Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #447

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! Or, as cleverly done by a CCC-er you can CAPITALIZE the challenge words in your piece.

  1. Clearance
  2. Materials
  3. Personnel
  4. Panels
  5. Installations
  6. Accumulate
  7. Stored
  8. Key
  9. Locked
  10. Gate

5 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #447”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Victor searched through the laboratory’s log files, looking for the key that would grant him clearance to access the secret materials stored on the server. The answer would be revealed when he tried to read a locked file.

    IT was so stupid. Didn’t they realize that they simplified his task by filtering the peons from the power brokers? The locked files were lights in a sea of workstation logins. Victor merely had to isolate those installations whose privacy bits were set.

    Even so, the number of physical machines began to accumulate. He had nearly filled three panels on his screen. Victor belatedly realized that the log files were intentionally left open as a gate for unsuspecting hackers.

    Within minutes, armed personnel had swooped into Victor’s office and escorted him from the facility.

  2. KathleenMK says:

    The band — made up of a light breeze, the movement of the leaves in the trees, the babble of the brook, and the bird’s chattering – played the anthem of summertime. The appetizers, one of them created with last year’s winning baking contests recipe Isabella’s sister had created, were set out on the edge of the blanket. Joel looked over at Isabella.

    “You still melt my heart, my love,” he said to her as he drank in her long tan legs, all the way down to her freshly manicured toenails.

    He picked a strawberry up out of the bowl that was within arms reach. He hesitated only to swipe the tip of the red fruit through the whipped topping, then it was over to her lips. Joel teasingly drug the tip of the strawberry along her lips.

    “This field and stream would make a marvelous backyard,” he said to his closed eyed femme fatale. There would need to be no fences nor wall to keep it private. I could take you here without being interrupted.”

    She parted her lips and took a hold of the strawberry with her teeth. His groin tightened. She bit the fruit taking a large piece of it into her mouth. He watched with ardent appreciation of her.

    She slowly opened her eyes to find him mesmerized. She raised her torso, coming up to lean on her elbows.

    “Well, maybe we should test out that theory,” she said with a smile, “since it seems we both have attachments to this rendezvous.”

    Sitting up fully now, she reached for a strawberry and the goblet of wine. She submerged the strawberry in the champagne. He noticed her fingers went below the surface as well. With her free hand she brought the glass with the strawberry.

    Once both hands centered about her body she pulled the strawberry out of the glass, fingers dripping with effervescent intoxicant. She brought the fruit up to his lips, but before he could get a bit she turned her hand and put the fruit up to her own lips. His mouth quickly followed. Now they both hand a hold of the strawberry. Their lips touched. Her fingers lingered between them. His tongue sought to taste the liquid dripping from her fingers. He bit. He chewed, which was hard to do with the smile that was growing on his face.

    He swallowed.

    “With this kind of an attitude I will not desire to go to a ball game anymore,” he said as he reached for the glass.

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