Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #522

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. Demonstration
  2. Emancipation
  3. Gifts
  4. Injustice
  5. Movement
  6. Non-violent
  7. Pride
  8. Prejudice
  9. Quest
  10. Vigor



13 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #522”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “Class, today is set aside for our recent graduates. Before embarking on his or her individual quest, each of them must complete the Sophist’s Emancipation Course.

    “Successful completion of the SEC requires a demonstration of virtue, vigilance and vigor. Intelligence without purposeful action is as wasteful as an upended jug of water. Our graduates will share with you their gifts, so that you might apply them to your continuing education here at Swamp Logos.

    “During today’s presentations, I ask that you observe the graduates–not with pride, for you had nothing to do with their achievements; not with prejudice, for you are not as good as you think you are–but with hunger and desire. To give less is to do injustice to this hallowed tradition of passage.”

    The Acolytes clapped as the old Mentor concluded his remarks. The children were primed and ready to absorb whatever the graduates had to offer.

    Swan Vee looked out over the eager faces. She was more than happy to share her mastery of stealth movement and non-violent subjugation of adversaries.

    Ironically, these skills were the exact opposite of those she would employ on her very first journey from Swamp Logos.

    Read more about Swan Vee at the link above!

  2. KathleenMK says:

    “I am out of here!” the 18-year-6 hours-old girl screamed as she stuffed few shirts, some jewelry, and her diary into her duffle bag.

    The demonstration of independence on the part of the child was a double-edged sword.

    The 35 and a half-year-old mother stood in the hall with arms crossed taking notice of which items,gifts she had showered her first born with, that her prideful child was not willing to leave behind. Well, she is taking nearly the same things I took when I stormed out of my mum and dad’s home. A light chuckle escaped the elder’s mouth.

    This mum’s non-violent demand for her beauty to go by the rules was a testament of restraint. I wish I could impart all of my tried and failed attempts into my beauty,” the mum said a silent prayer as she tilted her head back a little looking up, as if the good Lord could be seen through the ceiling.

    “If you continue to smash things into that bag you will break things,” the mother admonished. “I know from experience,” she added in a near whisper. The words were tinged with sadness as she thought of the ceramic horse she broke the day she stormed out of her parents’ home some 19 years ago.

    The younger’s movements around the room was akin to a hungry sparrow as she flitted here and there turning things over on her bed as she searched for something, something special she did not want to leave behind. As she got to her shelf she snatched the mystery item up with a rapid force that her mum did not get a chance to see it was the prayer pebble she had given her child three years ago.

    With much vigor the younger snatched up her duffle bag, zipping it up as she stomped past her mother.

    “You are so prejudice mom! All I want to do is live my life. Just like you did. You did it, but nnnnooooo, you won’t let me do it. It’s wrong for me, but it wasn’t for you!” the frustrated child spewed barbed words as she headed for the front door as her quest for independence was obstructed by the loving restrictions of her mother.

    The thud of the solid oak door slamming was the end of the temper tantrum, but not of the tears.

    With shaking hands the mother poured the dark liquid into her cup. As she raised the cup of Joe to her lips she released the strangle hold she had on it leaving only one hand to hold the cup while the other whipped away the tears that were making their decent.

    She took a mouthful of coffee in. Holding the warm liquid in her mouth the young mother wondered: Is this her emancipation or mine?”

    Knowing she never regretted keeping the unexpected pregnancy, “I just don’t want you to have to have such a hard path in life,” the mother softly said, hoping her daughter would come to know this truth at some time in her life.

    “May the injustice she feels now be met with much learning and understanding; may she learn how to use her words properly,” an uneasy chuckle escaped her vocal cords, especially as she was now sounding so much like her own mother. She rolled her eyes at that dreadful occurrence. “And please Lord, please keep her safe from harm as you did me oh so many years ago. May her trials and tribulations not be as costly and life changing. May her struggles not be as burdensome as mine were on the family,” she swallowed the bitter … liquid. “Lord, I sure hope you made her smarter than me.”

    • Anklebuster says:

      Ah, Kathleen, such subtlety woven into this tale. Well done!

      Nice touch with the bitter liquid…tough to swallow!



      • KathleenMK says:

        Mitch ~ thank you.
        You sometimes the words just work their way in.
        I had been wondering, all week, how I could use this list without laying them out in an expected way and then my fingers hit the keys and it happened.

        The “bitter … tough to swallow…” just was a lucky laying of the story as it came from within.

        I am glad you enjoyed it.


    • Chet says:

      Kathleen, there is a lot of truth in this. Almost hard to read because it is so close to home. Any parent can identify, even if their kid never threatened to leave. And you really took the words and did something very different with them. Thanks for this!


      • KathleenMK says:

        Chet ~ Thank you for taking the time to read it. I was surprised where the word list took me on this one. I was hoping for not sticking to stereotypical use of the words and I think I was, at the end of the day, surprised too.

        I am glad, in a way, it struck a cord with other parents.

        ‘Til next time,


  3. Chet says:

    I was young then and believed I was on a quest. Daddy said that while I had the vigor of youth, I must use it to bestow the gifts of emancipation on somebody. Or something. The target moved around a lot. Refugees. Coral reefs. Particulate levels in the air over Cleveland. Some species of miniscule minnow that only survived in a river in Minnesota. The victims didn’t matter; it was the righteousness of the cause that energized me.

    I was sold a simple equation: (a) identify specific injustice; (b) start movement named for said particular wrong (“More Minnows in Minnesota!”), (c) organize massive non-violent demonstration, (d) puff up with pride as scales drop from eyes of elected legislators and they scurried off to the halls of wherever to set things right, (e) repeat.

    I did a lot of peaceable rallying and mustering in those days, had truckfulls of scorn heaped on my head, and went through a lot of shoes. When I turned thirty, I noticed that my feet hurt, I couldn’t keep the extra pounds off like I used to, the minnows were extinct, and everybody I’d organized had become assistant vice presidents and now argued passionately about how their employer was actually in the business of making the world a better place. Obscene profits were just a virtious side-effect. And I found it got harder and harder to argue that they were wrong.

    “Money buys a lot of prejudice,” daddy said when I asked him what went wrong. And I do love the man but I wish he’d explained that to me about twenty years earlier.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Chet ~ Bravo.
      What a great read this is. I began chuckling at the light hearted kid’s eyes I was seeing this through. And I really liked the ending. A reality check of a child grown up.

      Write On,


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