Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #487

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. Accuracy
  2. Butterscotch
  3. Root beer
  4. Gypsum
  5. Rose
  6. Curry
  7. Tarot Card
  8. Purpose
  9. Date Stamp
  10. Candle
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5 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #487”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Times were so tough that the rats had to snack on sawdust and gypsum. At least someone was getting the benefit of the aborted office space improvements. I looked at the date stamp again. Should I call ’em up with yet another delay tactic? I had already burned that candle down: one extension, based on hardship, another, due to a question of accuracy of the balance. Surely, the wick was about to sputter out on this nightmare. Fate had turned up a grim tarot card on me.

    I picked up the phone. “Put Two-Toes on the line.”

    “Yeah, boss?”

    “Any luck finding our friend?”

    “Naw, boss. He closed up shop right after you gave him the money.”

    “I knew something was off about that smooth-talking, curry-eatin’ sonuvabitch. Alright, go hunt down that butterscotch side piece he’s been keeping. She’ll know how to reach him.”

    “Ah, boss. We did that last week. She OD’d on the smack you paid for.”

    “What?! Rose is dead? Why didn’t you tell me? Hell, never mind. No sense crying in my root beer over that loser. Somebody will rat him out. I’ll call you.”

    I slammed down the phone. Things were hopeless. I should have known better than to finance the expansion with drug profits. That’s what I get for branching out.

    With absolutely no sense of purpose, I tore up the late notice, walked out of my store and drove off into the night.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch…
      Those are some tough times if rats have to eat saw dust and gypsum! (Love that description)Surely, the wick was about to sputter out on this nightmare. This worked in oh so well. Bravo.

      Great description of the gal…. that butterscotch side piece… that the guy seems to have cared a bit about.

      Write On,

      Kathleen

  2. KathleenMK says:

    Another Mind-full Conversation

    The accuracy of the report was disheartening, especially as I heard your voice – “Mom, he’s okay. He’s here with me now.”

    That wave of calmness and joy that came with your words, as my heart raced with panic as his mom’s phone just kept ringing and ringing, was heartbreakingly sweet. I could hear how glad you are to have your little brother home with you now. But, my heart feels so heavy, as if it is filled with watered down gypsum. Oh the cement shoes of a broken heart.

    The words I spoke to your older brother, within the hour, stung my tongue like a spicy hot curry, as I asked him to be the one to tell yah’lls’ sisters of the passing of the youngest in this family.

    I wonder if the Tarot Cards saw this coming? I mean … isn’t that their purpose? Would they have told us that he’d stopped drinking Root Beer? Oh, I am glad I don’t seek out prior knowledge of things to come. Neither of us mums’ would have ever wanted to know that our boys were leaving us so soon,, too soon.

    I will be lighting a candle for you both now boys. Tell him Lovie, will you? Thank you.

    Yes, yes, you have seen correctly. I have planted ample roses. I hope Waylon likes the butterscotch hewed ones; they shall forever remind me of him, of his hair and that smile of his.

    Lovie … I am glad you get to be with your little brother now. He has missed you much, oh so much as well.

    The latest date stamp reads April 28, 1997 – May 7, 2017. RIP Waylon, RIP young man.


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