Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #498

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. Apply
  2. Sipping
  3. Shipping
  4. Documents
  5. Kindergarten
  6. First day
  7. Bullying
  8. Excitement
  9. Dread
  10. Uniform



12 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #498”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    I was so looking forward to the first day of bullying. As a lifetime member of my school’s kindergarten, I was given free rein to instill fear, uncertainty and dread throughout the campus. So long as my antisocial disorder documents were in order, nobody could touch me. I kissed my mama good-bye and ran for the short bus, which idled impatiently at the end of my driveway.

    Bully Day at Green Acres School of Losers had been a tradition since before I first donned the puke-green uniform, exactly twenty years ago. Of course, it was I who was sipping from the toilet the first two years; but, I learned to apply myself until, as they say, the hunters became the hunted.

    Now, I could barely contain my excitement. Thanks to the recent Cultural Exchange Initiative, Canada was shipping a group of skinny, bespectacled dweebs to Green Acres.

    Or, so I thought. Was that a freaking football team hooting and hollering as they jumped off two old Greyhound buses? A long-forgotten quickening surged from my belly-button to my throat.

  2. Rob Koechl says:

    Alley took a deep breath, adjusted her UNIFORM, and walked into her FIRST DAY at KINDERGARTEN. “Remember, in and out of school, you have to APPLY yourself,” her mom had said, and she wasn’t sure if this was what she meant. She saw one of the kids was SIPPING her cup in the corner by herself. She wasn’t sure if that BULLYING Francisca Gerb would be there or not, she thought this was her school, but she wasn’t sure. There are a lot of schools in the area. How could she be sure. She pushed down her DREAD and went over to say hi to the girl alone with her sippy cup. Then the door flew open and in came Francisca. Alley felt the DREAD in the pit of her stomach. “Hello children. ” She announced. “This is your new teacher, Ms. Alley Fernandez, and I bet you don’t know too that we went to kindergarten together when we were your age. Isn’t that amazing?” She turned to Alley, “Don’t worry about the references from your old school, they’re SHIPPING the DOCUMENTS to me. And don’t worry, I’ll help you out in any way I can, just to make sure you aren’t raising Cain in here. Haha.” She laughed. Alley felt the dread deepen. It was happening again, kindergarten, all the way through high school, she was stuck under the thumb of this brat. Alley could have just lowered her head, taken the punishment, like she did all those years, but then she turned back to the other woman and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you’ve taught kindergarten?” Francisca looked somewhat taken aback and confused, “Err yes, all principals are supposed to have done work in all the grades.” “Oh, I guess the board allowed you the minimal amount each grade. How’s your father doing too? I heard he had some issues with another new board member. Well, won’t be long before he’s back to tip top shape.” Francisca’s eyes had widened to an enormous size, and her mouth was gaping, “I, uhhh.” “Oh, I’m sorry, it must be hard for you to hear. Well, you better get going. I couldn’t have you ruining my class for me, could I?” And she unceremoniously moved the principal out of her classroom, into the hall and closed the door in her face when she was about to say something. Francisca looked in disbelief at the door, then put her hand to the doorknob and was about to turn, when she stopped, turned down the hall towards her office and started walking, stopping every two feet, and looking back at the door in disbelief. Alley stood there inside the classroom her hand still on the doorknob, facing the closed door, her eyes closed, while the children watched her expectantly. She knew she had some what she had never been able to do all those years of school. She knew that it was going to be a battle, a war, an all out death match, but this time she would not take it laying down and she would be ready for it. She opened her eyes and looked at the children before her and smiled, the dread was gone, and in its place, EXCITEMENT.

  3. /chet says:

    “I remember sipping an energy drink with the other boys when we heard the nurse coming. She wore a white uniform so crisp and starched that you could hear it crackling the full length of the corridor. Harding, the upper class boy assigned to our group, told us the night before that the sound meant we were going to have to take off our clothes and be prodded and poked and stuck with needles. He manufactured dread on a day that had, until then, been filled with excitement; our first day on the campus of the Draco Academy.

