Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #484

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. Kerfuffle – noun – a fuss; commotion.
  2. Avarice – noun – insatiable greed for riches; inordinate, miserly desire to gain and hoard wealth.
  3. Smattering – noun – slight or superficial
  4. Leporine – adjective – of, relating to, or resembling a rabbit or hare
  5. Sententious – adjective – abounding in pithy aphorisms or maxims
  6. Loft
  7. Effortless
  8. Listless
  9. Caffeine
  10. Refrain

4 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #484”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    And now, in the twilight of our existence (pardon the sententious prelude), when avarice holds no grip over the smattering of listless, caffeine-deprived subhumans remaining on the blighted planet, comes a cosmic kerfuffle of momentous proportions.

    Space bunnies, drawn by hectares of untended crops, descend in their leporine ships, shooting their umbelliferous projectiles at any and all alien (to them!) lifeforms. With effortless grace, the metallic vessels alight all around the world.

    One nearly crushes my loft, and it is all I can do to refrain from crying out in terror. I watch, as wave after wave of green, yellow and purple rabbit-things hop out of the ship. They scatter in seemingly random fashion, leaving an odorous plume of–apparently–toxic intestinal gases in their wake.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~ I hope this was as much fun to write as it was to read!
      …kerfuffle of momentous proportions….
      …shooting their umbelliferous projectiles….
      ….leaving an odorous plume of–apparently–toxic intestinal gases in their wake….

      Great images come to my mind. And I wonder if you are changing diapers today!

      Write On, please!


      • Anklebuster says:

        LOL, Kathleen! All my wabbits are grown and responsible for their own detritus. 🙂

        Yes, indeedy, this was soo much fun. I don’t know what kicks things off, but for some reason I just randomly started with And now, in the twilight of our existence



        [edit] Ya know, after re-reading my submission from your perspective, the whole thing sounds like something a harried parent might conjure up while changing nappies. LOL!

  2. AA HANDA says:

    “Sounded like there was a KERFUFFLE in the hallway, Betsy,” Arnold cleared his throat and then reached for the contraband scotch in the rose coloured teacup.
    Betsy looked at him and grinned. “That cup’s been empty for an hour, Arnold.” Then gesturing toward the hall she said, “Ain’t nothing but a little too much AVARICE on the part of that new girl. You know, the one with the ample bosoms. She’s a bit too grabby for a place like this,” Betsy fussed with some stray strands of her grey hair, as she spoke to Arnold’s reflection behind hers in the mirror.
    “You’re still as beautiful as you were the day I first set eyes on you, Betsy.”
    “Arnold, you old fox. You and I both know that wasn’t more than a few months ago.” She turned to face him, smiling girlishly, a SMATTERING of sunlight falling on her face accentuating her still striking features.
    “I like that new girl. Something LEPORINE about her. Even if she’s a bit plump,” A look of man-pleasure rolled over Arnold’s face, softening it and smoothing out his craggy wrinkles.
    “Well now. Ain’t you just full of SENTENTIOUS speech for a Sunday afternoon? Oh Arnold. I wish I could show you my LOFT in Marseilles. Wouldn’t it be grand to be there now, in the warm sunshine?”
    The plump nurse’s assistant came into the room with her cart clanging and banging. The sight of her made the job sitting up straight in bed EFFORTLESS for Arnold. “Good evening to you, Mr Aren’t- Old-at-all,” she said in her cheery voice. Betsy rolled her eyes and slumped back, LISTLESS in the armchair in the corner. “I’ve brought you your CAFFEINE and your pills,” the young nurse said. She set a mug of lukewarm coffee and a little paper cup filled to the brim with pills on his bedside table. Arnold couldn’t help himself and gave her a little tap on her bottom. “Mr Arnold! Please REFRAIN from touching the merchandise! Why I am young enough to be…”
    “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, young lady. Off you go…”
    Betsy didn’t wake up when the cart clanged and banged out of the room. And she didn’t wake up when Arnold called her name. She didn’t wake up again in fact, falling asleep for the last time in this lifetime, dreaming of her loft in sunny Marseilles.

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