Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #451
Posted: August 30, 2016 | Author: KathleenMK | Filed under: Copy Challenges | Tags: author, authors, block, challenge, copy, creative, critique, ditty, easy, English, essays, example, exercies, fun, Labor, Labor Day, laugh, memoir, memoires, memory, play, Poem, poems, reviews, right, romance, sharing, short, short story, story, summer, word, word play, wordplay, words, write, writer, writers, writers block, Writing, writing prompts |18 CommentsThis 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.
- Workhorse
- Unification
- Time
- Society
- Requirement
- Qualms
- Queries
- Minimum wage
- Historical
- Growth
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Charlie was not cut out for the Apocalypse. When it came, riding on the thought-patterns of bacteria, it brought such revelations as the world had never seen. Charlie nearly had a nervous breakdown after observing, in rapid succession, the last three digits of pi, proof that infinity had an upper bound and the reanimation and growth of cells having undergone apoptosis.
Time itself was shown to be but one vertex of a multi-faceted dimensional jewel. Society devolved into anarchy, with no requirement for any control beyond self-governance. The Universe collapsed into each person’s head, only to spit out random galaxies of coherent existence.
Ignorance and scientific queries became figments of historical barbarism. The mantra, “Knowledge is power” manifested in all its glory: the Grand Unification Theory segued into a nation called Joseon, which promptly invented every capitalistic instrument. Two days later, super-kimichi was cloned in an unused pottery jar.
Permutations and combinations of these tools created sparks that fed the Apocalypse. A construct called the Minimum Wage Workhorse created dish cloths, cereal and atomic bombs in one afternoon. That was the day Charlie went nuts.
In a bold move (nevertheless foreseen by the sentient bacteria), Charlie smuggled a dish cloth out of former South Korea, lit it on fire and tried to start World War III. The bacteria had no qualms about sacrificing themselves in Charlie’s nasal passages. Charlie sneezed at an inopportune time, and burned himself to death when he brought the dish cloth up to his nose.
In fear of the sentient bacteria! I weep for the future…..through laughter of course!
Ha-ha. And everyone thought it would be the cockroaches.
Thanks!
Cheers,
Mitch
Mitch ~~ Poor Charlie! Such a doaf.
Cleverly entertaining ditty. Glad to see this saga continue.
Write On,
Kathleen
Hi Kathleen,
Thanks! My dad just read it and bust out laughing. 🙂
Y’all made my day.
Cheers,
Mitch
Mitch ~
Cool, your dad is even liking your stuff is a good thing.
Kathleen
In the time of unification
The historical growth of minimum wages
Is built on the backs of the everyday
Fought by the society of haves
The workhorse factories have robots
Hands feet horse steam coal electric
All go down the path of automation
Fewer jobs doing more and more and more
Under the guise of poliqueries pandering to the
Voters with hot air promises of nonexistent jobs
The qualms are smothered by rhetoric
and slick oil voices selling just another round of snake oil
The bottom line – there is no difference in the end all is vapor
In the time of unification
The historical growth of minimum wages
Is built on the backs of the everyday
Fought by the society of haves
The workhorse factories have robots
Hands feet horse steam coal electric
All go down the path of automation
Fewer jobs doing more and more and more
Under the guise of poliqueries pandering to the
Voters with hot air promises of nonexistent jobs
The qualms are smothered by rhetoric
and slick oil voices selling just another round of snake oil
The bottom line – there is no difference in the end all is vapor
Very nice!
Meg ~~ Well put my dear.
Write On,
Kathleen
okay no idea why that posted twice
Because it bears repeating 🙂
That was very good. Poetic in its flow.
Cheers,
Mitch
Bravo comment Mitch,
Kathleen
“I quit!” Jack exclaimed, flinging the newspaper across the room where it floated down at Jill’s feet. She picked it up and read the headlines “Twins tumble down hill, leaves town dry.” Their historical failure in print for all society to see.
“Careful, your crown is still healing,” Jill chided.
“I’m tired of being nothing but a workhorse for minimum wage and for what?”
“Curds and Whey from Ms Muffet,” Jill said.
“Exactly! Our time is more valuable then that! They don’t understand the complex requirements for fetching a pail of water…uphill no less! Answering queries and supplying the right amount of water to each customer….not anyone can fetch water like we can!”
“So, I’m fetching water by myself today, while you stew over their qualms and complaints?” Jill asked.
“In order to have growth in our water fetching business, we need to make a stand of unification , Jill! We’re on strike!”
Bravo, Liss! I love reworked nursery rhymes. You knocked this one on its head 😉
Cheers,
Mitch
Liss ~
What a great way to turn a couple of old time standards into modern day twisted tail!
Bravo, Write On,
Kathleen
Blitz Industries was in a period of unmatched growth, even its own optimistic sales projections exceeded with each quarter’s new report. Since the unification of China, Mongolia, India and portions of the former Soviet Union had recreated the historical empire of Genghis Kahn as Chinolia, the cash flow from its industrial and technological workhorse had fed the explosive monetary demands of a new society that frankly scared the pants off the monetary officials of the decadent, capitalist west.
Time and time again, Khai Kahn, the leader of the new nation, met the qualms of the international leaders and their lackey press with complete, almost embarrassing, transparency. “Look to your own markets,” he said dismissively. “Isn’t the the BI label a requirement in your own high fashion circles? Don’t all your computers run on the Blitz operating system? You ask us to prove our numbers but you should be asking your own people why they prefer to buy what we have to sell.”
Gert Bernovia had been at Bloomberg for just under a year and like every other reporter there, he was looking all the angles, on the hunt for the story that would make his name. Unlike the others though, not to mention the legions of analysts, accountants and lawyers at the central banks and finance ministries of the G7, Gert thought to start by looking into Chinolia’s redefinition of “minimum wage.”
Chet, you have the beginnings of a novel here! Gert vs. Khai…
I love the new name of the region. LOL
Cheers,
Mitch
Chet ~
Sorry I am a little late back to this… I agree that you have the beginnings of a page turner.
Write On,
Kathleen