Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #336

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. Stage
  2. Yes
  3. Chef
  4. Outstanding
  5. Puppet
  6. Hub
  7. Apart
  8. Nod
  9. Tense
  10. Soulless

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11 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #336”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    In the darkened room, apart even from the adjacent chambers, sat a brooding, evil programmer. He appeared to be tense – whether from gustatory anticipation or imminent doom, the observers couldn’t tell. He was well aware that he was a macabre puppet on mankind’s vilest stage, about to perform a pas de deux with the devil himself.


    Raymundo Piñón had it all. As head chef of the only five-star restaurant in the tiny Dutch town of Wijk aan Zee, he was that rare man who could have his cake and eat it, too. He spared no expense in obtaining the finest ingredients for his kitchen. Only the best staff prepared his outstanding dishes. Of course, the choicest morsels found their way onto his plate.

    Raymundo was on top of the world the day he crashed to earth. He had been preparing a lavish buffet for the final evening of the annual chess tournament. 36 grandmasters and twice as many mere mortals converged on the social hub of Wijk aan Zee. Many had started drinking at the hotel after collecting their winnings. Several were tipsy but nearly all were in high good humor.

    One unhappy mortal entered the restaurant, made a beeline for the bar, and quickly downed two shots of poison. Thus fortified, he began to rail against the tournament organizers. In a loud, gruff burr, he accused them of stealing his rightful winnings. He had proof, and he invited several of the younger female competitors to accompany him back to his room to view it.

    Raymundo heard the commotion in the dining room and made the fatal mistake of coming out of his kitchen. The brief confrontation with the sore loser ended with a violent shove. Raymundo cracked his skull against the bar and died.


    In the darkened room, the brooding man waved off the priest and gave a haughty nod to the warden. The door clanged. A guard wheeled in a silver platter laden with tasty food. Mouthing a silent “Yes!”, the soulless man dug in.

  2. Ashley says:

    “Goodness,” Azula crooned, “you are quite contagious, aren’t you?”

    Her voice was like a caress that traveled throughout his entire body. And he couldn’t stop his already tense muscles from shuddering in response. Obsidian, like the many others before him, had been fooled by the beautiful woman in front of him by her innocent angelic charm. But she was anything but innocent. She was a dangerous, seductive woman that always got what she wanted. Azula was always found at the hub of everything, like life itself revolved around her. She was a destructive force that wiped out everything in her path without mercy or remorse.

    Her narrowed blue-purple gaze watched as he shifted on his feet, before he darted forwards his sword in hand. Azula’s lips curved into a malicious smirk as she sidestepped his attack at the last moment and hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of her sword. Obsidian’s vision blacked out for a moment, before he swiftly turned on his heel with his sword whistling through the air towards her neck. Mere inches from her neck; she lifted her sword and parried his attack with ease.

    Azula was an outstanding fighter, especially with a sword. No one has been able to beat her, yet, but Obsidian was determined to be the one to do the impossible. So, they circled each other looking for any opening. The two were like actors up on a stage acting out their parts in a play. If it weren’t for the fact that they were on an actual pirate’s ship and fighting with real swords, this would have made quite a scene for a play.

    Azula quickly grew bored with their continued circling of each other and darted at him. Her sword sliced at his arm lightly cutting it open, allowing blood to well up and stain his white shirt. Obsidian hissed and drew away as she swung her sword nearly cutting him again. The fight went on like this with him only being able to knick her once on the face as tried to dodge her attacks to the best of his abilities.

    A loud bang above them distracted him long enough for Azula to hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of her sword, causing him to crumple to the ground. As he lay on the ground, the door to the room opened to reveal Caedes, Azula’s second in command, his soulless black eyes sweeping the room as he strode over towards Azula with his long legs quickly eating up the distance. The man was like a puppet, never showing emotions and doing as told without complaint or thought, except when he was driven by bloodlust.

    “I wish to leave, Caedes,” Azula commanded.

    Yes, of course, princess,” Caedes replied, his voice remaining monotone as he spoke.

    The pair walked towards the door to leave. Obsidian wanted to yell at her and that this fight wasn’t over, but his speech evaded him as he lay on the ground watching the two leave.

    “Is Amaranth ready,” Azula questioned, as Caedes held open the door for her and he nodded his head in answer to her question. “Good.”

    With that the two finally left the room, leaving Obsidian lying next to the man, who had been the chef on his ship. Azula had killed the man, since he had gotten in the way of her true purpose, which had been to kill him and it seems that she had succeed with her goal. His body hurt and he could feel the red liquid flowing from his wounds to pool around him on the floor. He had no doubts in his mind that he was dying. But as he looked at one of the cuts on his arm, he found that it was quite shallow and just looked fatal. Sitting up, he looked at the rest of the cuts that littered his body to find that they too were shallow and that apart from the blows to the back of his head none of the wounds that had been inflicted upon him was life threatening. Azula hadn’t actually been trying to kill him. But then would had she been trying to accomplish?

  3. cay says:

    You may see people independently strolling around in your world. You may even receive a nod as a friendly greeting because these bodies assume that you both are apart of the same human experience. Everyday it seems as though you’re surrounded by people who make their own choices in life. For example, that Chef who prepared your dinner last week, the Singer who performed in concerts worldwide, or that CEO who paraded into the skyscraper on Monday morning.

    But what you do not realize is that this world you claim as yours is my stage. Yes, that’s right. I control everything and being within this realm. Everything that you think you own is just a pseudo image. Every action you take is actually an action I command. Every feeling you felt, whether tense or composed, was heavily guided by my hands. Regardless, I must say that the “human shell” has been the most outstanding group of my puppet collection.
    It is very amusing to listen to your shallow thoughts and pointless statements. In particular, I find it comical that your “human shell” prides itself for having a soul: when in fact you all are soulless creations. The planet Earth has served as the hub of all your hopes and dreams. Earth has been your home since the day that I created it for you all to flourish and grow on. Earth is the Ever Active Realm of The Human. And you, my friend, are never alone.

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