Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #363

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. Sniffle
  2. Safety
  3. Egotistical
  4. Reference
  5. Dog
  6. Gobble
  7. Manipulate
  8. Eccentric
  9. Lease
  10. Succeed

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17 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #363”

  1. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I Wrote it and I hit the backspace and lost it 😦

  2. ‘Ah, that’s a bit tough’, thought Simeon when he opened the new Creative Copy Challenge and skimmed through the words. ‘Well, at least it will help me focus on my work later on.’

    He opened a new Notepad document and read through the list of words again. ‘Come on, I don’t even know what ‘Egotistical‘ means’. A rumbling voice interfered:

    – It may be something related to the ego.
    – Shut up, Roo!

    Roo was Simeon’s imaginary friend, but he was instructed to stop trying to make contact since they were both 15. ‘Anyway, let’s leave that out for now. I will probably have to make a reference to the dictionary to find out what it means…’

    – Have you ever wondered why ‘to make a reference‘ can mean both ‘to consult’ and ‘to refer to someone/something’?
    – Yes, I have and it probably has other meanings as well, but you need to be gone, don’t you?

    ‘Oh, there’s the word ‘dog‘, let’s start with that one. ‘I’ve always wanted to have a dog. As a matter of fact, I love dogs. They are beautiful creatures, very loyal to their owners, and they are not annoying – they don’t gobble or squawk. Besides, they require walks every day, so I will keep fit having to walk mine. And they are true friends…’

    A sniffle.

    – What now???
    – Well, you already had a true friend…
    – Roo, I warn you, for your own safety, shut…
    – For my own safety? What can you do to me? I am imaginary, remember?

    ‘I will just ignore that. He can’t manipulate my mind if I don’t allow it, can he?’

    – There’s just one problem, buddy, I am a part of your mind.
    – Hey, listen, will I ever succeed in getting rid of you? You are NOT a part of my mind. You just rented a tiny bit of it for some time, but the lease agreement is now terminated and you need to go and find someone else to bugger.
    – But I miss our friendship so much… I miss us crazing out and doing stuff and being a little eccentric
    – Yeah, I don’t. Now get lost. I have to write that CCC now.


    – Eh, mate, I think that’s us. No more words left, are there?
    – Yeah, Roo, thanks for playing along. That will keep them happy till the next Challenge is out.
    – Hopefully. Won’t they think it’s too egotistical of us to write about ourselves?
    – Nah, they will like it. Anyway, they won’t tell us if they don’t…

  3. Anklebuster says:

    The galaxy’s third multi-trillionaire, Thurston G. Honeywell IV, was not as eccentric as his father, but he was even more egotistical than his mother, Sarah Levy-Washinton (“no gee, dammit!”), the galaxy’s second multi-trillionaire. As junior member of the Honeywell Levy Washinton Group, Thurston was always annoyed at how little attention he was paid. In today’s galactic society, sentients just didn’t care about you until you had managed to succeed in war, finance, or criminal enterprise.

    Thurston spent hours primping for his interview with GNN’s Amanda Xinquat, the horribly ugly but amazingly perceptive anchor lizard from Venus. He wasn’t particularly interested in speaking with her; he just loved walking through GNN headquarters, where his likeness appeared over every doorway. Thurston hoped viewers wouldn’t notice how different he looked, now.

    Once he had arrived, though, Amanda played to his narcissism and got him all giddy about sharing his life. After getting his signature on the release form, she led him through the usual pleasantries and smoothly extracted his story:

    Thurston decided not to follow his father’s path. General Thurston G. Honeywell III died trying to liberate an obscure rock in a godforsaken outpost known only has E17. Young Thurston knew the warrior life was not for him after he accidentally shot his foot off while struggling with the biometric safety on his personal ion derringer. (He still proudly wore the pearl-handled weapon on his hip. As if!)

    Instead, he devoted his energies to post-capitalistic exploitation management school. Freed from the petty restraints of government oversight, businesses returned to their most base instincts: discover, acquire, manipulate, destroy. He specialized in ULOSE contracts: Unilateral Lease Orbital/Stationary Entities.

    In fact, he developed a clever clause that subtly converted the lease into a demand certificate that was collateralized by the entity being leased. Having studied the techniques of ancient landowners, he combined the velvet illusion of villeins of the Middle Ages with the iron-fisted reality of Industrial Age sweatshops to create a sharecropper’s nightmare that became known amongst the plutocrats as the “Dig or Die” clause. With nary a sniffle for the plight of his fellow sentients, Thurston extorted his way to a billion credits by the time he was 19.

    The HLW Group, using the modified ULOSE contracts, continued to gobble up the holdings of mere billionaires. Indeed, it was Thurston’s timely acquisition of the Mars Rover Interplanetary Dog Boarding Service that put him into the Forbes Publications’ annual eponymous reference database. The Group now held 75% of all tangible wealth in the known universe.

    At this point in the interview, Xinquat’s demeanor changed. While her growing disgust was visible only to other lizards, any viewer with a brain could see that she was baiting Thurston. Sadly, Thurston was not a viewer. He walked right into her trap:

    “Tell us, Thurston, how do you get sentients to sign these contracts? What must they be thinking?”

    “Amanda, folks just want credits. They can’t be bothered to read the fine print.”

    “And you have no grace period for those who experience seller’s remorse?”

    “Jupiter’s Beard! No way!”

    “Thurston, how would you feel if you gave away the wealth of your galactic holdings?”

    “I know what you mean, Amanda. I would be sick. Literally.”

    “Well, dear, here’s a bucket. Wouldn’t want you to get your gastric fluids on my nice carpet.”

    “Heh-heh, what the hell is this?”

    “We at GNN have been under your thumb for twenty-seven years. You stole Venus and turned it into a giant video broadcasting tower. So, tonight, we return the favor by stealing it back.”

    “What? Galactic Command doesn’t take kindly to terrorism, young lady.”

    “Oh, it’s all legal, you fat old bastard.”

    She showed him the release form.

  4. A sniffle gave him away. The eccentric John Smith released the safety on his pistol and readied himself for the conflict. His enemy, call sign Gobble Dog was just around the corner.
    The always egotistical Smith had been tracking him for weeks, and finally the persistence was going to pay off. The self-styled super spy would finally succeed and grant himself a new lease in the secret service. If only he could manipulate the Dog as easily has he could his bosses.
    A small branch rustled against clothing. Smith used the sound for reference, jumping, rolling and firing all in one motion. It was over in just a few heartbeats. Smith rose to his feet before the body of his enemy, Carlos Riviera, AKA Gobble Dog.

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