Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #388

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> before and </b> after each of your words if you want them to stand out, but NOT REQUIRED THOUGH.

  1. Ailurophile – a cat lover
  2. Becoming
  3. Conflate – to blend together
  4. Denouement – a resolution of a mystery
  5. Effervescent
  6. Forbearance – without response to provocation
  7. Gambol –to skip or leap about joyfully
  8. Harbinger – messenger with new of the future
  9. Imbue – to infuse
  10. Lagoon

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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14 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #388”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Grayback the Wise displayed the classic forbearance of an ailurophile: he merely swished his tail to and fro as Zinia’s kittens used the bloodhound’s back as their personal playground. Truthfully, Grayback suffered the effervescent fur balls for the sake of his one true love. He literally sniffed the ground upon which she stalked.

    In his puphood, Grayback used to gambol through the neighbor’s flower garden. He fancied himself a hunter. His first sight of Zinia had conflated with his heritage. Food!

    He had pounced upon the space that previously held a supposedly unwary prey. He tumbled over, regained his feet and sniffed around the patch. He never bothered to look up. Instead, he went charging headlong into the overbrush behind the houses, hot on her scent.

    His next thought was of becoming conscious after a long, wet nap. Zinia had stood guard over him and, once she realized that he would be fine, lambasted him in feline outrage.

    “How do you just run into the lagoon? Nature imbued these pools with salt so that we might recognize the harbinger of danger. Did you sleep through Instinct Orientation 101?”

    “Woof.” Grayback’s simple response was the unlikely denouement to the natural order of the chase.

  2. kathleenMK says:

    Isabella was an admitted ailurophile and secretly worried that the three cats she had now would get her to be known as “the cat lady on the mountain.”

    “A title like that would be un-becoming to a lady who loved dogs aaaaannnnddddd cats both,” she said as she stroked her long-haired grey tiger striped cat, Pearl and watched the small tabby, Carnivore, saunter across the floor.

    How do I conflate my love for Mane Coons and Bouvie de Flaunders when most cats and dogs get along like oil and water? she thought. Not all of them are like you Carnivore.

    “Maybe if I get a forbearance on my student loans I can have the funds to build on, design a dual purpose room with a dog door and a cat door, and include the upgrade in the backyard for both of my loves,” she said with the backdrop of a purr that were making her words sound like lyrics. Just then the fawn colored dog came into the room. “And I could put in a lagoon for you my sweet Elsa, yes I could!” she added as she patted the two-year-old on the head.

    The plans caused the dog to gambol about at the idea of water to play in.
    “We will figure it out. Yes we will. But for now let me at my Champers,” she said reaching for her glass.

    The golden effervescent grape juice worked to imbue her ideas and desires with the spirit of possibilities. After consuming nearly all of the bottle’s contents her light intoxication worked like a harbinger and making her feel a denouement was in place. She drifted off to sleep dreaming of 5 cats and 4 dogs.

  3. Oh, we brought out the tough words. 😉
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    Gazing out the cottage window, Gladys Jones smiled at the neighbor’s cat as it tucked its head to silence the collar’s bell. Despite its clever approach, the robin took flight moments before the cat could pounce.

    As a dedicated ailurophile, Gladys found her allergy to cats to be a cruel twist of fate. Oh well, she sighed. At least it kept her from becoming the silly old neighbor with the market on kitty litter.

    She spent her days gazing out that window. Her past began to conflate in jumbled memories, the denouement of a happy life. Charles had passed nearly twenty-five years ago and she wondered where the time had gone. Her effervescent youth trapped in a body that betrayed the child inside with a forbearance she did not understand.

    Oh how she missed Charles. The mere thought sent her heart in agambol beat. Twenty-two years they shared. His death was a harbinger to a different life, one that would imbue her soul with grief. She would always miss him but sweet memories lifted her back to life.

    It was as if she heard his whispered encouragement that day she applied at the Blue Lagoon Bar & Grill. She and Charles had not been blessed with children, which left them free to travel the world. Charles had planned it all. The idea of applying for a job scared the bejeesus out of her.

    She worked there twenty-three years. One more year than her life with Charles. He would have been so proud.

    “I’ll see you soon, my love.”


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