Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #440


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. Vortex
  2. Whirlpool
  3. Cap
  4. Clock
  5. Drop
  6. Gulf
  7. Gezer
  8. Strip
  9. Volts
  10. Axle

13 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #440”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    First, the gas cap cracked. Two kilometers further, the dashboard clock flashed 88:88:88 as the battery indicator signaled a critical loss of volts. Finally, as I pushed the pedal to the floor, the left front wheel flew off the axle.

    I left the old jalopy in a vortex of hot sand. If the grainy whirlpool didn’t strip her, the local ruffians from Gezer would complete the job.

    As for me, I would probably drop dead out here, far from the blessed Gulf.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Micth ~~ your quick wit and pen go hand ‘n hand 🙂


      • Anklebuster says:

        Kathleen, the wit wobbles and the pen scratches out false starts. You see the cobbled-together results of an hour’s work. 🙂

        But thanks! LOL



        • KathleenMK says:

          Well Mitch, I know the lists challenge but you seem to rise to the occasion well, each time. Keep up the sweat on the brow efforts. May that continue to pay-off and grow into another short story, or even a longer one, that you too are proud of.

          Write On my friend,


  2. tanjamaltija says:

    The pilgrimage to Gezer was surreal. The neo-Canaanite city-state built a thousand years before, a mile out from the Gulf, was strip after strip of high-rise buildings. It was a multiracial, teeming miscegenation; a vortex of humankind and a whirlpool of crime as far removed from Axle, their starting point, as one could imagine. When they got to the foothills of the Judaean Mountains, there was a tangible drop in temperature. Even weirder, when they passed the border of the Shfela region, the dashboard clock went haywire – and so did their wristwatches. To cap it all, when they got to the ruins of archaeological site just before to the walled entrance of the City, they saw signs that ‘shocked’ them. “Danger; 1,000,000 Volts”.

  3. Meg says:

    The volts of the third rail are silent.
    In the vortex of greed we have come to this.
    The clock watching no money no time
    But oh get it done now crashed the system.
    A failing Gezer metro sucks our down time
    Like an empty whirlpool waiting for the masses.
    They say we have drop
    Off of riders. The drop I am seeing
    Is a gulf of undone chores.
    And the cap? Today I wanted to strip off
    Clothes in an overcrowded hot box car.

  4. Meg says:

    hmm thought at first it was geezer but hopefully it works with the 2 meanings I came up with 🙂

  5. this is a continuation from 439 story but it stands alone as well. I think

    The vortex that had damaged their ship reminded him of the whirlpools back on his home planet. After being marooned on a planet of blistering sand and unbearable heat he longed to be back home on a planet known as an aquatic paradise He paused to remove the cap from the canteen and took a sip. They would have to clock in the time and location of the samples to make sure the results were accurate. He was careful not to drop the lid as he replaced it making sure it was securely sealed.
    As he drilled down for the next sample the earth began to shake. Suddenly they were tossed about as the ground seemed to be split in two. A huge gulf appeared as a gezer of hot liquid belched upwards dampening the stalactites above. It had a foul stench and everyone scrambled to their feet and backed as far away from the newly formed ravine as they could.
    He tore a strip off his sleeve and placed in over his mouth and nose. Those with him began to do the same. One of the younger cadets stepped towards the ravine wanting to record what had happened. He was walking back towards the others when a glob of liquid dripped off one of the stalactites onto his hand. He quickly shook it off and brush the back of his hand on his pant leg.
    Suddenly he fell to the ground convulsing as if thousands of volts were coursing through his body. The medic assigned to the research party told everyone to stay back. He quickly retrieved a bio hazard containment unit from the double axle cart used to haul their equipment. Before he could suit up a greenish vapour rose from where the unknown liquid had been on his hand and the leg of his pants. The convulsions instantly ceased
    The medic started towards the unconscious man but stumbled backwards as the cadet leapt to his feet. The cadet stretched and twisted as if to release tightly knotted muscles. He shifted his shoulders, moved his head from side to side and then looked towards the others.
    Something wasn’t right. His features went from distorted and pained to blank. As the medic took a step towards him the cadet’s countenance changed. In an unearthly and sinister voice he hissed, “So this is how it finally feels to be released.”

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