Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #265

This is a writing prompt. Bet you can’t do it! Take the 10 random words below and crush writer’s block by creating a cohesive, creative short story! And remember: after (if) you finish entering your submission into the comment field, 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. Animal
  2. Perfect
  3. Grace
  4. Dark
  5. Control
  6. Bow
  7. Break
  8. Behind
  9. Chance
  10. Cover

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20 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #265”

  1. Tanya rolled up the magazine. The animal on the cover would probably have been startled to come face-to-face with its behind. Tanya giggled at the obvious lack of grace of the hippo. She thumbed the tightly fanned page ends to simulate – to her mind – the sound of breaking wind. Tanya bubbled with barely controlled glee.

    She used her knees to hold the magazine in place as she fashioned a bow from one of her silk ribbons. She kept smiling and riffling the pages, imagining the embarrassment of the hippo that she could no longer see.

    Across the room, a little boy eyed her. His dark scowl was not one of disapproval, but of annoyance. He poked his mother and whispered something into her ear. The mother looked up, sharply, took in the wild-haired teenager rocking back and forth. Mother shook her head at the boy, who began to sniffle.

    Tanya watched this exchange. Her smile faded when the boy started crying. She decided to take a chance. She walked over to the little boy.

    “You have to grab the baton. That’s the only way we can win the race. You hold your hand out and I’ll make a perfect pass. Then you run, okay?” She handed him the magazine and returned to her seat.


  2. Shane Arthur says:

    She was a predator animal in five-inch heels, a perfect 10 with a whip, as graceful as a dark-eyed black widow eating her mate. A control freak men bowed to and begged to break them, from behind, upside down, and all around. By chance, they’d get into her leather pants, after the covers had filled with hot dripped wax.

  3. K says:

    I tried to do another short one.

    This specimen, though not animal nor human, marched down the stairs. Every movement made by it seemed to exude perfection. In most everybody’s good graces including her highness, this “thing” could do no wrong. As opposed to them, she sensed something dark within the being; it was unnatural, a freak of nature. She suspected its creator enjoyed manipulating and controlling the human essence: the soul. The girl clenched her hand into a tight fist as the supposed male appeared as a speck down the corridor she happened to be traveling down. Fixated on the blur, she glared at it. She wouldn’t bow down to its influences especially since every woman in the province was clearly smitten by its handsome, humanoid features. She would definitely not break in behind its back. As they passed, it smiled at her. She feigned innocence and returned it with the same degree of warmth. When it advanced past, she halted and tossed a glance across her shoulder. Her grin twisted into a crooked smirk. Be prepared to cover yourself, android. She thought. With every chance thrown her way, she would strike back and prove to everyone else that she was as capable, if not more, than that bucket of bolts.

    • Liss Thomas says:

      My first comment didn’t stick so if it shows up, it might sound the same

      I love this one, keep writing it.  And speaking of writing, yours has become more crisp and lean.  Your discriptions are spot on and the verbs give action, action, action and you suck us into your worlds.

      Now that is AWESOME SAUCE! (phrase stolen from Shane) 

      • K says:

        Thanks for your input! I think I did learn a lot from doing these ten word challenges and improved in making actions and scenes tighter. As for continuing this one, I kind of ran with what was in my head, so I don’t think there will be another part.

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @K: Exactly what Liss said.  🙂

  4. Liss Thomas says:

    Continuation.  It just keeps going.  There will be more . . . 🙂

    Allie reached the Guardian’s dwelling under the cover of a dense canopy.  The fight between him, the troll and the dark creatures rose behind her.  Her mount shook its scales, the sound like a peacock fanning its feathers.  It shrank and craweled inside her cloak, a wide mouth yawn escaping its now tiny jaws.

    A painful, labored inhalation sounded behind her.  Allie turned, dread of what stood there, a perfect prison of panic.

    “We waits for you to return to us,” it wheezed like an asthmatic.  The gangly creature approached on a bow.  There was no grace in its movements.

