Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #460

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.


It’s been a long week already, but with family funerals behind and in front of me… well, I needed a potentially fun word list. Write On!

  1. Gourd
  2. Cemetery
  3. Symmetry
  4. Skull
  5. Noggin
  6. Crossbones
  7. Angel
  8. Angle
  9. Zombie
  10. Rebirth

6 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #460”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “Come on, angel, don’t make me bust your gourd open. I just want your purse!” The green, slimy, shuffling assailant had a death-grip on an elderly woman’s handbag.

    “Go to hell, you vile old bastard!” The silver-haired granny had an equally tight grip on her Louis Vuitton.

    “Been there, done that. And I ain’t so old, see? I was with the Fighting 84!”

    The old lady squinted at the skull and crossbones tattooed on the creature’s bicep. She gasped, “My husband was in that squadron!”

    They both released the handbag and plopped down on the grass–she, from shock; he, from exhaustion. After exchanging enough information to confirm both claims, the woman invited the creature back to her apartment.


    “The Navy lied to you, ma’am.” The creature scratched his noggin in confusion. He was only used to teletypes and oscilloscopes; the woman’s laptop was as foreign as the Kamikaze to him. He continued his explanation:

    “That bunker was never destroyed by the Japs. We had wiped them out the first time they showed their ugly mugs. What really put us in a cemetery was Uncle Sam’s mad scientists!

    “They had the bright idea to inject us with a zombie virus. That way, if we got shot down, our rebirth was assured. We didn’t know this at the time, but we glommed onto their angle after they stopped sending recruits.

    “Of course, the shots didn’t work. Most of us, like your Bob, died horribly. But a few unlucky ones still roam the earth, stuck between life and death. We are victims of of a perfect symmetry between cell apoptosis and regeneration.”

    The old woman nodded in complete understanding. Her Bob had never known what she was working on at Fort Detrick.

  2. He cursed his mistake, leaving valuable equipment behind in such a hostile environment. He checked his surroundings and crept closer and angled a glance around the corner. He saw the precious cargo mere feet from him; a quick dash and it would be his but then he saw it move. The zombie like creature stirred and sniffed the air. He knew it to be female. Her small skull of matted hair tilted ever so slightly, the symmetry of her slender shoulders shifted to make her look almost human until she abruptly faced him. She hissed at his intrusion into her domain. She lunged but pain shot through her features and she fell back against pillows, positioned like crossbones on the bed.

    Angel , I just want my iPad,” he said moving through a cemetery of empty candy wrappers. She hissed again and hurled a empty gourd shaped bottle toward his noggin . He ducked and tossed a plate of cupcakes on the bed. She fell upon them in a ravenous hunger. Without looking back, he snatched his tablet from the nightstand, scooped up the empty bottle from the floor and retreated from the room.

    He needed another bottle of Midol before her rebirth into his wife would be complete. The cupcakes would buy him some time.

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