Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #499

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. Substantive
  2. Agglomerate
  3. Eye opening
  4. Aggressive
  5. Eclipse
  6. Rings
  7. Star dust
  8. Modify
  9. Rectify
  10. Justify
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5 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #499”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Anxiety. Jason could scarcely see through the aggressive cranial star dust bursting like a corona of fear behind his throbbing eyes. How could he have forgotten the index cards? He groaned inwardly as he approached the podium.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, how many of you left your rings in the glove compartment, hoping to get lucky in the Eclipse Lounge tonight?”

    Jason squinted at the blur of faces. He scowled at the scattered titters muffled by unadorned hands.

    “Stop snickering! How do you justify your selfishness? Do you giggle when your spouse asks you how the conference went? Do you feel even the least bit guilty? Shame on you!

    “This conference was not designed to help you rectify your wandering ways! Its sole purpose is to teach you how to modify your selfish behavior. By the time you leave here, I hope you will have experienced a substantive, eye-opening glimpse into your tiny, shriveled souls. The emotional agglomerate you’ll find within yourselves is the charred remains of faith, innocence and goodwill.”

    A small voice at the back of the room piped up, “Um, dude, this is the break-out session for Abstinence Anonymous. Adultery is down the hall.

  2. Cathy Miller says:

    I missed this place and have been meaning to come back but you know how life tends to get in the way. I guess I’m destined for hit and miss. 🙂
    ==========================

    The rising sun chased dust into its clandestine search for light. A drop of water stretched to life, racing to the sink below. So began the non-substantive dance of another day.

    Lethargy enveloped Margo in a tangled agglomerate of despair. The eye-opening events of the last few weeks brought an education she did not seek. When had her friend turned so aggressive? What wrong had she done to eclipse years as BFFs?

    Margo would never forget that first post. Or the betrayal that followed.

    You are such a loser. Everyone hates you, the hostile letters shouted their disdain.

    Margo did not recognize the screen name.

    Who is this?

    I am truth. Your worst nightmare.

    Quickly Margo logged off. Who was this person? Why were they targeting her? In the weeks to come, others from her school added to the attack. The haters rang rings around Margo’s pleas to stop.

    Each week the posts became more hateful. Lies and contempt pounded Margo’s battered soul, dulling the stardust of innocence. Nothing she said, nothing she wrote could expose the attack for what it was – cyberbullying without a shred of so-called truth.

    But the worst was yet to come. Taylor, her best friend since childhood, abandoned her for her accusers. Fearing they would modify their assault to include Margo’s inner circle, Taylor took the easier route. Or so she thought.

    Before the water drop hit its silvery grave, Margo took her life. Just 14 years old, she could not rectify the picture someone else had painted. She could not justify the loss of her childhood friend and all she thought she knew.

    She could not live tomorrow.


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