    Allie took in the animal‘s form up close for the first time.  The deformed body, gray in color on skin meant for fur, elongated in a form not meant to stand upright.  Its muzzle and head, where coarse fur grew, was also gray with spots of black.  A ridge of hair stood higher on the back of its head, tapering down its neck.  Once a hyena, she thought.

    “We wants to be like human.  We makes ourselves like you,” it said grabbing her wrist, breaking any chance of escape.

    Allie’s control slipped away in an ear shattering scream.

    To be continued . . . 

  5. Rebecca says:

    Have the grace to give up control.
    Bow out before you break in two.
    Give yourself a chance to come out of the dark.
    It may not be a perfect transition, and you may want to take cover.
    Blue skies can be found behind gray clouds.
    You may even find your power animal during your transformation.

  6. Lynne says:

    This just might tempt me into staying, Serena thought, glancing under lowered lashes at the new security guard. The day was long (as usual) and hot, as always at this time of year. Serena reflected wryly that working at Hôtel Mystère hadn’t opened up the opportunities she was looking for when she arrived in New Orleans. It’s dull, tedious work behind the reception desk with long hours, low pay, and no time for a private social life. That last, she hoped, might be about to change. The new security guard is a breathtakingly gorgeous hunk of a man.

    Studying him surreptitiously across the dingy black and white foyer, Serena felt a zing of sheer lust. Tall and dark, his physique shown off beautifully in the shabby-chic of his uniform, the security guard looked both imposing and sexy as hell. This man would be safe. Safety, Serena recalled, is all-important when a murderer is on the loose. Just yesterday, a woman’s body washed up along the banks of the Mississippi – another victim of the media-named, “Asphyxia Fiend”. This new security guard had been hired to keep their female guests safe. Serena felt safe, albeit a little shivery, just looking at him.

    Serena’s thoughts started to drift, imagining being in his arms. A soft chuckle aroused her from her reverie.

    “Drooling over Philippe are we?” her relief, Anna, said while nudging her in the ribs. “He is rather scrumptious.”


    “Go on girl, I’m here to cover for you so take as long as you want,” Anna sniggered.

    Grabbing a coffee, Serena moved out from behind the desk and made a bee-line towards Philippe.

    “Bonsoir,” Philippe greeted her with a slight bow. “You are Serena, oui?”

    “Holy smoke! Be still my beating heart!” Serena murmured under her breath, “This guy is perfect!”

    Struggling to get her breathing under control, Serena held out her hand.

    “Yes, I’m Serena. I’m very pleased to meet you Philippe.” Then, taking a chance, she added, “I’m on my break now, would you like to join me?”

    Philippe smiled and nodded. Winking at Anna as they passed, Serena followed as he led the way upstairs.

    Serena, who until today, had been ready to tender her resignation from the run-down, tired old hotel, blessed the ancient staircase as she ascended, eyes firmly fixed on the tight male body preceding her. Philippe moved silently, with animal-like grace, his muscles flexing as he climbed.

    Turning, he smiled down at her and asked, “Shall we go onto the veranda, or would you feel comfortable coming to my room?”

    Startled, Serena struggled to respond, “Umm… we’ve only just met and…umm…”

    Philippe reached out and gently stroked her cheek, “I’m only suggesting coming to my room, nothing else. I have coffee there and a cake I wouldn’t mind sharing with you.”

    Thinking that sounds safe enough, Serena smiles and allows Philippe to take her hand. After all, Philippe is at the hotel to protect people. What could be safer than that?

    • Shane Arthur says:

      @:Lynne: Zowie! I have my popcorn out and I’m sittin on the edge of the couch waiting for more. 🙂

  7. Playing catch up, was out all week my wife was in hospital earlier in the week for most of it.

    Dinner Lost
    Chance encounter in the dark
    behind the perfect animal
    bow in control; arrow poised
    a moments grace disrupted
    break of a twig punishing cover
    dinner gallops away unscathed

  8. Rebecca says:

    @ Shane… Thank you! I often visit poweranimalsunleashed.com to find my power animal for the day. 🙂

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