Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #458

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. Elk
  2. Antlers
  3. Horns
  4. Pelt
  5. Binocular
  6. Scope
  7. Loin
  8. Trout
  9. Moose
  10. Challenge
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9 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #458”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “B-b-b-but, Ma’am! The Jets and the Moose are owned by the same organization! They have no reason to lock horns!” Bubby Clarke, VP of Alien Relations, sputtered and stumbled over his words. He had to simultaneously remain diplomatic and preserve human culture in the face of the current occupation.

    The Jovian Jumblesnuffle, unaccustomed to humans’ binocular worldview, could only see one side of the story. Being that she was the alien overlord, however, the Jumblesnuffle brooked no challenge to her decree that the two teams battle for control of the MTS Centre. She hoisted her loin pelt up imperiously and yelled, “Bzzlsht! Fargle clpzz vooma! Ack!

    Bubby cringed at the words of the ignorant, trout-faced creature. She actually believed that the hockey players were animals to be hunted for sport. Apparently, Jupiter didn’t have much of a biodiversity, what with that massive gravity and all. When the jokers invaded Earth, they lost their minds over the abundance of elk. They immediately hunted them into extinction, simply to enjoy the delicacy of antlers broiled in butter sauce.

    The Jumblesnuffle, convinced by the Google Search Engine that moose were even larger than elk, was bound and determined to sample their velvety head bones. To that end, she and her delegation teleported to Winnipeg to watch the event.

    Bubby Clarke called ahead to the Canadian Forces–what was left of it–to warn them of the impeding disaster. He suggested that they round up a moose or two, with an eye towards showing the aliens the difference between a hockey team and an animal. The commander, himself an avid hunter, assured Bubby that measures would be taken.

    The Jovian delegation landed smack-dab in the lobby of the Canadian Museum for Human Rights. A band of rag-tag survivalists surrounded the aliens. They shouted unkind slurs, hurled bloody hockey pucks at their hooves and spat on their fur clothes. The Jovians merely laughed, shoved their way through the unruly crowd and set off for the MTS Centre.

    Neither Jovians nor Earthlings could have foreseen the scope of the Battle of Winnipeg. It was the catalyst that sparked the First Galactic War. The Martians, incensed that they’d missed an off-season hockey game, attacked Jovian strongholds on Earth. This unprovoked incursion ignited the Union of Outer Planets to join forces with their Jovian neighbors. Pluto was hastily readmitted into the Union, and recruited to sling comets at Mars.

    When the dust settled, only the roaches remained. They wrote this story.

    Bzzlsht!

    • I KNEW this would be a great list for your creativity to shine, Mitch. And per usual, you did not disappoint. Jovian Jumblesnuffle 😀

      • Anklebuster says:

        Thanks, Cathy. I had just watched the first half of Westside story, the night before. 🙂

        Not that here is any resemblance…it just put me in that frame of mind.

        Cheers,

        Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch !!
      From the first words I was hooked and looked forward to how you would be working your magic. You did not let me down!

      I love that you allowed “Pluto” back in where it belongs. And I love how the dust settled, only the roaches remained. and “They wrote this story.”

      Thank you for brightening my day.

      Write On,

      Kathleen

  2. The rising sun bound the blackened sky to the water’s edge of Redfish Lake. A gang of elk drank from nature’s morning brew, their antlers kissed by the increasing light. The shy mountain bluebird blessed the dawn with its rare sound, gentler than the horns of night.

    The white pelt of mountain goats dotted the Sawtooth mountain peaks as they looked down from the towering slope. An Osprey left its nest to slowly circle above the glistening water, searching with binocular precision for its morning prey.

    The scope of wilderness has just begun as the loin of the region’s namesake Kokanee show signs of red as summer moves into fall. A stray steelhead trout swims aimlessly as if lost in another time, while a lone moose stands knee-deep in the chill of a Stanley dawn.

    This is the playground of Idaho’s wildlife. The challenge is keeping them here.

    • Anklebuster says:

      I was there, Cathy. That was beautiful.

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      OOOOHHHH Cathy ~
      A writing of peace and beauty.
      You have made me wonder if you were on my old ranch in Kingston, Idaho! It may be because I have been blessed to see many of these things, in person, that your crafted, well crafted, short brought this scene fully to my mind’s eye. Relaxed me. Brought me joys this a.m. As my father returns, today, from 2 weeks on that ranch and his annual hunting trip I find, after reading this, a twinge of longing for that breath taking beauty.

      Thank you for this trip this a.m.

      Write On,
      Kathleen


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