Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #394

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. Riparian – by the back of a stream
  2. Pyrrhic – successful with heavy losses
  3. Offing
  4. Lissome – slender and graceful
  5. Inure – to become jaded
  6. Halcyon
  7. Furtive
  8. Glamour
  9. Erstwhile
  10. Bungalow



6 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #394”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Lissome trees bowed in deference to the Wizard’s bungalow as the bearded old geezer rode inside.

    “Now, you show me respect, lummoxen! I warned you about sneaking furtive glances at my daughter!” The wizard mocked the erstwhile noblemen mercilessly. He dismounted from the wild boar and tossed it into the roaring fireplace.

    He’d long ago become inured to the attention foisted upon his beautiful Athenia. In fact, the half-elf spawn of a wench had spent the last half century projecting her enchanting glamour in the form of a halcyon brook just beyond the front door.

    During the day, she babbled happily in some ancient, riparian dialect. At twilight, she returned to her corporeal form, free to bewitch and torment would-be suitors. Love’s first kiss was a cruel joke from fairy tales; Athenia was doomed to act out her mother’s treachery on these unsuspecting men.

    As soon as the promise of courtship was in the offing, the poor mortals were given a Pyrrhic dowry: immortality along the banks of their beloved.

  2. meg says:

    When I was happy

    I was happy
    I was
    On a day no so long ago
    In a glamour of would be elves
    Was lissome and offered by phyrrhic words
    To the riparian landscape that was my misspent
    Happy happy time that
    I really knew was a pretense.
    Erstwhile happiness only grows inured
    And I was
    There was no halcyon time no white fenced
    Bungalows with pansy dreams,

    Reality has a way of growing up and
    Devouring real and imagined dreams
    In the end
    I wish
    To be

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