Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #298

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. Roll
  2. Fix
  3. Escape
  4. Alter
  5. Constant
  6. Approach
  7. Far
  8. Between
  9. Crawl
  10. Slip

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33 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #298”

  1. […] is my submission for Creative Copy Challenge #298. Click on over and take the challenge yourself, or just read the comments to see what others have […]

  2. Gravity was established in the third tick. That enabled Chaos and Velocity to escape with 99 per cent of the universe’s attributes between them. Gravity was left with only two: attraction and decorum.

    Poppa Bang was not pleased. His one chance to create the perfect domain was shattered by the errant sneeze. Unfortunately, the Council of the Tesseract refused to hear his case. The decision was as swift as it was arbitrary – We do not wish to set a precedent, whereby anyone can approach this Council whenever it is desired to fix a domain. Our hypercubic existence depends on the preservation of each equation, constant and plane. Your petition to alter vertex 1001 is hereby denied.

    Poppa Bang uttered the first expletive in the 91st tick. The offensive word traveled far into the void of the 9th domain, where Chaos and Velocity were fighting over the jetsam of their father’s nostrils. Chaos thought the word was hilarious and, while doubled over in laughter, let slip her stranglehold on time and acceleration. Velocity grabbed the two attributes and immediately brought the proceedings to a crawl. The last attribute hung in the void between them: justice.

    Chaos was trapped. The balance of power had tipped to her brother. Yet, she still held chance, seduction and forgetfulness. So, she fashioned a paradise and a potent drink of lotus leaves and beckoned to Velocity.

    “I’ll roll you for it.”

  3. The weight of her book bag forced her shoulders close together. With every step, her upper back begged for an escape. It was 7am and as usual the bus was late and as usual she decided to walk the 2 miles to school. If her mother knew she was walking there would be hell to pay. But there is always hell to pay, so she didn’t see any difference. The bag started to slip down and like a seasoned acrobat, Teresa rounded her back and hoisted the thing back in place. In between a crack on the sidewalk, she spotted something that appeared to be blinking. She started to count the blinks as she approached. 1 stop. 2 stop. 3 stop.

    The clouds hung low and little sunlight cracked through. As she got closer to the light, the intensity grew but the pattern was off. 1, 2, 3, stop. 1,2 stop. 1, 2, 3, 4 stop. Teresa had to look away to focus her eyes. When she returned her eyes to the light, the blinking had stopped altogether. She noticed the object had rolled close to her sneaker, like a dog waiting to be pet. It was the size of a racquetball, smooth and black. She set her backpack down and squatted low to get a better view. There was no apparent hole from what she could observe where the light may have been coming from. She crawled on all fours around the ball squinting her eyes and smelling around it. Teresa unzipped the front pocket of her book bag and pulled out a bunch of pencils. She poked the ball with the end of an eraser and waited. It didn’t budge. It appeared to weigh more than she thought.

    Glancing at her watch, she realized she had 10 minutes to walk over a mile to school. She was too far, she would have to run. Throwing the pencils back in her bag she decided to grab the ball and inspect it more later. She wrapped her hand around the top and slowly tried to lift it. The ball did not budge. She felt tiny shocks on her fingers. She remembered the time she visited the Children’s museum and they had an exhibit that gave the same sensation when you touched it. She opened her bag and searched around for her sweater. Her mother would nag her each morning to take one despite the unaltered 80+ degree weather they experienced year round.

    Wrapping the sweater around the ball, she once again grabbed hold of it, this time with both hands and again the ball didn’t budge. When she pulled back the sweater, the blinking light appeared. It was constant again. 1 stop. 2 stop. Teresa was amazed by its beauty. Her eyes were fixed on the translucent, fuzzy line that stretched high into the sky as if sending a code into space past the grey clouds. That was it! A code! It’s trying to communicate with someone. Teresa wrapped her sweater around the ball and glanced at her watch. She was officially late. She hoisted her book bag onto her shoulders and started to run in the direction of her school. Once she reached the end of the street, she glanced back and up into the air. The light was gone. And so was her sweater.

