Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge # 403

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. Chatoyant – Like a cat’s eye
  2. Ephemeral – Short lived
  3. Furtive – Shifty, sneaky
  4. Gambol – to skip or leap about joyfully
  5. Nemesis – an unconquerable archenemy
  6. Offing – the sea between the horizon and the offshore
  7. Tintinnabulation – tinkling
  8. Aa – a kind of volcanic lava that forms jagged masses with a light frothy texture; in an unrelated sense (‘a stream’)
  9. Divaricate – to stretch or spread apart
  10. Donkeyman – a man working in a ship’s engine room
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9 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge # 403”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Don the donkeyman told me about the Hawaiian islands’ volcanoes. After a long day keeping the Marie Elise steaming through the Pacific, he would come topside and sidle next to me. His unnecessarily furtive glances fore and aft made me chuckle—a lowly buckeen stealing a moment with an heiress, yearning to taste the tintinnabulation of my unattainable, high-born laughter, teased forth with his earthy charms.

    And he was charming, Don was. As I gazed dreamily into the offing, watching the dolphins gambol as the sun kissed the ocean, he caressed me with his tales of the aa, molten lava bubbling and hardening without surcease. He spoke reverently of the ever-changing shoreline, the hissing steam and the sharp tinkling that sounded so much like breaking glass.

    The accounts always ended with a wistful revelation. Don swore he came up with the idea for a tabletop novelty that simulated the ephemeral ebb and flow of the aa. He painstakingly described how his device would tilt to and fro, causing brightly colored wax to clump together in a chatoyant blob; then slowly divaricate as the pendulum-like motion see-sawed in the opposite direction, before coming back together to begin all over again.

    As the attentive listener, though I’d heard this story many times, I would bat my eyes and laugh delightedly. Having thus delivered the sought-after payload, I would turn serious and ask Don why he never developed his novelty for the mass market.

    Keeping the charade alive, he too would adopt a stern posture before answering. A nemesis, a blimey bean counter, had stolen his idea and had the temerity to add light to the contraption and call it a Lava Lamp!

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~~ It seems the words played well with your mind as you laid them down via the keyboard, and so quickly this morning!

      Bravo, a “Lava Lamp!” snicker, snicker, snicker,

      Kathleen

      • Anklebuster says:

        Thanks, Kathleen. Sometimes, serendipitous connections converge with your crafty constructions. In this case, the roads were a recently viewed video of aa and my blog post about social class in Scrabble.

        Your list was a perfect match for that intersection. 🙂

        Cheers,

        Mitch

    • Myrestan stood at the rail on the bridge wing, his head turned to the tintinnabulation the breeze had brought from the white-plastered church on the headland above the old aa field. He realised it was Sunday. He could see a small group meandering up the zig-zag line of steps to where a black garbed and bearded priest waited.
      Suddenly two children broke away on a divaricate path, running straight up the grassy bank, taking a shortcut. Myrestan grinned at their gambol, remembering his own youth, then a movement in the offing caught his eye and he turned towards the open mouth of the bay. His smile disappeared.
      A shaft of the early sun illuminated the wheelhouse interior briefly as he threw open the door and stepped in off the deck. Although they were at anchor, their skipper was inevitably where he always stood, gazing forward while leaning on the wheel. The man turned at the interruption, a chatoyant gleam coming from his oversize amber ring as the sunlight fell on it.
      “What do you want, donkeyman?”
      Myrestan gestured through the bridge windows at the fast launch which was heading directly for them.
      “Is that the Nemesis?” He asked.
      The skipper leaned further towards the glass, as if another inch would let him better see the approaching vessel. He didn’t notice Myrestan send a furtive glance back towards the Sunday normality he’d glimpsed on the grassy hillside.
      “I believe you’re right. That was an ephemeral seclusion.”

  2. KathleenMK says:

    She stood on the shoreline with her eyes locked on the offing where she saw … well she was not sure. Is that a boat coming in? Is it a submarine? What would be out there now at sunset?

    Her vantage point from the shore was ephemeral. She began to gambol about. She divaricated her arms then brought them together, clapping her hands, then repeated.

    The boat was coming closer. She knew it was only a matter of time. The cops will be waiting for you Donkeyman. She had not needed to be furtive in the attempt to bring her nemesis to justice. It seem there was a witness to the ship’s engine room mechanic pushing her down on the aa. The lightly frothy texture of the jagged lava cut into her leg leaving a distinctive scar on her leg that many thought a chatoyant. It was an injury that was hard to hind so she fashioned a light chain with charms around her leg just below the knee joint. As she jumped for joy the tintinnabulation of the charms both bought joy her with the light sound while embolden her to push on in spit of his dismissive behaviors.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Kathleen, I have no idea how you managed to get all of those words into three short paragraphs! 🙂

      The foreshadowing is done very well, here.

      Cheers,

      Mitch

      • KathleenMK says:

        Mitch ~~ Thank you. And… I was short on time when I wrote yesterday and wha-la… sometimes the words just fall into place for me.

        And thanks again, I want the reader to get … an idea that I help them find. The foreshadowing works well with the romance pieces too, guess it overflows here.

        Until the next list!

        Kathleen


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