Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #502

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

This week we have Tanja Cilia to thank for a challenging list. Write On!

  1.  Filch
  2. Flak
  3. Flake
  4. Flame
  5. Flee
  6. Flick
  7. Flinch
  8. Fling
  9. Flow
  10. Fluke
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31 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #502”

  1. Cathy Miller says:

    If I were to filch a friend’s fine phrase, would finite flak fall free?

    Would my friend furiously flake out or find forgiveness forever?

    Can my fabricated forgery flame the finished phrase toward fame

    And flee from the fast flick of forgotten faith and the flinch from a fading form?

    Shall I forever fling friendship aside for the flow of a fraudulent frame?

    Will fortune be a fortuitous fluke found in a friend’s fine phrase?

  2. Anklebuster says:

    Future Forager
    Freddy Four-fingers was thigh-deep in the Fenholloway–the foulest river in Florida. He did not even flinch as another spout of effluvia erupted into flame. He patiently awaited the chance to flick his wrist and fling the fishnet into the flow of fluke and other flatfish, as they tried to flee the oily ring of fire.

    Experience had taught Freddy to ignore the first wave of flounder. He would simply filch the charred slowpokes. The best meal came from those fish at the fringes of the little infernos. The heat was just enough to burn off the toxic chemical, while cooking the flesh to the point where it would flake with a fork. The villagers merely had to rub off the charred skin, which floated away on the constant winds like flak from a fighter plane.

    Of course, after this scavenger hunt, Freddy would henceforth be known as “Two-fingers”. Thankfully, his son would take over after Freddy’s forced retirement.

  3. “HOLY FLUKE SALAD, BILLY!”

    “What the flak is it, Bobby? You done scaredt da flake out my dandruff and da flinch out my tailpipe! Da fling almost flowed too!”

    “I saw dat red flame thingy on dat modum thingy indicating dat we got da internet thingy back up again, so I flicked da power switch on our typewriting computer thingy and sawd dat Kathy fleed from her other life to filch our holler again.

    “What da bleep is a filch, Bobby?”

    “I don’t knowz, but it sure do put da jam in my jelly roll.”

  4. Mike says:

    Charlie sits on his porch and listens, not to traffic or nature or children playing, but the unnatural sounds that FLOW through his mind. Each of the bodies buried in his backyard haunts him. He is truly remorseful, but unable to stop, and even if he were caught, whatever sentence was handed down would not make proper amends.
    He wishes he could FLEE and start over. But he is the sum of his experiences and would continue to be in any other locale. His life is a FLUKE, a forty year FLING with evil as his mistress. His mom gave him FLAK for everything, like when he would FILCH candy from the store or FLICK lightning bugs with his fingernail, maiming them.
    He still remembers how the FLAME danced on the head of the match on Christmas Eve, the smell of the sulfur, then the drapes, then the wallboard. He was only seven, but when the roof collapsed, and his mother was trapped, he didn’t even FLINCH. He stood outside as flame pushed back the darkness and in the snow, ash mixed with FLAKE. That was the night the voices started.

  5. Cathy Miller says:

    Love this line a forty year FLING with evil as his mistress and the whole darn submission! Well done, Mike.


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