Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #366

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. Mysterious
  2. Invisible
  3. Raspberry
  4. Tree
  5. Confuse
  6. Surprised
  7. Refuse
  8. Wrap
  9. Uncertain
  10. Forever

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12 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #366”

  1. Tanja Cilia says:

    The mysterious happening surprised me. But I refuse to allow it to confuse me. Let me explain; one minute I was blowing a raspberry at the referee for showing me the red card – the next, I had become invisible. I stole a wrap from the buffet, and climbed a tree on the verge of the pitch to eat it. I’m uncertain about my future – surely it would not be nice to remain invisible forever.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    Katie was surprised to find just one gift on the coffee table. Normally, her parents would never refuse her requests for a mountain of birthday presents. She felt as if she were being penalized for turning fifteen. She shuffled dispiritedly toward the lone offering.

    The first thing Katie noticed about the box was the tape. Never, in the history of gift-giving, had her parents ever used so much of the stuff. She looked for her mother’s unique tuck fold and sighed in disbelief to find that the whole cube appeared to be covered with shreds of previously used gift wrap, held together with all that disgusting tape.

    “They must be trying to confuse me,” Katie allowed a spark of hope that the real gifts were hidden elsewhere.

    How prescient …

    As Katie tore the old paper from the little box, a deep hum rumbled forth. The discordant bass note tickled Katie’s atavistic survival receptors; her heart rate increased, vision narrowed and muscles tensed against an unknown threat. With slightly trembling fingers, she opened the box.

    A small tag fell to the floor. She stooped to retrieve it. Happy Birthday, from the Muses of Pandora! Katie squealed, “I knew it, I knew it!”

    Excited now, she snatched the prize from the box. The holocube was top of the line. Highly polished, the solid platinum device reflected her smile on all six sides. She began to experiment, first blowing, then rubbing it. When these clichés failed, she realized that her parents must have ordered a special activation key. The holocube would yield its secrets only after she had cracked her parents’ code.

    “Daddy is rather predictable. I bet Mom took his ideas and twisted them. Let’s see …”

    Katie looked around the living room. The bookshelf would be a good place to start—if she were Dad. She continued to spin around slowly, stopping briefly on the vintage turntable. The humming grew louder.

    “Okay, Mom. Music it is. Where do I start?” She walked over to the ancient brass record rack and stared down at the multi-colored album covers. The hum was now a dull roar. A bead of sweat formed on her temple. She flicked it away. She wondered again where to begin her search for clues.

    One of the albums was tilted forward, a placeholder in an otherwise haphazard collection. “Pick a card, any card,” Katie laughed out loud as she pulled the record. Eye to the Telescope peeped up at her, with a picture of KT Tunstall scratching her head and looking as confused as Katie felt.

    For a second.

    “Duh! Katie.” She spoke into the holocube:

    “Katie?”

    “kay … tee?”

    “Tunstall!”

    “Telescope.”

    “Eye!”

    “Dammit!”

    On the last, the holocube responded:

    “Profanity prohibited for minors. Try again.”

    Katie blew out a frustrated sigh. Of course, Mom wouldn’t make this easy. She pushed the album back into place and grabbed the next one. Around the World in a Day, its title nearly indecipherable on the psychedelic cover, proved just as fruitless at opening the cube.

    An idea was taking shape—Katie thought of her Dad making something of the song titles. She assumed the remaining four albums to the right of the Prince album would complete the clue set. Moving quickly with mounting enthusiasm, she pulled Weather Report’s Mysterious Traveller, Too Hot to Handle by Heatwave, The Miracle by Queen and Uncertain by The Cranberries.

    Katie extracted the liners from all six albums. Paydirt! One track from each album was highlighted in yellow! As she skimmed the track titles, she tried to think how her mother would pervert her father’s simplistic name game. “She’d probably link them, mix album and title tracks. Maybe I better make two…wait a minute! How am I going to know which is which? Uncertain is a track and album title! So is Mysterious Traveller! Maybe it’s just the band names? Arrrgh!”

    Katie spent hours with her (now three) lists, noting any commonalities between the names of the tracks, albums and artists. She discarded the idea that the order of the albums in the rack made a difference, if only because the humming died down a little while she considered it aloud.

    Black Horse and the Cherry Tree (Eye to the Telescope) by Katie Tunstall
    Raspberry Beret (Around the World in a Day) by Prince
    Mysterious Traveller (Mysterious Traveller) by Weather Report
    Always and Forever (Too Hot to Handle) by Heatwave
    Invisible Man (The Miracle) by Queen
    Uncertain (Uncertain) by The Cranberries

    Eventually, she cracked it. She began by eliminating all common words or concepts. This took care of prince and queen; cherry, raspberry and cranberries. She also crossed off Mysterious Traveller and Invisible Man, as well as Heatwave and Weather Report.

