Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #319

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. Remember
  2. Zero
  3. Knew
  4. Release
  5. Missing
  6. Send
  7. High
  8. Nothing
  9. Spin
  10. Slightly

NOTE: Don’t copy and paste from MS Word. Use a program like notepad that removes formatting or just type in the comment field itself. Also, finish your submission, THEN bold the words. Thanks. (And don’t forget to tweet this and share it with your friends.)


33 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #319”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Vicarious. Dexter Marshall probably didn’t know that word existed. Peeping Tom would have been more his speed. In fact, Old Dex might have taken a swing at anyone who called him a pervert. He was a connoisseur, thank you very much. He adjusted the Venetian blinds slightly, as his neck was beginning to cramp from holding the binoculars so high.

    Flirtatious. Anna-Marie definitely knew the meaning of the word. She was careful to send mixed messages that were sure to fry that old bastard’s brain. In her lonely bedroom, she would spin around with nothing on but a skimpy negligée. In the yard, or at the store, she paid Mr. Marshall zero attention and always acted as if she couldn’t remember that he was their neighbor.

    Murderous. That is the adjective the detective chose to paint the perp. But, as the body was still missing, he had no choice but to release the monster.

  2. Was super busy moving blog to new theme and hadn’t gotten a chance to showcase my creative side for a bit. Here is my entry today.

    Grave Danger

    Remember when she knew zero

    before the missing went missing

    and a high school press release

    would not send shivers of worry

    nothing but concern about this spin

    if only slightly worried were the problem

    grave news spreading faster and faster

    our children are in grave danger

    and our children now know it

    -Poem by Justin Germino

  3. Here’s my entry. I am in the process of migrating my blog to wordpress so the template is only temporary until I can get a .com account. So if it posts twice, I apologize. I think there is a link back somewhere.


  4. K says:

    Rose Tinted Glasses (On):

    Somewhere along the process of sketching out the idea, she had somehow managed to map every occurrence with eerie accuracy and knew that this had been the time. Everything seems to have fallen into place according to her intentions. Remembering to breathe, her head spins, and the image before her sends her higher into cloud nine.

    For these past four years, she has worshiped at the feet of this entity worthy of being an idol of a religion and has prayed for a chance to be the one beside him though the probability of occurrence has never hovered above zero. In attempts to become one with this entity, she attends every event imaginable that feature him then slightly brushes past him as he rushes along the red carpet. She speaks to him whenever the time arises, vying for his acceptance, yet he always asks the same question: have we met before? Nothing about that entity escapes her scrutiny as she monitors his actions and location on a daily basis. She learns more facts about his life than she knows more about herself. She remains faithful to this entity to this day and traps him inside her crimson heart fueled by passion. If possible, she would sell her soul to the reaper, and in return, ask for his presence around her to become permanent without outside interference; however, that wish has expired.

    As the timer goes off, she opens the oven door, reaches in, and pulls out a tray of cupcakes. She spends a moment adorning the confections with icing and sprinkles. Humming, she approaches the person sitting near the table with the fresh batch of cupcakes. Her eyes sparkle, taking in every inch of the entity with rapt interest. She giggles and offers him one. He says a word of thanks then takes a bite of the cupcake. Smiling, he compliments her on the taste. The girl swoons, believing that she had made the right choice in choosing a soul mate. Because of him, the doors to her heart open in such a short period of time, and she sees a different side to herself. He brings out a better side to her and needs her as much as she needs him.

    Rose Tinted Glasses (Off):

    Ropes bind him around his wrists and ankles in thick, tight knots, and a gag prevents his screams from echoing in the house. Although he should be thrashing and flailing around, his muscles slacken as his eyes glaze over in defeat. His pleas for release had been reciprocated with giggles, questions about his condition, or incomprehensible, slurred ramblings by his captor. Right now, his captor waits for the sweets baking in the oven, but her eyes behind those glasses glisten and stare into him as if trying to claim his soul. The timer dings, and the girl notices, taking out the tray of cupcakes. She decorates them then skulks toward him. Offering him one, she looks hurt when he tilts his head away. Even as he refuses, his captor has other plans and unties his gag. Before speaking, the girl stuffs a cupcake into his mouth. He almost chokes on it, but the girl smiles, having a sense that he had accepted it without her interference. She asks if it tasted good, yet she receives no reply. He swallows, staring at the headline of the newspaper laid on the table.

    ‘Star Missing Within in a Night,’ it reads with his photo beneath the headline.

  5. Remember when everything was super-duper?
    When you had zero issues and knew everything was beautiful?
    When you released your awe upon the missing pieces of an unknown world?
    When you sent good vibes to everything low and high, leaving nothing neglected?
    When a sit and spin was slightly less awesome than mommy and daddy’s hugs?
    Neither do I.

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