Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #490

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. Frugality
  2. Entreating
  3. Conspiracy
  4. Memorializing
  5. Sacrifice
  6. Selflessness
  7. Protectors
  8. Proud
  9. Few
  10. Brave
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25 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #490”

  1. Tanja Cilia says:

    Frugality was nowadays not her strong point. She would gladly sacrifice lunch, eating buttered bread for a month, in ordered to get her daughter those few things she knew would make the other mothers jealous, and invent conspiracy theories about how she came by the money. How proud she was of that! She tried to kid herself that she was memorializing her own brave mother, who, with utter selflessness and no protectors, had survived DV and brought up four children, one of whom had different needs. The reality, however, was that her will was swayed by the advertisements entreating and enticing her to buy this, that, and the other.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    Frugality is the art of hiding sacrifice behind the brave mask of selflessness. Few can pull it off without appearing to be entreating the universe for surcease.

    At the risk of memorializing faux heroism, we must always be circumspect when questioning the motives of proud protectors, lest we ourselves be accused of fomenting conspiracy, fostering calumny and felling champions.

  3. AAHanda says:

    Well didn’t that beat all? He called it FRUGALITY, but she knew it was just his usual miserly penny-pinching. He was always doing that. Wrapping up his faults in the guise of merits. When he knew he had upset her, he was always ENTREATING her to see the bright side. Where she saw a CONSPIRACY, he praised cooperation. Where she saw cultural appropriation, he saw MEMORIALIZING. And this habit of his fairly drove her mad. She could not bear what he termed his SACRIFICE, and what she knew to be his self-serving martyr-complex. While he espoused selflessness, she saw the exact opposite: she saw selfishness.
    “What on earth do you mean?” he asked, kicking at a rusty bucket that had been lying on that lawn most of the winter. “Selfish? Why I do not have a selfish bone in my body,” he said.
    She was hanging up the laundry on that cool and clear June morning. The birds were singing up a storm and she was surprised to see him up and dressed so early in the back garden. “I reckon you don’t even know the meaning of either word. Else, how’d you account for a fool question like that? Why tell me even one thing that you do, just one thing, mind, that isn’t a prime example of selfishness? Just one. Tell me one.”
    He looked down at the bucket again, and thought. “That time, I joined the other men in town to act as your protectors against them aliens what everyone was talking about. D’you remember that? Now, it’s true no aliens ever did come, but we didn’t know that at the time. There. That’s a sure example.”
    “Why, you are the devil indeed,” Sally said, pinning a particularly large pair of men’s underwear to the clothes line. “You just gone and prooved my point, is all you did. Joining the other men as our protectors weren’t nothing but you all taking care to make sure your suppers would still be fixed and your beds still be made. It’s just sad trying to convince me that it had something to do with selflessness.” She bent down to try to find one more clothespin for the last corner of a single bed sheet.
    “Aw, Sally. You’re just too PROUD. You’re always going around thinking you’re so much better than the rest of us. You might be better than a FEW in town. But really, you ain’t as good as you think. We were BRAVE and selfless to go out to the edge of town to protect our womenfolk. You’re just too mean and too proud to admit it. And you know well that’s the truth.

  4. AA HANDA says:

    While Randolph boasted about his FRUGALITY, she lamented his penny-pinching. He was always doing that. Wrapping up his faults in the guise of merits. He was forever ENTREATING her to see the bright side. Where she saw a CONSPIRACY, he praised cooperation. Where she saw thievery, he saw MEMORIALIZING. Like when they said them things about Elvis. And this habit of his fairly drove her mad. She could not bear what he termed his SACRIFICE, and what she called his martyr-complex. While he espoused SELFLESSNESS, she saw the exact opposite: she saw selfishness.
    “What on earth do you mean?” he asked, kicking at a rusty bucket that had been lying on that lawn most of the winter. “Selfish? Why, I don’t have a selfish bone in my body, and that’s the truth,” he said.
    She was hanging the laundry in the back yard on that cool and clear June morning. The birds were singing up a storm and she was surprised to see him awake and dressed so early. “Randolph?” she paused to look him straight in the eye. “I reckon you don’t even know the meaning of either word. Else, how’d you account for a fool question like that? Why, you tell me just one thing that you do, just one thing, mind, that isn’t a prime example of selfishness? Just one. Tell me one.”
    He looked down at the bucket again, and gave it another kick. “That time, I joined the other men in town to act as PROTECTORS against them aliens what everyone was talking about. D’you remember that? Now, it’s true no aliens ever did come, but we didn’t know that at the time. There. I reckon that’s a sure example.”
    “Why, that ain’t, and you know it,” Sally said, pinning a particularly large and threadbare pair of boxer’s to the clothesline. “You just gone and proved my point, is all you did. Joining the other men as our protectors! Ha! Weren’t nothing but you and all the fool men in this town taking care of your own selves. Making sure your suppers be fixed and your beds be warm. It’s just sad trying to tell me it had something to do with selflessness.” She bent down to try to find one more clothespin for the last corner of a greying bed sheet.
    “Aw, Sally. You’re just too PROUD. You’re always going around thinking you’re so much better than the rest of us. You might be better than a FEW in town, alright. But really, you ain’t as good as you think. We were BRAVE and selfless to go out to the edge of town to protect our own. You’re just too mean and too proud to admit it. And you know well that’s the truth.”
    She collected her laundry basket and the rusty bucket and retreated into the dark house. He sat on the swing and listened to the birdsong.

  5. KathleenMK says:

    Hello AA and welcome to the fold ~~~
    I do apologize for the lateness of my arrival. Many a family matters coming to a head at this time, which, if I am able to breath this week I shall write about! :]

    I am off to teach a class, so I shall return to read this!

    Kathleen

  6. AA Handa says:

    No worries, Kathleen. And thanks for doing this.


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