    Using the same logic, she discarded conceptual opposites Always and Forever and Uncertain.

    Finally, she made some educated guesses, aided by the changing pitch of the humming holocube. She figured that KT Tunstall was already used as a clue and that Too Hot to Handle was associated with the weather connection.

    The last part was tricky. At first, she tried every combination of black, horse, tree, beret, telescope and the rest. She knew something was wrong: the combinations were too enormous. What else needed to be discarded? Suddenly, she realized that she hadn’t considered her mother’s input—linking the albums logically. As none of the other phrases made sense, Katie studied her list as six entries, instead of 18 parts.

    She thought about the most logical progression from KT Tunstall, using the word cherry to link to Prince’s raspberry. From there, she could only link to Queen. She couldn’t contain her excitement as she recited the rest of the chain:

    “From Queen with invisible man to mysterious traveller and Weather Report. From there, I go to Heatwave, always and forever, ending at uncertain!”

    Katie spoke into the holocube, “The Cranberries.” The humming grew more quiet.

    She tried cranberries, uncertain, uncertain cranberries and the cranberries…uncertain before admitting defeat. The humming was nearly inaudible.

    Katie backed up, ready to test the other path, “KT started things off. Cherry links to cranberries, uncertain, always, Heatwave, Weather Report, mysterious traveller, invisible man, Queen, Prince leads to raspberry. That’ll work.”

    She saluted the genius of her parents and high-fived her own mental prowess. With great ceremony, she intoned the activation key:

    “Around the World in a Day”

    The holocube stopped humming. KT Tunstall shimmered up, started strumming her guitar and beating a tambourine before launching into her signature performance.

    Katie’s personal, international concert played on the coffee table.

  3. Liss Thomas says:

    Sorry, I’ve been MIA for a while. I’m trying to get back in the groove

    The Brain of a 6yr Old and a Stuffed Brown Bear

    Mom: I’m confused by the surprised look on your face regarding the mysterious raspberry stain on the carpet. Putting the blame on some invisible ninjas will forever go down as the worse excuse ever…. that and the tree outside might have actually thrown the raspberry and you dodged it out of self defense. I refuse to believe the incident could be wrapped up so creatively and still be true. Still, uncertain I will get a straight answer as I am, explain young lady.

    Malina: The invisible ninjas are in the sofa Mommy. They surprised us and we had to fight to keep them away forever. I’m sure it sounds confusing but it was uncertain if we would win for a minute. They wrapped themselves in black and mysteriously dissappeared again. I refused to believe they were gone for good so instead of taking our raspberry jam sandwich outside to our tree, we had to eat it in the living room. Tell her Ruffles….

    Ruffles: Raps*
    I may wear a frilly skirt and a bow in my hair but don’t get confused, I’m a big brown bear!
    I wrap my raps in a rhyme, a mystery to unwind, You got Malina’s story now here is mine!
    It’s true we made a sammy of raspberry jammy, on the way to our tree we ran into calamie.
    Ninjas started takin over disguised as the sofa, invisible to the eye just like we told ya!
    We were surprised, and we fought for our lives, we refused to give up and to say our goodbyes!
    Uncertain if they will come back, forever we will attack. That’s the whole truth and that’s a fact!

    Ruffles: Why are we in timeout again?
    Malina: I’m not sure, you dropped some killer verses

  4. kathleenMK says:

    The mysterious nature of the raspberry within the old vine Zinfandel grape nectar surprised his tongue, again.
    Is that a hint of salt? No, not in the wine, it must be coming from her skin. But there is a hint of pepper.. He thought as he let his tongue wormed its way around her nipple and inside the liquid, both covered by his mouth. Humm, a bit of vanilla and a hint of oak too.
    A smile began to grow, on her face.
    Half a bottle in, the invisible spices and fermented libation worked to confuse his otherwise focused mind. Especially as her body warmed under his artful touch. Her back arched. The treehouse swayed in the mid-day breeze. He refused to give in and loose focus, even as she wrapped her legs around him. But resistance was difficult. Uncertain of how long he could hold his own body’s reaction to her in check, he swallowed the dark red liquid and slowly released her breast from his mouth.
    Moving his mouth up to her lips he pressed his mouth against her’s. The kiss grew deeper and they moved together like a well-orchestrated symphony.
    Their breaths became rapid, and syncopated; their pulses raced, their rhythm quickened. The wind increased too, in speed, ferocity and loudness. It began to swirl around the tree. The crackle of the tree’s trunk could not be heard over the adrenaline pushed fluids rushing near their eardrums.

    “So do you think they ever knew the difference between the orgasm and the free-falling feeling they felt as the structure was toppled by the wind?” the young forest ranger asked years later when they came upon the couple’s mummified bodies in the debris.
    “Son,” the senior ranger’s southern upbringing not lost on any word he spoke, “son, it will forever be an everlasting question, yes it will.”


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