Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge # #432

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 <b>bolding</b> 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!

It is an alliteration alert.

  1. Dare-devil
  2. Labor of love
  3. The lap of luxury
  4. Jumbo jet
  5. Fact finding
  6. Fancy footwork
  7. Fan the flames
  8. Drip dry
  9. Common courtesy
  10. Zig zag
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One Comment on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge # #432”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Victor von Vanderbush V, son of Lady Luxembotham of the Hampton Luxembothams, was entertaining Kip Knight aboard the latter’s jumbo jet. Victor resented having to perform his fancy footwork in the lap of luxury—like a damned stripper—for this rich snob. However, if the toupee-tugging drip dry dressing lottery winner yelled, “jump“, Victor vaulted.

    “Wonderful! Wonderful!” Kip squeaked.

    Victor bowed.

    “Come, give us a kiss before you take your shower,” Kip ordered, as he held up Mitzy.

    Victor let the filthy mutt lick his mouth. He gave a wink to his benefactor, spun on his heel and skipped aft toward the luxuriously appointed shower spa. He shuddered at the thought of that man’s eyes on his tight fitting dare-devil costume.

    He had wanted to strangle the designer, who insisted upon putting a zig zag pattern down the backside. The woman hadn’t even given Victor the common courtesy of previewing the outfit. She had called the hideous Spandex creation her labor of love and had burst into tears when Victor threatened to burn it.

    Instead, his mother—in a quest to quench her own fire—had sent her only begotten son on a “fact-finding” mission to ascertain the net worth of Mr. Knight. Using the last credit card she had, mother paid for the outfit and sent Victor on his way.

    As he turned on the shower, Victor had decided that all rich people sucked. Damned if he would fan the flames of his mother’s faux passion. Let her bail herself out…Victor would keep the old bastard for himself.


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