Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #519

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.

  1. All
  2. State
  3. Farm
  4. General
  5. Cracker Jack
  6. Heart
  7. insurance
  8. Traps
  9. Match
  10. Dish

8 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #519”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Forget the Apocalypse. Gerrie “The Dragon” Kleinfelter met her match, two hours into the early evening babysitting gig. Billy Hobbs had already broken every dish in the sink, sprang all the mouse traps in the kitchen and set fire to Gerrie’s beloved Kansas State University tote bag.

    She screamed, threatened, then finally, cajoled the little monster into calming down by punching him in the throat. His beady eyes turned into frightening little blue pinpoints of pure hatred. But, he sat down.

    While Billy was thus subdued, Gerrie waited for her boiling blood to recede from her wildly pumping heart. She muttered curses in Billy’s general direction. The random mantra brought her back from the brink.

    Billy’s parents returned to find Gerrie on all fours, cursing loudly while she gingerly picked up broken glass and china.

    “What is this?” Roared Billy, Sr. He eyed the burnt rag bag and pottery shards.

    “Calm down, honey. It’s probably not her fault. I told you not to give Junior that big ol’ box of Cracker Jack.”

    Gerrie blinked. “What?”

    Billy, Sr. cast his eyes downward and mumbled, “Don’t worry about the china. We have insurance.”

    Gerrie lost it. “Insurance? Will it pay for my bag and the risk to my life? Gimme my ten dollars, you jerk! I oughta charge you double for that spawn of the devil!”

    Billy’s mother laughed. “You ain’t in Kansas, anymore, chickie. If you can’t handle a lively three year-old, maybe you should take your country-ass back to the farm. Talkin’ about spawn…I oughta keep that ten dollars!”

    Gerrie sobbed and ran out of the house, never to return.

  2. Meg says:

    All states want money
    The farm subsidy lobby
    Can outmaneuver the general
    In a Cracker Jack ad
    Pitchers woo
    The consumers
    With traps of matched desires
    Serving cold hot
    Next items

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