Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #555

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. Placard
  2. Minor
  3. Miner
  4. System
  5. Conveying
  6. Flammable
  7. Boiling
  8. Flashpoint
  9. Melting
  10. Atmospheric
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6 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #555”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    “So, I was conveying the message to Jamison, who didn’t believe a word of it, that you would reboot the cloud storage after the squall had subsided. I may as well have worn a placard reading, ‘dumb-ass’, because I sure didn’t sound confident.”

    Bart waved off my excuses and removed the boiling teapot from the stove. He offered me a cup. I declined. I waited for him to speak.

    “George, I couldn’t care less what Jamison believes. The Atmospheric Storage System will be back online once the weather clears up. Our service level agreement gives us twenty-two more minutes before we are in default.”

    I squirmed in my chair. Should I tell him about the clerical error that changed the assumed SLA from 98.99% uptime to 99.99%? That minor detail meant that Jamison could cancel our contract as of about twelve minutes ago. I had already fired Heidi, but …

    “Oh, also, I’ve authorized the research team to accelerate the Volcanic Operating System trials. Another miner died, trying to install heat pipes in the lava. If the wires keep melting, those guys will never get close enough to complete the backbone.”

    I groaned. Project Flashpoint was a joke. The VOS was Bart’s answer to the Windows/Apple merger. However, the promise of an unhackable, remote operating system was heavily dependent upon the number of other placard-wearing suckers willing to risk life, limb and singed eyebrows to lay the infrastructure. I had to speak up.

    “Look, Bart. Between your A.S.S. and that flammable hole in the ground, your company is on the verge of insolvency. We can do nothing about the Applesoft stockpiling of sand, but we should consider China’s offer to repurpose the Guiyu electronic waste recycling facility.”

  2. Chet says:

    A minor still couldn’t work legally in those days although they could walk around with a placard advertising jobs. The best paying was being a miner but only the most desperate took those. The underground mines were little more than a system for conveying the living to hell and then bringing their bodies back. But while you were alive, at least you could afford decent food and a roof over your family.

    Trouble had been coming on for years, ever since the atmospheric crisis had been reached. Melting glaciers had dumped so much cold water into the oceans that the major ocean gyres had all but stopped circulating. The effects had been both predicted – the belt between the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn had become deserts; the tropical rainforests sudden rendered flammable had burned to the ground; famines and pandemics had wiped out over half the life on earth and the wealthiest had retreated to the walled cities they’d been preparing along the largest fresh water seas. There were unpredicted results as well, changes to things so given and routine that they spooked everyone: the boiling point of water had changed; the earth’s rotation had slowed so that the day was measurably longer, the north and south poles had moved hundreds of miles throwing the electronic systems into disarray.

    Revolution was, of course, a given. It was only a matter of time. But no one expected to the flashpoint to be a teenage miner’s wife, a child with little education, who seeing that little boy with the sign hanging over his shoulders, declared that she would not bring a child into this world and turned it into a rallying cry.

    • Anklebuster says:

      Chet, this dystopia has legs! I really liked this sentence:

      The underground mines were little more than a system for conveying the living to hell and then bringing their bodies back.

      I can imagine you carrying this forward into a longish story/novelette! I’m particularly intrigued by the unpredicted results.

      Cheers,

      Mitch


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