Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #375

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. Turf
  2. Functional
  3. Holidays
  4. Keys
  5. Diving
  6. Accidental
  7. Influence
  8. Thinking
  9. Bold
  10. Blink

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31 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #375”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jürgens needed to get back on his turf. The Agency headquarters was no place to run an investigation. To be truly functional, his ad hoc group could not allow any external, official pressure to influence its thinking. The longer he waited, the worse the tension grew between his men, the Commanding Officer and the minions underfoot.

    With bold determination, Jürgens squared off against the CO. “Sir, we’ve done all we can from here. I request permission to assign my team to field investigations.”

    The Commanding Officer didn’t even blink. “No. I am not giving you and your thugs any more chances to send detainees diving to their deaths in tubs of acid!”

    Jürgens held his ground. “Sir! I will take full responsibility for any mishaps—accidental or otherwise.”

    The CO snorted, “And I will be giving out bonuses for the holidays! You’d better get out of here before I throw you in a holding pen.”

    Jürgens fumed, “Well, let me get you the damned keys right now, sir, because we sure as hell won’t make any progress in this office!”

    “Careful, soldier. You don’t want to give me any ideas. I’ll tell you what: give me what you have so far and I’ll decide who gets to go in the field.”

    “Yes, sir!” Jürgens knew he’d get what he wanted; he just had to play this foolish power game with this petty little man for a little longer. He walked from the office and returned to his group.

    Jürgens huddled the men together—the extent of their countermeasures against eavesdropping. He pointed to Andre and whispered, “We need you to simplify the story. He may send out any one of you; the illusion must hold up even if Bert gets the nod.”

    The men chuckled at the light-hearted dig. But, beneath the twinkling eyes, serious gazes focused on Andre as he worked out the phony source of information “vital” to linking the old technocrat, Pyotr, to a newly discovered nest of insurgents.

    When Andre was done, Jürgens signaled his approval. It dovetailed nicely with his initial investigation into the real cell, which had resulted in the capture and detention of Pyotr and his cohorts. Once one of the men received the field assignment, he would have carte blanche to travel almost anywhere in the region.

    And that’s when things would get interesting…

  2. Meg says:

    Being barely functional,
    our holidays are only another round in family feud,
    where no one wins a car or even keys
    to escape the artificial cheer wafting
    through cold shouldered rooms.
    The influence of drink to
    avoid the inevitable overbold prying into closed matters.
    I as always slow blink sip oblivion and dive into
    the next conversation and know it only repeats.

  3. Cathy Miller says:

    Time is our turf and our thoughts its functional voice. Do we fill life with holidays or torch the scenic coast? The keys that form our personal tune are there within our reach. Are we diving in with crescendo delight or spiraling in accidental sound? What influence will we take? Will our thinking be bold or do we blink in fearful prose?

  4. Cathy Miller says:

    Ack – too much BOLD ;-(

  5. JK says:

    “This is a very functional diving board,” the instructor told Emmy, while he pointed with his bony fingers to the contraption in the Amsterdam swimming pool.
    Emmy nodded.
    “OK, but what’s so special about it?”
    The instructor smiled confidently and said, “It’s bold in its possibilities and its influence will reach far into the future of diving boards. It’s key is its enormous flexibility. It flexes and bends five times as much as a normal diving board and, as a result, you are lifted in the air five times as high.
    Emmy didn’t feel like trying. She was afraid of heights.
    The instructor went on.
    “I am thinking you should give it a try, Emmy.”
    Emmy froze. She had accidentally stumbled into the pool, thinking she could relax a bit in the placid waters of a subtropical pool. After all, it was the last day of her holiday. But this was not a normal pool. It turned out to be a scientific research centre for NASA and now she was faced with having to jump off that scary diving-board.
    “N..No,” she stammered. “I want to go home and be on my own turf.
    The instructor’s face flashed with anger. “Scary cat. I’ll show you.”
    He took off his bath robe began to climb the ladder to the top of the diving board in his flowery swimming trunks.
    Then he jumped.
    Higher and higher he went until he finally hit his head on the roof of the swimming pool
    And he landed with a blood-curdling scream in the water.
    Emmy, soft-hearted girl as she was, blinked back a tear and left NASA’s swimming pool

  6. JK says:

    Thanks Mitch
    BTW, your story is indeed getting very interesting. Can’t wait to see what will happen.
    Kind regards

  7. Keisha navigated the gang turf with her customary caution. The lull in shootings due to the holidays had passed with only one accidental shooting of a young child, who had fatally wielded a plastic gun at cars without thinking. A small crowd of kids stood in the middle of the street dressed in bold reds and stark whites. Cars, influenced by the gang colors paraded by the youths, turned down sides streets to avoid them. Gunfire erupted from a nearby street sending Keisha diving for cover in the blink of an eye. After a few minutes, she emerged, dusting off her jeans and made her way to the barely functional housing unit where her family lived. A quick flick of her keys had her inside in seconds but it offered little protection against the violence outside.

  8. kathleenMK says:

    After getting out of hospital I am catching up:

    The turf crashing against the rocks was influenced by the storm. The dark clouds worked as a functional mask for Isabella’s solemn mood. She had been thinking of him, of Dillon, most of the night as she sat in the sand glass of Sarah in hand.

    Had I been to bold? she asked herself silently as she took a mouthful of wine. Was it the holidays and family time that made me say those things? Am I being too sentimental? she continued to question her motives for asking him to change his address, move in with her.

    As the wind blew she did not know if she was blinking back tears or if the wind tossing up the salt and sand was making her eyes water.

    Her keys chimed in the gusting breeze.

    “Diving into the love we share has not been accidental,” Dillon said over the wind as he stepped up behind his love.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Kathleen, I was there. I don’t know how you did it, but for a minute, I was sitting in the sand, too! That’s really good writing.

      Feel better soon. (I thought the wheel-chair story was fiction, until I saw your comment later.)



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