Writing Prompts Creative Copy Challenge #392

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 challenge words if you want them to stand out, but NOT REQUIRED THOUGH.

  1. Imbrication – overlapping and forming a regular pattern
  2. Elision – dropping a sound or syllable in a word
  3. Diaphanous – Filmy
  4. Cynosure – A focal point of admiration
  5. Brood
  6. Assemblage
  7. Beleaguer – To exhaust with attacks
  8. Chatoyant – Like a cat’s eye
  9. Elliptical
  10. Xanthan

4 Comments on “Writing Prompts Creative Copy Challenge #392”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Somewhere near the former town of Clinton, Ohio. The date, if chronology were still relevant, would be noted as Wednesday, February 8th, 3037. Two transcendent humans are chatting.

    *Bleeb*: Have you seen the morning paper? The Question of the Day? Why was Prohibition rescinded? Which one do they mean?

    ^Blob^: I extrapolated that interest in neuron altering chemicals out-ranks that of liver-destroying effects of acetaldehyde.

    *Bleeb*: That’s not nice. Opinions don’t stink. Or were you speaking in general terms?

    ^Blob^: Ha-ha. Your elliptical speechifying could have us going nose-to-nose for a major part of the day.

    *Bleeb*: In private, however, I prefer to marshal my thoughts without brooding over these Tourette’s-like bursts of puns. More to the point, alcohol was a neurotoxin, as well.

    ^Blob^: “As well?” You pervert! Mind-altering drugs were not classified with lowly alcohol. Cannabis was the cynosure of the Coloradan Renaissance!

    *Bleeb*: It was a sin, for sure. I’ve haven’t seen so many zombies since the Great Film Festival of 3030. People stumbling around, mumbling incoherently.

    ^Blob^: An elision or two does not erode self-expression. I do admit, however, that the glazed slitted eyes gives one pause.

    *Bleeb*: Oh no. You’re setting me up, right? I mention Film Festival and you whip out diaphanous, chatoyant felines!

    ^Blob^: Mercy, me. I said, “pause”, not “paws”. As advanced as we are, we don’t have a term for the elision of cognition that permits you to make such a linguistic faux pas.

    *Bleeb*: Actually, we do. Vowel imbrication.

    ^Blob^: What the waxhole is that?

    *Bleeb*: I dunno. I just looked it up. Something to do with Bantu-speaking morphemes.

    ^Blob^: Ah. So inebriation due to morphine. Was it indigenous?

    *Bleeb*: Oh, no. That was rather sedentary.

    ^Blob^: Are you playing, right now? The assemblage of indigenous and sedentary is obviously your attempt to play on metamorphic, by way of morpheme.

    *Bleeb*: But, apropos of nothing, cocaine powder, when crystallized, was called “rock”. Our ancestors smoked it and destroyed their neurons. So, you were incorrect in asserting that mind-altering drugs were not neurotoxins.

    ^Blob^: Must you badger and beleaguer every single point I make?

    *Bleeb*: That is your opinion.

    ^Blob^: Well you, sir, are less than the xanthan gum beneath my mental shoe.

  2. Letting you know, I will be back. 🙂 Dealing with a computer crash. 😦

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