Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #354

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 and around each of your words if you want them to stand out, but NOT REQUIRED THOUGH.

  1. Gentle
  2. Suspicious
  3. Inhaled
  4. Gusty
  5. Sand
  6. Wilderness
  7. Toffee
  8. Sell
  9. Monotone
  10. Free

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20 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #354”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jacob repeated his mantra of innocence. The lie seeped through the monotone, swirling aimlessly like sand in the eddies of a gusty breeze.

    The detective inhaled sharply. His fists banged on the metal table; forced breath blew the words through the stale room. In frustration, he shoved the graphic glossy under Jacob’s nose.

    Sarah struck an absurdly gentle pose, face-down and naked as she was. Her toffee braids blended into the underbrush. Jacob giggled.

    “Something funny, you bastard?”

    Jacob snorted, “Her mother never could tame that wilderness. You better go find out who did her hair.

    The detective raised his fist. He hesitated in mid-swing, a suspicious arch of an eyebrow questioned the line of b.s. this perp was trying to sell.

    What?”

    Jacob became deadly serious. “Sarah was a free spirit. There is no way she would have sat still long enough for anyone to fix up her hair like this. I am sorry I laughed. I just remember telling her mother that she would rather die than be dolled up.”

    Jacob held up his amputated right arm.

  2. bbanne says:

    Excellent use of the words, Mitch. You have great vision for building stories that hook us in.

  3. bbanne says:

    The gusty winds of change burst forcefully through the wilderness of her thoughts, and she inhaled hungrily.

    Sell up. Move on. Become free.”

    The chant drummed through her brain over and over again, getting faster and faster, racing her heartbeat to the finish line.

    She was done with them all. Done with their suspicious friends and grasping fingers, as sticky as toffee where money was concerned.

    “Sell up. Move on. Become free.”

    The colour of freedom was beginning to paint itself across her monotone canvas of her world. She sat on the window ledge, looking out towards the bay. The moon shimmered on the damp sand, creating the illusion of a pathway to the water’s edge.

    Freedom was ahead but she knew that whatever she did now would have immense consequences. It was time to dissolve her gentle soul and give birth to the warrior woman inside.

    With only a change of clothes in her backpack, she stood looking out the window. The tree was beyond arm’s reach and the drop below was scary, but the warrior woman pushed her from deep inside.

    Scrambling through the window, she balanced on the ledge. Drawing one huge breath, she leapt towards her future.

  4. kathleenMK says:

    She broke free, escaping the confines of the not quite tight enough ropes that the stranger had tied around her wrists two hours or so before when he had tied her to the bed. During those hours she took advantage of the times he left her in the room by herself. She fidgeted and squirmed loosening the ropes which inspired her to formulate a plan. Gutsy as it may seem, she had to. She had to try to save herself or there would be no way she could save him.

    Okay, if the sun is there in the sky, she said to herself as she looked out the bedroom window, this room, this window must be facing south. If I get out that window I will need to turn left and run north. What is up that way? The road we came in on. Yes. Yes. That road is up there. And then if I head east there is that one house on the corner, the corner on the other side of the road.

    Sarah heard the door handle turning. She stopped all struggling, slipped her free and back into the loop, not letting on that she had loosened the ropes. The brunette female was checking on her, again. Eight times thus far she has opened the door, checking to make sure Sarah was still tied on the bed. Satisfied the captive was where she should be the brunette shut the door.

    Okay, she’s been coming in and checking on me about every 15 minutes or so. A couple of times during each of the Dora the Explorer programs. Each program is 30 minutes long. ¬Sarah had learned this from watching it with her young nieces.

    Once the door was shut again, Sarah took both hands out of the ropes, and untied the ropes around her ankles. After swinging her legs over the side of the bed she sat up grabbing the pistol that he had left on the bedside table. She popped the cylinder out … no bullets, dam. She searched the room for another weapon. She grabbed the two knives on the shelf above the headboard and dashed to wait behind the door.

    She inhaled deeply, holding the air in her lungs for a moment, slowly releasing it in preparation. She will be back in to check on me in just a few minutes. Sarah stood at the ready, one knife in each hand. Ready to strike as soon as the door opened. It only took minutes. The brunette opened the bedroom door to find the blonde missing from the bed. The brunette paused surveying the room. Sarah did not waste time. She began taking stabs at the hand that was wrapped around the doorknob.

