Writing Challenge – Creative Copy Challenge #428

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. Resurrect
  2. Basket
  3. Thorns
  4. Dye
  5. Lily
  6. Jubilant
  7. Lamb
  8. Narthex – an antechamber, porch, or distinct area at the western entrance of some early Christian churches, separated off by a railing and used by catechumens, penitents, etc.
  9. Venerable — accorded a great deal of respect, especially because of age, wisdom, or character.
  10. Ovation
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16 Comments on “Writing Challenge – Creative Copy Challenge #428”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    The venerable lamb received a standing ovation from the hungry, but jubilant ragamuffins lurking in the narthex.

    As if by magic, each child’s basket of thorns morphed into a lily-shaped cornucopia. Morsels of bread, cheese and salted fish filled the wondrous flora.

    The children ate as quickly as they could; once the red dye completely soaked the wool, the spell would dissipate.

    The slowest eaters would not survive the week. Too bad the priests couldn’t resurrect the sacrifice more efficiently.

  2. Tony says:

    Lily had only been a volunteer at St Vincents for a couple of weeks when the vicar made his announcement. The bishop, The Venerable Stanley Midlleman had decided that he would like to resurrect the old local Easter tradition of “The Jubilant Walk”.

    The idea was that on Easter Sunday, the village children would walk from the church to the village war memorial. Each child would carry a basket that held some symbol of the Easter story, such as a crown of thorns, palm crucifixes although the bishop had been adamant, that chocolate eggs would be frowned upon.

    The procession would start from the nave of the old church, through the little used narthex and out into the churchyard, before following the main road to the memorial. The children had been asked to wear old clothes that would symbolise the poor. They were also encouraged to dye these old clothes any bright colour they chose.

    After a short service a local farmer, Jonathon Stephens would offer to the bishop a new born lamb which symbolised the rebirth of Jesus. In previous years, this usually resulted in a ‘spontaneous’ ovation from the assembled village. If all went according to plan, the procession would then return to the church.

    All they needed now was a fine Easter Sunday.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Tony~~ Welcome to the fold! It is good to see you here.

      I love the ….Stanley Midlleman… I love that your most venerable person is just a ‘middle man’ or well, at least that is where your writing took my mind to. 🙂 And then you painted a vivid picture in my mind. Bravo.

      And now for my two hopes: You have a Happy Easter and we see you come back and join us time and time again.

      Kathleen

      • Tony says:

        Thanks Kathleen. This was the first one I felt I could have a go at. Going to try more I think. Happy Easter to you too.

        • KathleenMK says:

          Tony ~~ Well I am glad you took a stab at this list. I hope my word choices hinder you no longer.

          I, like Mitch, am looking forward to seeing more from you,
          Kathleen

    • Anklebuster says:

      Tony, this is really cool. You set the tone for something I’d want to continue reading…
      Welcome to the madness!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

  3. Meg says:

    In the resurrection of thorns
    The lilies bloom in an ovation to the rose.
    The baskets empty of flowers
    lie in wait in the narthex waiting
    the awakening time.
    The venerable dream still sleeps.
    Even the lamb dreams while the dye in the pot
    Never quite boils so never colors the thought of the sleeper.
    And the far off time of jubilant kisses
    Never quite happens.
    And only flowers bloom and send the scent of
    Never waking…

  4. […] Title says it all. It has been a poor week for my blog. As I mentioned last time, I have been on leave this week and other things have kind of taken over. For example, I re-painted the ceiling of our en-suite shower. Don’t ask how that went, suffice to say, it took all day. Then there were other things that made sitting down and typing a few words , a bit of a chore. Although I did have a stab at the Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge. This blog give you 10 random words and you have to make a short story using all the words. As the subject says, it was a bit of a challenge, but as some of the words this time seemed to suggest an Easter theme, I came up with this. […]

  5. KathleenMK says:

    Sorry I am a bit late to the game. Life has been getting in the way. But nonetheless here’s my use of the words:

    “Those are beautiful roses. Do they dye them to get them that grey-ish color?” the young waitress asked the man.

    “No,” he said with a bit of bemusement in his voice. “I wondered that too,” he said as a smile grew, “but this is an Amnesia rose,” he announced as pride at his gained knowledge and the positive reaction swelled in his chest, ever so slightly. “And it seems to be in the purple, lavender really, rose category,” he said looking up at the young lady. “Do you think she will like them?” he said smiling timidly.

    “Oh yes, yes I do believe she will,” Lily said adding. “Any lady would love to have a man give her one such treasure, let alone a dozen.” She noticed Jake was squirming in his seat. He nervously adjusted his tie with the hand that was not gripping the stems of the roses. “If you don’t loosen up your grip on those stems you are going to run the thorns through your hand,” she encouraged as she set the basket of warm sourdough rolls on the table.

