Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #369

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. Tricks
  2. Limit
  3. Telephone
  4. Jiggle
  5. Driving
  6. Multitude
  7. Crepe
  8. Desk
  9. Wafer
  10. Child

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27 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #369”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jordan Galway sat in his classroom, predicting the future. Not one child paid him any attention. Jordan didn’t mind. He was simply reporting from the silver lunchbox on his desk. He didn’t care if the messages made sense in their tender little heads. He spread jam on his last crepe and continued teaching.

    As the tiny classroom sweltered, little heads drooped, milk and wafers half-consumed. Jordan droned on and on about the limit of the telephone cord and how these snot-nosed brats would join a multitude of obnoxious young professionals, babbling incessantly while driving around the city in their corn-powered conveyances.

    Twenty minutes later, only Clarke remained alert. She stared intently into her teacher’s eyes and said, “Mr. Galway, my daddy says that humans will teach television new tricks, and that when we jiggle the toilet handle, the bathroom mirror will tell us if we are sick. Is that true?”

    Galway giggled at the hologram of a 33 year-old Clarke demonstrating her Biometric Bidet on YouTube, “It is, now.”

  2. Chris Fries says:

    Very cute, Mitch! Great imagery, and a wonderful way to introduce a new invention that the world is clearly ready for!

  3. Chris Fries says:

    Today I’m doing a 10×10 (that rhymes!) which will tie in with my blog entry next Monday (1/19). I have a “Create52” initiative on my blog and for all of 2105, I’m posting new original creative work on my blog every Monday (writing or music).

    For next week, I now have a short story as well as this 10×10 CCC response as two different interpretations on the title of a song I was recently listening too — “Voice of Chunk” by the Lounge Lizards. See my blog for more details. 🙂

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    Voice of Chunk

    Tricks and schemes buried beneath soft words and smiled platitudes;

    No limit to meaningless things he says to influence attitudes.

    Like a telephone marketer selling empty dreams at outrageous prices,

    He speaks to Jiggle your phobias and stroke your vices,

    and thrives on rallies, driving crowds of rabid followers wild.

    No sound bites for the multitude to elicit their wows;

    He serves up heaping piles of crepe papery, fragile vows.

    In TV interviews, he’ll sit behind the desk and grin,

    his voice of chunk spewing sugar coated promises, wafer thin.

    But it works — just like giving candy to a child.

    ======

  4. zennjennc says:

    The wafer of a child was driving me mad with his tricks. He was trying to fill the small gap between my desk and wall while I was on the telephone. During my important conference calls, he would jiggle the cords creating a multitude of noise and alarms from the electronics in the office. If that was not bad enough, the circuits overloaded, ending my call and blowing up my computer. I reached my limit with child. As soon as I found a phone, I was sent him to military camp where he could learn discipline and put some muscle on his bones. If is no longer crepe thin, then he can no longer fit behind my desk.

    https://zennjennc.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/tricks/

  5. There are several tricks one can utilize when your teenager has once again held your phone line hostage.Here are some strategies that have worked for me in the past:

    **You can limit your teenager’s phone time by placing a very colorful (I recommend Neon Marmalade or a nice Dirty Diaper Green)screen-saver and matching case over said phone.Then, record a message that is reminiscent of their toddler days at full volume and a playful picture of her with a very bad haircut.Set the timer and voila! Note: have your camera ready for reactions!**

    **Leave creative clues aka “pirate style” in different areas of your house or town with the next clue to the whereabouts of her Defenseless Telephone.Bonus points if you can create a realistic ransom letter!**

    **Tie it on a string and secure a stick or pole on the other end and jiggle it in front of her…just like a real carrot-on-a-stick**

    **Purchase an affordable app that simulates a real texting conversation. Pick one out of a expansive list of possible characteristics…and watch it in action! Make sure you are not driving when it is activated for the first time….it’s another camera-worthy moment!**

    **If your teenager manages to sneak the phone out of the house and into school..be prepared! This is the time to put those old college acting lessons to use! The sky’s the limit! My personal favorite is wearing some old props and a multitude of “motherly” aka so-called outdated clothing and march right into her classroom to relieve her of said phone**.

    **Create a swap…she can have extra time on her phone IF she cleans up her room. Little does she know you allowed her little sister to tastefully decorate her bed, desk, and floor with various small hard, sticky items and finger-paint! Watch her eyes light up!**

    **Surprise her upon her and her date when he shows up at the door by tying crepe paper over their faces. Then invite them to play your new game “Find the Phone.”**

    **Include Man’s Best Friend in on the family fun!Place the phone inside your dog’s favorite chew toy and watch the drama unfold. Beats any daytime drama on TV.**

    **Encourage her little sister’s discovery of science and technology by helping her find the silver wafer-looking piece that is hidden inside her sister’s phone!**

    Or…if these suggestions are ineffective..

