Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge # 548

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. Flabbergasted
      2. Discombobulated
      3. Tramway
      4. Sack
      5. Ocean liner
      6. Hiatus
      7. Binoculars
      8. Carry-on
      9. Cruise
      10. Jet

8 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge # 548”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    You are standing in a road. A sack lies empty before your feet. As the ringing in your ears subsides and your dizziness dwindles to a mild case of discombobulated déjà vu, you vow to forego the teleporter on your next hiatus. Luckily, the road you are standing in appears to be deserted. Except for the sack. You squat down to retrieve it.

    The road runs toward the sun, which quickly sinks below snow-capped mountains. So, east-west. You reach for your trusty binoculars, only to find that your neck is unadorned. In fact, your wallet, carry-on and cell phone are absent, as well. This must be the Cavern Module, then. You turn your back on the sunset and head east.

    Since the sack is empty, the troll must have gotten away with your treasure. Again. You decide right then and there to avoid the Jet Black Forest. However, you’ll have to quest for the tramway fare. You amble along, waiting for some random NPC to accost you.

    As you reach the edge of the Jet Black Forest, you become flabbergasted by the lack of interaction. Your rational brain thinks there’s a bug in patch 2018 R44, while your adventuresome brain wonders if you are destined to face the troll, after all. The last light of the sun fades to purple.

    You have come to a decision point. To enter the forest without a flashlight, you would have to be either suicidal or gifted with eidetic recall of the twists and turns. Since you wrote the damned thing, you choose to march into the darkness.


    You are standing in a road. A sack lies empty before your feet. Your ears hurt and you nearly vomit from the waves of nausea enveloping your being. You wonder why you keep taking the teleporter. You spy the snow-capped mountains. Perhaps the setting sun is a beacon. You trudge west, no plan in mind, other than to avoid that cursed Jet Black Forest.

    After about a mile of tramping through the dirt, you hear hurried footsteps behind you. You spin around to see a filthy urchin holding the empty sack. The NPC reaches you and breathlessly announces:

    “You forgot this, Brave Adventurer!”

    You thank the urchin, who seems to be waiting for something. You reach into your pocket and pull out a single gold coin. Wait! Where did that come from? You realize that you could have taken the tramway! With a resigned shrug, you give the coin to the urchin.

    Suddenly, a pair of binoculars appears in the urchin’s hand. He offers it to you. You accept, with humble thanks. The urchin runs away, saving you from having to tell him you couldn’t pay…

    In the waning light, you scan north and south with your new binoculars. Far to the south, you see the smokestacks of an ocean liner. To the north, a cluster of buildings beckon. Bah! You really do not want to admit defeat by returning to the cruise empty-handed.

    You make a mental note to debug patch 2018 R44, clutch your empty sack and turn resolutely toward the buildings.

  2. KathleenMK says:

    Mind-full Conversations – cont.

    “I am flabbergasted by the lack of comfort brought by the silence. I so remember how I loved it. But now… not so much,” she said as the silence threatened to engulf her.

    “Why don’t you just take a hiatus from your self loathing mum? Why don’t pack your binoculars in your carry-on, take a tramway to an ocean liner?” She heard his voice, his familiar, comforting voice. But she was the only one. The dogs did not even take note.

    Oh Lovie, this is not self loathing, she thought. I am just feeling a bit discombobulated as all around me is disconnected from … before. It happens when my mind cruises to you and all the two of you went through. Then my mind jets itself back … back to you. And then the “not” of it all. You not being here to love on. That’s all. Sometimes my mind packs a sack lunch to the wonderful memories of you.

    “That is good mum.”

    Yes, yes it is son. Like last week (there was a cheer, even she could hear, in her internal voice). When I saw a photo of you and I did not cry. I wondered if I was numb, but alas, I realized it just seemed so real. Like the photo was taken yesterday. Like it was all a lie. That you were not dead.

    She sighed audibly.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Hi Kathleen,

      You took those words in a heartfelt direction. Especially this part:

      Then my mind jets itself back … back to you. And then the “not” of it all. You not being here to love on.

      Write On,


      • KathleenMK says:

        Mitch ~ Thank you.
        As I re-read what I wrote, just now, I like it. It expresses the me only some get to see/read.

        I see a few small edits, but I look forward to including this in my Mind-full Conversations collection.

        Thanks for the encouragement too. I know I have been silent for too long. I put too much on my plate that was not working out. I eliminated one of those distractions and my brain wanted to work on the words. It’s only been two weeks since I did away with that which seemed to be getting in my creative way and wha lah … the writer returned.

        I am so glad to see her, me, again.

        I am off to writing, and reading.

        Lots of Clapping Here!


  3. Chet says:

    Dear Guiness Book of World Records scorekeepers,

    We are in receipt of your email of the 4th and we herein respond to state that we are disappointed – no, make that disgusted – no again, make that shocked and flabbergasted – to learn that you will not be recognizing our record for the most modes of transportation used in circumnavigating the globe with only a single canvas sack and a pair of Zeiss 10X42 Victory binoculars for carry-on luggage. (And yes, we are aware that Zamersky and Donavan performed a similar feat two years before. However we respectfully remind you that (a) they traveled with a complete set of Briggs & Riley Travel Trio luggage, (b)they made copious use of a home-based trip advisor, and (c) they took a prolonged hiatus on Bora Bora to, in their own words, “sooth their shattered nerves!” We, on the other hand, pressed our adventure all the way through to its conclusion with just two changes of underwear and four changes of socks each and were not in the least discombulated by the experience. Zamersky and Donavan took a luxury cruise; we took an adventure!)

    We will spare you a repeat of the complete inventory of the means of transportation employed that we submitted along with the copious paperwork you require. But we will remind you that our journey included bicycle (numerous Asian locales, Amsterdam of course and also the NYC Citi Bikes that took us from our apartment in Bensonhurst to pier 57), ocean liner, tramp steamer, tramway (Swiss Alps, Urals, Chilean Andes, and of course the U.S. Rockies), foot/hoof (ours of course plus four different varities of domesticated beasts of burden), train (both local and cross-continental), and one – yes, just one – commercial jet (Asiana Air from Sydney to San Francisco and yes again, First Class, because by that point we had damned well earned it plus our fellow passengers needed a buffer zone between our personal space and theirs.)

    To say that we “merely” traveled around the planet is like saying that Elvis “merely” sang.

    We sincerely hope that you will reconsider your unfortunate decision and acknowledge our achievement. We have a sack that we will be happy to drop off at your offices should you require further concrete evidence. You may wish to stock up on industrial-strength Febreeze before we show up.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Chet, the sack ranks right up there with the hitchhiker’s towel. Well done!



    • KathleenMK says:

      Chet ~ What an enjoyable read. By the time I got to the end of the first paragraph… I was satisfied you had transported me to many parts of their trek, then I scrolled down and found more story. What a great treat. I love the cheekiness read in this.

      Write On, please!


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