Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #568

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. American
  2. Born
  3. Requirement
  4. Assassination
  5. Wigs
  6. Vote
  7. Inspiration
  8. Fellow-man
  9. Honor
  10. Centuries

9 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #568”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Centuries before the American experiment came to pass, its inspiration was born in a battle that took place in the Kingdom of Mercia. You won’t find this battle listed in the chronicles of the Heptarchy, for it was a contest between Wigstan, Son of Wigmund and Beorhtwulf, The Usurper.

    The cousins had had a falling out over the requirement that Wigstan become King after the death of his father, Wigmund. “Wigs”, who had preferred a life of religion, refused. When Beorhtwulf asked for permission to marry Wigmund’s widow, Queen Æfflæd, Wigstan refused that, too. With no sense of honor, Beorhtwulf sanctioned the assassination of his cousin.

    Certainly, no one can claim that democracy sprang full-grown from a Zeusian father; however, scholars, scribes and gossips alike kept the stories alive long enough for the concepts of rule by the people to coalesce into a viable alternative to divine right. Of course, the experiment was flawed from the beginning, as the descendants of The Usurper disregarded the rights of so many humans, as they blazed across the Atlantic to tame a wild frontier.

    Today, the experiment teeters on the brink. Many are excluded from the definition of fellow-man; many more are denied the right to vote; still more are threatened with forcible repatriation–each simply because of narrow-minded perceptions of differences.

    • KathleenMK says:

      Mitch ~~ Bravo!
      At the beginning and first mention of the Usurper … well, I loved the story already. I love the story. I can see this being a wonderful jumping off point. The last paragraph is spot on — narrow-minded perceptions of differences. spot on.

      Write On, please!

      Kathleen

  2. danielle2oo7 says:

    You have to be BORN AMERICAN to become a president. There are many other REQUIREMENTS, especially when you are going to hold such a high position of HONOR. You VOTE for the president that INSPIRES you. It has been that way for CENTURIES. You and your FELLOW-MEN vote. Presidents from the past are often pictured with WIGS, to hide their greasy hair. Not all people like the president, and some even want to kill them. This was the case of the ASSASSINATION of Abraham Lincoln. We leaned from the past and now the president is safely guarded. Presidency has evolved and grown for the better.

  3. danielle2oo7 says:

    Now here is the next part of The Drawings!

    The rest of the day went by at a crawling pace. After Art, I had Math. The Dumbes weren’t in Math with me. Then I had lunch. As I went to the cafeteria, I caught a mysterious girl staring at me for a little too long.
    “Her.” I thought, “I bet she’s the one who drew the drawing. I should ask her why.”
    When I looked to see where she was, I couldn’t find her. She had disappeared. I walked up to the cafeteria doors, and just as I opened them, Dumb and Dofus barreled through, knocking me backwards. I lost my balance, and fell.
    I got up, just in time to see them turn the corner.
    “Geeze, what was their rush?” I wondered.
    The slow day continued. Social Studies, then Literature, and finally our homeroom. Everything was silent, everyone busy working on homework.
    Then the bell rang. Everyone rushed out. I knew what was coming next, and went over everything I could do to brace myself for the teasing I saw coming.
    “Hey loser!” Dofus called from across the hall.
    I stared forward and kept walking, acting like I hadn’t heard. That only made them try harder.
    They walked up to me, and dofus shoved me against a locker. He signaled to the dumbes, and they ripped off my backpack and rummaged through it, throwing everything into the hall. They saw my expression, full of fear and pain, and started to back away, unsure what I would do. They couldn’t get in trouble again. I could have called for help, but being the shy girl I was, I just gathered my things and walked away.
    “I’m going to miss the bus!” I realized, as I sped down the halls.
    I was so focused on getting to the bus that I didn’t realize that there was something red dripping from my backpack, or that something in it was moving. I reached the bus just as it was about to leave. The driver game me “the look” she gives kids when they get on just in time, the look that says, “You got lucky this time, but don’t try it again.”
    As I walked down the aisle, a few kids stopped and looked at me, clearly seeing something strange. That’s when I noticed the wet, red liquid dripping from the front pocket of my backpack.
    “Blood!” I thought, knowing it couldn’t be.
    When I got home, I took everything out of my bag, searching for the source of the blood-like liquid. Then I saw it. The drawing had moved. I was sure it had been standing straight, but now it was hunched over slightly, it’s spiked arms
    were dripping more blood.


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