Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #295

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.) NOTE: Our bolding plugin is gone, so you’ll have to put <b> and </b> around each of your words if you want them to stand out, but NOT REQUIRED THOUGH.

  1. Still
  2. Lost
  3. Crash
  4. Flame
  5. Heavy
  6. True
  7. Climb
  8. Guess
  9. Front
  10. Keep

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51 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #295”

  1. Liss Thomas says:

    I wrote two previous chapters so if you want to catch up on what happened check them out on my blog.

    Chapter 11 – http://lisscthomas.blogspot.com/2012/12/ambush-hidden-monsters-chapter-11.html

    Chapter 12 – http://lisscthomas.blogspot.com/2012/12/wolves-on-hunt-chapter-12.html

    Continuation…

    “Jill? It’s ok. Open the door”, Tom said.

    Jill still had her doubts but she hit the unlock button and climbed into the backseat. The man opened the door and leaned in. Wordlessly he held his hand out to her. She fished the car keys from her pocket and dropped them in his hand. He then turned to Tom and motioned him outside. The man then closed the door and locked it.

    Jill watched as they strolled toward a wooded area. Judging by her father’s reaction to the man, she guessed it was Saal, although she wasn’t sure how he’d found them. Jill kept watching the tree line for their return but as they lingered, her eyes grew heavy. Exhausted from their escape, she tucked herself under the thick blankets and crashed.

    Flashing lights and murmurings invaded Jill’s dreams. She reluctantly opened her eyes to a crowd of police and firemen surrounding the car. They tapped on the windows and yelled at her through the glass.

    “Are you lost? Where are your parents? Open the door. We want to help you.”

    They thought she was lost? She focused on the front dash and realized she’d been asleep for over two hours. Saal and her father weren’t back and apparently someone had noticed her sleeping in the car.

    “I’m fine. My Dad should be back soon,” she assured them. They didn’t buy it. The lie only flamed their resolve to help her. An officer jimmied at the lock and soon it popped open. He unlocked the doors and two officers stationed at the back opened the back doors in unison.

    “Why don’t you come with us? We’ll help you find your father,” a young woman officer said. She held her arms out to Jill.

    “My Dad’s coming back,” Jill said in a small voice but doubts began to creep into her mind. She didn’t know for sure who the man was that left with her father. He never spoke. He could have been another wolf, sent to take her father away and kill him. Maybe it had been the only way to protect her. She suddenly felt very cold and started to cry.

    “Did he say he was coming back?” the woman officer asked.

    True, he hadn’t said so, she just assumed it. But he would never leave her. Jill pushed away from the woman. The officer behind her wrapped his arms around her and hauled her from the car as she screamed and protested.

    “Let me go! Go away!” she shouted as she kicked and flailed against the man. Her mind returned to the wolves hunting her and it increased her panic.

    “Daddy! Daddy!” she screamed.

  2. Kathleen Kline says:

    “Stay … still,” Isabella said softly with her lips so near to his ear that he felt their movement as she spoke. “Let me get this for you,” she said as she slid her hands under his snug cardigan.

    He felt her soft fingertips on his abdomen, then his ribs. The coolness of the air bumped into his skin as his torso began to become exposed. Small goose bumps began to rise as her hands continued upward and his sweater came up exposing his pictorials.

    She paused. Her audible deep sigh caused his body to warm.

    “If she keeps this up,” he said to himself, smiling, knowing, even now, his worries about rising to the occasion need only to fade.

    As she lifted the garment higher … the distance she had been trying to keep from him decreased, failing momentarily. Her breasts brushed up against him. Her breathing halted. Slowly pulling away from him she abandoned the removal of his shirt.

    Her eyes fell to his exposed skin as her hands slowly trailed down his chest. Her interest in the unseen began to grow. Her focus was strong. She did not notice he had finished removing his own shirt.

    He reached for her placing an index finger under her chin. He gently encouraged her chin upward. She willfully allowed the slightly forced movement, following the request. Her head slightly titled back … their eyes met.

    “I love the flecks of brown in your green eyes,” he said softly, pausing to drink them in before lowering his mouth to her’s.

    Their lips met; as he lightly kissed her his free hand slowly wrapped around her waist. His fingers effortlessly found the edge of her sweater. He let his hand linger on the small of her back while he began to deepen his kiss, but not for long.

    His hand slipped beneath the sweater. He was rewarded with skin. Soft, smooth skin on the convex curve of her lower back. He pulled her into him. Their hips met. She did not resist. His hand traveled up to the middle of her back. He pulled her upper body into his as his lips trailed down her cheek to her neck. He teasingly picked up some of her skin in his teeth.

    Isabella’s hands dawdled while making their way around his waist.
    Lost in the moment he took a deep breath without forethought. The beating of her heart involuntarily increased, blood began rushing through her veins heating her skin. Subtle hints of her perfume were breathed in. He let go of the skin between his teeth placing his lips there instead.

    Both of his hand now held her, one on each hip. He pulled her even closer to him. She would not have to guess if he was pleased with what he held in his hands. Their groins tingled.

    “My I?” he said looking her in the eye as his hands rested upon denim and skin.

    “Yyy…eeeee…ssss.”

