Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #415

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. Claus
  2. Clause
  3. Rain
  4. Dear
  5. Deer
  6. Pere Noel
  7. Birth
  8. Chattel
  9. Gift
  10. Blessing
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12 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #415”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    A Christmas Carol

    Dashing through the course
    With a crib sheet up my sleeve
    Nothing could be worse
    Than a test on Christmas Eve!
    Real Estate is mean,
    Terms that make me pause
    What the heck is chattel lien
    Or market value clause?

    (OH!)

    Pere Noel, Pere Noel,
    Ain’t you Santa Claus?
    Please bring me a glossary
    So I know from true or false!

    (HEY!)

    Now the teacher comes
    (I can hear her rubbing thighs)
    A gift for us bums
    It’s a blessing in disguise!
    “Just name all eight deer
    “And I’ll let you pass.
    “Get one wrong, let me be clear:
    “I’ll kick you out this class!”

    (OH!)

    Pere Noel, Pere Noel,
    Praised be Jesus’ birth!
    Dear Lord, I don’t know them names
    Let us have peace on this Earth!

    (HEY!)

  2. KathleenMK says:

    Mitch !!!!!!!!!!
    This is wonderful!!!!!!!! I am going to share it …. As I picked the list even I wondered how I was going to be able to use them…. You outdid my expectations.

    Merry Christmas and I having studied for the real estate exam … good luck.

    Kathleen

    • Anklebuster says:

      Hi Kathleen! Thanks for sharing. It was based on my experience in Real Estate class which, contrary to the poem, was quite lovely. I passed the exam in PA and VA but the fees to keep it were more than I made as an agent. LOL

      Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

  3. Meg says:

    In the season of raining deer

    In the season of raining deer
    They are not a gift blessing
    But a clatter of hooves
    Birthing drive by hunting
    Russian roulette
    Horns and oh dear God
    another suicidal death by car deer
    I head home bypassing deergoredom
    And check my riders
    To be sure that
    Maniacal hormonal deer are covered
    The fine print says deer okay
    Unless owned by Northern Claus
    Or any belonging to Pere Noel
    Those are extra to be under chattel riders
    So be on the lookout
    For flying leaping
    No longer cute herds of doom

    • Anklebuster says:

      Meg, this is written as if you’ve had some unpleasant, close encounters with the animals. 🙂 Hopefully, this is not true. Either way, it’s brilliant!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Meg ~~ such a creative ditty. You had me laughin’ from early on. It sounds like you at noon too fond of the cloven hoofed creatures. And that makes this funny in the process of reading it.

      Kathleen

  4. KathleenMK says:

    “Oh… look… here he comes. His red beard is … is… ssssoooo,” she whispered the deer she was brushing the only one who heard her. Jessica [reportedly the real name of Mrs. Kringle] swooned and got light headed as he continued to walk down the barn isle.

    When all of a sudden he stopped turning to look at her. Kris smiled when he saw her. Wow, and although he kept this thought to himself the twinkle in his eyes was a tell-tale gift to her. He stopped, lifting a finger to his nose before speaking.

    “My dear lady …”

    “Yes?” she said softly, not taking her eyes off of him.

    “…is there a clause in contract that declares you must take a break for nourishment?” Her smile grew as her cheeks became rosy.

    “Yes, yes sir I do believe there is.”

    He nodded ever so slightly.

    “Well then, would you be interested in joining me … for … a … mid-day … nourishing enrichment?” Good Lord Claus did you just learn to speak? He chided himself for stumbling over his words.

    Did that doe just a nod? Jessica wondered as she continued to pull the fibers of the body brush over the light brown fur. Then she saw it, Vixen actually turned her head toward Jessica and winked. The human took a deep breath, releasing it from her lungs slowly before she spoke. “Yes. Yes, I think I would like to join you for my lunch break.”

    “Wonderful. If you can pull yourself away from miss Vixen there …” Vixen looked at Kristopher, narrowing her eyes a bit, for effect only. “She is not your chattel Vixen,” he teasingly scolded the doe before making her a promise. “I will bring her back Vixen and you will have your pampering continued.” The doe closed her eyes and dipped her head a bit, in approval.

    Kris waited for Jessica to exit the stall. After she slid he door closed she set the brush down on the bench outside the stall. Kris cocked his left arm out offering for her to wrap her’s in his. She obliged and they began to walk out of the barn.

    “Humm it is raining, do you still want to go?”

    “Oh yes. The rain is a blessing and a promise of good things to come. It washes the air clean and makes way for snow,” she mused.

    Nearly magically Kris presented an umbrella and as they stepped out of the barn he opened it raising it above their heads. They walked to his ride and she got in. He put his finger beside his nose and he was behind the driver’s seat.

    He drove to the restaurant; as he pulled up in front the valet stepped up, open the passenger side door. But before he could do more Kris extended his hand down to Jessica. She laid her hand in his. Aaawwweeee, as light as the kiss of a snowflake on one’s cheek. he thought.

    As they made their way to the entry the valet followed with his own umbrella covering their heads. The door open, but not by magic; there was a host dressed in slacks and a crisp white shirt and a red and green tie.

    “Come in,” he said cheerfully.

    “We have a reservation,” Kris said.

    “Name please?” the hostess asked and the host closed the door behind them.
    Pere Noel,” Kris replied.

    “Yes, right here. Please follow me,” the hostess said as she picked up two menus. As they followed not a word was said. “Here you go,” she said stopping just past the table in front of the fireplace. “I hope you enjoy your meal,” she said and then she was gone.

    Kris pulled the chair out for Jessica and then lightly pushed it in up under her.

    As they waited for the server to show up they both smiled.

    The birth of something beautiful has begun. They both thought nearly at the same moment.


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