Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #424

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. Dore
  2. Disgorging
  3. Xenophobia
  4. Rebellion
  5. Segregation
  6. Worship
  7. Wisdom
  8. Peace
  9. Prejudice
  10. Milestones




5 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #424”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Martians had no concept of prejudice. Their brains were wired like lobotomized slugs: each experience was new. Yet, their transcendent race had accumulated the wisdom to recognize xenophobia as it applied to them. I blanched at the unusual combination of smell and terror-inducing hisses emanating from my tour guide.

    “Plack manu frobbish, Gia?” What are you afraid of, Earthling? Yonder creek has overflowed its banks, disgorging a nice harvest of plump dore and plankton. Shall we dine?

    I frantically waved my hands in front of me. It was—I hoped—the universal gesture for “Hell, no!” Thankfully, within minutes, the creek was forgotten. We continued our trek along the outskirts of the terraformed habitat.

    “This vista is majestic, Gia. No other kaluluwa lives with this view. I know this is an odd concept for you. Your habitat is overpopulated, covered with chemical gases and rather too close to Mother Star, at any rate.

    “We kaluluwa worship segregation. Each creek is a natural peace-keeper: we have not had a rebellion since the Ethereal Exodus.”

    I just nodded dumbly as I tried to control the periodic tremors that accompanied each foul whiff of this grotesque creature. Truthfully, the milestones of inter-species diplomacy seemed less relevant with each step I took on this godforsaken rock.

    A war between the worlds was about as likely as my kissing that green guppy on its cheek. I turned toward the embassy, hoping the hint would be taken.

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