Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #469

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. Resolution
  2. Self-loathing
  3. Goalless
  4. Sluffing
  5. Improvement
  6. Procrastination
  7. Side-stepping
  8. Growth
  9. Re-evaluation
  10. Promises

 

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11 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #469”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Those of us who wallow in self-loathing have been made to feel that we are sluffing, goalless slobs in need of re-evaluation of our resolutions. What you may not understand is that we have been under the illusion that the Universe promises improvement, just for asking.

    The apparent procrastination of the cosmos is not our fault! It may look like we are side-stepping our responsibility for personal growth. In fact, we are superstitiously avoiding cracks in the sidewalks, stepping over dollars to pick up pennies and whistling past the graveyards of lost ideas.

    So, mind how you go. You don’t want to bump into us and have to listen to our tales of woe.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~ Happy New Year and what a great start to the year ahead of us you have displayed here! Bravo. I love the positiveness you end the 1st paragraph with “…the Universe promises improvement, just for the asking.”

      And … I would stop to listen to your tales of woe!

      Write On,

      Kathleen

  2. Eric Betts says:

    Dave was worried about the growth on his left testicle. Was it supposed to be this consistency? He engaged in an idle reevaluation from time to time. It had been about the size of a pea when he first noticed it, and now it seemed to be more of a peanut. (Or a “nut pea,” he half joked to himself.) Could someone his age get a malignancy? Maybe this was meant to be his muse. Maybe he was destined for a tragic early death, and his poetry would burn all the brighter for it.
    It was New Year’s Day, but Dave had not gone home. It would be 16 hours on a Greyhound and he had no interest in hearing how his brother had got another promotion and what kind of car he was driving now. Instead he had done what he always did; drank until he couldn’t remember why he was drinking anymore.
    As usual, Dave woke up tired. Especially tired of resolutions – so long to make, so quick to break. They were pointless promises to himself that he never intended to keep. And the breaking intensified his feelings of self-loathing. He had quit his university literature course to experience real life. He couldn’t see himself in the corporate world, toiling away in a cube farm, nor could he envisage himself ensconced in one of the University professors’ rooms. He was too much of a maverick for any institution. He worked on a farm picking fruit, the only native English speaker there. He would do mindless work during the day and write his groundbreaking poetry at night.
    Instead he found himself exhausted, uninspired, motivation buried deep somewhere down below, goalless. He had been sluffing for a couple years now and there was no improvement anywhere. How could he improve when he wasn’t actually writing anything? There was no sign of any creativity. He wasn’t even very creative at procrastination. Didn’t even bother making excuses to himself. He wasn’t so much sidestepping his responsibility to the world as a future great poet as not stepping at all.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Eric ~ Welcome to the fold!
      You had me chuckling from the get-go here Eric!
      I love the fluidity of the read.

      “…resolutions – so long to make, so quick to break. ….” This is sssssoooo true!

      And I hope the lists will encourage all of us to not be sidestepping the writing within!

      Write On,

      Kathleen

    • Anklebuster says:

      Holy Hopeless Moses! The New Year’s Resolution Scam brings out the worst in us! LOL
      Welcome to the CCC, Eric!

      Cheers,

      Mitch

  3. Heather Rose says:

    I circled around, unable to find the proper area to get to an original link for the Creative Challange #469, so here’s mine.
    Eric promises that procrastination is truly behind him. It’s a New Year and his goalless summer and fall have left him with that nagging self loathing that can only come from endless drives through Krispy Kreme late at night, furtive glances at the river of oil and dough bubbling along, headed for a glazing he longed to lick and bite.
    Finally reaching his apartment, side-stepping his scale and ab flex, covered in clean laundry, he plops down on his so comfy couch. Now his bare feet on the footrest remind him, as he mindlessly grabs donut after donut, that a little grooming is in order. He grabs the flat emery tool that works for sloughing off that dry hobbit looking surface on his soles, followed by trimming the nail growth that threatens to look claw-like.
    Finished with his foot job (funny how these little to-do’s now seem so much more satisfying than actually getting on his treadmill,) his eyes do a quick reevaluation of the positive benefits of towel folding. His reluctance to get started has been a heavy weight on his shoulders and these simple actions have started something resembling order and mastery over the boring and mundane that mimic his seemingly tedious job. As he flips around the cable channels he comes upon MTV and it must be ‘oldie day’ as a familiar tune opens his eyes..
    It’s a song called, ‘Everybody Dance Now!’ and he finds his spine and fingers and toes tapping out the rhythm. He can’t stand it anymore! He leaps up on smooth feet and the soft shag carpet and dances wildly to the music as it transports his experience into a soul shaking feeling like liquid laughter. ‘Eureka!’ he exclaims, as the music changes to another addicting dance number. His body and soul are one at last and a dancer is born! No longer will he fight the urge to express his love of music with his whole self.

    All you have to do is stand up and let it take you…
    Check out this video on YouTube:

    • Heather Rose says:

      In the short story I noticed that following Eric’s exclamation of ‘Eureka!’, the word he should not be capitalized.

      • Heather Rose says:

        Eek! Another missed correction, at the bottom of the story above..No longer will HE fight the urge..

        • Anklebuster says:

          Fixed both. No worries.

          Welcome to the mad house! Looked as if your story was referring to the author of the previous post. Coincidence can be humorous, at times.

          Cheers,

          Mitch

    • KathleenMK says:

      Hello Heather and welcome to the addition we call home once a week, at least!

      And you found the right spot to post this ditty!

      “…followed by trimming the nail growth that threatens to look claw-like.” Oh my goodness!! this is a great description!

      I love a gal who puts references to Hobbits and dancing and happiness in one story!

      Write On,

      Kathleen


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