    Jake looked down and saw that the knuckles on his right hand were white. He frowned, “Oooohhhh,” he said with a light chuckle accenting his word. “I had them make sure there were no sharp points on them at all, before I took them out of the flower shop,” Jake said as he relaxed his hold ever so slightly. “No stigmata for me.”

    “How long until she gets here?” the waitress asked.

    Jake rolled his right wrist toward himself and examined the face of his watch. “Any minute now,” he said with a trembling voice.

    It was then that he heard the familiar click-clack of her high-heeled shoes on the wooden floor. A smile returned to his face as he slid out from behind the table, standing to greet her. He drank in the site of her as she walked toward him. The waitress disappeared to watch from afar.

    They shared an embrace. He allowed his lips to trail along her cheek. Oh how I want your skin near mine, he said to himself adding, Oh shoot, I hope I didn’t say that out loud he chided himself as his cheeks became flush. “Would you care to sit my love?” he asked gesturing to the bench seat across from him.

    “Yes. Yes I would like to,” Jennifer said. As she began to sit she took notice of the roses. She smiled, as these were one of her all-time favorite roses.

    Jake had been watching her so closely he could not help but notice her eyes twinkled at the sight of the nearly grey roses.

    “These are for you my love,” he said as he handed them to her.

    She brought the velvety soft peddles to her noes and drew in a deep breath.

    “They not only look heavenly but smell that way too!” she was jubilant. “Sit, sit oh please sit Jake,” she said. He obliged.

    The waitress walked back up to the table, speaking, as she got close, “Hello. Would you like something to go with that set of roses?”

    Isabella blushed as she looked up. Her eyes met his. “Whatever you would like.”

    “Well, their lamb is wonderful here and I would recommend a bottle of Malbec to go with it,” he said knowing they similar foods and libations made the taste buds in their mouths tingle with pleasure.

    “That sounds lovely,” she said turning her attention to the waitress, “with a Greek salad as well I hope?”

    “Yes ma’am. It is the only way the venerable Wolfgang Puck would server it.”

    “Wonderful. You are making my mouth water just thinking about it,” Jennifer said.

    “You are making my mouth water, just thinking,” Jake said in a near whisper of a voice.

    Jennifer became flush and the waitress left to retrieve the wine and glasses.

    It was then that Jade scooted back out of the booth and dropped to one knee.

    “Jennifer, I … I…” she smiled down at him with confusion in her eyes. “I am wondering if you would honor me by making plans to spend the rest of your life with me?”

    It took a moment for his words to set in, but as they did her smile grew, tears began to well in her eyes and a lump rose in her throat. Her newly downcast eyes focused on her hands that lay in her lap. Jake did not move, he patiently waited, as he knew this was a big decision.

    “You know,” her soft voice was just above a whisper, “you know I come with so much baggage,” she struggled to swallow the lump that had quickly grown in her throat.

    He stretched his left arm out placing his hand on hers. “Yes, yes I am aware of most, if not all of them. What ones I do not know, I am willing to learn about. The ones I do know about I have accepted and I am here to help shoulder those worries with you as well.” As he spoke he could feel the trembling in her hands begin to subside. “And it is something I would like to do for the rest of our lives. And to do that you would have to agree to be my wife.”

    Many thoughts were running through her mind, when she felt a light grip on her hands.

    “My love, there are not many guarantees in this life.”

    “Once we are born… we will all die,” she said sorrow saturated each word.

    “Yes, okay there is that. But between now and the day that happens I would like to be with you, as your husband. So we can help each other through. Should that time come more quickly than … oooohhh thirty or fifty years, then I would like to be here for that as well; for you,” his love for her dripped off each word, she could not deny it.

    It was then she looked at him. She searched his eyes for any flicker of doubt. She saw none. She took a deep breath. Held it momentarily and then slowly released it, forcing her heart rate to slow.

    “I am scared,” she said look deep into his baby-blues.

    “I know. But it seems to be right with you as well,” he said smiling up at her.

    “It’s not going to be easy,” she resurrected her previous admonition.

    “I know, but we should not be denied this. It is in the good Lord’s plan to have us together,” he saw a hesitation in her eyes. “He does not want you to be denied the simple joys in life, even if life is not promised to as long as others. We can even ask Father Michael if he would preform a small ceremony on the Narthex; the one that overlooks the rose garden you love so much.”

    “Okay. Okay. I know you are right. Yes. Yes. Yes I will marry you,” she said leaning over to him, placing her lips on his. She felt the coolness of tears on her cheek.

    The restaurant erupted with clapping. Jake and Jennifer looked around. They could not help but notice the throng of patrons and staff, alike, was giving them a standing ovation.

    Jake raise up off his knee gazing back to his bride-to-be, it was then he reached up and wiped the tears from her cheek. Their smiles grew in unison.

    I will not tell him, not now that the doctor said ‘stage 4’ today. No, no I will not tell him.


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