Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #536

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. Voraciously
  2. Filibustering
  3. Plutocracy
  4. Anarchy
  5. Barbarism
  6. Unscrupulous
  7. treason
  8. Hewing
  9. Overt acts
  10. Insurrection
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8 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #536”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    The Homeworld of Meegrath Hopplefingus had succumbed to barbarism within a mere two millennia. The intercepted spacepod had erupted one humanoid onto the planetary surface. Within a year, the humanoid had self-replicated 1,000 times. Meegrath had expected the spores to dissipate over a wide area; however, they had voraciously terraformed the debarkation site, set up pulsating domiciles and procreated to the tune of six billion spores!

    From the perspective of the little virii, things were progressing beautifully. They had carried the lessons of their homeworld in the huge supplemental silicon brains that had, miraculously, survived the crash-landing. Gone were the ingredients that fomented government extremists. Anarchy couldn’t take hold, without something to tear down. Plutocracy, the most likely such target for treason, needed a coveted source of wealth and overt acts of social irresponsibility in order to evolve.

    Earth II, a name suggested by John Smith MD, the parthenogenetic progenitor, could not possibly foster insurrection. Nor could it support unscrupulous behaviors that might lead to hoarding, classism and authoritarian rule. The genetically modified organisms were the result of hewing the atavistic brain-derived neurotrophic factor from existence.

    Without the BDNF gene in chromosome 14, humans had impaired long-term memories. Hence, they returned again and again to the spacepod’s brains for guidance.

    To Meegrath, this failure to self-prune was perceived as a weakness. The lowly life-forms would never transcend. Perhaps it was time to introduce an uplifting influence. But first, Meegrath altered the silicon brains to encourage filibustering in the next generation.

    • Mitch ~
      So… “Anarchy” was attempted in this new place, hummm. I read “hording, classism” and did not notice the comma and my brain saw ‘hording classism’ it read, the first time so interesting. It read well when I say the comma too.

      Very clever story Mitch. Bravo.

      Write On,
      Kathleen

      • Anklebuster says:

        Hi Kathleen,

        I had intended to convey the implausibility of Anarchy occurring on the new world, because its needed ingredients were unavailable.

        It’s funny how our eyes trick our brains to interpret phrases differently than the punctuation suggests. Eats, shoots and leaves.

        Cheers,

        Mitch

        • /chet says:

          I *love* “Eats, Shoots, and Leaves.” That book is a classic! And you are so right. Just a blink and you have another meaning entirely.

  2. Chet Ensign says:

    “There will be no insurrection aboard this ship,” Capt’n Blunder ‘owled at us, pacing back and forth on the sand and voraciously stuffing his blubbery maw with a sugar-dusted jellyroll. ‘At was in the way of a figure of speech a’course, us not really being on ‘er decks. “The Wild Rumpus” was stranded high ‘n dry a good two cables distant on the inner bar. We was crowded on the narrow bit ‘a strand between the forest and the tide line, swinging axes and ‘ammering wedges and hewing fresh-cut pines into rough planks. “I’ll have no overt acts of treason from you scum. You’ll put those strong backs into your work and smile while you’re doing it!”

    We understood ‘e was putting on a show for ‘is passengers a’course. Strutting about in front ‘a them and waving his smoking pistol over ‘is head. They was all upstanding members of the plutocracy, they was, and paid his highwayman’s toll for a tiny cabin below decks and two months ‘a suffering their way to a new start in the new world. They had to be satisfied that their capt’n there was doing all he could to salvage the situation.

    Then again, there was the corpse of poor Rodney to consider, lying out in the sand at the captain’s feet, his only crime a bit o’ filibustering to postpone the commencing of actual work, a dodge he’d employed many a time before with nothing more violent than a cuff upside the ear. But that had been while the “Rumpus” was still afloat and everyone was on best behavior and the genteels preferred their captain keep a civilized veneer over his barbarism. No one was feeling especially civil now ‘ere on this skinny strip o’ sand.

    It had been a terrible four days of decks awash and sails torn away and waves bigger than warehouses. Neptune’s purest anarchy it was and Blunder had proved that, whatever else the poor excuse for a man was, he was the devil’s own sailor to his core. It was him made the difference between lying up on bar, all our stores in tact right down to the sweet treats, and wasting away at the bottom of Davy Jones’ locker, all of us turned into stores for the fish. Still…

    “Remember, all of you, there’s two types of men in the world,” he summed up, licking the last tufts of sweetness from his thumb. “Those at has the guns and those at does the work. Ha ha,” he said, turning his back on us. “Clever what? Wickens, you should write that up in one of your stories. Quote me on it!” He turned and laughed to his audience again. I looks over at Quieg and Punky and they gives me that unscrupulous wink back and we glances again at poor Rodney and I knows we’re of a common mind about changing the capt’n’s math.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Chet, this was a hoot! I loved it! The implications of that wink was the best part of the story.

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • Chet ~ What a fun read. I “heard” the men’s speech style as I read. Bravo.
      What a great image you gave me with: keep a civilized veneer over his barbarism….
      And then there was this one… he was the devil’s own sailor to his core… very good description.

      Write On,

      Kathleen


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