Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #358

Oops. sorry. I missed a week.

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. Sordid
  2. Disaster
  3. Education
  4. Trials
  5. Straddling
  6. Volume
  7. Luscious
  8. Promise
  9. Roses
  10. Never

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15 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #358”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Fred surveyed the landscaping disaster. The xenobiologists had assured him that his prized Zephirine Drouhin roses would be left alone to grow for two years. The climbers had nearly succeeded in straddling the man-made bridgework. Had they not been pruned prematurely, the luscious trellises would have provided a natural shield for the Martian mushroom farm.

    Fred knew that the investors would not want to hear excuses about the value of practical experience versus education. Indeed, some of this sordid nightmare was his own fault. He had assumed that the xenobiologists would take the longer Martian year into account. Otherwise, he would have stressed four years!

    His Earth-bound trials had tried to simulate the lighter atmospheric volume, cooler temperatures and lack of sunlight. Of all the varieties, only the old garden roses withstood the harsher climate. Yet, in spite of his careful preparations, a simple mathematical inaccuracy was enough to set back the farming project by two (Earth) years!

    But, a promise is a promise. As he fired up the bulldozer, Fred mused, “Well, it’s never too late to grow marijuana!”

  2. Cathy Miller says:

    I thought there was something wrong with my feed. Glad we’re back. 😉

    Her mind cataloged the sordid details of the last 24 hours. Her heart beat faster as she fought the hysteria creeping in like the soft gray touch of fog moving across a moonless night.

    Why had this happened? And why her? What disaster from her past haunted her now as her nightmares became all too real. A bead of sweat traced the reddened path along her cheek. A gentle kiss to a treacherous road.

    “Ah, you’re awake.”

    Her breath strangled her throat at the sound of his voice.

    “What do you want? Why are you doing this?”

    “So many questions,” he smiled. “it’s an education you seek from your trials?”

    Straddling her restrained body, he stroked the path of her rolling sweat. The deafening volume of her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she fought against his hold.

    Her luscious lips captured his gaze in a promise she had not given. As he lowered to them, she slammed the gate on her fear, vowing she would survive.

    “Not long now, my love,” he murmured as he moved to his table of torture where a vase of roses mocked his intent.

    Never. She would never give him what so desperately he sought.

    • Anklebuster says:

      OOH, creepy! You sure know how to create a frightening scene, Cathy.
      Glad you’re back, too!



    • bbanne says:

      Wow, you have a way with words, Cathy. What a writer!

    • kathleenMK says:

      Cathy ~~ Wow!
      …captured his gaze in a promise she had not given. I love this phrase! Perfect.
      …a vase of roses mocked his intent. And to be followed by this … wonderful job.

      This fits well with my continuing saga. But rings truly terrifying and encouraging all at the same time. Yet I never thought to write it your way. Bravo


  3. bbanne says:

    Straddling the border between the two countries, he stood, silent and unsure. While he had a foot on each side he was not yet committed to a decision.

    The new country promised much for his family. There would be education for his children, beds to sleep in and they would be safe. They would be free of trials that no child should know – forced labour in sordid conditions, no food, and a playground in the rubbish pile. He wanted a real life for his children.

    But what would he leave behind? His childhood had been happy but he had grown up before the great disaster. He remembered long summer days filled with luscious fruits picked straight from the gardens and roses that chaotically climbed over the back fence and filled the air with perfume. He would love his children to know their country in the way he did.

    He stood silently, looking to the new world, and mourning the world he would never again see. His children looked up at him, wondering what he was waiting for. The volume of their chatter was growing as the excitement tickled them and for the first time in years, he heard the promise of their laughter.

    There was really no choice for him to make. He turned decisively towards the new country and planted both feet firmly on the welcoming soil.

  4. kathleenMK says:

    Continued again from CCC 357

    Did she say ‘sell her’? The nurse and both officer’s thoughts were all stuck on the same comment.

    Jason pulled out a hand-held notebook and pen from his breast pocket and jotted down 8-10-2010 19:55 victim said, he was going to sell her. Those words should never be heard in today’s society! Jason said to himself knowing the sordid details of the day would be difficult to listen to. Only to become more disasterous with the news to come.

    His cell phone vibrated. After pulling it out of his pants pocket he silently read the text from Captain Palmer: Boyfriend’s body found. Jason swallowed hard. He stood outside the curtain straddling the control of professionalism and the enraged innate protective nature that was spurred on by the hatred of the scum of this earth. When do I tell her her worst fears have been confirmed? He questioned himself. There is no education any one of us can get at the academy to prepare us for this, they try, but really…. I know she has a right to know … but… this can wait. Dam it! We’ve taken a promise/ to ‘serve and protect’ and we have failed them both so terribly today. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage pushing blood hard through all of his veins and dread along with it.

    He saw an empty chair against the wall in front of him. He sat in it, drained, facing the curtained off exam room. Placing his elbows on his wide spread knees he allowed his head to drop low. He looked at his watch and jotted down 19:58 in his book boyfriend confirmed DOS. All of these notes will come in handy not only for my reports, but during the trial’s proceedings. But dam this is hard, he sighed. Pull yourself together bbbbooooyyyy! He chided himself. Think of something positive. He coached himself.

    His wife’s face popped up in his mind, he smiled. But her face melted away quickly as the words ‘sell her’ returned to the forefront of his mind — over and over and over. He tried to turn the volume down within, but he knew there were just some bells, in life, that can’t be un-rung.

    Jason’s phone vibrated again. The D.A. is sending over some folks, the media will know soon. Keep them away from her.

    “Yes sir,” Office Farrell said. A murder and a rape in this county will be big news. And some of those vultures will see this as a chance for aluscious headline or a ratings grabber, all awhile forgetting that there are real victims and real families lives that have been destroyed today.

    Jason picked up the scent of roses in the air. Now back in work mode Office Farrell he looked up expecting to see a new father walking down the hall with two-dozen roses. But no one was in the hall.

    I wonder where that smell came from. Jason took a deep breath. Put his game-face back on and regained his position as sentry.

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