Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #365

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. Yesterday
  2. Spurting
  3. Bristle
  4. Foggy
  5. Yarn
  6. Misfortune
  7. Landing
  8. Light
  9. Distance
  10. Deck

NOTE: Don’t copy and paste from MS Word. Use a program like notepad that removes formatting or just type in the comment field itself. Also, finish your submission, THEN bold the words. Thanks. (And don’t forget to tweet this and share it with your friends.)

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11 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #365”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    I shuffled the deck. Ambient light enveloped the foggy mist obscuring the landing. Misfortune floated up the steps, Sword in hand. In the distance, I could hear the weeping and gnashing of teeth. I peeked at the next two cards. The Devil and the Tower. What to do?

    I shuffled the deck. The fog returned, thicker, whiter, cleaner. Temperance shimmered through, briefly. She was holding a ball of red yarn. I looked at the next two cards. The Lovers and the Hanged Man. Much better.

    I shuffled the deck—last chance. The fog dissipated. Jessica sat at the vanity, caressing her hair with my gift. Static electricity sparked from the ivory bristle brush to her olive neck. If the next two cards did not return us to yesterday, then that lovely throat would soon be spurting her life’s blood.

    I peeked.

  2. Anthony says:

    A yarn? I’ll tell you one. Remember it like yesterday. Some years ago, in a foggy dawn, a sailor with bristle on his face like a hearth brush had the misfortune to slip off the deck while loading cargo. He fell some distance and gashed his leg. Blood spurting, they’d brought him into my office at the landing. He asked me for a light, but had hardly lit the cigarette when he died. Artery, they said. I never smoked again. Couldn’t get his face out of my mind.

  3. bbanne says:

    Wow. That packs a punch. Who would think that 10 words could spark a yarn like this? Anthony, that’s well done.


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