Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #448

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. Frayed
2. Knockout
3. Expose
4. Wiring
5. Potentially
6. Splices
7. Mechanically
8. Accordance
9. Recommendation
10. Scholastic

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8 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #448”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    In accordance with the Baltimore Underwriters Labs Labor, Scholastic, Home, Industrial Technology codes, the following recommendation is set forth:

    The frayed wiring in your son’s head must be fixed with aluminum splices. Failure to comply will unnecessarily expose him to potentially lethal knowledge.

    The code specifies exactly how much skull bone knockout must be replaced with mechanically installed ThinkingCap ™ mesh.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~~ So not where I saw this list of words to go, but you did it!
      Makes a gal think you think the goal is to dummy them down.

      Write On!,
      Kathleen

      • Anklebuster says:

        Ha-ha, Dumb school, right?

        Thanks, Kathleen. I never know where the list will take me.

        Cheers,

        Mitch

        • KathleenMK says:

          Mitch ~~ I don’t know where the lists will take my mind and fingers either!
          I know I attempt to challenge myself and see if I can twist it into a romance piece, because I think, sometimes, ‘this list will never work into one,’ but alas… sometimes it just twists right!

          Write On,

          Kathleen

  2. Cheteiii says:

    On the recommendation of his uncle, Herbert had applied for acceptance at the School for the Technically and Mechanically Gifted, intending to enroll in their Electricians Apprenticeship program. His parents had reluctantly agreed with his person assessment that he lacked the scholastic temperament needed for university and they publicly agreed with their son’s assessment that he was unlikely to be admitted to Princeton while they secretly shared the relief that their household budget would not be frayed by the expense of a prestigious private education.

    In accordance with the requirements of the institution, Herbert filled out the obligatory forms and applications and releases in a hurried, slap-dash manner, excited only to be given the opportunity to play with lightening. From childhood, he had loved the raw power of electricity. His mother had once dragged him in off the porch roof of their house when she found sitting outside in the midst of the downpour, thunder shaking the whole house and flashes striking all around. She had been absurdly outraged at him for risking his dear little neck but he had only felt awe at nature’s power.

    He wasn’t sure when he recognized that mankind had channeled this raw energy into the cables that ran along the road, the sagging black wires that ran to the side of his house or those funny little holes in the wall. That the same flash that made the summer air crackle drove his mother’s vacuum cleaner or the tools his dad played with in the basement. But that humans had learned to create it, to channel it, to exploit it and that potentially he could become one of its masters? This had been his secret ambition from his earliest thoughts.

    After some few days of class room lectures, the school wisely acknowledging that boys like Herbert learned through dirty hands, he was assigned, along with a few other boys his age, to work with Chuck, a tubby man who laughed at anything and told them all to get ready to have some fun. They were to work that day on a job at an brick Victorian manor that sat on the town square and that, being of historic import to the community, was undergoing refurbishment compliments of the town council. Chuck gave Herbert a heavy hammer and the assignment to expose the wiring in the wall of the sitting room to the right of the foyer. This the boy took to with enthusiasm, pounding several hand sized holes through the old horsehair plaster and wooden lathe.

    Exposed, he marveled at the hidden corridors of energy. Is it like this at home, he wondered? That such thin, brown cloth covered cables, wrapped around simple porcelain knobs, could handle all that voltage seemed impossible. That these primitive splices right here, tied not much differently than the way he laced his shoes, would carry the current and not incinerate. He lifted his fingers towards one in amazement.

    Knockout! Ha ha boy!” Chuck yelled as he came to, sprawled on his back on the other side of the room. “You got the makings of a real electrician!”

    • KathleenMK says:

      Cheteiii ~~ Welcome to the fold!
      What a wonderful read. From the start you had me hooked on this fella. The story moved quickly. I was excited with your otherwise dim witted lighting loving electrical wizard to be!

      I look forward to seeing more from you.

      Write On,

      Kathleen

    • Anklebuster says:

      Ha-ha!!! I imagined Chris Tucker when I read that last paragraph.

      This vignette was very enjoyable and I loved the attention to detail — splices right here, tied not much differently than the way he laced his shoes — and the pacing.

      Welcome, and send us more!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

      • Cheteiii says:

        Thanks Kathleen, thanks Mitch. This is fun – a great way to warm up. I’m looking forward to reading and writing more as well.

        /chet


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