Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #318

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. Hidden
  2. Higher
  3. Bring
  4. Passion
  5. Miracle
  6. Polished
  7. Slick
  8. Simple
  9. Reckless
  10. Dramatic

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26 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #318”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    When the agenda was hidden, the politician appeared to be a polished statesman who had the simple task of answering to a higher authority. And he was admired for the integrity and passion embodied in his service to the country.

    The intrepid investigator, with her own flair for the dramatic, exposed the slick carpetbagger for the reckless plunderer that he was. The agenda, surprisingly, remained hidden. She was able to bring about this miracle transformation from saint to sinner merely by hinting at an illicit liaison.

  2. […] is my submission for Creative Copy Challenge #318. Click on over and take the challenge yourself, or just read the comments to see what others have […]

  3. Cautiously, the mysterious figure entered the dark room.

    Discreetly, he moved effortlessly about the space, remaining hidden among the shadows. His eyes zeroed in on the freshly polished china, glimmering against the moonlight. A smile slowly appeared on his face as he pulled out a simple bag.

    He approached the cabinet and careful not to be reckless, emptied the contents. He had no flair or need for dramatic presentation; there was no audience watching his every move. And that’s how he liked it. He grabbed a fork to bring it higher to his eyes so as to gather a look at this precious piece of fine silverware.

    Suddenly, he heard a noise and quickly turned towards it. A light flicked on somewhere and a commotion could be heard.

    Drats, he thought to himself, they are not supposed to be home yet.

    As he made his escape, his passion for breaking and entering would have to be postponed for now. To the untrained eye, it would appear a miracle> as to how he always manages to escape.

    But he is slick and always stays three steps ahead.

  4. K says:

    It takes a miracle to find the reversal to this. I wake up from the hidden hypnosis I’ve been put under, yet my eyes have always been glazed open. The ash and dust bring me a step closer to the truth as I breathe in the toxic chemicals. Life now entitles higher stakes than before; I had to shape up before I break down under these conditions. No one regards a stranger with warmth as before. Things change, and I recover from the backlash last. Suspicions and paranoia debilitate the healthy and weaken their passion. Yes, it isn’t that simple. Recklessness leads to death, but reality doesn’t post things in black and white. I once remember that guy who had his hair slicked back with a tube of gel and polished the badge he brandished each day. Perhaps his name had been engraved on one of the stones out on the patch of field. This is it: an apocalypse. It shouldn’t have to be this dramatic. Humankind shouldn’t have to cower in fear and perish senselessly for days on end but here we are, painting ourselves red to match that fate of ours. I had once been a part of that crowd, but I’ve woken up and have felt a surge in my bones.

    The sun hasn’t died and shines down upon this earth. Draw strength from this. Raise the flags, and show indomitable bravery. Wear the clothes with pride, and spread the cries and wails of those unable to protect their lives. Welcome to the new age. Let the stubborn human spirit become radioactive, and destroy the ones that threaten our existence.

  5. […] She and Layla stood before the Wolf King, his features a mixture of hatred and satisfaction.  “We found them in the swarm room releasing the wasps,” The Grey said. “And where is the young jackal?” Ulvarg asked. “He received fatal injuries from the swarm.  I sent him to the cells so his mother could watch him die,” The Grey said. “A fitting death indeed,” Ulvarg said.  “And you bring me a traitor, Grey.  One that has been hidden from me, my own daughter.”  He turned to Layla and frowned.  “This will be the last time you bring shame to your family, Laylianna.” “My King, let me deal with her.  Once mated, I will make sure dramatic improvements are made to her loyalty.  That is, if I have your blessing.”  The Grey ran a heavy hand down the back of Layla’s neck, wrenching her head back by the hair. “Then she is yours, Grey.  Perhaps she will show a higher regard for your authority.” The Grey smiled and jerked Layla toward the door.  She fought him and clamped her teeth down on his hand.  The Grey howled in pain before he back handed her.  She fell to the polished stone floor, her bleeding lip making a slick spot where she fell.  The Grey snatched her up ready to inflict more blows.  He demonstrated a real passion for causing pain. “Father!  You can’t do this to me!” Layla cried. Jill fought also.  She needed to get free.  She needed to help her friend.  She kicked hard at the guard behind her and slammed her head back connecting with his nose.  He flinched and she broke free but Ulvarg grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her back.  He pulled a sword from the guard’s sheath and held it to her neck.  Jill froze.  They needed a miracle and fast. The door to the King’s throne room opened and everyone stopped.  Veelka came through, his eyes like stone and behind him stood Tomas. CCC#318 […]

  6. It’s a hidden menace, with pain higher than ANY other.
    It brings you to your knees and robs your passion for life.
    You pray for miracles to take you away from the pain.
    The inflamed reddish-purple skin seems polished and slick.
    The crystals are simply reckless in their damage.
    I’m not being dramatic.
    Do whatever you can to avoid getting gout.

  7. […] She and Layla stood before the Wolf King, his features a mixture of hatred and satisfaction.  “We found them in the swarm room releasing the wasps,” The Grey said. “And where is the young jackal?” Ulvarg asked. “He received fatal injuries from the swarm.  I sent him to the cells so his mother could watch him die,” The Grey said. “A fitting death indeed,” Ulvarg said.  “And you bring me a traitor, Grey.  One that has been hidden from me, my own daughter.”  He turned to Layla and frowned.  “This will be the last time you bring shame to your family, Laylianna.” “My King, let me deal with her.  Once mated, I will make sure dramatic improvements are made to her loyalty.  That is, if I have your blessing.”  The Grey ran a heavy hand down the back of Layla’s neck, wrenching her head back by the hair. “Then she is yours, Grey.  Perhaps she will show a higher regard for your authority.” The Grey smiled and jerked Layla toward the door.  She fought him and clamped her teeth down on his hand.  The Grey howled in pain before he back handed her.  She fell to the polished stone floor, her bleeding lip making a slick spot where she fell.  The Grey snatched her up ready to inflict more blows.  He demonstrated a real passion for causing pain. “Father!  You can’t do this to me!” Layla cried. Jill fought also.  She needed to get free.  She needed to help her friend.  She kicked hard at the guard behind her and slammed her head back connecting with his nose.  He flinched and she broke free but Ulvarg grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her back.  He pulled a sword from the guard’s sheath and held it to her neck.  Jill froze.  They needed a miracle and fast. The door to the King’s throne room opened and everyone stopped.  Veelka came through, his eyes like stone and behind him stood Tomas. CCC#318 […]


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