  4. Watching the drop of rain roll down the shattered pane brought memories of blood down a face so innocent.

    He could no longer fix all that was wrong with his life nor escape the madness it had become. Only after he traced the scarlet tear did the constant ache find a lodging for its pain. For now.

    He heard the approach of the detective as worn soles crushed the crackling snow of death. How far had he come to witness the barbarity between then and now? Would he crawl into the depths of his soul or let the answers slip into a night no longer silent?

    How much longer until he killed again?

    How much longer until they stopped him?

    “Stop him. Please stop him.”

  5. Liss Thomas says:

    Jill woke in a large bedroom. She looked around and noticed a bay window to her right. Outside she saw rolling mountaintops and a cloudless summer sky. She turned and found her father’s eyes watching her from a recliner. He looked like he’d slept there all night. He smiled and approached her bed. Jill threw her arms around his neck as soon as he sat down.

    The door opened and a young woman walked in. Her dark curly hair was pulled back in a long French braid down her back. She walked with a grace any girl would die for and her flawless skin reminded Jill of cocoa and honey.

    “How is my patient this morning?” she asked.

    “I feel fine. But I remember being attacked by the wolf.” Jill paused and examined herself feeling little pain and finding very few scars. The thought of the attack made her skin crawl and she shuddered.

    “I’m a healer. It’s what I do best. You escaped with some serious injuries but I was able to cure them quickly,” the woman said as she set a small tray of fruits and sweet breads in front of Jill. Saal entered the room next and pulled Tom aside to chat.

    All conversation stopped as a giant of a man stormed into the room. His faced seemed set in a constant scowl.

    “You were correct, Saal. You must have been tracked. A uniformed man is watching the house not far from here, about two miles.” He stopped talking and looked at the people in the room, who’d gone quiet and slack jawed. “What?” he growled.

    “You’re so tall, Vrag!” Tom said.
    “And big!” Saal added.
    “And handsome!” the woman said smiling. Jill giggled.

    “ump,” Vrag growled as he continued. “I can only alter my appearance so much; deal with it. “Anyway, I found the tracker and killed it.”

    “You killed the officer?” Tom shouted.

    “I wish,” Vrag said. “I killed the device he used to track you. He’d set it between the two back wheels of that thing you came in.” Vrag stormed to the far window and wrenched the curtains open. He scanned the horizon and stopped, his eyes fixed on his target. He pointed two fingers to his eyes then out the window before he jerked the curtains shut again. “I didn’t detect any listening devices so I think we’re safe to talk. No one shifts. We stay human.”

    He approached Jill next in a huff. She pulled the covers up high. Only her eyes showed as she looked up at the large man.

    “Even as a human, I’m still bigger and a hundred times stronger than you. You are agile and swift and you will need to be clever if you want to escape our training sessions unscathed.” He looked back to the young woman, “Is she fit to start, Elyen?”

    “Yes, Vrag,” Elyen said.

    “Good, we start in one hour,” Vrag said pointing a mean beefy finger in Jill’s face before he turned to leave.

    “Vrag, you should be nicer!” Elyen chided.

    “Why? I’m not nice to anyone,” Vrag said as he reached the door.

    “You’re nice to me,” Elyen said.

    Vrag stopped and turned. He stormed back to Elyen who watched his approach with poorly concealed amusement. He stopped in front of her and pointed his beefy finger at her.

    “I’m nice to you because I love you…. And you’re my mate,” he said. His tone still sounded gruff and mean but Jill saw a slip of humor twitch at his lips. “And you look very pretty,” he finished. Elyen smiled wider and tapped her cheek to request a kiss. “And nobody tells me what to do!” Vrag growled loudly as he kissed her forehead instead before he turned and stormed out.

    Jill smiled at the couple then frowned. “Training for what?” she asked.

