Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #488

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. Justification
  2. Material
  3. Sea Horse
  4. Enrichment
  5. Cooking
  6. Exchange
  7. Daily
  8. Internet
  9. Supplies
  10. Handiwork

7 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #488”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    I have no justification for cooking and eating that sea horse. Now, in exchange for my life, I must scour the Internet daily for Aquaman’s unmentionables. As punishments go, this is most cruel and unusual.

    Lord, that man is straight nasty. He would get kicked out of the Justice League if they knew of his lusty appetite for unclean mermaids. (Don’t believe that crap Disney puts out, those fishy wenches could curdle the milk of angels!) Anyway, he requires certain–ahem–supplements, suppositories and sanitary supplies to battle a particularly vicious form of the ich.

    Amazon still doesn’t ship underwater, so I have to row out to the middle of nowhere, wrap the products in smelly, water-proof material and drop my handiwork into the ocean.

    So, you ask, why did I eat the sea horse in the first place? I was reading the back of a comic book and saw an ad for “Sexual Enrichment.”

    Don’t judge me. You fell for the sea monkeys, didn’t you? At least my folly was more realistic!

  2. AA HANDA says:

    She admired her own handiwork, proudly wiping the beads of sweat from her brow with the sleeve of the artist’s smock she’d donned when she’d arrived. She’d finished earlier than the others. She kept her eyes lowered as she began to pack up her supplies.
    She’d found the course on the internet, during one of her daily searches for something, anything to fill this void. She had no money, so she’d proposed an exchange with the instructor. She’d teach him cooking and he’d let her in to his pottery class.
    As a child, she’d loved pottery class in school: the earthy smell of the clay, the cold wetness of it, the feel of it squishing through her fingers. Once a year and for several weeks, art classes would be pottery classes. They’d shape their individual balls of clay and then fire their designs. She still has that seahorse. She’d had a thing for seahorses. She loved the fact that the males were the repositories of the female eggs and the incubators of the fetuses. All those years ago in grade school, she’d fashioned her hunk of clay into a pregnant male seahorse. She was in grade four and had given her clay piece a small seahorse penis. When it came back from the first firing in the kiln, her masterpiece was missing a little something. The material simply fell off, she was told. “It was too delicate,” the visiting art teacher had said, without tenderness. Well that was the justification: a too delicate appendage: the seahorse penis.
    She let her hand caress her handiwork a final time. This time, the appendage was thoroughly indelicate, and she’d hoped, kiln-proof.

  3. AA Handa says:

    Thank you, Mitch. I liked your seahorse story. Again, keep wanting to read more…

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