Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #564

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. Repatriated
  2. Serving
  3. Warrant
  4. Residence
  5. Possession
  6. Non-security
  7. Acquired
  8. Wrist-watch
  9. Wear
  10. On-going

37 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #564”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    My wife refused to believe my story. I’ll admit, my on-going love affair with concocting tall tales off the cuff would warrant suspicion from even the most trusting turnip truck tumbler. But, I swear on a stack of Martha Stewart cookbooks, I am telling the truth about how I came into possession of this fine wrist-watch.

    To begin, I was part of Serena Williams’ entourage, tasked with handling all of her non-security issues, such as that parking ticket on Rodeo Drive and the overdue fur rental. Last month, a good friend of hers faced being repatriated to the dangerous country of X. Serena’s lawyers advised her to mind her own business so, of course, she turned to me for help. I acquired a set of false identification papers for this friend, who is now living happily and anonymously in Idaho.

    To celebrate, Serena hosted a private party at her Florida residence, during which she played against me in a casual game. She proceeded to wear me down with a volley of aces. We were at 5-0. In the sixth set, as she was serving at match point, her ace met my face. She was horrified. After I assured her that I was fine, we all returned to the party and had a great time.

    When we left, Serena gave each of us a gift bag. In mine was this here Christophe Claret DualTow Night Eagle.

  2. Kimberly L Murphy says:

    Due to just plain sloppiness on our part, our RESIDENCE located near the Texas border, was now under surveillance for a REPATRIATED civilian. Our business was a small town cafe bringing in all of the riff raff and everyone knew everyone on a first name basis.

    I nervously fiddled with my WRIST-WATCH as our home was one of the few with a security sign in the yard but lacking the actual system inside. Arlo and Ring do the trick although some will argue it is truly NON-SECURITY footage when we are watching as a person walks away losing the face due to the slow internet provider.

    The wrist-watch was ACQUIRED as a perk of the business. People come and go and don’t remember taking off their POSSESSIONs to wash their hands leaving them behind and never returning to this little town.

    The border patrol was out attempting WARRANT SERVING when a nosy neighbor suspected
    something off. Here we go again. This had become a weekly thing. It was really starting to WEAR on all of us. Perhaps it is time to make the investment in a real security system and be done with this.

    The heightened fears due to so much social media drama caused our household do ban it from our smartphones and it really left us in the dark at times. I asked myself on numerous occasions, how did we ever live without it? Rhetorical of course.

    We and the officials knew that anyone they were looking for had already been gone for a few days by the time any warrants were ready to be served. Small town – news travels fast and they moved faster!

    Regardless of this ON-GOING craziness, we won’t ever leave this RESIDENCE, cafe or this town.

    K. L. Murphy

    • KathleenMK says:

      Hello and welcome to the fold Miss Kimberly!

      What a cleaver weaving of the words you have done here. I like the story. I found myself chuckling by the end of your second paragraph! … Darn slow Internet.

      Write On, Please!

      Kathleen

    • Anklebuster says:

      Kimberly, I enjoyed this account! My favorite line was “We and the officials knew that anyone they were looking for had already been gone for a few days by the time any warrants were ready to be served. Small town – news travels fast and they moved faster!”

      Cheers,

      Mitch

    • @Kimberly, welcome to the CCC. I loved your first submission. How did you feel about the challenge and the prompt concept? I believe it taps into a creative place that nothing else unlocks.

      Write on!
      Shane

      • Kimberly L Murphy says:

        Thank you! I really enjoyed the challenge. It gave me the “bug” to write again. This time instead of a notebook and pen it’s on a laptop. What a challenge. You hit the wrong key and you lose everything. I’ll get this. Perhaps more challenges will help 😉 I totally agree with unlocking my creative mind.

    • Chet says:

      K.L. – “news travels fast and they moved faster!” Nice detail to paint a small town. Lovely.

  3. Wearing a wrist-watch today is like an on-going, dated, time-traveling repatriation of acquired possessions, like being a non-security guard serving search warrants to empty residences. In other words, who needs watches when we’ve got cell phones.

  4. Danielle says:

    I was SERVING food at the RESIDENCE cafe, when I heard an ON-GOING noise.I checked the WRIST WATCH I wear every day, my prized POSSESSION that I ACQUIRED from my old job, a NON-SECURITY guard, and saw that it was 10:00. It was a Tuesday. The first Tuesday of the month. The Mayor has a WARRANT to check the tornado sirens.
    “What would happen if there were a real tornado at this time,” I wonder, as I pack up the defective plates to be REPATRIATED.

    My name is Danielle, and I am under 13. I will not say my exact age. I love to write and am working on 2 books currently.

    • Chet says:

      Danielle, nicely done. I love the idea of the mayor testing tornado sirens. Now – A.M. or P.M.? Is he annoying the people who sleep late or the ones who go to bed early?

    • KathleenMK says:

      Danielle ~~ I love that you are writing, not one but two manuscripts! Way to go. I am glad I am not the only one. LOL

      I love your first entry. I am looking forward to reading more and more from you.

      Welcome to the fold.

      Write On,

      Kathleen

  5. Danielle says:

    ps. forgot to capitalize wear

  6. KathleenMK says:

    Dillon had an on-going desire to acquire the ability of serving his bride of 10 years breakfast in bed on their anniversary, but he lacked the possession of a residence after the fire. He acquired a wrist-watch for his bride.

    I hope she likes it, although it pales in comparison to what she used to wear.
    He took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in his throat as he walked up to his bride.

    “I know we have been repatriated from out love nest my dear …” he said softly, knowing their home burnt to the ground. “But that does not warrant us not celebrating the day we wed.” He said as he held out his hands presenting his love a gilded box.
    She looked up, tears in her eyes.

    “Don’t worry, this was purchased with a non-security deposit agreement, but if you don’t like it I will take it back and get you something you like.”

  7. Chet says:

    The Uncle Ned Stories – # 3

    This wrist-watch I wear? Yes, it belonged to my Uncle Ned. The Breguet he brought back from the war. Expensive? I suppose so. I acquired it after he passed away. Which is to say, he left it to me in his will… a matter of public record. Which is to say, no. No matter what you have heard from… other family members… no; I did not strip the watch from my dear uncle’s cold dead wrist as he lay on his death bed when the nurse summoned me at… midnight! Dear God sir. I was trying to save the poor man.

    May I assume you are serving a warrant? Of course. Be my guest. The house is yours. I have nothing to hide. I only ask that you don’t… ‘toss it.’ Is that the proper phrase? I so hate it when people are careless with other’s professional terminology.

    How did he die? In his sleep. Age 87. Of a stroke in my opinion. Though I did not confirm that through autopsy. Medical ethics, you see, do not allow one to perform such a procedure on a near relative. Even at the urging of the… next of kin. Yes, yes; that would be mother. ‘Mam’s’ we all called her. I tried to explain that it would be… unsuitable… but she was not someone easily satisfied. The county coronor, as I am sure you know, also saw nothing to suggest foul play and declined to investigate further. May I repeat, with emphasis: “nothing to suggest foul play.” And “declined.” Mam’s morbid convictions and my sister’s self-possession can make them very persuasive, I know. May I commend to you instead the considered judgement of the authorities involved.

    Ah. The dog. Yes. He was my sister’s. He couldn’t go when she was repatriated to the residence where she has, for many years, received on-going treatment for her… disturbed?… view of the world? So now this is his home. I call him my “non-security” system. He won’t be a problem. Let me introduce you. Van Helsing? Come here. Good boy, good Van Helsing. Say hello to Detective Cougar.


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