was he going to get this smell off of him, and what was Kaetlyn going to say? He sighed again and dug his phone from his coat pocket.

    The ring on the other end of the line seemed to reverberate in his head. He was tired, the constant stream of coffee barely keeping him upright, but there was more work to do before he could head home and become the dutiful boyfriend again. She answered with a sultry, sleepy “Hello?”

    He smiled to himself thinking just how much one simple word from her could amaze him every day.
    “Hey K, it’s me.” He began. “Where are you?” she asked, more awake now. “Still at the beach, been here all day.” He said. “It was bad out here, 102 dead dolphins at the last count. We had to burn the bodies, they were rotting so fast.”

    “What caused it?” she asked and he could hear the revulsion and disgust in her voice. “Don’t know yet.” He said. “Still sending off samples and trying to figure it out. Watch the news. They are here and they have interviewed everyone with and without a foreskin.” She laughed out loud. “Good one” She said. “I will have to give you a harder one next time. When will you be home?”

    “Soon.” He said. “I am dog tired but I have some notes to put together at the station before I can quit. I’ll be home in an hour or so?” He said it with the question in his voice that she knew meant closer to 3 hours. “Ok.” She said. “I am not waiting up for your ass either.” This time he chuckled out loud and said, “Ok, Ok, I will just have to dream of yours. Love you.” “Love you too.” She said and hung up.

    Ryan looked once more at the burning corpses and turned toward his car and the paperwork he had to finish before he could go home. He thanked the technology gods for the voice recognition software that would translate his recorded notes to text on the drive to the station when he was stopped dead in his tracks by a scream that threatened to freeze his very bones. What was it now?

  10. There was no way to spin this – he had missed a crucial step in the investigation. Glaring at the concierge, the detective punched a couple of buttons on his cell phone.

    “Jacob? Sammy. The two from the Towers, I know the criminal records came up negative, what about civil?” He frowned at the response. “Well, run it through the State system – they don’t always submit their records to the FBI in a timely manner, if at all. We’re looking for financial employees.”

    He listened for a few more seconds, thanked Jacob and closed his phone. He then escorted the concierge from the interrogation room.

    ***

    15 minutes earlier …

    “I tell you, she’s a spoiled little brat. She came charging into the lobby around 4:30. She didn’t even speak! She looked like she went a couple rounds with a pig in a slaughterhouse. I’d never seen her so filthy. Some heiress! No class, I tell you, no class.” The concierge took a deep breath.

    Detective Sam Waters didn’t wait for the man to exhale. “Sir, how did you come to know Ms. Watson?”

    The concierge shot his eyes up to the ceiling, remembering. “About three months ago, just I had arrived at my station, she came out of the elevator, tripped over the threshold and hit her head on the cement planter. I ran over to assist her. She was barely scratched, but she screamed and put up such a fuss that I was forced to call 911.”

    Detective Waters made a notation in his notebook and nodded for the concierge to continue.

    “While we waited, I asked her if she wanted me to notify anyone. She said, between threats, that when her father came home, he would sue the management and the idiot who had decorated the lobby. I asked her who her father was and I distinctly remember the glare – as if she wanted to freeze me on the spot for asking such a stupid question. Then, she snarled – snarled, I tell you! – ‘Cornelius Xavier Watson.’”

    “And, of course, you had no reason to believe otherwise?”

    The concierge shook his head. “In fact, two days later, when Mr. Watson returned from his trip, I asked after his daughter’s well-being. He gave me a look of amazement before telling me what I already knew, that the fall wasn’t as serious as everyone seemed to believe. He smiled and thanked me for my concern.”

    With a quizzically arched eyebrow, Detective Waters considered this information. After making another notation, he asked the concierge about the frequency of Ms. Watson’s visits.

    “We’re not a sleazy motel. People are not required to sign in and out.”

    “That’s not what I asked you. You are a very perceptive man. Surely, you can tell me how often a high profile person comes and goes?” The detective narrowed his eyes, meaningfully.

    “Harrumph! I’m not that kind of person. I have never taken pains to track people’s comings and goings. However, I did see Ms. Watson four  more times, not counting Monday.”

