Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #406

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: (Note: sorry for the delay of posting. Mud slides, closed roads and finding a new way to make it to my day job took extra hours and had my focus, out here in Eastern Kern County, California, USA.)

I found a list of Homophones — each of two or more words having the same pronunciation but different meanings, origins, or spellings:

  1. Pale
  2. Pail
  3. Ate
  4. Eight
  5. Alter
  6. Altar
  7. Band
  8. Banned
  9. Buy
  10. Bye
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31 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #406”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    She: You look pale. Let me get the pail.

    He: Musta been something I ate. Could it be the eight cashew matzohs I scarfed down?

    She: What the hell is that?

    He (points to an undulating plate of cheese): The bride suggested that we alter the menu, before she dashed away to the altar.

    She (gagging): That’s casu marzu, you moron! Gross! From now on, you’re just in charge of the band. You are banned from the kitchen!

    He: Thank you, God! I gotta go buy some Pepto-Bismol.

    She: Bye!

  2. Cathy Miller says:

    How fun, Kathleen. 🙂 The words – not the mud slides – been there. I lived over 20 years in California. Stay safe.
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    The pale moon dipped like a pail catching stars. The night ate the lingering light and cast it behind its eight layers of darkness.

    She felt her mood alter as fear took over what had been her altar of hope. She fought against the band of panic that strangled thought and banned her body to act. Where was he? Did she buy enough time? Had she earned a bye on the next chapter of pain?

    • Anklebuster says:

      Cathy, I almost forgot this was a homophone challenge. Eight layers of darkness does tend to put one on edge…well done!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Cathy ~~ Glad you like the words this week. And yah… the Tehachapi mud slid stuff is, well, I am just glad out of 83 cars, 50-some-odd big rigs, 2 RVs and a bus load of folks no one was injured.

      “… Had she earned a bye on the next chapter of pain?” wow… that just wrapped up your images so well! Bravo,

      Kathleen

      • Thanks, Kathleen. I am glad to hear no one was injured. What a mess mudslides are.

        • KathleenMK says:

          Miss Cathy ~~
          No one hurt in the Hwy 58, but one man was swept away at his campsite, my dad went out on the search and now it’s wait a few days for the cadaver dogs to go to work to find him. As CalTrans crews were cleaning up the mud the found a vehicle on it’s side and a man who did not survive the mud. 😦

          But considering there were so many folks involved… I am surprised and glad there were not more.

          Kathleen

  3. KathleenMK says:

    “Your efforts to pail … well,” she stopped mid-sentence trying to alter her tone of voice. Be less sarcastic, she told herself. “…Your efforts pale in comparison to our need to get this water out of the area.”

    “He’s gonna regret booking the Time Warp Band to be here at eight,” he said.

    “We have a little bit of time, he said they would not be here until after they ate. And if the leed singer is really allergic to thyme then he may have to say bye-bye a few times and one of the other members will have to buy some time while the leader is at the altar of the porcelain god,” she said remembering that the drummer had been drummed out of no completely banned, if memory servers me right, from the Crystal Palace for his practical jokes.

    As if he could hear her thoughts he said, “Only time will tell,” as he thought about the impending heaving of a full meal.

  4. joanraymondwriting says:

    My father said, “Show up at eight. Our favorite band, The Beach Boys would be on stage. And, be sure to buy your tickets in advance – they’re selling them at the church by our house.” I really tried my best. I ate dinner early. I used my new machine to alter and hem my trousers. Unfortunately, I hurried and turned pale when I stuck the needle right though my pinky finger. But things got worse from there. After making a quick trip to pick up the tickets at St. Jean’s church, I tripped over the incense pail the priest keeps next to the altar. Then to top it off, I was banned from the concert because I forgot to wear my trousers. Bye, bye to a fun evening.

  5. Meg says:

    In pale seas I float
    almost touching sand shore.
    I gather a pail of stars,
    head home away from
    blue waters and keeping
    only a trace of sand between
    toes and sprinkled in hair.
    I say bye to drift
    dunes and water,
    return home to banned dreams.
    In today’s work pace
    you cannot buy dreams
    only have shattered banned
    hopes. I, at the altar of
    Work, burn desire away,
    alter may mindpath
    to be a brownnoser again.
    By eight I ate my last
    Yogurt and entered the
    electronic void
    once
    again.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Meg, what a dreary picture. I loved what appears to be the narrative of a wave which, upon re-re-reading was more of a receding tide. 🙂 (The flow, pardon the pun, was mesmerizing, nevertheless.)

      The sad part is the trip from coast to cubicle…

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Meg ~~ ooooohhhhhhhh nnnnnnnoooooooo so sad.
      ..burn desire away,
      alter may mindpath
      to be a brownnoser again….

      Oh how I felt this as I read it.

      Wonderful ditty about work, a place it seems you don’t like – at least today,

      Kathleen

  6. Sheryl says:

    Jackson and the big one that got away!
    Jackson had gotten up early to go fishing. Today was going to be a great day to spend on the Lake Whatcamacallit. Once on the boat he dropped a line in the water. The waters calm, no breeze, lots of peace and quiet. The fish just not a-bittin’ today. Soon the clouds passed on by and sun was disappearing; storm clouds were darkening the sky. “Damn!…” better head in he thought.
    Knowing that he’d better not go home empty handed he prayed for just one fish. Low and behold his fishing rod starting bouncing and there was a tug on the line. “Please make it a big one…” said Jackson. He was lucky, caught a 5-lb trout! Today was going to be good… Looking up again, he said “Just one more God, please?” Sure enough his prayers were being answered. Soon he had forgotten about the storm, his bucket was now filled with enough trout to feed the neighborhood. What a hero he would be tonight … or not … Just as Jackson decided to head to shore, the storm clouds broke loose and it started raining so hard that contents of the wooden pail ended up just beyond the pale.
    You see, as the storm was out of control causing the eagles to take flight and alter their course as they left their spectacular altar in the mountains as they band together before the thunder banned the majestic prey to head to safer ground. Jackson looked up and nearly got flocked by the retreating eagles and the accipitridae ate the eight trout they had wrestled from a frightened fisherman.
    On the way home from this horrible day on the lake, Jackson saw a small grocery store along side of the road. Not wanting to go home empty handed, he stopped in to buy some dinner and bid the clerk bye-bye as he head to the homestead with rod in hand and dinner in a bag!

    • KathleenMK says:

      Sheryl ~~ What a clever use of the list. It is a fun read for sure.

      …and nearly got flocked by the retreating eagles… cute use of flocked!

      …rod in hand and dinner in a bag! Not the way he wanted to “bag” dinner, but happy to have eats I am sure.

      Bravo,
      Kathleen


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