    **Next time she is on the phone sucked into a serious-sounding conversation, start whining and throwing a tantrum like a child in the proximity of the phone so that her friend can hear. She’ll be the talk of the class by tomorrow!**

    • Anklebuster says:

      Welcome, Vagrant Rhodia! Great name and a great narrative. Kids must be made to learn that they can’t out-slick their parents! LOL

      (That last one was kinda mean, though…) 🙂

      Cheers,

      Mitch

      • This writing prompt sprung unexpectantly from a prompt that challenged me to incorporate a list of random words into a story, poem, etc.

        My teenage daughter read it recently and she told me that I should never try any of these tactics on her 🙂

        I am glad you enjoyed my little “How-To Guide”

    • bbanne says:

      When you’re not busy, can you please come over to my house and test these out? I really like that last one. 🙂

  6. “How’s tricks?” he asked. “Let’s limit the chit chat on the telephone shall we?” she said. “We have some important work to do. Gunther is dead and we have to avoid getting ourselves to the electric chair.” “Well,” he began, “maybe I can jiggle out some time to go driving with you and we can talk about the multitude of problems you created when you killed him.” “Shut up.” she said. “I don’t have time to go and grab a crepe with you again. We have been down that road and it is not going to happen again. I refuse to be anywhere near your desk again.” “Awww c’mon.” he said. “We can go toss those wafer cookies at that child again.” She didn’t respond, she just hung up.

  7. K says:

    Trying all the tricks in the book, the man cannot limit the rage and reproach boiling over in his veins, and he lashes out at his wife on a daily basis. She, who understands and shares his pain, endures the verbal whipping and fights back with sardonic judgments of her own. Where once there had existed a warm, symbiotic camaraderie lies a vat of libel and slander frothing forth from the telephone. Those people, who used to smile and shower the man’s family with encouragement and compliments, now spout rumors of infidelity and lost fraternity committed by this man, and the rumors act as a boomerang flying from mouth to mouth.

    A leave of absence? Those people scoff; this man uses it as an excuse to hide his ungratefulness toward the community. And so in retribution, they back this man onto his couch: his place of exile. Jobless, this man begs for any promising opportunity only to be shot down by every employer who hears his name. The community, the employers would cite as reason for turning him down. He resigns in his search after a multitude of rejections reach his ears. What had been the use of driving out and wasting gas only to be dismissed at the blink of an eye?

    His two children patch the pieces in the midst of this and make sense of the situation, seeing how bright and intuitive they always had been. At first, nothing had seemed to change, but as sensitive as his eldest child was, the child had begun to grow distant. The oldest would not eat or eat very little when prompted and would spend much time in the youngest’s room discussing something in a dire manner.

    When the man asks the oldest if the child would like to purchase reading materials one day, he faces an adamant refusal despite the idea being the oldest’s in the first place. This man drags the child to the bookstore and buys the child the needed books in spite of fervent protests. As they climb back into the car, this man looks at his eldest. He acknowledges the family’s worsening situation but assures the child that everything will fall into place if the child would entrust the brunt of the responsibility to the parents who had the power to reverse the tide: The child should be concerned with sitting behind a desk and working diligently toward attaining a diploma. The oldest stares down at the books, tears threatening to fall as the child replies,

    “I understand.”

    Days and weeks pass, and faith within the family diminishes. Loose change once jiggling in the man’s wallet evaporates, spent on basic necessities, and with the end of the month looming, rent appears as a vicious monster that will consume the family’s lives without remorse. The children continue attending school after the turn of the new year, and this cycle restores order into the house if only for a bit. The family members find the time to laugh and joke around with each other in these days, but each gibe merely ensconces the weary characters who have forfeited their lives to the system. But even when the time the children must beg for wafers and crepes for sustenance approaches, the family members grasp onto dying hope for a deliverance.

  8. Cathy Miller says:

    Sooooo sorry I have been away for so long. In November, I took my little 3-Day, 60-Mile stroll for the Cure. When I got back, I had a very unusual end to the year as I was buried in work. Typically, it’s crickets-time then. I usually use the time to catch up on preparing my expenses for taxes and other housekeeping. So I’m behind on everything. let’s brush off the cobwebs for CCC. ☺
    ====
    She knew a few tricks to limit telephone time. She would jiggle her headpiece and repeat, Hello? Hello? as the caller desperately raised his voice in response. She laughed inside how callers always felt shouting would break through electronic mayhem. Even fake mayhem.

    Marcie was sick of her job. Sick of callers with nothing better to do but complain. It was driving her nuts. A multitude of emotions signaled she had definitely overstayed her welcome.

    But what to do? She peered at her reflection in her shiny travel mug. The crepe effect she was sure was a flaw in the travel mug and not her own. Happily, the caller had finally given up, Marcie pushed away from her desk. She hit the DND on her phone, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door. Immediately, she felt her soul lift with wafer-receiving reverence as she went in search of the child she left behind.


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