Writing Prompt — Creative Copy Challenge 442

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. Gated
  2. Compute
  3. Boot
  4. Disc
  5. Portable
  6. Flexible
  7. Insulation
  8. trigger
  9. Soda
  10. Jealous
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15 Comments on “Writing Prompt — Creative Copy Challenge 442”

  1. KathleenMK says:

    She looked down at the handwritten notes that seamed more cryptic than anything akin to the shorthand she had used some four hours before.
    Gated D.”

    She scratched her head, but the seemingly unfinished note did not compute. She tapped the sole of her boot on the floorboard nervously as the radio pumped out the melancholy rendition of Seether’s “Broken”.

    “‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome, And I don’t feel right when you’ve gone away; You’ve gone away…” the words haunted her mind, her soul and her heart, oh how the words triggered mixed feelings with her.

    It had been years since her she had been introduced to this band, this song.
    I am glad I learned to listen to that which stirred his soul, she thought.

    She stopped the car at the end of the road, it was a dead end, or was it?

    Pulling the hand break she secured the vehicle would not move. Turning off the engine brought tranquility back to the secluded location. She exited the car leaving the door open and the compact disc playing a Nickleback tune.

    “This time, this place misused, mistakes…” the words rang so true in her ears. “Been far away for far too long; I keep dreaming you’ll be with me…” she was drawn in by the words, again.

    She walked, aimless one would say, if they had seen her, toward the edge of field. But no one saw her, no one who still lived at least. She was drawn to the cliff’s edge by an unseen rope. It was a rope of love, longing, jealousy. Jealous of freedom from this earthly existence.

    The music played and the words worked on her somber heart. The tears were unavoidable. She let them come as they have for years now on their own schedule.

    “I wish time was flexible,” she silently signed as she looked up to the sky. “You know how many of us left behind wish we were portable?” her hands spoke her words as they often did when the lump in her throat was so big audible words were not possible.

    There is no insulation from the loneliness, the longing, the missing, the wishing she wasn’t alive anymore.

    Part of me died that day. The day you stopped breathing. A big part, she said silently with tears streaming down her uplifted face, as even her hands were too heavy, now, to form the words.

    Just then “Here Without You” by 3 Doors Down began to come through the speakers.
    She dropped to her knees, as her tears became a full-body experience. Breath was hard to catch causing her upper body to heave as she sobbed now.

    Is there enough soda in the car to wash down the large handful of pills she had brought with her… she wondered.

    …..

  2. Wendy had hoped she wouldn’t have to control her jealous boyfriend with her boot in his ass. Although she felt bad that she had ruptured his disc the last time, he should have known that shaking and then squirting soda in her face would trigger a violent reaction.

    She was continually amazed that his lizard brain could compute such convoluted scenarios of infidelity as had been levied against her and the hot hunks who lived in their gated community. Hell, she wished she were as flexible as Bobby seemed to think.

    Yet, fantasies notwithstanding, Wendy wasn’t about to become anyone’s doormat. She stripped a quarter-inch of insulation from the portable radio’s cord and balanced it on the tiled shelf, just past the tipping point.

    Then she ran a nice, hot bubble bath for her man. She would not be using her feet anymore.

  3. Meg says:

    I am not jealous of a gated community.
    But give me a writer who can spin words
    Without thought can craft brilliance
    With a hot trigger finger and I grit teeth
    And persevere trying to compute
    How many prompts and caffeinated soda
    Will be required to pen
    Anything.
    In the insulation of a too early commute
    I have become flexible
    Writing between 7:30 and 8:30 when
    I trade words for work.

  4. Meg says:

    oops

    I am not jealous of a gated community.
    But give me a writer who can spin words
    Without thought can craft brilliance
    With a hot trigger finger and I grit teeth
    And persevere trying to compute
    How many prompts and caffeinated soda
    Will be required to pen
    Anything.
    In the insulation of a too early commute
    I have become flexible
    Writing between 7:30 and 8:30 when
    I boot words for work.


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