Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #466

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 bolding plugin is gone, so you’ll have to put before and 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. Ballyhoo: commotion, hype
  2. Bindle stiff: hobo
  3. Callipygian: possessing a shapely derriere
  4. Cantankerous: irritating, difficult
  5. Effluvium: unpleasant smell
  6. Factotum: all-around servant or attendant
  7. Fisticuffs: fighting with fists
  8. Flabbergasted: dumbfounded
  9. Hokum: nonsense
  10. Hoodwink: to deceive

One Comment on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #466”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    The cantankerous old bindle stiff declined to engage in fisticuffs with the factotum after the latter had traced an unusual effluvium to a seldom-used pantry beneath the stairs. He did, however, take umbrage to the servant’s verbal assault, which went something like this:

    “Why, you smelly old bastard! How did you get in there? I’m appalled! Come out at once, before I box your ears!”

    The master of the house, disturbed from his contemplation of his reclining wife, dashed out of their bedroom and down the steps. “What is all this ballyhoo, Jenkins?”

    Jenkins managed to bow, even though he was holding the struggling hobo by the scruff of his very dirty neck. “Sir, it is nothing. A mere intruder.”

    The master took a closer look. “That’s no intruder,” he exclaimed. “That’s my brother!”

    Shocked, Jenkins released his hold–and was rewarded with a severe kick in the shins. The dirty old man, himself flabbergasted by the master’s obvious misidentification, quickly adjusted to the situation and went along with the hokum.

    “Dear brother! I have returned. Is this the welcome to which I am to expect from you?”

    The master stuttered, clearly too befuddled by the after-image of his callipygian spouse to realize that the bum was out to hoodwink him. “Of course not, Thomas. I just – I – I thought you had perished in the War!”

    The old stinker was on a roll: “No, but my head wound has made me forgetful. I thought this was my bedroom.”

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