Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #480

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.

I am beginning to invite others to be the author of a week’s list of words, that means you too! All you have to do is email me at TheHandMaiden_Kathleen@hotmail.com

  1. Abloom
  2. Hatching
  3. Spectacular
  4. Budding
  5. Fecund
  6. Vibrant
  7. Flourishing
  8. Pure
  9. Young
  10. Sun-drenched

8 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #480”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Hades wept. As Persephone, forever young, 99 and 44/100 pure, rose from her slumber, Hades sniveled, “Melindia, Melindia, must you leave me, yet again?”

    Persephone pecked her husband on his soggy, salty cheek. “Gaia needs must awaken. I must return to the upper crust, to better avail myself of the sun-drenched days and fecund evenings. I shall leave some vibrant nightshade flourishing in my chamber. Please mind the buzzard eggs–they’ll be hatching next week.”

    It was too much for Hades. He stomped off to his inner sanctum to sulk. Persephone chuckled. She packed her duffle bag with all of the adjectives of Spring: budding for the tree leaves; abloom for the flowers; spectacular for the sunsets. She hummed a happy tune, a vibrant vacationer to the glorious land of mortals.

    She punched the Uber icon on her phone and calmly waited for the ferryman.

  2. /chet says:

    To call the view ‘spectacular‘ hardly did it justice. Everywhere I looked, something was abloom. It was a warm and sunny noontime in May, the first opportunity I’d had in awhile to go outside. I reclined in a chaise lounge on the sun-drenched patio outside the hospital ward’s common room. Dr. Morgan sat next to me, both of us marveling at the vibrant flora and fauna hatching before our eyes.

    “You are young,” he said, his envy obvious. “You have years ahead of you to study and appreciate this fecund ecosystem.”

    I had to admit that the vista we admired was flourishing. Everywhere I looked, something was budding, and it was not just one pure color but rather a riot of hues; yellowy greens creeping into flaming reds; skeins of brown with veins of pink; orange splatters spread across backgrounds of black. And all abloom at the same time.

    I sighed. It was, I agreed, a botanical marvel. Still…

    “Years, you say?” I looked at him with the gravest face I could manage. “So you don’t have a cure?”

    “Well,” he said with a shrug, “These new tropical funguses. They are resistant to all the standard treatments. And after all…”

    He pointed vaguely towards my lower anatomy.

    “… These ones appear to be benign. It’s not like you are going to lose the leg.”

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