Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #473

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.

Adjectives — descriptive words that modify nouns — often come under fire for their cluttering quality, but often it’s quality, not quantity, that is the issue. Plenty of tired adjectives are available to spoil a good sentence, but when you find just the right word for the job, enrichment ensues. So let’s try to learn, possibly relearn even, some good noun modifiers:

  1. Zealous: eager, devoted
  2. Wheedling: flattering
  3. Voluble: glib, given to speaking
  4. Uxorious: inordinately affectionate or compliant with a wife
  5. Turgid: swollen, pompous
  6. Trenchant: sharp, penetrating, distinct
  7. Tenacious: persistent, cohesive
  8. Spasmodic: having to do with or resembling a spasm, excitable, intermittent
  9. Sclerotic: hardening
  10. Salubrious: healthful

 

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9 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #473”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “Today, we have perfected the nanoreplicator to the extent that manufacturing is obsolete.” Professor Smythe closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable deluge of voluble, zealous dim-witted rhetoric. He didn’t have to wait long. As expected, Jock Whittington led the charge.

    “Well, who is going to make the nanoreplicators?” Jock challenged the old guy.

    “People like you, Mister Whittington.” The Professor’s trenchant tone and sarcastically sibilant addressing elicited spasmodic giggles from the student body.

    “Wait. What? Are you mocking me, you sclerotic, sanctimonious fossil? My father owns this University!”

    “Ah, so that’s how you got in. But, isn’t your mom the heir to the Salubrious Sanitary Napkin empire? Your father is nothing more than a wheedling, uxorious sycophant who, despite all that, only managed to squirt you out!”

    Jock was shocked. He swiveled his thick neck this way and that, in reaction to the now raucous, unbridled laughter erupting all over the lecture hall. He stormed out of his seat, dashed to the podium and socked the Professor right in the nose. He bent over the crumpled man and sneered, “That’s right. I’ll make a nanoreplicator that will turn your smart ass into a steaming pile of turgid beneath the bottom of my shoe!”

    The Professor smiled through the dripping blood, “See what I mean, class? Jock’s ignorance is quite tenacious.”

  2. KathleenMK says:

    Mitch ~ Way to go. I think you might have added to one of your stories today!

    You even turned an adjective into a noun-ish!

    Write On,

    Kathleen

  3. Chet Ensign says:

    We were zealous spirits then, wandering door-to-door in our tenacious quest for spiritual perfection through religious recruitment. Jesus was an uxorious husband or so the voluble priests promised and so we sought his salubrious presence by proselytizing among the lowest: the sclerotic; the spasmodic; the down-beaten; the lost.

    It is only now that I am long gone from that life, married, with two kids and a mortgage, a husband and a T.V. that I never turn off from fear of the silence, now, that is, that I am one of those ordinary souls, asking for nothing more than a day when all the bills get paid, nothing breaks, and the kids go to bed one day older and no closer to a life of crime, that I can see why we were met with such stolid faces. What we took for a bright promise, what we took for trenchant analysis of the world’s woes and its glorious opposite in Heaven was, to them, one more turgid huckster making wheedling impositions on their time and wallet and offering only vacuous promises in return. God in Heaven? Cheaper internet service? We all sounded the same.


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