Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #573
Posted: April 2, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized 9 CommentsThis 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.
- Bowie
- Roses
- Thorns
- Food
- Meal
- Encourage
- Cross
- Roman
- Promise
- Crimes
Writing Prompts - Creative Copy Challenge 
Dear Lyricist
In response to your question, “I feel like writing songs but what should I write them about?” I submit that the possibilities are as varied and endless as humanity itself.
Consider that David BOWIE sang New Angels of PROMISE.
Brett Michaels sang that all ROSES have THORNS (or something like that).
The Wiggles sang songs to ENCOURAGE kids to eat MEALS consisting of healthy FOOD.
And of course, Christian singers sing of One, innocent of all CRIMES who was nailed to an ancient ROMAN CROSS.
So, go wild! Write about anything, everything, even nothing!
Yep! Same goes for writers! 🙂
Cheers,
Mitch
Tayna ~ I am lovin’ how you made, or found, all of these song names/lyrics etc. in the list!
This is making me smile! Bravo. Not where I thought the list would lead anyone.
Write On!
Kathleen
You just never know what you’ll get…
**crimes who was nailed
fixed it. 🙂
Vincent made a promise to his mama, right before she hopped on the Greyhound Bus and disappeared forever.
“Mama,” he said, as he tugged on her fat arm. “I’m gonna get me a tattoo to honor you.”
He thought he saw her eyes well up, but then she shook off his tiny hand, boarded the bus and was gone. Papa didn’t even hug her, but Vincent had supposed his father was just too mean to encourage public displays of affection. He had no problem displaying his hand upside the back of Vincent’s head as he growled at him to get into the car.
Their first meal without his mama was a cross between a buffet at Bob’s Big Boy and campfire chow. Vincent had to cook but, every time he started a recipe, his father would yell, “I ain’t eatin’ that mess!” Vincent would put the dishes aside and start something else. They wound up with pancakes, beans, baked potatoes, fried potatoes, grits, scrambled eggs, fish sticks and coffee. Vincent used up all the food in the house that night.
Mama left on a hot summer day, which meant that Vincent became responsible for their garden. He would take his father’s Bowie knife outside to hack weeds, prune the roses and dig up crabgrass. He always had scratches from the thorns. Of course, he made sure to clean the dirt and blood from the knife. He didn’t want to be charged with any crimes–or, worse, get yelled at by Papa.
In the fall, when school started up, Vincent asked his father to drive him. His father nearly choked.
“Boy, it’s only ten miles. You best get up early. Walking is good for you!”
Vincent tried to walk to school. He got lost. That’s how he managed to wind up on Roman Rd, twelve miles from his home in Moscow, Virginia. A nice police officer took him home. In the car, Vincent babbled excitedly about the officer’s bulging bicep, upon which was emblazoned a lovely tattoo of a heart.
“You spelled Mamma wrong. Did it hurt? I am going to get one just like that!”
I want to scoop up Vincent and take him home
Yay! It worked. I loved writing this segment!
Cheers,
Mitch