Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #508

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. Vacillation
  2. Grill
  3. Crane
  4. Harvest
  5. Foliage
  6. Bonfire
  7. Xanthophyll
  8. Dormant
  9. Modification
  10. Attire


17 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #508”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Jeremy lay dormant in the soothing bonfire. He didn’t really want to shift to the grill, which was more than ten feet away. Even though the gas-powered contraption was hotter, the jump required a modification to his plasma that just might make him dissipate. If that happened, he risked coming back as a flora spectre and the beach had insufficient foliage to cover his presence.

    Of course, since he was here to harvest souls, he couldn’t goof off all night in the flames. He hesitated like a stuntman on the ledge of a high-rise, afraid to make the death-defying leap.

    “Ha-ha. I’m already dead. Let’s DO this!”

    Jeremy’s vacillation cost him dearly. He missed the grill by six inches. His plasma sputtered. Instead of going out, though, it shimmered from orange to yellow as it filled with xanthophyll. Jeremy had to crane his neck to view his new form.

    He only had a few seconds to admire his attire before he heard his dissipation proclamation:

    “Say! Who dropped this papaya?”


    Jeremy peeked out from the frothy waves. “Drat. Fat chance of meeting my quota, now.”

  2. KathleenMK says:

    The list have been a callin’ me. I was able to carve out a bit of time to give back today. :]

    “Your vacillation between grilling him or hanging him by his ankles from the crane is entertaining,” Joslyn said to Isabella as they sat beside the bonfire.

    “Which do you think will harvest the information we need?” Isabella prompted as she took notice of the foliage that succumbed to the annual xanthophyll.

    She had been letting her anger go dormant, the modification of her moods was temporary.

    “What is the proper attire for this endeavor?” Joslyn mused aloud. “Overalls? Coveralls? Surgical gloves? Hairnets? Skull masks?”

  3. /chet says:

    When I caught sight of her across the bonfire, the thing I noticed was her attire. Modest, not provocative, like most of the girls at the harvest celebration. I worked the grill like I always do, serving out the burgers and the hotdogs. I’ve done that for years so take my word for it: with the crops in and the foliage turned, it is like something that’s been lying around dormant all spring and summer suddenly wakes up. Maybe its the chill in the air. But these girls, they want it and they’re coming up and shaking it right in your face until they get it.

    But not her. She was reserved. She didn’t make eye contact. When she came around the fire, she moved slow and gave great attention to everything around her. It wasn’t from any reticence or vacillation. No, nothing like that. She reminded me of a crane, spear fishing in the shallows.

    Maybe that should have been my tip-off. But by then, she’d lulled me into thinking in a different direction.

    The modification she made to the chemical structure of the Xanthophyll suppressed that orangey yellow color that tips you off to the cops. You just look like you have a great tan. I’ve been clean two years now and I can manage without the high. But I sure do miss that great skin color.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Wow, Chet! This was a crisp, clean read! I’m wondering all sorts of things and wishing this were the intro to your novel so that I could buy it 🙂



    • KathleenMK says:

      Chet ~ Silly me, I remember reading this, I commented in my head LOL.
      I like your description of this lady, … reminded me of a crane, spear fishing in the shallows…. And then you surprise me with that last paragraph… I have had to read it a couple of times, because it is so cleverly written! Bravo.

      Write On,


  4. Alide says:

    Verdaderamente me hiciste reir.

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