Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #437

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!

  1. Root canal
  2. Drill
  3. Smoke
  4. Swelling
  5. Needle
  6. Edit
  7. Copy
  8. Numb
  9. Rain
  10. Spain
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8 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #437”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “You know the drill, numb nuts.”

    Mike did, indeed. He shoved the needle through the cotton and pulled the amber liquid into the syringe. He spun around and plunged the hypodermic right in his tormentor’s eye.

    As the big man crumpled in the rain, Mike sauntered away.

    “Drill that, motherf…”

    Freddy put the manuscript down. As he peered through the smoke that drifted lazily up from his forgotten cigarette, the imagery of that last scene super-imposed itself on the hopeful author sitting across from him.

    “Lenny,” Freddy began. “That was worse than my last root canal. You sitting there, swelling up with pride, when you should be hanging your head in shame.

    “All that time you spent in Spain and this copy-cat gangland murder mystery is the best you come up with?

    “How dare you ask me to edit this crap! I have junior editors who can crank out better stories than this! Giddouttahere!”

    Leonard Elmore Jones grinned. “Alright, Freddy. I guess I’ll take this to Chili Palmer. see what he says.”

  2. Meg says:

    In the smoke of angled mirrors
    I watch the decay of teeth
    The root canal was last year
    The swelling and numbness of Novocain
    Never really wears out only leaves
    With almost visions of the rain in Spain
    Only now here comes the needle
    and
    the

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  3. KathleenMK says:

    Isabella was managing to keep her cool. She did not want him to see her react; she did not want him to see the discomfort the ropes were causing. She had learned, a long time ago, not to give him that satisfaction.

    She could not help but feel the swelling begin where the sharp point of the 18-guage needle intruded into her body splitting cells apart that covered her bones. You see… she was not benefit of any kind of numbness in her skin nor her muscles.

    “You will tell me where the children are,” he said, or was that another order he was giving her.

    Copy that Ranger Rick,” she said flippantly.

    “Where have you hidden the kids?” he asked, yet again.

    “Down where fun and love falls like the rain, of course,” she giggled as the chemicals he forced into her body tried to help her bend to his will.

    “Do you mean Florida, Ooohhhhiiiiooooo?” he tried to cox the location out of her.
    “Nope, Spain,” she said laughing heartily.

    “You better try another edition of that humor somewhere else,” he barked back at her as he raised his fist up on high.

    She laughed. It was a defense mechanism she had come to use around him. As her defenses grew they worked to taunt him and her laughter did not help. Not today. Not ever.
    His fist came down hard, making contact with her ribcage.

    I wonder if that cracking sound is echoing in this room, and he can hear it, or are my bones are just telegraphing the crack to my eardrums? she wondered. Easy, measured breathing now Isabella, measured breathing she coached herself.

    He brought his face within inches of her’s.

    “Where are they!” he yelled at her like he was some Drill Sargent, saliva speckling her face as he hollered.

    “Yellin’ at me might have worked when we were first married,” another chuckle escaped her voice box, “oh … wait … it didn’t work then either.” She said nearly ignoring him. “And it still won’t work now. Not today. No sir, no how.”

    He used both fists on her rib cage this time.

    “My root canal held more punch then that!” she said after she was able to refill her lungs with air.


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