Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #316

Today’s words come from our own Steve C. Show him what you’ve got.

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. Precautions
  2. Show
  3. Street
  4. Rarity
  5. Negotiation
  6. Prove
  7. Finger
  8. Make
  9. Criminal
  10. Part

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28 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #316”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jim was livid. “I’m not going back to Saturn. They can just keep the blasted rover.” He glanced at the summons as if to set it ablaze.

    Freda was more pragmatic. “You won’t be able to pay my fee.” She stabbed her finger at the hokey wall plaque above the entrance:

    All Sales Final

    Jim slumped. “But, it’s nasty up there! All the natives smell like burnt broccoli and it’s colder than an iceberg!”

    Freda shrugged. “You didn’t care when you were trying to impress Sheila. Now, listen. It’s a rarity that these matters ever get settled in their courts. Their idea of negotiation involves severing vital body parts until the criminal confesses. By then, the only thing left to settle is whether to bury or cremate.”

    “But, but I can prove that the accident was not my fault. All I have to do is show them the on-dash video. That urchin came out of nowhere!”

    Freda finally lost her patience. “Dammit, Jim. How can I make you see that all your precautions and sense of fair play are wasted on those savages? The only law is the law of the street! Now, strap up. The teleporter awaits.”

  2. […] is my submission for Creative Copy Challenge #316. Click on over and take the challenge yourself, or just read the comments to see what others have […]

  3. K says:

    Part I:

    Once upon a time, there thrives a species of bears threatened by plagues that should have blighted them from the earth long ago. Among the few congregations living in the forests of these southern lands, a cub by the name of Kala struggles living with an odd rarity bestowed to her by unknown means, and yes, the others in her pack receive this oddity of a creature with disdain and show her no lenience. In this world, nothing means more than proving that she could survive.

    Stars peek out from the sky, glittering against the inky darkness. Kala makes her way out of the dense bushels bursting with an abundance of berries and trudges toward the sound of trickling water. Compared to the bleached sunlight shining during the day, she adjusts better to the the dimness of the night, and her senses become more keen. On several occasions, she balances herself on two legs and walks but for the most part, remains on her four paws. The sound ascends in volume, and once Kala spots a blob of black fur resting on the bank of the river, she quickens her pace and stops besides the bear.

    “Jamar,” Kala addresses him. He whips around, revealing the familiar tan stripe of fur beneath his chin. Although he acknowledges her, Jamar refrains from going to her left side and loosens up as he settles by her right side.

    “Hi, Kala,” Jamar greets, baring his teeth. “Have you seen Sing anywhere? He said he was going into the woods to gather nuts, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

    “I haven’t,” Kala answers.

    “Oh. Well, do you want any?” Holding out his paw, a silvery fish thrashes around in it from the lack of water. Kala grunts at the sight of it.

    “No, you can keep that to yourself. How can you eat that? The stench of that is disgusting,” Kala comments.

    “Suit yourself. I think it’s pretty good,” Jamar slurps the fish into his mouth and gulps it down. “What are you down here? Thirsty?”

    “A bit,” she responds. Taking a drink from the river, she turns back to Jamar. “Grandmama told me I could go out to the river for a bit before eating the berries we gathered tonight. You?”

    “Sing and I might go back with you. You don’t mind. Do you, Kala?” she shook her head at his question. “I was catching some fish not long before you came. By the way, it looks like it’s about to rain. Isn’t it?” Jamar stares up at the sky. Kala follows suit, witnessing as the thick strata of clouds carry in the impending storm.

    “It looks bad,” Kala comments. “We need to go back.” Kala urges Jamar in the direction of the woods using her right paw while distancing her left paw. Her grandmama’s precautions ring in her head. She had said this storm would not carry the propensity of the other storms. If this is the case, the two had to part from the river and seek shelter. Jamar remains still, unmoved by her words.

    “Sing,” he says. “I got to find him before heading back. Are you going to help me or not?”

    “Of course I will,” Kala accepts without hesitation. The two venture into the forest. The dank forest floor welcomes the duo with the canopy towering over them, insects crawling underneath their paws, and foliage blocking their paths. Shoving the leaves aside, the two shout for Sing, yet no one replies. Creatures of the night prowl in their territory, leaving the bear cubs alone for the most part.

    “Sing!” Jamar calls out for the final time.

    “Jamar?” the voice interjects from above. Kala and Jamar crane their heads up and spot a slight bear with the same tan crest embedded into his fur on top of a tree’s branch. Sing’s eyes look down then center around Kala. “Kala’s here?”

    “Yes, brother. I found her by the river. Let’s go back to the group. Rain is coming.” Sing shares a furtive look then slides down the trunk of the tree, reuniting with Jamar and Kala. He flanks Jamar’s right side, wary of Kala’s presence. Glancing at her from time to time, Kala catches his eye, forcing Sing to bend his down to face the ground. Rain droplets fall to the ground at this time, increasing in intensity by the second. Trees, boasting their height in the air, protect them from the rain, but the rain soon beats on their heads as it picks up. The wind howls, seeming to cut through their fur. Brilliant flashes brighten the sky, and the vociferous thunder roars after the lightning. Kala winces at the sound and cowers at the sight of lightning. Jamar notices this, but Kala buffets the conditions and veers left. The three speed up, clamoring over where the settlement had been set up. Knowing this area better than the other two, Kala leads Jamar and Sing, but they achieve nothing except for water soaking their fur and slowing them down. Lightning and thunder grow in prominence and happen one second after the other. A bolt materializes in front of all of the cubs’ eyes, striking the columns of trees.