    “To this day, I’m still shocked that it took me so long to recognize what was going on. But we were all just starting kindergarten. We were too young to do anything but take it all for granted. Only years later when I studied biology and thought to apply the lessons of that discipline to the community around me did I see that it was the first in an ongoing pattern of bullying, one of the horrid filters the school justified under their principal of ‘natural selection.’ They were shipping their ‘product’ – that is the exact word they used – to fill the upper echelons of business, finance, the military; there was no place in their classrooms for the kind-hearted, the self-reflective, the artistic.

    “That’s what the documents we turned up in the law suit revealed. But then again, Draco graduates also dominate the judiciary. So we knew the case would go nowhere.”

  4. KathleenMK says:

    “While some will try to tell you there ain’t no uniformity to bullying, there is. It can be seen, yet the same, in all of the creatures here on earth,” the rancher said pausing as he watched the herd, while mindlessly chewing on a piece of straw that bounced up and down like a child on its first day of kindergarten. “Watch that yearling calf right there,” Dread Scott said, pointing his crooked index finger – long ago broken, multiple times, a decade or so ago when he was learnin’ to rope.

    The calf ambled over to his momma, bumping into the wrong momma at first. He was on the receiving end of a sidekick by the Angus cow. This caused quite a stir in the heard. The Herford cow buffaloed her way toward her calf.

    “Sssssee, the momma cow ‘oves her calf, even if he is blind,” Thaddeus Scott said.

    “Yes, sir e-bob, son she does,” Dread said, liftin’ he cup of joe, sipping it slowly.

    “Blindy”, as Thaddeus apply like to call the red and white calf, tripped over his own four feet in all of the excitement. “BBBBAAAAAHHHHH,” the calf bellowed. His momma quickened her pace, not missing a step as she kicked out straight back at the Angus cow.

    “Daddy, that momma don’t like her baby gettin’ pushed around none too much!”

    “No son she don’t. Most us parents don’t like to see our babes bein’ pushed ‘round.”

    “Yah think he can smell his momma comin’ fur him?”

    “I do son. I think he knows his momma’s comin’ to the rescue,” Dread said knowin’ lessons don’t always happen straight on.

    The roar of the diesel engine could be heard coming around the bend in the road. As it came to a stop, at the end of the drive, the air breaks blew and the accordion door opened nearly simultaneously.

    “Good morning there Dread. Who do we have here?” the bus driver said.

    The twosome where now facing the highway and subsequently the bus.

    “Good morning Bella. This here is my youngest, Thaddeus.”

    “I am Thaddeus, Thaddeus Buford Scott!” the youngin’ said without his usual stutter. You see, Dread had spent all summer helpin’ Thaddeus with the talkin’ issues.

    “Well, hello there young Thaddeus. May I call you Thaddeus, young master Scott?” Bella asked.
    The younger Scott’s cheeks began to turn red, his eyes dipped as he tilted his head downwardly, scuffing his boot on the pebbles.

    “It’s okay Thaddeus, Miss Bella has been watchin’ over and takin’ all of your siblin’s to school since the day they started to.”

    “He got all his documents Dread?”

    “I wouldn’t be shippin’ him off without ‘em,” the proud dad said as he gently pushed on his son’s back, encouraging him to get up on the bus. “You’ll be just fine. Remember what we talked about? You’ll get to make some new friends and learn yourself a lot.

    “It’s gonna be fine. Finer than frog’s hair to be exact.”

    “Come on Master Thaddeus. You can even sit up here right behind me, if you’d like.”

    “I’ll be here when yah get back Thad. I promise. I will even have old Gunny saddled and ready for a ride.”

    At the mere mention of an afternoon ride Thaddeus’ mood improved and he hopped up on the steps of the bus and took a seat behind Miss Bella. She winked at Dread just before shutting the door, releasing the brakes and heading down the highway.

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