Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #438

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. Conceal
  2. Memories
  3. Arabian
  4. Four-beat
  5. Wood
  6. House
  7. Town
  8. Original
  9. Place
  10. Herald
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10 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #438”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    In the grips of delirium, Percy had no faith in his ability to conceal the original location of Herald House. His memories of the place reverberated like an Arabian doing a four-beat on petrified wood.

    Soon enough, his interrogators had extracted the town, street and building number where the precious documents lay hidden.

  2. Meg says:

    To conceal fondness of fairytales
    (it is okay for adults to watch superheroes fight each other)
    But pink princess with apple blossom cheeks must now be
    In control making the prince a vapid sidekick.
    Well the prince of my tale was always vapid and the princess
    Left town a true original scooping up with four beat wood horses
    The town herald. In this place and house I still read
    Arabian Nights and all the colored fairytales.
    To conceal fondness of fairytales…

  3. owarihybrid says:

    In a neighborhood stood a house. There was nothing original about it, it was just like the other houses around it. Constructed from wood, concrete, and many things. And like the other houses, it held a family.

    The house and family made concealed memories. Memories that bring tears to one’s face. Memories that make one cringe. Memories that make you smile. Memories that remind you of…Life.

    But life has its own problems. Towns being destroyed by Racism, Sexism, and Classism. Families being torn apart. People getting killed for only doing what they are told. And many other things.

    Huh. I guess that’s why humans try to live life to the fullest.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Hi owarihybrid! You sure paint a bleak picture. But at least you provide a silver lining 🙂

      Hope to see more from you!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Owarihybrid ~~ Welcome to the fold. I like how, in such a short and quick moment you grabbed me, twisted my gut and then held me up. Bravo. I am looking forward to more from you.

      Write On,

      Kathleen

  4. Gloriously Invigorated says:

    ‘Hark the Herald Angels Sing’ echoed down the aisle and out into the dimly lit, almost deserted, street. Jenna had just returned from the Arabian Peninsula was jetlagged and feeling a tad hung over. The melody reverberated in her head as if it was a track from that four-beat band her brother used to listen to in the early 90s.

    Although this was the place where the original Angus and Jenna McRae had called home, the present day Jenna McRae had left town 6 years ago and never looked back. She stopped in front of the house where she and her siblings had grown up and enjoyed a fairly happy childhood until that fateful day.

    The sturdy brick house had endured the bombing raids of WWII. There had been so many happy childhood memories made within those walls, but now the peeling paint on the wood window sills told a sad story of neglect. How could she have known opening the door that wintry day would change her life forever. The house was no longer home, and now only reminded her of the real reason for her multitude of business trips to Saudi Arabia. For now she had to conceal the truth but she was determined that soon, very soon, that would change..

    Through gritted teeth she huskily said, “Danny, I promise I will see that justice is done, or I’ll die trying!” Jenna spun around and marched briskly back to the Chesham tube station. It was going to be a long night.

    She dreaded visiting the cemetery after all these years but it might be her last chance for some sort of closure and to say goodbye. Things could easily go pear-shaped on her next assignment. Jenna knew if their intel was bad they would not make it back. She also knew she would not get to the cemetery until after midnight but it was now or never.


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