Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #373

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. Expand
  2. Breach
  3. Attention
  4. Subtle
  5. Avoiding
  6. Expression
  7. Urban
  8. Situation
  9. Accusation
  10. Mimic

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29 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #373”

  1. bbanne says:

    When is it ok to admit that you’re not happy? To tell him that you need to get away, to expand your boundaries and breach your limits?

    Before I say anything, I can picture the expression on his face- the hurt, the pain and above all, the accusation.

    OK, maybe he’s right. Maybe it is all my fault that we’re in this situation, but he’s been avoiding this conversation for a long time, now. His head has been more firmly in the ground than any ostrich could mimic.

    Of course, he’d tell me that ostriches don’t really do that. It’s an urban myth and I’m wrong. I’m always wrong and I can’t take it anymore. I used to be bright and intelligent. I had opinions and was happy to share them. Slowly, in his subtle way, he’s squeezed it all out of me. I didn’t even notice it happening. Life, kids, work… Things change when you’re not paying attention.

    I don’t think I can wait any longer. After all, what am I really waiting for?

  2. Holy Cow I beat Mitch to the challenge!!!

    The sun shone brightly on the face of the fisherman as he rode his horse into the unknown. The air was cool, and turning colder, even as the sun filled the sky. Chandroc could smell ice wafting on the calm breeze from somewhere in the south. A quizzical expression crossed his face as his senses wrestled with each other. This sun, but cold, and ice on the horizon.

    “What could this mean?” Chandroc thought to himself. This situation was changing by the minute in strange and subtle ways. Chandroc drew a deep breath and rode on, seeing the landscape change around him.

    Things seemed to expand and contract on their own, what seemed to be animals in the forest beyond seemed to mimic him at one time, and then stare at him with eyes full of accusation. Any life that he saw, save the horse, was avoiding him, always turning away and running or flying off as he focused his attention on them. He rode a long way.

    The sun dipped low in the sky and he had yet to see a single person, or evidence of habitation by anything that didn’t have wings or four legs. The temperature continued to drop and still he rode.

    As the sun was near setting and he was tired of sitting on the horse, he decided to stop. He imagined his cabin again, and it sprang into existence. A well appeared with a full trough of water for the horse. Chandroc dismounted and wished away the saddle and other tack from the horse and then a tray of oats for the beast. With the horse taken care of, Chandroc entered the cabin and sat down to his waiting plate of food. “If only Margost could see all of this.” he said to the empty house, wishing his wife were there beside him.

    She did not appear however. It seemed that he could conjure things, and even animals, but not the people that he loved. Satiated by the food and lulled by the warmth of the fire burning in the hearth, Chandroc laid down on the bed to sleep. Somewhere in the small hours of the night, he dreamed. He dreamed of home, of the fish that he needed to catch, of the smell of wet hemp nets and the feel of the worn handles of his boat. He also dreamed of a palace.

    This palace was like nothing he had ever seen, tall spires reaching to the sky and shining like crystal in the sun. A fully urban setting surrounded the castle, each building shining in the sun, each looking like crystal. He dreamed that he was riding towards the shining city, headed for the breach in the wall that was the guarded gate.

    He dreamed that the guards welcomed him to the city, that trumpets blew and guided him like a conquering hero, through the streets towards the palace. He woke with a start when he realized that the city was made of ice, and all of the people looked like HER…..

  3. bbanne says:

    I really love the Chandroc story and when each episode ends I feel frustrated because I want more. You’ve woven the words in seamlessly and the feeling of pathos is haunting.

    (I feel naughty getting in ahead of Mitch, don’t you?)

  4. Anklebuster says:

    Jürgens tried not to draw attention to his trembling hands as he dropped the intel report on his commanding officer’s desk. He had no way of avoiding the CO’s incredulous expression fifteen minutes after the clerk had passed him the decoded copy.

    “Spaceships! What is this!” The CO snarled. “I suppose the Easter Bunny is the Admiral of this fantastic fleet?”

    Jürgens inhaled deeply before attempting to breathe life into the dry report. “The insurgent informed me that of the ten ships, only one held a crew and passengers. The other nine were decoys.”

    “And just who were they supposed to be fooling? How can this be true, you idiot! We barely have enough fuel to keep this operation from shutting down next year! Yet, I am to believe a bunch of crackpots managed to procure hydrazine?”

    “They are scientists, sir.” Jürgens was losing control of this situation.

    “They are scientists, sir!” The CO barked his sarcasm in falsetto. “I’ll bet you just winged this bullshit, didn’t even do a complete interrogation!”

    Jürgens turned beet-red at the accuracy of the accusation. “There is no need to mimic, sir! I most certainly applied every technique I needed to extract this information. Perhaps you would like to spend your days and nights in that urban hellhole and question the detainees, yourself?”

    The CO bristled at Jürgens’ breach of decorum. He calmed his temper; no need to agitate the foot soldiers. But still, this report was ludicrous. Maybe he should properly interrogate this Pyotr fellow.

    “Alright, smart-ass. Bring the prisoner here. I will interrogate him, myself.” The CO stood up, a subtle signal that the debriefing was over.

    Jürgens nearly choked. “Sir! The … ah … insurgent had to be canceled. Permanently.”

    “What? You boys really like to play loose with the rules, eh? Very well. I expect you to get to the bottom of this!” The CO stormed toward the door.

    Jürgens was stunned. He didn’t have the resources to expand this investigation. All he had was an old technocrat’s fervent plea:

    ” … You must tell what’s left of this world that we did not end.”

    Where in this beat-down world was he supposed to start?

  5. Anthony says:

    I opened the file in her thumbdrive, wondering what I’d find. The situation would only worsen if she’d made an accusation.

    I’d wanted her to expand on the breach I’d discovered and called her attentionto, but as I skim-read quickly, I saw she was avoiding the issue, being cute and subtle. And her set-out didn’t attempt to mimic the proper company format.

    All at once, the apartment felt like a jail from which she had escaped. I too, as the expression goes, had drunk enough of the urban scene and had to get away. In the morning I would follow her.

  6. annew says:

    Almost missed this party!

    It was a subtle breach. I almost didn’t notice the situation at first. As it slowly began to expand I spent more than a few minutes avoiding even thinking about it. Then I realized my subordinates were mimicking my denial – a typical urban reaction I think and one that would only garner accusations. I felt my expression change from arrogance to determination as I dug in and began to give it the attention it needed.

  7. If we could but expand our mind beyond all that is real, would we breachthe knowledge that binds?

    Could another path hold our attention in the subtle shift toward tomorrow?

    By avoiding our past, will our expression change like urban slang rising to a new situation?

    Would we stamp out accusation as we mimic a new script in time?

  8. Meg says:

    In the expanse of winter
    When we are all trying to avoid
    The accusation of ice building to inevitability
    I am a bystander seeing the wreck in progress.
    The breach of affection now an urban canyon
    With neither side willing to be subtle to break
    Or continue to fit in.

    The mime in the back yard shouts
    And demands to be heard, silently
    Yelling

    Is the situation hopeless?

    Hopeless….


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