Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #386

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. Vacation
  2. Message
  3. Avoiding
  4. Sweat
  5. Opposite
  6. Motivation
  7. Farewell
  8. Soothing
  9. Incarcerate
  10. Flight

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7 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #386”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jeremy had plenty of time to reflect on the soothing farewell message that had played over and over on the flight to the moon. Of course, it was rubbish, as any of his fellow inmates could attest. No vacation would include forced labor, mandatory minimum “reservations” or such Spartan accommodations as were to be found at Luna Lockdown #1. Still, it was three hots and a cot. No sweat.

    He had had no chance of avoiding the frame-up. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong group of friends. Twenty-five years for a crime he didn’t commit was better than a lifetime of mind-numbing tedium at the local emporium. He refused to feel hopelessness. Jeremy’s motivation was a soothing mantra of his own making:

    “They can incarcerate my body, but they can’t take my soul away from me.”

    Little did he know. The opposite fate was in store at Luna Lockdown #1. A secret conglomerate was having a hard time getting volunteers for their transmigration project. Trillions of dollars had been funneled into the quest for immortality. Angry, dying old plutocrats demanded an imminent return on their investments.

  2. Jonathan hated this vacation. Instead of defending the world from evil through the portal of his tree fort, he was forced to listen to his baby sister whine. All because her stupid doll fell into the sand along the ocean’s shore.

    Okay, so maybe the ocean was pretty cool but how would he get the message about the evil forces closing in on his fort? Who would protect his fortress?

    “Jonathan, come over here so I can put some more sunscreen on you.”

    “Mooom, you already did that.” Avoiding her knowing look, Jonathan turned his back and rolled his eyes.

    “That was before you began to sweat from the sun. You need more. And stop rolling your eyes at me.”

    How did they do that? How did moms see your face when it was on the opposite side of where they were looking? Every. Single. Time.

    Enduring his mom’s greasy strokes, Jonathan plotted his strategy. He required little motivation to picture the demise of the villainous Dracor, ruler of Ganapolus. He was a formidable foe but Jonathan was up to the challenge.

    Although he had to bid his army farewell to be transported to this boring spot, Jonathan knew he had trained them well.

    His Click-A-Brick Army Defenders would be protected by the impenetrable fort walls. Their WolVol electric transformer patrol car hidden for their escape. But they would not run. They would fight. They would rid the world of Dracor and his pathetic army.

    The soothing stroke of his mother’s touch had Jonathan closing his eyes to the vivid fantasy housed inside his mind. Oh how he wished he were there when his mighty Defenders would incarcerate Dracor for all eternity.

    It wasn’t fair. He was in charge. He trained them. He should feel the winning joy from a battle well-fought.

    He felt his body sinking. Sinking into the comforting embrace of his mother’s love. At least his men were not here to see it. His flight into dreams soared, launched by the soft kiss to the cheek of her noble warrior.

  3. “Hey Billy! Why’s we been on vacation from CCC for so long? It’s like we’s left a voice mail message with Larry-n-Gitus. Like we’s avoidin’ showers cause our sweat ain’t dried up enough yet to peal it off and put it on crackers like usual. Like we’s terrible opposites of motivational listeners.”

    “Bobby, it ain’t been a farewell. I’s just been soothing my sore foot in mountain-oyster and Epson brine from tryin’ to kick’ that there Mitch and Cathy’s hindquarters to wrat those books once and for all. They’s been incarceratin my pleasure centers all dis time. But it’s okay now. We’s saved up enough money for 4th class plane tickets. We’s gonna take a flight and pay them a visit like da Grizwalds and not leaves until we get’s two best sellers.”

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