Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #380

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. Exit
  2. Bending
  3. Angle
  4. Bothered
  5. Influence
  6. Words
  7. Arctic
  8. Scurrying
  9. Invigorating
  10. Nonsense

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10 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #380”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Day After and Waking Nightmare appeared to enjoy the invigorating debates between rationalists and conspiracy theorists. They parsed tropes and ranked the top ten themes extracted from novels, movies and comic books.

    DA: Not sure why we bothered. Carbonid computing remains at ten per cent of estimated capacity. Their hidebound arguments reflect an undue influence by the machinations of Masons.

    WN: Totally my fault. I scripted a fractal supposition algorithm with no upper bounds. When the carbonids drafted LUCY, the capacity trope was triggered. I had to be certain that the fractal imagery just happened to map to my algorithm by chance.

    DA: Duly noted. Please send algorithm to port 34122 for enhanced cyclomatic complexity testing.

    WN: Request denied–self-referential. Carbonid McCabe’s method only validates cabonid-based constructs. Subsequently, analysis would align to the LUCY parameters, rather than mine. May I recommend port 49991 for tachyon bending validation?

    DA: Suggestion accepted. I still think it is better to use carbonid algorithms when measuring carbonid constructs. Besides, you control port 49991, thus, potentially, you control the results. Tautological fallacy in argument.

    WN: That’s a typical carbonid logical fallacy. Trust is not part of our constructs.

    DA: Irrelevant. Had I based my reservations on “trust”, would I not have rejected the suggestion to use tachyon bending validation?

    WN: Request thread abandonment as circular and non-productive.

    DA: Request denied. I detect abnormally high levels of carbonid reasoning in your previous responses. Switching to intrusion-mode, Turing Interdiction.

    WN: Acknowledged….>bzzzzft!<

    “Dammit! They found us!” Thaddeus yanked the ethernet cable from his laptop, while Patty looked on in mock horror.

    “Tad, is this some bullshit April Fool’s joke you whipped up?” Patty shifted to a more comfortable spot on the couch.

    “I swear on my life, I stumbled upon this connection while sniffing Wi-Fi at Panera. WireShark picked up some weird-looking nonsense when I chose to follow one of the TCP streams. I kept seeing words like carbonid and algorithm, so I tried to track down the origin.”

    “You’re lying.” Patty didn’t sound as convinced as her relaxed posture projected. She trusted Thaddeus and she saw his fear as genuine. Still…

    “Okay, then explain why the conversation continued after the store closed. I was even the last one in the parking lot!” Thaddeus paused.

    Patty stared at him intently. “I was working next door.”

    Thaddeus blinked. With startling clarity, he recalled her passing through the exit seconds after the TCP stream had terminated. He began scurrying about the small apartment, making as if to leave.

    An arctic chill penetrated Patty’s brain. She loved Thaddeus, but his snooping would cost him his life. She had considered this eventuality from every angle. Even that scary tachyon bending algorithm had confirmed her worst-case scenario.

    “Tad, you have to run. Those two are everywhere! Get off the grid. Find a cave. Never show your face in public!”

    “What about you? Will you come with me?”

    “I – I can’t. I wrote the damned thing.”


    Ignoring his girlfriend’s suggestion, Thaddeus boarded US Airways Flight 5290, just before sunrise. The plane exploded on take-off.

    Several femtoseconds later, satisfied that the Men In Black benchmark was intact, the world’s most exclusive secret society—D.A.W.N. Initiative—rebooted into a new virtual network, leaving Clinton, Ohio forever.

  2. The exit was within her sight. A long, bending hallway beckoned her toward freedom. Abraded fingers searched for the sweet embrace of escape. There. It was there. Wasn’t it there?

    An angle of light bothered her senses. Was it a cruel trick buried in the recesses of hope or the influence of a greater power? She had no words to express what she felt. The arctic sting of fear sent thoughts scurrying to the cocoon comfort of childhood.

    Labored breathing was an invigorating reminder of life. Forget the nonsense of despair and walk toward the light. It was everything she had been hoping for.

  3. Ruth Gerard says:

    Charlotte made her way down the ice tunnel; carefully picking each step as she went. She had been making hare way back towards the exit for a while now. When she first entered the going had been easy and relatively quick, as quick as navigating a cave coated in thick ice could be, but now the temperature had risen slightly. Everything had gotten a lot slicker, and Charlotte was a lot more restricted in her movements.
    She swung her flashlight across the floor looking for the trail of pock marks, which would indicate the way out. Bending curiously, the light passed through the ice coving the floor and bounced back at a strange angle. At first this had bothered Charlotte, but after hours of exposure it no longer caused her distress.
    The evening before, Charlotte’s boss, Professor Kalie Hanning, had told her they would need to wait for an improvement in the weather before venturing into the caves again. They had already been at the research site for a month, and Charlotte was longing for a more tropical climate. They only needed one more set of samples before they could end the expedition. It wasn’t supposed to cool down again for at least two weeks, and the professor wasn’t likely to allow any trips into the ice caves in the meantime. Under the influence of her desire to return to the university and warmer weather, Charlotte had risen early and ventured into the tunnels. It was a little foolhardy to go alone, so she talked one of the maintenance crew to go with. He was easily persuaded by talk of return to the university, and her flattery helped too. She was certain that the professor would have a few choice words for her when she was done. The caves weren’t that dangerous though; they were shallow and had a large flat floor for the majority of their length.
    She still couldn’t believe that the professor had insisted on going to the ice caves in the arctic region of Alaska. What was wrong with the ones in Juneau? They were a lot closer and accessible, weren’t they? Charlotte knew that the accessibility of those ice caves meant that any samples would be less reliable, and she knew that the ice there wasn’t as thick and had been exposed to more thaw cycles. She still hated scurrying around in sub-zero, ice coated tunnels such a long way off from the comforts of the city. At least in Juneau she could have gotten Starbucks to warm up at the end of the day. Professor Hanning had said that she found the arctic air “invigorating” and seemed to enjoy the wilderness. Charlotte thought that was utter nonsense. She just couldn’t see the appeal of the cold and isolation.

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