Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #322

Today we have Laura Spencer of Writing Thoughts choosing the words. They are a challenge, so step up.

(If you’re doing a series and these words don’t fit, you can always skip your series)

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. Egregious – outstandingly bad; flagrant
  2. Populist – A member or adherent of a political party that represents the interests of ordinary people.
  3. Chardonnay
  4. Ephemeral – Lasting for a very short time
  5. Dynamo
  6. Thermonuclear
  7. Expendable
  8. Constituent
  9. Infusion
  10. Deficit

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72 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #322”

  1. Jen says:

    Tried to keep this one short today. (Hi, guys, btw!)

    Sleep settled on her like a kind of populist, yearless Chardonnay, gross and overpoured. She suffered no deficit of sleep as an unwitting constituent of the health care system. They plied Margaux will all manner of infusions with lofty promises. The moments when she slept without her mind working like a thermonuclear reactor were both blessed and cursedly ephemeral.

    There had been a time when the cavity under the framework of her ribs was its own inferno for Lincoln. It was fiery and constant and in her young heart, nothing close to expendable. Her first, only, egregious romantic coupling ended not like Austen but like a Shakespearian tragedy. He had turned her into the bedroom dynamo of campus. Bastard. She cursed him again, his stench, his odor, his clean linen scent putrified in her dead nostrils.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    Armageddon was delayed. The tipsy technician had spilled a couple of drops of Chardonnay down the blouse of his amply endowed assistant. In surprise, she hauled off and smacked him silly. Through the ensuing haze of ephemeral stupidity, the embarrassed technician installed the dynamo backwards.

    Antoine de Chevalier was outraged by this egregious oversight. Somebody had delivered his expendable thermonuclear infusion pump in non-working condition. He didn’t know about spilled wine, but he was livid about the intelligence deficit of his contractors. He got on the horn and barked commands.

    Philippe Toussaint was amused by the screaming hand puppet. He didn’t know about the wine, either, but he assumed that most of his technicians were industry rejects. Toussaint was no Populist – he simply couldn’t afford to pay the going rate for the brightest engineers. After assuring the puppet that he was his most favored constituent, Toussaint hung up and buzzed in his secretary.

    Giselle Lepouf sashayed in, her stained blouse testimony to her dedication to the job.

  3. These look great! I’m off to write mine now…

  4. My entry for today

    Unwelcome Mutation

    With a dynamo deficit of morality

    an egregious Chardonnay infusion

    one populist expendable constituent

    ephemeral experience never remembered

    genetic alchemy in a cocktail glass

    a cellular thermonuclear reaction

    this patient now called mutant X

    -Poem by Justin Germino

  5. Here’s my try (I’m probably pretty rusty):

    The congresswoman was normally a real dynamo. On most days, nothing short of a thermonuclear reaction could slow her down.

    Today, however, she was really feeling the stress. She could use an infusion of energy about now. She would have preferred a strong cup of coffee, but all she had left in her office was a half a bottle of Chardonnay. It would have to do.

    Brrring! The phone rang again, just like it had been ringing all morning. It was probably another constituent calling, worried about the deficit. While she considered herself a populist politician, there was no way she could please everyone on this particular issue.

    No matter how much she wanted the issue to be ephemeral, she had a feeling she’d be dealing with it for a very long time. The current proposals to solve the problem were all egregious.

    Drats. Where was her assistant anyway? Didn’t he know how much she counted on him? It’s not like he was expendable, or anything.

  6. (If you’re doing a series and these words don’t fit, you can always skip your series) Please, Shane!!! These words got shanked!

    http://lissthomas.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/going-home-chapter-39-hidden-monsters/

  7. Sorry I’ve been M.I.A. so long guys. Life issues going on. Saw Laura was the creator of the words & just had to come over & play. πŸ˜‰
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    Okay, so maybe his egregious display was in poor taste. But, Jason did not care. A populist at heart, Jason resented the pretentiousness of the chardonnay crowd with their ephemeral view of consequences.

    His mind was an unchecked dynamo source of action, often producing thermonuclear results. He loathed the attitude that earth was an expendable playground for self-indulgent morons whose actions were a constituent of all that was foul.

    The infusion of greed and excess was a deficit of character he would never understand. Still, he could hear his mother’s voice.

    “Oh, Jason, did you really have to urinate on your father’s Aston Martin?”

  8. Chardonnay?” Shane asked, waving a half-empty carafe at me like a flag. “Popular with populists worldwide! The experience is ephemeral, with an infusion of kangaroo. James left it on the roof last night so it’s been breathing for a while.”

    “No thanks,” I replied, “I’ll stick to scotch and the accompanying deficit of brain cells. Why was James on the roof?”

    “Ah,” said Shane. “The constituent components of that particular escapade are particularly egregious. Let’s just say that I won’t be asking her to teach me yoga again, and leave it at that.”

    I swirled the last of the scotch in the glass, and downed it. “That makes sense. Or about as much sense as is necessary this morning.”

    Shane’s eyes gazed at the carpet. “It’s been a long time since you’ve dropped by,” he said.

    It had. I felt bad. “I’ve been…distracted,” I replied. “When I get pressed for time – which happens often these days, certain extracurricular activities become expendable.”

    “I understand. Jon keeps me spinning like a thermonuclear dynamo,” he said. “But we make time for things we consider important.” He looked straight at me, and through me.

    I got up to leave, a bit wobbly but functional. “I know. I’ll be back. Eventually.”

    “I’ll be here,” Shane said. “Any time you’re ready.”

    I paused outside the door to examine the roof, which was littered with half-conjugated verbiage and decorated with empty glasses. “Writers,” I thought, “one could not ask for better companions in this life.”

  9. K says:

    Forget the expendables. Forget the populists. Who do you think sponsors this in your honor? While you slave around in your lab mumbling about thermonuclear theories, those populists convene with the higher officials, stealing the constituents’ tax money while at dinner drinking chardonnay.

    Hush. Stop spouting your egregious apprehensions, and continue the process. You’ve always felt as if there were a deficit of technological evolution. Isn’t that right?

    Don’t turn back. No one watches your actions when cooped up in this lab. No one hears the strange voices emanating from the door. No one has a clue to what your up to. Face it. This infusion will be brilliant. Now what are you waiting for? Fire up the dynamo;you have no time to waste. It is time for your greatest work to come into fruition in the name of science.

  10. Shane Arthur says:

    Did this one in about 30 seconds. Love the freestyle.

    It’s egregious.
    It’s not populist or popular.
    It’s like stale Chardonnay and an ephemeral buzz.
    A dynamo stuck inside a thermonuclear idea.
    Expendable to time
    A constituent of the misery.
    I need an infusion to fill the deficits that old age delivered.


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