    Flames flicker and engulf the trees, devouring them from the leaves to the roots. Horror reflects from Kala’s eyes as she stops in front of the barrier. Paying no heed to Jamar and Sing’s cries and pleas, smoke rises from the top of the trees, and the smell of burnt meat permeates the air. One large bear screams of the failed negotiations with the leader, the alpha. Packs of her tribe turn tail and flee only to run into the flames conjured by the storm or attacked by the alpha’s tribe. Then, the fire warps into a fleshy finger, probing the stub near her paw.

    Criminal, Kala thinks as the stub reverts into a clunky object stained with blood.

    “No, Kala!” her grandmama’s faint voice reaches through to her. Providing her strength, Kala escapes the street of memories, swiping her surroundings with her left paw. It nullifies the stream of thoughts. A wail sounds at that instance. Flames dance on the trees, and the corrosive substance eats through more of the forest. Once sound registers in her mind, Kala gasps. Whipping around, Sing holds his cheek with his paw, but Jamar doubles over. Three deep lacerations embellish his chest near the tan crest.

    “Jamar,” Kala says, taking a step. She hold out her left paw. Sing stumbles on his paws while trying to back away from her.

    “G-get away from Jamar, you monster! I-I’ll attack you!” threatens Sing. Kala raises her left paw. Sing takes it as a sign of aggression and braces himself, defending Jamar. However, Kala examines the paw. Blood stains the tips of the weapon imbued on the cub’s paw, and it clangs dully on the ground as Kala permits it to lower to the ground. She peers into the forest, looking for an answer. Instead, she discerns the hulking figure of Grandmama in the distance. Grandmama approaches in her serene manner despite watching the macabre occurrence from afar. Guilt washes over Kala and plagues her. Continuous, vicious cycles never break even if she had wished earnestly, and this time, reality didn’t separate itself from Kala’s memory; the boundary between them now parallels.

  4. Liss Thomas says:

    Negotiations went into high gear when Ulvarg’s ultimatum arrived in the camp. Tomas led the war council in devising a strategy to storm the castle and take control but they wouldn’t avoid heavy casualties in the process.

    Jill straddled a branch high in an immense willow listening to the arguments. Layla stood on a branch a foot above her while Robbie sat closer to Jill. He no longer appeared as a human but when he took her hand and she didn’t pull away, she could tell he was smiling. Layla caught her eye and motioned them to follow. They climbed from the tree and followed Layla back the large tent they shared. Large cushions padded the floor and the top was translucent enough to see an occasional star. Jill lay on her back staring up. Layla lay opposite her, their heads almost touching. Robbie finished the triangle and laced his fingers with Jill’s.

    “They’ll never survive against the swarm,” Layla said.

    “You mean we won’t survive,” Robbie added. “Anyone within a 3 mile radius when those things are released are targets. It’s a rarity for them to leave anyone alive.”

    “A swarm of what exactly?” Jill asked.

    “Wasps, similar to the ones in your world but much bigger. They don’t sting but their bite is poisonous,” Robbie said.

    “How many make up the swarm?”

    “It’s hard to say but based on the sound they made, I’d guess hundreds,” Layla said.

    “What can we do?” Jill asked, her voice thick with exasperation. Robbie lightly squeezed her hand. It helped a little.

    “Any precautions taken against the swarm in the past have proven useless. Smoke just pisses them off,” Layla said.

    Jill thought about it for a while as they continued to stare at the ceiling. She remembered a few things from science class regarding bees and wasps. Their natural enemies include spiders and birds. She shuddered to think of how large a spider would have to be to prey on the wasps here.

    “So do they have any natural enemies like birds?” Jill asked. “Maybe we just need a big flock of birds to eat up the swarm.” Robbie chuckled but Layla sat up and stared down at her.

    “We may not be able to find a flock of birds but the swarm will only attack if they’re agitated. If Father catapults the swarm into the camp, that would make them angry enough to attack. But if they were released gently, perhaps they will just fly away,” Layla said.

    Jill and Robbie sat up at this. All three of them smiled.


    Tomas sat by the fire a few feet from the other wolves and thought of the impending battle. Part of him felt indignant and justified to fight for his freedom. The other part cringed to think of others fighting and dying in the streets for a criminal. He didn’t feel like one but in the eyes of the king, he was. Tom left the fire and walked back toward his tent. He quietly slipped into the children’s tent to check on them. He stopped just inside and listened. No sounds of sleeping. He rushed to one of the forms and snatched back the blankets. Pillows!

    Tom rushed from the tent in search of them but there were no where in the camp. He sought out Veelka next.

    “The children are gone. I need you to take me to the castle now!” Tom said.

    “If you show up there, Tomas, King Ulvarg will kill you on sight.”

    “Whatever those kids are up to, you came be certain Ulvarg will kill them if he catches them. It’s time I face him.”

  5. He took precautions.
    He showed respect.
    The street was clear – a rarity at that instant – but negotiation across proved to be difficult due to the hilltop.
    He crossed his fingers to make his dash like a criminal escaping a prison.
    He only remembers part of the accident.
    Moral: Don’t break down near a prison. While crossing a busy, dangerous street, an escaped criminal could sneak up behind you, bludgeon you, and steal your car.

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