Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #416

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. Auld Lang Syne
  2. Old
  3. Mischievous
  4. Time
  5. Square
  6. Ring in
  7. Bid
  8. Adieu
  9. Promise
  10. Bubbly

P.S. ~~ Happy New Year to all of yours and you, of course.

Kathleen
Creative Copy Challenge

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One Comment on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #416”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Griselda had a mischievous twinkle in her glass eye. Bob pretended it was a twinkle, though he knew it was really just the glint of the naked, 40-watt bulb in the smelly hallway. He already regretted the promise he’d made to his old man as he passed through the international gate:

    “I will not be a 40 year-old virgin, Pa! This time, I will get laid!”

    Griselda had been lurking in the shadows, scouting out easy marks, when Bob practically fell into her skanky lap. She smoothed out her torn skirt, snuck up behind him and started humming Auld Lang Syne, while gently tugging at the ring in his ear with crusty lips.

    Startled by the explosion of sensations assaulting his nostrils, earlobes and loins, Bob sprang five feet in the air. When he landed, he sprawled on the ground, atop the nasty whore. Bubbly droplets of blood dripped from his ripped ear.

    “What the hell!” Bob struggled to his feet.

    “Too late,” grinned Griselda. “You must follow me.”

    Typically, the loins overruled the nostrils and the brain. Bob looked Griselda square in her glass eye and croaked, “Let’s go.”

    Five minutes later, in the dingy housing complex, Bob bid adieu to virginity, self-respect and his last twenty dollars.


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