Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #383

Sorry I am late.  Work is catching up with me.  😦

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. Blast
  2. Cherry
  3. Illegal
  4. Fence
  5. Silently
  6. Insignificant
  7. Elbow
  8. Device
  9. Balance
  10. Bombard

NOTE: Don’t copy and paste from MS Word. Use a program like notepad that removes formatting or just type in the comment field itself. Also, finish your submission, THEN bold the words. Thanks. (And don’t forget to tweet this and share it with your friends.)


8 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #383”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Prudence, Justice, Fortitude and Temperance. Faith, Hope and Charity. Seven virtues to balance the Seven Deadly Sins. That’s what we told ourselves the night before the Battle of Cherry Hill. But, we were no angels. Not by a long shot.

    If you look online, you won’t find this insignificant skirmish, held as it was in the shadow of the Devil’s Elbow—also known as Cairnwell Pass. We seven members of the Virtuous Riders had come to reclaim the crown as the fastest cycling team in Scotland. We were facing the Notorious Nord, a gang of thugs from Denmark who just happened to be good on bicycles.

    Bike racing was illegal in the Three Kingdoms, so the event was cleverly code named Pellet on Cherry Hill. Insiders silently organized the race, collected the entry fees. The date went out in an e-mail blast just two days prior to the commencement. Team pairings were based on how much money was raised: top producers vs. worst slackers and so on.

    On the day of the race, Abigail Cromarty, a.k.a. “Fortitude” snuck into the Nord camp to take surveillance pictures. The disturbing images showed them installing a device on the handlebars that fired pebbles. Our only weapon against that would be to fence them in so that they would bombard each other more than us.

    We weren’t sitting ducks, though. We had sharp razors in our knee pads. When we leaned into turns, we leaned. Anyone unlucky enough to be next to one of us at the precise moment of the turn was going to receive a nasty slice somewhere on the leg.

    This was going to be a great race.

  2. Cathy Miller says:

    Happens to the best of us, Anne. 😉
    The blast of cherry was a titillating delight of illegal proportions. Try as she might to fence off her cravings, Melissa silently moaned in ecstasy over the box of chocolate covered cherries.

    Each bite sent succulent juices dancing across her tongue in a song of celebration. Calories were an insignificant foe in the battle against sweet surrender.

    “Mine,” she growled, shoving her elbow into Marcus’ leaning body.

    “Remember who bought them for you,” he rasped, rubbing the target of Melissa’s bony blast.

    “I need a moment.”

    “By then, they’ll be gone.”

    “And your point would be?”

    “Fine, I’ll leave you with your addictive device. But don’t blame me when your scale starts screaming in protest.”

    It’s all about balance, Melissa mused. Who needed meals for the next week and a half when she had chocolate covered cherries to bombard her taste buds?

    Ah, nirvana.

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