Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #571

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. Participant
2. Languish
3. Resurrection
4. Rebirth
5. Inmate
6. Substance
7. Walk
8. Path
9. Understanding
10. Blessing

8 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #571”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    Nancy Drew? Here in Wentworth? What a blessing! She’s the key to my resurrection as the Queen of Snarky Psychiatry. What? Oh, come on! It means “rebirth”! Gee, you’re dumb.

    Hmmm, I must conspire to cross her path. Mustn’t let another inmate get to her first. Keep an eye out, in case she happens to walk by. Now, who is going to be my flunky?

    I bet I can get Angelica as a willing participant. She and I have an understanding, see? I mean, I like you, Annie, but your creepy stare would scare Nancy into substance abuse. What? Don’t look at me like that. I know you let my boy Dondi languish on The Strip. Heard you snatched his eyes out and tried to put them in your dog.

    Can we get back to me? I need you to go holler at Angelica. Just tell her, “The Doctor is in.”

  2. stormwriter2 says:

    As we WALKed along the stony little PATH together, I noticed George surreptitiously glancing at me, quickly looking away each time my eyes sought his.
    “What?” I finally asked, slightly vexed.
    “I don’t know exactly,” he admitted.
    “In that case,” I said somewhat peevishly, “approximate.”
    We both laughed, but he turned suddenly earnest. In response, I arranged my features into what I hoped was a neutral expression.
    “Darling,” he began.
    I groaned.
    “My dearest friend,” he amended, looking earnestly into my face. Apparently there was enough UNDERSTANDING there to allow him to continue.
    “Won’t you please join me on my upcoming research trip?” Not waiting for the answer he knew by experience to be forthcoming, he plowed ahead. “Won’t you enter into a relationship with me that allows you to be a full PARTICIPANT in my research and my findings, both in spirit and in SUBSTANCE? Say you’ll prevent my research from LANGUISHing any further, for you know that if my love is unrequited, my research will stop, not from spite but from sheer depression.”
    He was both earnest and playful as he sought my hand in the most effectual way he knew how: by shamelessly exploiting my most ardent and sincere love of his research. I knew how important his work was to the world, whether the world recognized it or not. To withhold that BLESSING from an ignorant planet, the most enlightened INMATE of which had at this point in time no inkling of what lay ahead through my dear George’s brilliance, would be a grave sin.
    “You don’t play fair, do you George.” It was not a question. He didn’t. But that didn’t make it any less effective. Or endearing. If I allowed the REBIRTH of his hopes, the RESURRECTION of my love for him, maybe I could marry him, save his brilliant focus for his work and preserve happiness for myself.
    “I’m seriously considering it,” I whispered.
    He took my hand and we continued down the path together.

  3. stormwriter2 says:

    Thanks! You never know what’s gonna come out when just trying to incorporate those selected words LOL

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