Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #552

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. Cattywampus
      2. Skedaddle
      3. Pupmpernickel
      4. Cider
      5. Harvest
      6. Farrow
      7. Chaff
      8. Labyrinth
      9. Fearlessness
      10. Sustained

13 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #552”

  1. stormwriter2 says:

    “Can we go now?” called Jenny, tapping her foot. “I don’t wanna miss anything!”
    “It’s the HARVEST Festival, you doofus,” said Ron, waiting with her at the foot of the stairs. “They’re set up for hundreds of people. They’re not gonna run out of apple CIDER or kettle corn.”
    Jenny rolled her eyes. “I know that, Ron.”
    Their father was coming down the stairs. “No arguing, kids,” he ordered. “We’re gonna have fun if it kills us. Now SKEDADDLE! I’ll meet you at the car.”
    He turned toward the kitchen. “Need help, Alice?” he called.
    His wife emerged from the kitchen carrying a platter of homemade PUMPERNICKEL bread.
    “Nope,” she said, cheerfully. “I’m all ready to go. Where are the kids?”
    “The FARROW is by the car,” he said, with a sidelong glance at her.
    “Farrow? As in a litter of piglets?” She was indignant.
    “Would you prefer polliwogs, calves, or kids?” he deadpanned.
    “Frogs, cows and goats all seem more dignified to me than hawgs,” she huffed.
    “Well, then…”
    She cut him off. “I’m not in the mood for this George,” she informed him. “I advise you to shut that smart mouth of yours before I wallop the CHAFF out of you.”
    He grinned.
    “Take this platter,” she said. “Before it ends up all CATTYWAMPUS.”
    He relieved her of the platter as she locked the front door. Together they approached the driveway. George pointed the key fob at the car and at the resultant chirrup, the kids opened the back doors and scrambled to their seats, still arguing about the festival.
    “I’m not afraid of anything!” Jenny was stoutly declaring.
    “Good,” said Ron. “Because the LABYRINTH takes the kind of FEARLESSNESS not usually found in little girls like you.” He sneered the word “girls” to turn it into an insult.
    Alice turned sharply to her children. “If ya’ll cain’t be nice to each other, then we will have SUSTAINED silence on the way there. Understood?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” chorused Jenny and Ron.
    “Great,” said their father, easing the car out of the driveway. “Let’s go and have a great time.”

    • KathleenMK says:

      Tanya ~
      Well done. You quickly brought me into the family “fun” of holiday scaring. You’ve developed believable characters. Can’t wait to read more.

      Write On,


      • stormwriter2 says:

        Thanks, Kathleen!
        I’m having fun with this whole concept of incorporating these random words into a story.
        It’s surprising what flows out.

        • KathleenMK says:

          Tanya ~
          I am glad you are. It is a concept that Shane, our fearless leader of years ago, and a ghost here and there, welcomed many of us to many years ago, hence why I call it an addiction.

          Welcome to the fold.

          Write On,


    • Anklebuster says:

      Hi Tanya!

      That was a fun story! My one regret is never having taken the kids into a corn maze. We’re right here in Virginia, too. Sigh. But your story offered a vicarious anticipation. 🙂

      (Kids are grown now…maybe they’ll have kids some day and take them to fun country festivals.)



      p.s. I’m glad you are enjoying our “healthy” addiction!

  2. Anklebuster says:

    The world was coming to an end. In desperation, Oprah Winfrey brought together a well-known mentalist and a popular seer. Oprah asked the pair to share their visions of what was coming. The seer made a radical offer to be hypnotized, that the mentalist might harvest a more compelling preview.

    Sustained by an illogical fearlessness, the hypnotist entered the mind of the clairvoyant. What happened next can only be described as a messy romp through twisted neurons via subjugated synapses. Or, as put by a farmer who witnessed the spectacle, “like watching the farrow skedaddle cattywampus across my cornfield.”

    The hypnotist began by painting a picture of deep relaxation. The clairvoyant, a susceptible subject, easily succumbed to the suggestions. Once she was under, the hypnotist laid down a labyrinth of mental chaff–irrelevant images designed to mask the sixth sense:

    “Pedal pushers parked, shoes by the seaside.”
    “Pummeled pumpernickel, slices sour as cider.
    “Polka patterns, silly songs.”
    “Powdered plosives, sweet sibilants.”

    The clairvoyant began to rant about the Apocalypse.

  3. stormwriter2 says:

    I love the P-alliterations… And I like how the 3 most difficult-to-place words (at least for me) are all in the mouth of a hillbilly farmer… good job!

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