Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #405

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.

For this week’s challenge:

The English language includes an interesting category of words and phrases called contronyms (also spelledcontranyms, or referred to asautoantonyms) — terms that, depending on context, can have opposite or contradictory meanings. When you use these words, be sure the context clearly identifies which meaning is intended:

  1. Apology: A statement of contrition for an action, or a defense of one
  2. Aught: All, or nothing
  3. Bolt: To secure, or to flee
  4. Bound: Heading to a destination, or restrained from movement
  5. Dollop: A large amount (British English), or a small amount
  6. Dust: To add fine particles, or to remove them
  7. Enjoin: To impose, or to prohibit
  8. Finished: Completed, or ended or destroyed
  9.  First degree: Most severe in the case of a murder charge, or least severe in reference to a burn
  10. Fix: To repair, or to castrate

19 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #405”

  1. Sheryl Kolt says:

    Headlines read…”Women found not guilty in the first degree!”

    Baking can be such a joyous endeavor. It’s a lot of work, but the outcome can be such a great reward. Suzie homemaker spent an afternoon up to her eyebrows in flour, baking soda, eggs, etc. The sumptuous brownies were ready for the oven. Once finished baking, Suzie would fix herself to a large cup of Joe, a dollop of clotted crème and a dust of powdered sugar…she had been drooling for the past hour. To hell with her dietary restrictions she thought, her doctor’s should not enjoin her enjoyment of this luscious treat. The buzzer sounded, not wanting to bolt to the kitchen, she bound down the hall, stepped on the dog, breaking it’s little neck (OMG). Unable to speak, her husband said aught to her even though an apology was not forthcoming.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    The detective offered no apology to the maid, who’d just finished her dusting. The dollop of fingerprint powder was for aught; it was just a polite formality to appease Avery Wigganthorpe IV.

    Old fool couldn’t even be bothered to bolt the front door. He was bound to be burglarized—the police could hardly enjoin Wigganthorpe to take preventative measures. The harried gumshoe imagined that such hubris would only be fixed when the crime elevated to first degree murder.

  3. Cathy Miller says:

    How appropriate that apology is the 1st word. Seems I’m always giving one for being M.I.A. 😉

    His apology for aught he knew meant words would bolt from the constraints that bind
    What was bound was freed with a dollop of delight, as he dust time with destiny
    Rules enjoin creativity to bars of restraints until the last breath is finished
    The carnage may sting like a first degree burn or ravish in flames of heat
    Dare we fix the damage to words or revel in their rebirth?

    • Anklebuster says:

      Apology accepted. Welcome back! LOL I missed you.



    • KathleenMK says:

      Cathy ~~ Life happens; no apology necessary. You aught not feel like you need to bolt at the sight of the list of 10 little words. Okay, so my lists, of late, have been Shane-esk which means they were bound to dust off a list of first degree neglected words within the English language, but here you come, not allowing an enjoined restriction on your creativity and you fixed up a nice little ditty that finished well. Because, after all… the words should revel in their rebirth, yes their rebirth!

  4. KathleenMK says:

    “Would you like some assistance in fixing that?” Dillon asked as he walked up to the back barn wall.

    “No,” Isabella sighed. “No, thank you though. The only way to fix this is to fix him.” She pulled the broken board out of the stall.

    As she began to stand to her full height she wrapped her fingers around her lariat. She was bound to show this unruly colt that she could dust off her best knife and enjoin an attitude change within him.

    “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Dillon asked knowing the colt came from good bloodlines. Ones he knew she had hoped to infuse into her stock.

    “Better to fix this problem now, castrate him now. He is being a first-degree idiot. He is letting his testosterone get the best of him. I don’t want to have to have an apology at the ready when he hurts another horse or worse, a human,” she brought her right hand up over her head in a counter-clockwise motion building a larger loop with every completed circle. Walking toward the bay he looked at her, wide-eyed, ready to bolt.

    One more wined-up and she released the rope. It landed right where her index finger silently pointed and told it to go. As the rope flew through the air the colt froze with fear. With the lasso over his head she pulled up the slack dropping her hand to her hip. The honda of lasso slid up the rope stopping once tightly situated around the colt’s throat.

    “Whoa son,” she said walking up to him shortening the rope.

    “Well, that is a good sign,” Dillon said.

    “I agree,” she said as she took a hold of his halter.

    “Do you want the hobbles?”


    Dillon grabbed the hobbles from the tack room and rejoined her in the arena. Within minutes he had the leather buckled snuggly around the colt’s front pasterns, just above his hoofs but below his fetlocks. As he stood he took a hold of his halter and she bent down running the rope through the colt’s front legs and back to his near back leg. She let the rope rest on the back of the colt’s hind pastern.

    “Ready?” she asked Dillon.

    He nodded keeping and eye on the colt’s reactions.

    Isabella steadily and gently put tension on the rope. The colt did not freak out and that was good. She continued the steady pull lifting his hind leg off the ground while bringing his head down. He began to loose balance and give way to the gravity of it all.

    He lightly plopped down on one hip and lay out on his side. Dillon put a knee on the colt’s neck while Isabella tied the rope to the hobbles. A moment later she was leaning on the colt’s hip, leaning over his belly, her sharp knife in hand.

    “It’s all of nothing,” Dillon said.

    Aught not have to have an attitude adjustment like this, but he is stubborn and we don’t want that mindless bad attitude in our breeding program,” she said cutting the sheath and extracting the testicles. Within minutes she had the hay twine tied off above the cowper’s glands and the spermatic cords cut. “I’m finished. Can you untie that rope and take the hobbles off from where you are kneeling?”

    “Yes ma’am,” Dillon said as he began releasing the colt’s bonds. “Ready?” he asked as he prepared to get up off of the colt’s neck.

    Isabella had stepped back from the colt before saying, “Yes sir.”

    The colt slowly sat up and then got up on all four. Walking slowly around the arena.

    “Let’s go wash up and have a cup of coffee,” she said holding up her bloody hands and the knife.

    “You up to a dollop of cream with that fresh brew?” Dillon asked as he walked beside his bride.

  5. Aught dust particles bolt, enjoin, fix, and bound to first-degree finished apologies for CCC rough draft dollop quickies – i.e., Mitch’s comment made me write this drivel.;)

    • Anklebuster says:

      Ha-ha, you said, “dribble”. Made me think of a kid who couldn’t pronounce V’s.




      p.s. For those not in the loop, I read the e-mail version of this comment…dribble was funnier.

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