Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #414

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. Frigid
  2. Blustery
  3. Stoke
  4. Stoked
  5. Toast
  6. Toasted
  7. Yuletide
  8. You
  9. Tied
  10. Rails

 

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8 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #414”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Bram was stoked. His first novel, some drivel about an undead bloodsucker, was an instant bestseller in the Dante circuit. Eight more to go, before he would be allowed into the inner sanctum. He looked forward to escaping the blustery, frigid winters of London.

    While he was not the toast of the town, his association with the Lyceum Theater afforded him valuable introductions to high society, whose wealth included many volumes of published material.

    For his next book, he’d considered a Yuletide theme, but felt unduly influenced by the fifty year-old success of A Christmas Carol. For all he knew, Old Charlie would clamber from the depths of hell to squash any serious adaptations of his work.

    Instead, he returned to horror. His second novel, You Bastard!, explored the dark side of Henry VIII’s relationship with his son, the Duke of Richmond. Bram tied together all of the conspiracy theories surrounding the Duke’s last illness.

    The Dante circle was not pleased with this effort. For his trouble, Bram was castrated and toasted over a huge pit in Circle Two. He was punished for lusting after the inner circle and for not recognizing that to stoke the engine of one’s ego, was to risk going off the rails of one’s sanity.

  2. KathleenMK says:

    The weather outside is frightful, but not as frightful as the conditions inside this house.
    The frigid family conditions abound as some are blustery bags of hot air spewing their anger instead of the love they were raised with
    I am not stoked to see the flames of anger and the attempts of some to stoke them – and not just because it is the season with better reasons to be kind.
    I raise my cup of Joe and toast my loved ones while I know I could get toasted … but what good would that do…
    I choose to remember the times – “You tied it too tight, I can’t get the ribbon off.” “I did not tie that, Santa did.” A simpler time when life did not derail the yuletide spirit and my little girl used to love wearing her “Happy Birthday Jesus” pin.
    Oh Lord, please let the rails of the memory train be clear tonight.


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