    He slowly slipped his hands upward. In doing so he exposed her torso… pausing with much anticipation as his fingertips were greeted by lace. He took a deep breath and raised her shirt up over her head.

    “Ohhhh,” was all she barley heard as she saw only the threads of her sweater. The lavender blindness only lasted a few moments. She finished taking the sweater off as he stared, mesmerized at the fullness of her breasts cupped by satin and lace. His left hand moved around to her back while his right moved up. He gently brushed her breast with the back of his hand before allowing his index finger to trace the edge of her skin where the satin held it back.

    The soft crash of the sweater on the ground fell on deaf ears.

    His finger lingered, slipping behind the satin intermittently, just before he cupped her breast fully in his hand. Their eyes met again as he look for approval before advancing on more of his true desires.

    Her hands slowly grasped his back to steady her. Lowering his head to the crook of her neck was like a magnet pull than a voluntary movement. The heavy pull of his lips to her skin was subconscious and uncontrolled. She arched her back into his left hand, which helped steady her, as his lips contacted her skin.

    Their knees bent, or was that her’s buckling and him gracefully supporting her decent to the ground….

    The flame of the bon fire caused shadows to <bclimb up and down her skin.

    “May I move you closer…”

    “Yes,” she said with a smile.

    “To in front of the fire, I mean?” he finished his sentence. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

    Internal heat warmed them both, but she nodded gently as he moved them closer to an evening of warmth.

  3. […] Creative Copy Challenge #295 […]

  4. The still was well-hidden from the main road. Jeb got lost after he crashed the ’51 Coupe. The bluish flame made Jeb cry for the heavy loss of true, pure moonshine.

    As he climbed from the burning wreck, he took a guess that the front grille pointed to Thunder Road. He decided to keep walking in that direction.

    No way he was going to get home before the stroke of midnight.

    I hope the rest of y’all make it home to toast the New Year.

  5. My word processor crash-landed me in unfamiliar territory. My last coherent thought lay in flames at my feet. Stranded in the middle of a paragraph, I climbed a serifed T and surveyed the page. From where I sat, the words looked hostile, ready to gather and pronounce a death sentence.

    “Still lost?” you asked. When I finally spotted you, there in the scraggly underbrush of an unedited tangle of words, you were struggling to disarm a rhetorical device.

    “I guess.”

    “Well, keep to the front matter. Ditch any heavy prose you’re carrying – it won’t serve you well here. Stay true to your own, inner voice – it won’t steer you wrong.”

    “You sound like something out of the self-help section.”

    “I don’t know about that. Not many books on writing, over there, these days. Apparently. Now hush while I fiddle with this metaphor. It’s started to turn dark and humorless.”

    “Oh, I see. And you would be…?”

    “Just a tired editor about to fall into a comma.”

    Happy new year, everyone!
    http://race2hugo.net/blog/2012/12/prima-mater/

    • Kathleen Kline says:

      Holly — I like it. Thanks for the smiles.
      Happy New Year,
      Kathleen

    • Holly, did the editor pause for effect, or did she just come to a full stop? I declare, you could do a story about The Alphabet Song and entertain us.

      Happy New Year to you, too!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

      • Oh, throwing the gauntlet again, are you? Okay – I’ll take your challenge, Mitch!

        “A, B, C…”

        “Yeah, I see you over there. I know what you’re trying to do.”

        “D, E, F, G…”

        “Gee wiz, stop that! Don’t want it.”

        “H, I…”

        “Spells ‘hi’ Still don’t want it.” Tommy clamped his lips together and glared at me.

        “J, K, L…” I lifted the spoon and raised an eyebrow, mentally coaxing Tommy to open his mouth. I opened mine to show him how it’s done. It’s a mother thing.

        “‘ell no, I’m not two. Stop that.”

        “Fine, but you’re acting two. And you have to eat something.”

        “Why?”

        “No, Y comes later. Next one’s M.”

        “Screw you.”

        “So impatient, Tommy. We’ll get to U in good time. M, N, O…”

        “No!”

        “P…” I heard a hiss of hot urine on plastic, as if on cue. Tommy looked like he was ready to kill me. I was half hoping he’d muster the miraculous ability to get out of the chair and try. With head trauma, spine trauma, and the uncertainty of a 70% chance he’d never walk again, Tommy was in a rotten foul mood, and my attempts to cheer him up with alphabet soup as we worked on language skills wasn’t helping much. “Q, R, S, T, U…I love you, you know?”

        “V, W, X…” Grudgingly, slowly, Tommy joined in. “Why?”

        “That’s right, Y…”

        “No, why – keep trying, um, put up with me?”

        “Because there’s still no one else I’d rather grab my Z’s with, Tommy.” At that, my poor, broken husband grinned enough for me to stick the spoon between his lips. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop smiling, as he swallowed the soup.

      • As for the editor, the comma bats swooped out of the darkness and carried him away.

      • finger snaps.

        Nice one!

    • Liss Thomas says:

      Did you talk to my editor… after she survived the coma… or comma (my nemesis).
      I loved it!!!

    • @Holly: You’re a word-slinger indeed!

  6. Be still my lost years. You’ve crashed in flamesheavy but true.

    Can’t climb out.

    Can’t guess why.

    The coming years are front and center now. I’ll make sure they keep you company.


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