Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #412

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. Frost
  2. Nip
  3. Tuck
  4. Crystal
  5. Garland
  6.  Pine
  7. Fur
  8. Purr
  9. Pour
  10. Poor
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6 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #412”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jacob’s time machine was a marvel of any-tech—that wondrous crystal harvested from the fur of intoxicated space kittens. He loved how the engine would purr like an Earth-cat during the Industrial Age, and then hum like an Armageddon Trigger once he’d zoomed past the 2570’s.

    Lest you ring the alarm with PETA, these creatures are neither inebriated, nor are they felines. They are compounds found only in the frost tails of comets. Indentured servants live on creaky ships that chase these tails forever. The poor souls only get a break when their comet passes within a million miles of a habitable planet—and then, just long enough to tuck into a hearty meal at the space station canteen.

    The setting was for 1976, the locale was an inhospitable rock in the Orion Nebula and the event was a live showing of The Wizard of Oz, run backwards by the agile performers. Simultaneously, sixteen Martians that looked like Judy Garland were to hum “Hello, everybody. This is Mrs. Norman Maine,” to the tune of every song ever picked up by radio telescopes.

    Jacob wasn’t going for the entertainment. He wanted to kidnap a Martian and replace it with the 1943 version of the real Judy, just before she was to do Presenting Lily Mars. His purpose was to prevent her makeover—which he thought was the catalyst for her destructive behavior. If he pulled this off, he would graduate from the University of Cosmos with a degree in Astrorevisionology.

    Of course, Jacob hadn’t counted on Esau fouling things up. The older twin had taken his own time machine back to the evening of the fateful lentil soup / birthright exchange. As Jacob began to pour the slop into a bowl, Esau threw a pine cone into the stewpot. Startled, Jacob stumbled backwards, tripped over his own heels and cracked his skull on the oaken table.

    Apart from the obvious, the pine cone was deprived of growing into the tree that would have provided the timber for an anonymous shepherd’s staff. Without that staff, a lone wolf was free to ravage a defenseless flock—don’t ask me why the fool shepherd just didn’t get another—oh, wait! He did have another staff, but it was so cheap, it splintered when he struck the wolf. A quick nip in the groin and the shepherd was never to know his wife again.

    Judy Garland’s lineage was severed in antiquity.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~~
      purr like an Earth-cat during the Industrial Age…
      I love how you bring both worlds/time together seamlessly.

      And what a wonderful way to not lend the words to a holiday ditty. One I might ad makes me chuckle.

      Kathleen

  2. KathleenMK says:

    As the frost nips at my nose
    I tuck it into my scarf.

    I notice the warmth of the tears;
    The tears that freely flow down my cheek.

    Unsure if they will crystalize into ice
    Like the ice I feel around my heart.

    No garland draped anywhere
    No pine tree decorated to the hilt
    No fur-lined coat
    Nope none of this will alter the low purr of sadness
    I hear coming from my own body.

    I find my mood a poor thing to hang around my neck.
    It is time to pour me into a warm bed
    I will try to dream of those I miss.


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