Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #421

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. Surgical
  2. Dissection
  3. Cellar
  4. Arm
  5. Hammer
  6. Oder
  7. Free
  8. Ageless
  9. Sustain
  10. Improve

5 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #421”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Hi, Kathleen!

    Did you mean Oder (River in Czech Republic), odor, order or something else?




    • KathleenMK says:

      Good morning Mitch ~~ Sorry for the Delay… was doing hospital duty with my dad as he had a full shoulder replacement.

      Well with my typo… let’s go with Oder the river. It will make a more cleaver fun “mistake”.

      — Kathleen

  2. Anklebuster says:

    Better to throw your hammer in the Oder than to build your house on its shifting sands.

    From the wine cellar of madness comes a flagon of man-made poison. It is said that whosoever shall raise this vessel to his arm and drink of the potion will free himself from the clutches of death.

    Alas, a surgical dissection of the ancient texts reveals that those foolish enough to interpret the proverb literally would sustain an instantaneous embrace with the Grim Reaper.

    In an attempt to improve one’s lot in life, the consumption of embalming fluid ensures only that one’s body becomes ageless.

  3. Meg says:

    I went with odor already did it before I realized the spelling 🙂

    A familiar tune, clichés in two quarter time.

    In the time of critical thinking,
    dissection of words
    is finding surgical perfection
    in the paring of ego.
    You need to hammer lines
    on the forge of thought.
    Free radical thought becomes ageless able
    to sustain you through word drought.
    In loneliness, finding squat
    but driving away in chartreuse cars,
    nothing comes now.
    In time you will be able to improve,
    remove the odorous stink of bad writing
    to find green ways to compose yourself.
    The door inside is open but still I find myself
    in damp cellar minds
    unable to arm and fire thought
    on the pitcher’s mound of curve ball of wildness.
    In a forest of wooded trees, only twig ideas are found.

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