    Detective Waters smiled wryly. “Four? Do tell.” He couldn’t resist mocking the concierge’s pomposity.

    “Every other Friday since the elevator incident, she would waltz in with two stuffed shirts and proceed to the elevators. She would never speak, except that first Friday, when I asked if she were feeling better. She muttered something about a lawsuit and her companions burst out laughing.”

    Detective Waters would have loved to show the concierge the photos of the “stuffed shirts”; however, he was not a ghoul. Instead, he asked for – and received – a general description that neither confirmed nor repudiated the link between the mysterious Ms. Watson, her companions and the two victims. A few perfunctory questions later, the interview was over.

    As he stood to leave, the concierge turned to the detective and whispered conspiratorially, “What’s to become of those two poor souls? Have they been identified?”

    • Chris Fries says:

      Excellent work, Mitch!
       
      I KNEW that concierge would figure more into this story…
       
      I’m captivated by this — can’t wait to see it reach it’s conclusion.  Great work, sir!
       

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @Mitch: Hell ya! This is getting popcorn-good!

    • Mitch, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat. I love the “fifteen minutes earlier” setup, a really clever way to set up the backstory. Masterful dialogue! I’m taking notes on how you portray facial expressions and character demeanor. Book or screenplay, I’m there!

  11. Rebecca says:

    @ Mitch … Thank you! I’ve missed a few challenges because I picked up a part-time job in addition to freelance writing. And I’m developing story ideas. I have a lot of ideas and choosing one is never easy. 🙂

  12. Rebecca says:

    @ Chris … Thank you! When I saw the words, I knew exactly what I wanted to write.

  13. Shane Arthur says:

    “Freeze Billy. I seent ya! Step away from da company frig. You tryin’ to take it again ain’t ya? Dis is becomin’ a unbecomin’ problem. You makin’ me want to scream and hit you over the face, breast, chest, neck and head. And don’t try and spin it like you’s innocent and was just smellin’ ‘um. I’m one step, minus a runt toe, ahead of you.”

    “Fine Bobby! Just wait till you’s amazingly hungry. I ain’t gonna give you any when it’s you askin’ for a bite of some mayonnaise and spoilt banana filled, mountain-oyster-skin lined sausage links.”

  14. Rebecca says:

    @ Shane … Thanks!

    When are Billy & Bobby going to Hollywood? I’d love to see them in a webisode or something that. Lol!

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @Rebecca: I’d love to see these two on film. Or a Kindle book. Just need to steal time to compile all the past episodes. Thanks.

  15. Cathy Miller says:

    Reposting original-fortunately, I had a copy on my Blackberry. Lord knows Boomer Brain would never remember what I posted. 🙂
    —————————————————————— 

    We become who we are meant to be while others play wait and see. If I freeze my life, i will not escape the scream as I take what I can and set out to amaze all who spin into my life as I step out and take a hit of success.  

  16. Flown The Coop v2
    “It’s the guy! It’s the guy, I tell ya!”
    “How can you be sure? You’d better be sure … I don’t want heat brought down on our heads over your half-sure sightings!”
    “Look, I saw ‘im, okay? With my own eyes! He was waiting for the light to change … stepped off the curb too fast, almost got hit by one o’ them crazy hacks!”
    “Yeah, well, you don’t see so good. Dontcha wear them bottlenecks everywhere you go? And how close were you? Sittin’ right across from him, having a latte, were ya? Nah! That bird flew the coop 5 years ago. Ain’t dropped a feather ’round these parts, ain’t heard a peep (or a scream) outta him in all that time.”
    “Okay, okay. Have it your way. We never drank no sissy lattes but we sure downed our share of 24-packs. My sister, rest her soul, had a thing for that numskull. It amazed me.  I had no choice but ta spend time with the guy but we ain’t become no busom buddies! Still, I’d know him from 6 blocks away, even without my glasses.”
    “Yeah, my sis had a boyfriend like that once. I can still smell his feet every time I sit down to watch Monday Nite Football. Makes me head to the freezer for a cold one to wash that smell outta the room! ….  Alright, alright, maybe you gotta point. Look, don’t approach the guy to talk about old times, okay?  We’ll take it real easy. Lemme put Sal on him, see what he’s up to. He oughta have better sense than to show his face around here.”
    “You want I should tag along with Sal, you know, to ID him for sure?”
    “No! No, I can tell you still got a soft spot for the guy. Don’t want this spinning outta control … Friends and family aside, we still gotta job to do.”

