Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #411

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.

Sorry for the delay yah’ll, for those in the United States — Happy Thanksgiving. For those outside the United States — may your week be filled with many things you find yourself thankful for, as we, in the U.S., focus on the same. And Happy Writing too.

  1. Yam
  2. Pilgrim
  3. Giblets
  4. Canoe
  5. Dish
  6. Mayflower
  7. Taste
  8. Wishbone
  9. Voyage
  10. Autumn

4 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #411”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Autumn Summers crashed into the Mayflower moving van. Fortunately, she was only trying to get out of her parking space, so her voyage was not terminated.

    The same could not be said of her salad: the cheap plastic dish had flipped off the dashboard like a pilgrim going over Niagara Falls in a flimsy canoe.

    The turkey and trimmings landed in the passenger seat, but the lettuce and friends wound up on the floor, a capsized container of wasted food. She wondered if the Wishbone dressing would ever come out of the carpet.

    With a shrug and and a sigh, Autumn decided to taste a forkful of yam, giblets and stuffing, thankful that the van driver was nowhere in sight.

    Happy Thanksgiving! Hopefully, you’ll be on the couch when you “crash”.

  2. KathleenMK says:

    I am a little late to the party, but sometimes the sadness envelopes me and takes away my simplest joys. As I regain them… here we go:

    “Hey Pilgrim.”

    “Yes?” he responded.

    “If you hand your giblets over the edge of the canoe … we might be able to get the salmon to bite.”

    Yammer, yammer, yammer … that’s all I am hearin’,” Pilgrim replied.

    “You know momma sent us out on this voyage to get the ingredients on this list. And you know that when momma wants to fix tastey vittles to dish out on a Sunday evening we can’t go on out the Mayflower</b and pick up a bunch of groceries.”

    “Yah, I know. It’s too far away, Wishbone. I know.”

    “That’s my boy. Now get a-dangling.

    So, without farther ado Pilgrim dropped his drawers and balanced himself on the side of the boat.

    “These autumn leaves sure make beautiful music,” Wishbone said as the boat began to rock.

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