    The blade made contact again, again, and again. Sarah’s rapid-fire assault took the kidnapper by surprise. Blood flowed from the finger. Sarah continued stabbing until the brunette released her grip. The finger dangled. The captor closed the door leaving Sarah in the room by herself. She dropped the knives on the carpeted floor as she stepped to the window in the near wall. She pulled the curtain down, wrapped her fists many times with the fabric before punching the glass. The adrenaline running through her veins increased her strength. A few more hits enlarged the whole. She pulled her fists out of the fabric as she laid it over the window ledge. She climbed through; not feeling the gagged glass lightly cut into her back.

    Once her feet hit the ground she began to run north. She sprinted toward the round hay bale crouching behind one, taking a moment to catch her breath, but only until she heard the gunfire. Two shots.

    Run! Run now before they kill you. She urged herself on. I’ve got to get away. Try to save him. Run. Run. Run!

    Sarah turned and ran into the wilderness of the unfamiliar landscape. Twenty yards farther she climbed through the three strand wire fencing at the edge of the property. Quickly looking left and right she dashed across the dirt road, through the ditch, and through the like wired pasture fence. Ten feet into the low dry grass pasture she caught sight of the steel roof of a barn to her right. She turned east and ran for the yellow house that quickly came into view. She made it through one more pasture fence without detection. Not stopping, even as dusk was beginning to settle in on her, she kept her eyes moving as well as her feet.
    Almost there! Keep running!

    Once across the gravel drive there was nothing gentle about her enterence. She held her hands up in front of her and used all of her body weight and momentum to slam through the door. Stopping once inside the threshold, looking around for help. The startled homeowner bolted up from her seat.

    “We need to call 9-1-1! I’ve been raped by that guy over there and he’s hurt my boyfriend!”
    “By Glen?” the dumbfounded homeowner said as she looking at the 5’3” small-framed gal with creamy toffee colored skin who was standing in her home, dressed in just dirty white ped socks.

    “Come on! Do you have a phone?” Sarah asked with an urgency that made Sandy move.

    “Yes, yes, let me get it. We can call,” Sandy said as she turned to grab her cell phone. Flipping it open she began to dial. Sarah grabbed the phone out of the stranger’s hand as she heard the ring come over the line.
    “No. Let me do it.”

    Suspicious of this young panic stricken naked girl Sandy looked on in a confused awe. Rape? Glenn? Rape? Glenn? Ran through Sandy’s mind like a hamster on a wheel.

    “Hello, this is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?”

    “I have been raped and I need an ambulance out here now! My boyfriend is hurt. Hurt bad! Really, really bad. Lots of blood. Hurry! I don’t know exactly how long we’ve been out here. Oh God hurry, he might be dying!”

    Just then a truck pulled up in Sandy’s driveway. Sarah and Sandy’s eyes widened as the narrow separation between the drapes allowed them to see the truck. Sandy recognized the truck. It was her neighbor’s Glenn’s.

    “Hide in the closet,” Sandy said softly. Sarah took a few steps forward into the closet, turning to see the door shut.

    “He’s here. He’s here. He’s gonna kill me,” she whispered into the receiver in a quivering voice that was anything but monotone.

    “Stay on the phone with me. I am sending someone out there right now,” the operator said. “Do you know where you are?”

    “Out in Prague. On road 39950 I think. I really don’t remember. By the wood yard. My boyfriend is in the shed, at the wood yard. Hurry. They’re gonna kill me. They might kill her too. Hurry! They already shot at me! Hurry!”

    “Hey there Glenn, Michelle. Whatcha up to? Whatcha selling today?” Sandy kept her voice steady and calm as she greeted her neighbors hoping it was just like she had every day before this.

    “Hey there,” Glenn said from the driver’s seat, “have you seen a little blonde around here? She was at our house and …”

    “No … no I haven’t seen anyone. I was just napping on the couch when I heard you two pull up,” What’s her name?”

    “Awe never mind, we’ll find her,” Glenn said as he whipped the truck around rising up more dust that the gusty winds that were lighting blowing the leaves. The duo drove out of the driveway as the mist began to change to a light rain.

  5. bbanne says:

    Kathleen, that is terrifying – suspenseful. You painted the picture so well that I am right there inside it. Amazing work.

  6. Cathy Miller says:

    The gentle breeze kissed her cheek with suspicious tenderness. She inhaled the destruction of agusty past that settled on her heart like wet sand. Her thoughts wandered the wilderness of toffee memories, both sweet and darkened with the passage of time.

    She would sell all she owned to silence the monotone whispering of all she had known if only to be free at last.

    • kathleenMK says:

      Cathy ~~ Wow. This piece relaxed me, especially after re-reading the piece above. I felt the sorrow in your character.

      I felt a kinship to the last sentence.

      🙂
      ~Kathleen


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