  6. […] Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #298 […]

    • zennjennc says:

      Basement Escape

      Here’s the text fromt the ping back…

      Basement Escape

      As Alex slipped further into Mrs. Helms’s lair, the shelves were overflowing, forcing him to crawl on all fours. A noisome haze settled between the stacks of magazines and books. Alex altered his course away from the source and approached the basement door with caution. He quietly opened the door and rolled down the basement stairs. The haze was constant and choking in the basement. On the far wall, Alex spotted a small window. He spotted a heavy can. Fixing his sights on the window. He threw, loudly shattering the window.

      “I hope the old witch, Mrs. Helms, doesn’t hear that,” he muttered as the fumes began escaping to the yard. A moan brought his attention back to the mission at hand. Joseph was chained to the wall barley conscience. Alex pulled at the changes up was able able to release his friend. He found another heavy can and pounded the ring anchors out the wall.

      “Man she is definitely going to hear that. Wake up, Joseph, I can’t get you through that window on my own.” Alex shook his friend. Joseph regained some consciousness, but not his wits.

      “Wha…”

      “Window. Escape. Now.” Alex commanded as he gave his friend a boost and hoisted himself out the window as Mrs. Helms came down the stairs shouting ancient curses at them.

      The boys ran across the yard and hopped the fence only to turn around when they were safely down the block to see the house up in flames.

  7. Roll with it or fix it.
    Escape it or alter it.
    Constantly approach it or run far away from it.
    Crawl between it or slip away forever.

  8. Markus says:

    I little late, but here is my entry 🙂

    New York, January 14 2013
    Last night, around 11 o’clock, the Independent Pioneers Bank has been robbed by a trio of masked man. They made their approach around 10.54 in black sedans with blinded windows. After entering the bank, the staff was held up and the doors were closed. One of the robbers is presumed to be a computer technician since he altered the security systems in minutes after their arrival. According to bank personnel, one of the robbers panicked shortly after, left the building and made his escape. The other two were left behind confused, but returned to their plan to empty the largest safe. Missing one member, their actions slowed down to a crawl. It took them somewhere in between twenty-five and thirty minutes to fix and setup the explosives. What they didn’t know was that one of the bank employees had made his way back to his desk and had activated the silent alarm, which wasn’t far off. The constant bickering of the bank robbers had created an opening for the man to slip trough the room. It didn’t take long before the authorities arrived and the robbers realized they had to leave. One of them managed to get to his car, but failed to get away in time. In his hurry he hit the sidewalk sending his vehicle into a spin, followed by a roll. He has been taken into custody, as was his companion who tried to escape on foot. The police are still looking for the third suspect who left few traces. The police will appreciate any clues (which can be reported anonymously) which will help to bring justice to these perpetrators.

    (This might sound really stupid, but for some reason I can’t figure out how to bolden the keywords, any tips?)

  9. Carsonb says:

    It’s an icy Thursday morning and she’s wearing nothing but a slip. Once it was white. Then it was eggshell. Now it is gray. It matches your heavy work coat. It matches her housekeeper’s smock.

    She’s eating a roll slathered in margarine, watching a bug crawl across the formica. Hate in her eyes.

    The constant fluttering of the overhead fluorescent keeps time with the old clock. Click-clack. Click-clack.

    Six a.m. Fix a cup of coffee. Get ready for another cold day.

    How do you escape poverty? How do you un-engrave granite? The working poor just keep working. Just keep being poor. It’s a constant. Grinding click-clack every day, every week, every month, click-clack years pass until someone gives up.

    Maybe you can fix it, though. For a minute. Alter her reality. Approach her with a fantasy.

    “Let’s go far away. To that little country between France and Spain up in the mountains. We’ll have a castle. We’ll have real butter. We’ll order pizza. We’ll have credit cards, two working cars, three fuzzy white dogs and I’ll call you Madame.

    Only one rule: You can’t screw the butler unless I get to screw the maid. Whaddya say?”

    “You’re already screwing the maid.”

    Damn right.

  10. For this one, I instead was inspired by 2 abstract Haiku’s instead of a single contiguous poem.

    Fix It

    Roll past this exit

    Alter your approach instead

    Try to fix the plan

     

    Continuum

    Slip far between space

    Escape the constant starlight

    Time becomes a crawl

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