  17. Kathleen KL says:

    Mind-full Conservations – A continually developing piece
     
    Oh Lord, how did I become this woman?
    How did I become someone others see as strong, especially when I feel so weak?
     
    Sometimes, even I am amazed how this façade stays put.
     
    Oh how I, like yesterday, I freeze in my tracks, unable to take another step. It is like having my feet glued to the floor. It is scary at times. All awhile being gracious, listening to this calling… to share… to aide in someone else’s healing. My loss is heavy, adding their loss is ….
     
    I feel like I am spinning out of control, hitting a wall, waiting for my strengths to wane in front of others. I am screaming inside.
     
    But so are they mom. So are they.
     
    Yes Lovie, I saw that too.
     
    You should use that number that stepmom gave you. She needs to talk about it. To talk about feeling the loss so fully felt even though she is the stepmom. You know how to help her with that.
     
    I will try Lord.
     
    Mom, you’ve been there for Momma M… you can do it. I know you can.
     
    I hope you both are right. I hope you both are right.

  18. Kathleen KL says:

    Untitled Shannon –Continued
     
    “Well, what are you waiting on bbbbooooooyyy?” Puck asked as she stepped away.
     
    “This pushy side of you is not becomin’,” Jake admonished.
     
    “Ah yer hittin’ a wall there Jake. I think you jus’ need to take the bull by the horns and spin that there cowgirl’s head and see to it that you make her scream.”
     
    “Puck … that’s enough out a yah,” Jake’s voice became harsh, nearly curt.
     
    “She hasn’t put the big freeze on yah yet Jake, you still got her eye, no worries,” Billy said encouragingly.
     
    Shannon made it back to her seat, beer in hand. She sat beside Patty with a sigh.
     
    “You get that boy well on his way home did yah?” Patty asked.
     
    “Yah, one of his boys came out and helped him back to his room. It’s all good, no one got hurt,” Shannon said lifting her new beer to her lips. She took a long draw on glass.
     
    “You sure got them boys spinning ‘cuz you won’t take Jake up on takin’ him home with you,” Patty said watching the boys at the bar.
     
    “I would be amazed if his lines actually even work on any gal,” Shannon said as her toe started tappin’ to the music.

  19. Kelly says:

    [can’t figure why bold won’t work, and this time the first paragraph is supposed to be italic too but I can’t figure it out. my bad]

    NEXT TIME, I’LL JUST SHOW YOU HOW TO PLAY IN THE SANDBOX

    This ought to be pretty easy. Creep up from behind. Waaaaay behind. (‘Cuz we’re sneaky like that.) Wait for the moment. Take a step onto the surface—see, it’s not moving that fast now. Spin. I’ll snap your picture, and you’ll send it to Grandma and Grandpa and amaze them!

    I’m trying to show her how to become a little braver. Me, the Chicken of the Universe. But for your kid, you do things you would never do for anyone else, don’t you?

    I demonstrate with exaggerated Mama-movements, how to get on this piece of playground equipment. But instead, I freeze for just a second too long. I hit the rotating surface with my ankle and calf, instead of my foot. I scream like my own three-year-old might, and I’m flung off the stupid thing in a twisted heap.

    The spinny-playground-doohickey stops doing its thing. Completes to a complete halt. My kid climbs over me and jumps on it to get a better view.

    And snaps *my* picture, to send Grandma and Grandpa. Ow.

    • @Kelly: AWESOME to see you back. I hope you’re doing okay. Now I remember why I missed your writing. Super!

      P.S. Yeah, with wordpress dot com, we can’t have plugins so we have to bold everything ourselves.

      • Kelly says:

        Okay, now that I know that it requires the html (I thought because it looked right before I posted, it was going to come out right—silly me) I’ll be more on top of things.

        And thanks Shane, I missed you & the CCC too. A lot. Even though I have a funny way of showing it.


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