Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #401

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

1. Bawbee – A Scottish coin of low value
2. Cereology – The study of or investigation of crop circles
3. Gnathic – having to do with the jaws
4. Illywhacker – a small-time confidence trickster
5. Logomachy – an argument about words
6. Mudlark – a person who scavenges in riverside mud at low tide for anything of value.
7. Rawky – foggy, damp and cold
8. Verjuice – a sour juice obtained from crab apples or unripe grapes
9. Zorro – a South American kind of fox
10. Ogdoad – a group or set of eight.

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13 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #401”

  1. Carson B says:

    My name is Don Diego de la Vega.

    You may know me as Zorro.

    Zip zip and ZIP. That’s a Z on your chest, motherfucker.

    I took down an ogdoad of corrupt wannabe noblemen in So ‘Cal.

    A goblet of fine wine tastes like god-damned verjuice when the sword is at your throat. Ask them. They’ll tell you.

    Sliced and diced.

    Worked my way up the coast. Frisco way. Rawky morning before seven. I stumbled upon a mudlark on a mussel hunt. Saw him the night before. Not a good man.

    Zip zip and ZIP and lunge. His contorted face with the ugly gnathic clench gave way to peace and bliss when the swordpoint slid through heart.

    I’m a good guy. Avenger. ZORRO. But even with the mask, things get tricky.

    I’m not a good illywhacker. Not a sweet-talk specialist. No one wants to hear about justice, either. Over twenty murders. Over twenty murders.

    They perseverated on that to the point of my conviction.

    No rope or chair for me, though. Just pills. Lots of them. And conversation over cards with a delusional Scot cereology nut whose conspiratorial jibberish isn’t worth a bawbee.

    The fox once so cunning and free, no longer makes the mark of the Z.

    Logomachy with white-coated staffers is a poor substitute for swordplay, my friends.

  2. Meg says:

    The flat blades lie in bound circle,
    The cereologist mused I am not sure
    If this was formed in a blue blood moon
    Or by mudlarks on a rawky night.
    We need to find the right ogdoad
    To offset the blade setters.
    And this circle is only the start of the
    Corn maze this year. Beware the
    Gnathic frenze masher.
    He only wants to eat people after
    He has setting the ongoing logomachy
    With the visiting sphinx.
    Well reset tunnel one. This trap
    Was triggered by a fox Zorro
    Not the masked avenger hero guy.
    They were all defeated by the illywhackers.
    Heroes all muscle and not even a bawbee of a brain.
    The next group is wainwrights toast them with verjuice.
    We will save the real wine to toast their end results.
    The flat blades lie in a bound circle…

  3. Anklebuster says:


    The ivory-tower logomachy between Professor Hugh and Dr. Kry threatened to devolve into fisticuffs between an illywhacker and a mudlark. Yes, at risk was the viability of their gnathic protuberances, should they switch from jabbering vacuously to jabbing viciously.

    Professor Hugh—of course—would assume the role of the sly investigator, whose job it was to convince the Dean of Arts and Sciences that scientific evidence supported the much-maligned “field” of cerelogy. The Dean, a swarthy anthropologist who rose through the ranks on the backs of slighter colleagues, enjoyed watching his underlings beg for funds and laboratory space:

    Hugh: Listen, you beetle-browed lumpkin! Stonehenge is merely the confirmation bias of your sociocultural leanings. Crop circles, on the other hand, do not stand in as monuments to any heritage. They owe their existence to the manifestation of the supernatural in astral planes.

    Kry: Beetle-browed? Why, I oughta …

    Hugh: That’s what you took from my last remark? Gaa! Why do I even bother! You’d think I was asking permission to hunt for a zorro in the rawky, pre-dawn English moor.

    Kry: Hah! You think I don’t know when you’re discussing foxes? I bet you thought you would trip me up by calling Don Diego de la Vega a Moor. Everyone knows he was from Nevada—”de la Vega”—duh!

    Hugh: Um, yeah. Silly me. Can we stay on topic, please? I have proof that angels communicated with Cro-magnon people. Dyes used in cave art were not indigenous. For example, evidence of brushes stained with verjuice hints that art supplies were ferried across celestial spheres.

    Kry: Are you making this up as you go along?

    Hugh: Indeed not! I can show a connection between the Ogdoad of Gnostic teachings and the lowly bawbee coin.

    Kry: You’re kidding.

    Hugh: “Barbelo.”

    Kry: Oh. My. God.

    Hugh: You see it, don’t you?

    Kry: What I see is a conspiracy theorist of the highest order; a prankster who thinks I am stupid enough to confuse Celtic numismatics with the First Mother.

    Hugh: Well, there was that whole Don Diego thing—

    Kry: You’re fired!

    Hugh: What?

    Kry: As the coin’s inscription states, nemo me impune lacessit!

    • If I had a bawbee for every time I asked Mitch to write a book … why I’d…
      be a rich cereologist prancing in circles letting out gnathic-powered cheers of joy …
      be a happy illywacker doing back flips …
      be ecstatic that my persuasive logomacy finally worked…
      be a literary mudlark who finally scored the motherload …
      be all warm and cozy, not in rawky-ville like I used to be …
      drink verjuice with Zorros and hit the happy Ogdoad-ball like a pipe-head winning the lottery.

      • KathleenMK says:

        Shane! Hey there, hoe there!

        And you know what… Mitch… Shane is right!
        If I am going to use my CCCs to compile a book, so should you!

        PPPssssstttt – Nice to see you Shane!

        Kathleen

      • Anklebuster says:

        Ha-ha! Shane, you nut. I’m working on it. No. Really. Got Scrivener and everyt’ing.

        Stay tuned!

        Thanks for continually encouraging me. Bawbees and all.

        Cheers,

        Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~~ You have me rolling in the aisle!

      Kathleen

      • Anklebuster says:

        Hi Kathleen,

        Mission accomplished. I wrote about you in my newsletter, telling folks how you’re trying to stump us every week. 🙂 You almost had me, too! Whew!

        By the way, I have giggle fits every time I read that silly exchange between Hugh and Kry.

        My wife thinks I’m nuts.

        Cheers,

        Mitch


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