Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #459

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. Specter
  2. Eerie
  3. Wraith
  4. Eldritch
  5. Unearthly
  6. Horrendous
  7. Pall
  8. Daunt
  9. Debacle
  10. Purpose

13 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #459”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    The calculator was upside down. No other error in history–recorded or lost to antiquity–could match Bob’s horrendous faux pas for its effect on the human race. Perhaps one could blame Hewlett-Electric for designing a perfectly square device with all buttons simulated beneath a touch-screen. Whatever the case, Bob told Irma the the required concentration was only 108.

    Irma, whose back was to Bob, accepted the value and fed it into the Electronic Ectoplasmic Removal & Irradiation Engine. The purpose of the E.E.R.I.E device was similar to that of the Proton Pack of Ghostbuster fame: killing any demon, wraith or unearthly being that would otherwise cast a pall on daily human living.

    It was not a sophisticated device, by 21st century standards. When Irma punched 108 into the device’s keypad, sparks shot out in a seemingly random sequence. To Irma, the sparks were asking, “Are you sure?” To which she “responded” by pressing a little green button.

    “It’s ready, Bob.” Irma rolled the E.E.R.I.E. to him.

    “Okie dokie, then. I’ll be back!”

    {Famous last words.}

    Bob packed the E.E.R.I.E. into his dusty old Ford Galaxie. He drove five miles up and down the streets of San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill, until he reached the Daunted Hotel at the end of Kearney Street. He got out, grabbed the E.E.R.I.E. and trudged into the lobby.

    The first thing he noticed was that some wag had spray-painted an “H” over the D on the sign behind the front desk. Bob smiled at the receptionist, identified himself as a paranormal investigator and asked to speak with the manager.

    “Para-what sir?”


    “Ah. Wait there.”

    The gangly receptionist flounced into the back office, where she remained for twenty minutes. When she came back out, she goggled, “You’re still here? Don’t make me call the police. Go on, git!”

    Bob was used to this behavior. He lowered the octave of his voice to sepulchral baritone and boomed, “There is evil all around you. Eldritch spirits, murdered in their sleep, seek to return to the astral plane. You must allow me to assist them. You must not hinder their departure.”

    The receptionist’s eyes widen in fear. For good measure, Bob yelled, “Boo!” She yelped, ran back into the office. Bob heard the lock click and, satisfied that he would not be disturbed, began to set up the E.E.R.I.E.

    Ten minutes later, the grand debacle occurred. Instead of removing and irradiating specters, the E.E.R.I.E.’s weak beam blasted open a portal between the living realm and a heretofore unknown realm of reeking revenants. Hordes of undead things poured through the breach and went in search of candy.

    • *popcorn at the ready* next chapter please!

      • Anklebuster says:

        Ah, Liss. I fear that’s a one and done. 🙂

        (The device exploded…)



        • KathleenMK says:

          Mitch ~ I am with Liss, I am clamoring for the next chapter/addition/sequel, after all there is a Ghostbuster’s II out there! I love your punt and creative use of ERRIE! Bravo and thanks for the entertaining read!

          Write On,

          • Anklebuster says:


            I wish I could turn most of these challenges into longer stories…only a handful have been treated thus. Encouragement from you and others on this site keep the hope aflame.

            Thank you!



          • KathleenMK says:

            Mitch ~ It sounds like there in lies your 2107, if not your late 2016 Challenge.

            I challenge you, Mitch, to string along the stories from one CCC to the next for… say… 4, to start with!

            I personally challenged myself to turn these CCC lists into romance pieces. I have a Romance novella already in the works with the CCC lists – which means yah’ll have previewed it for me :0 — and the Mind-full Conversation collection as well as … are you ready… a collection of Romance Shorts that I am looking to publish for no less then Valentines Day gifts!

            So… Write On!


          • Anklebuster says:

            Ooh, where to start? As you may know, I did Sisterhood of the Void, based on 17 challenges.
            I have a detective story and some apocalypse stuff, too. LOL

            Which challenge from 2016 would you most like to see over the next 4 challenges?

          • KathleenMK says:

            Well … which one would like to see yourself expand the most?


          • Anklebuster says:

            I really want to do a time-travel treatment. #457 was fun…

          • KathleenMK says:

            Mitch… then that is the one I vote for. I can’t wait. Maybe you can get it to go more than four more!

            Write On,


  2. “Well, give me your honest opinion,” she said.
    He looked at what lay before him, clicked his recorder and began.

    “A black pall of darkness eerily wafted up like a wraith escaping into the night. A strange gray ooze slithered around an eldritch mass sending a horrendous stench through the air; an unearthly specter whose purpose caused fear, gagging and a stream of toxic tears down the face of all that encountered it.” He finished and clicked off the recorder.

    She snatched the plate of chicken and gravy off the table and stormed outside to discard it. Her daunting task of dinner had become a debacle .

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