Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #441

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. Hydraulic
  2. Leek
  3. Weather
  4. Simply
  5. Solutions
  6. Polyunsaturated
  7. Value
  8. Posthumous
  9. Cling
  10. Antiquity

19 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #441”

  1. tanjamaltija says:

    “From the dawn of antiquity, man has searched for…” What a hackneyed phrase. It was simply ironic that the value of a solar-powered infinity machine like this hydraulic contraption should depend upon whether the posthumous ramblings of a world-class scientist were made before he went totally gaga, or after. Constructing it would cost mega-bucks. His disciples, of course, wanted to cling to the notion that he was perfectly sane when he said the machine gave tried and tested solutions for weather control. But the next sentence – shallow-fry the leek in polyunsaturated fats… made his mental stability questionable.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    A vehicle maintenance tip, heretofore lost to antiquity, suggested giving your conveyance a crunchy leek whenever it is under the weather.

    Silly me. During a thunderstorm, I stuffed one of those onions down the transmission fluid pipe thingy. In no time flat, the car smelled like McDonald’s and the hydraulic works got all gummed up.

    Another tip was supposed to help me improve the car’s resale value. Unfortuately, I read polyurethane as polyunsaturated and rubbed fish oil on my bumpers. Anyone else getting hungry?

    These solutions simply didn’t work out that time. I cling to my ignorance like a badge of honor. Hopefully, it won’t be awarded in a posthumous ceremony.

  3. Meg says:

    in the weather of the aftermath of more rain
    so much that the locked mail was soaked through
    like a soggy overcooked leek
    i look at my polyunsaturated mess of a refrigerator
    and ponder if this is simply a premature posthumous
    solution of not caring about anything beyond bed sleep
    work repeat…
    clinging to the antiquity value of my dad I simply want to walk away
    but the hydraulics of the work gears call and i end up again
    on the clog of metro bound for nowhere but idling in place

  4. You know, I leave and I come back and I hold my breath while the page loads – always so very glad it’s still here. To those of you who run it, thank you. (And I’ll be back – have to get ready for work, at the moment, but just wanted to say hi, first!)

  5. Gloriously Invigorated says:

    “It’s just not feasible.” his pleasant voice rumbled.

    “I value you opinion on these things but you are just being argumentative!” her voice tinkled with humour.

    “I am serious, if someone cut the hydraulic lines you would know it before you reached the end of the driveway. The only way to make it work would be to have mice, due to inclement weather, hiding in the old detached garage. They nibble on the lines just enough to weaken them.”

    “ Darling,are you actually trying to help me find solutions to my dilemma or not?
    “ I’d really rather the solution not be a posthmous one. Could you pass me the butter? It may not be a polyunsaturated fat but I can’t imagine making the soup without it.”

    “ Are you trying to butter me up?” He questions her wiggling his eyebrows as he hands her the newly purchased pound of butter. “If you are it won’t work, no matter how much I love your leek and potato soup on a wild and stormy night like tonight.” He looks past her at the swirling storm clouds visible through the enormous bay window of their fully modernized kitchen.

    “That was a simply dreadful pun my dear.” She chuckles and playfully kisses his cheek before returning her attention to the butter as she just adds it to the sizzling pan on the stove.

    “You are a stubborn wench, my love, go ahead and cling to your original idea whether or not it’s impossible”. He stops chopping up the leek and waves the knife in the air to emphasis his point. “Can’t you kill them off a different way?”

    “I could but that would be cheating. The original script included a huge fiery crash.” She nervously touched the necklace, a family heirloom containing a coin that was dated from antiquity and sighed, “I wish we lived in a simpler time and place.”

    Immediately a streak of lightning illuminated the night sky and the ancient cathedral on the hill visible out the window.
    A horrific boom a split second later threatened to shatter the windows as the lights went out plummeting them into total darkness.

    There was a howl from behind her and she spun around startled.

    “Jonathan? Jonathan, are you alright?”

    She edged towards where he had been before the lights went out. Her foot kicked something. She bent over to feel what it was. It was the handle of a knife on the floor. As she reached passed it, she felt something warm and sticky on the floor. Thinking it must be the latte Jonathan had purchased on his way home from picking up the groceries she licked her trembling fingers and was repulsed. It was not coffee she tasted but blood.

    To be continued

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