Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #384

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. Denim
  2. Forcefield
  3. Froth
  4. Campaign
  5. Fog
  6. Stretching
  7. Glasses
  8. Stopper
  9. Coloured
  10. Sanction

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.)

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6 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #384”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Froth from the chilled glasses contributed to the urine-coloured rings on the campaign posters strewn carelessly upon the pool tables. Winston grimaced at his fallen likeness. The fog of war had seeped through his forcefield of feigned indifference.

    He rose, languidly and nonchalantly, to face his supporters. He would not berate them for airing commercials without his sanction. Nor would he bemoan the misappropriation of nearly a quarter million dollars in contributions. His mind was on more pressing matters.

    “Which one of you bastards told the media what I said about the District Attorney’s fat ass? I was only joking about the denim jeans stretching from here to New Jersey. God! Why couldn’t you—for once—put a stopper in your stupid pie hole?”

  2. The denim stretched over her assets like an impregnable forcefield to all who watched her approach. Leaning against the bar, she traced the ingrained mark of a patron’s past brew.

    Her eyes followed the froth of a new one inch its way over the bartender’s fingers to slide sensuously down the glass. A hint of a smile crossed her lips as the bartender let it flow.

    “Masterson, you going to give me that beer?”

    Inwardly flinching at getting caught in the lady’s sexy campaign for attention, Jeff Masterson shook the fog from his brain and sneered at his whining customer.

    “Your gut can afford to lose a few sips, Johnson.”

    Stretching over a sentry of clean glasses, Jeff wiped the bar spot directly in front of the denimed beauty.

    “What can I get you?”

    “That’s a loaded question,” she purred.

    He wasn’t pulling the stopper on that one.

    Pouting over the stretch of silence, she audibly sighed her order.

    “Oh, just get me a colored cooler.”

    “Excuse me?”

    As sanction to her full intent, Ms. Sexy offered Jeff a shot of cleavage possibilities, and whispered, “You know. Something wet and wild.”

    Jeff slapped a bottle of Tabasco on the bar.

    “Knock yourself out.”


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