Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #559

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. Fugitive Dust
  2. Promulgated
  3. Supplanted
  4. Sanctimonious
  5. Tepid
  6. Dreadful
  7. Convert
  8. Prevailed
  9. Inclined
  10. Hover Craft

16 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #559”

  1. The inmate’s mother was a sanctimonious hover craft.

    A bitch inclined to supplanting good days with dreadful ones.

    Beatings prevailed. Screams promulgated the neighborhood back in those terrible early years.

    She transformed her tepid offspring, converting him into the soulless fugitive dust of a once innocent boy.

  2. Chet says:

    Once in life, I was inclined to be sanctimonious, but now, in my old age, an elder in this community, I have become a convert to humility. My urgent appetite for honors, for things of beauty named after me, is supplanted by the dreadful awareness of the nearness of death, yes, that and and the realization that, if I have prevailed in my undertaking, it has due far more to dilligence, doggedness, and dumb luck than to any innate quality of my soul.

    I bred orchids then. I filled greenhouses with every exotic species I could obtain – the Dendrobiums, the Odontoglossums, the Zygopetalums, the Psychopsis – and I cross bred them, mixing and matching colors and qualities to produce new, neverbefore seen specimens that I could name. I lingered over each bench, each bloom like a hover craft, miniscule brush in hand, probing deep within each bloom’s throat for the fugitive dust of their pollen. I promulgated philosophies and spouted superlative after superlative to describe the beauty of new plant I produced. And if any met with tepid responses from my fellows, I flung them into the compost heap to become fodder for the next effort.

    Nothing could satisfy me but the next “Bobzonia Spectularis.”

    But I have long been supplanted from my place of distinction and I welcome the other hungry Bobs who rose to take my place. My spirit is quiet now and I wish them only the satisfaction of seeing living things grow and prosper under the care of their hands.

    • @Chet, that was outstanding!

      Tis beauty in the simplest of things in our world. Most do not notice them. I often wonder how many commuters see the sunset that they honk their way through.

      Write on!

      • Chet says:

        Thanks Shane. I love orchids and once talked with a breeder who showed me how she cross pollinated flowers and started the seeds. Incredibly detailed work. So when I looked at the list, it was “fugitive dust” that caught my eye. I pictured the work to collect the pollen and I was off and running.

    • Anklebuster says:

      I liked this one, Chet. One does not associate hubris with gardeners. Then again, (having already read your response to Shane) your protagonist is not a “gardener”, but a breeder!

      Getting into such a person’s head makes for fascinating reading.



  3. Anklebuster says:

    Joseph Henrico continued explaining the key workings of Butterfly One, as his friends sat around the table, practically enraptured. He was not inclined to be pedantic; however, his investment advice was not the usual tepid dishwater served up to sanctimonious, blue-rinse grandmas and dreadful pension fund managers. These seven people at the table would not be easy to convert.

    “Our quants recently identified one back-tracing opportunity in the Hong Kong market. A European holding company was fined several million dollars for violating an arcane regulation promulgated by the Securities and Futures Commission of Hong Kong. Butterfly One analyzed billions of transactions associated with every entity owned by the holding company. As patterns go, these transactions were apparently random.

    “However, when the quants restricted the computer to monitoring only short sales, a beautiful pattern emerged. The insider information correlated exactly to court filings regarding lawsuits over something called fugitive dust. Briefly, fugitive dust is particles of earth driven into the atmosphere by such activity as helicopter blades or dynamite blasts.

    “Anyway, the European holding company had learned of an impending lawsuit against a Chinese mining company. The mining company was illegally strip-mining in an arid zone, thereby exacerbating the particulate matter being transferred into the atmosphere. The suit was brought on behalf of the local farmers, whose crops were destroyed by this dust.

    “The holding company shorted the mining stock ahead of the public announcement of the lawsuit. Naturally, they made a killing–”

    Laura Mays interrupted, “Now, hold on, Joe. I read about that case! The mining company prevailed in court. Surely, we couldn’t possibly replicate the holding company’s impressive gains? I mean, what law firm is even going to touch another mining outfit, after that ruling?”

    Joseph grinned evilly. “Ha! The court case results are irrelevant. Butterfly One looks for similar behavior across industries. We just filter out mining companies and see if the pattern repeats elsewhere. Indeed, the one the quants identified neatly supplanted the mining model in all ways except for the source of potential legal action. Instead of miners, we’re going to focus on the burgeoning hovercraft industry.”

    Laura sat back, satisfied. Joseph knew the others would not be far behind…

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