Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #419

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. Rose
  2. Horses
  3. Glue
  4. Seeds
  5. Welcoming
  6. Rejoicing
  7. Longing
  8. Millennially
  9. Melancholy
  10. Farewell

 

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2 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #419”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    As the backward town bid farewell to its senses, the wizard’s daughter embraced the welcoming glow of the magical village that rose one hundred leagues beyond the horizon.

    To mere humans, the rising sun was simply the glue that bonded men to fields, seeds to land and horses to grass. To the wizard’s daughter, the fiery orb illuminated the portal that had—until now—separated her from her beloved father. It boiled away the last of her melancholy, purified her ichor, and set off sensations of rejoicing within her aura.

    Her time in the mortal plane had been well spent. The portal, which opened millennially, was attracted to her strong longing. Amplified by the weevils she’d loosed on the peasants’ crops, yearning had transfigured into an insatiable hunger for home, hearth and family.

    Unfortunately for the humans, she’d allowed some of that energy to fry their unprotected brains. Of course, the zombie problem would not be her concern. She spread her arms and flew off into the sunrise.

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  2. Meg says:

    The run for the roses no longer
    Brings rejoicing the
    Welcoming of spring days hats
    Mint julips, family bickering wagering
    Only a melancholy longing for the time
    That was before farewell to lost memories
    And wishing for one more race of seconds
    To watch together.
    Horses till run.
    Seeds are still planted.
    But without the glue of the past, the
    Present just
    Drifts.


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