Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #491

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

Remember… there is more than one meaning for a word! :]

  1. Ford
  2. Chevron
  3. Mobil
  4. Scion
  5. Plymouth
  6. Monarch
  7. Mercury
  8. International
  9. Harvester
  10. Mini
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17 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #491”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Mercury, the scion of Jupiter, patron of commerce, aspired to the position of monarch in the kingdom of Capita. Alas, he had powerful enemies–gods and mortals, alike–who would sooner see him crushed beneath Plymouth.

    In particular, the evil alliance between Henry Ford, the industrialist, and Ceres, the harvester, ensured that Mercury would garner no more than a mini-empire within Capita. Ford controlled the machines that Mercury coveted. Ceres ruled the agrarian domain, including Mercury‘s grain business. Together, they strangled his free-market philosophy into a constricted chevron of bureaucracy and protectionism.

    Mercury was not easily beaten. He formed an international conglomeration of mega-corporations, led by Mobil, British Petroleum, Monsanto and China State Shipbuilding Corporation. MBMCSS slowly absorbed Ford’s holdings, and simultaneously eroded the relevance of wheat by making oil cheaper than bread.

    Eventually, Mercury had his crown, though he may as well have just snatched the one from King Pyrrhus. Capita was dead.

  2. /chet says:

    My girlfriend Genius knew of a place where we could ford the river into Canada. Don’t think of it as a flight from the law, she said. Think of it as a mini-odyssey.

    Her real name was Becky but I called her ‘Genius’ because she said she wanted to be loved for her mind. Which, it turned out, was a total lie. She wanted me to love her because she was hot and that was easy to do. What she really didn’t want to be loved for was her money. She came from lots of it, the scion of some old world family; landed at Plymouth Rock with a land-grant from some European monarch, played their cards right for twelve generations, lots of towns and college buildings named after them. That kind of money.

    I didn’t know this the first time she took me to visit her parents. She said that’s our house up ahead. It looked like the setting for a period piece on ‘Masterpiece Theater.’ One of those ones where everyone is in a tizzy because the son is going off to fight in the Great War. The front door was decorated with some kind of chevon that she said had something to do with the family crest. Her parents were lovely people, very polite. A little stuffy. Could look right through the army of people like me who quietly skimmed about taking care of the place like they didn’t exist.

    We waded across at first light. The chilly water flowing around our waists looked like mercury. At 5:23 a.m. we were crossed the half-way mark, international citizens of the world in our imaginations; fugitives according to the U.S. legal system.

    The first sign of civilization we reached was a lonely Mobil station surrounded by woods on a two-lane road. A bad omen I thought but I didn’t say anything to Becky. We were young, in love, idealistic, and bankrolled by her parent’s money. Nothing could touch us now she said. But that gas station, it was a symbol of America’s reach. The U.S. was the great harvester and would take who it wanted, when it wanted, and shipping us wherever it wanted to send them. All us boys fleeing north to escape getting shipped off to war? We could be cut off, bundled up, and shipped back home in bales with the swipe of some bureaucrat’s pen.

    But I shook off the dark thoughts. I hugged her around her waist, kissed her on the cheek and said “You really are a genius.”


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