Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #576

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.  Stress
  2.  Addict
  3.  Karma
  4.  Grave
  5.  Game
  6.  Welcome
  7.  Goal
  8.  Stick
  9.  Story
  10.  Teller

9 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #576”

  1. stormwriter2 says:

    On the first of the month please come and participate in (or watch) our monthly hot topic of debate.
    Do you believe in KARMA? I’m undecided. Sometimes I wish it were real, and sometimes I fervently hope that it’s not. If karma were real, then sadists would have to suffer as they’ve caused others to suffer, bruise for bruise and insult for insult. Killers who die humanely of lethal injection would instead suffer the rape, trauma and torture they inflicted on their victims.
    But how could a progressive and modern society confer such violent ends on its deviants? Imagine the STRESS this would cause executioners required to brutalize brutes in equal proportion to their proven brutality.
    Justice is a GRAVE matter requiring serious and forward thinking. It’s not a GAME. An argument that should STICK in the mind of any opponent of humane execution is that violence frequently begets more violence. Some people become violence ADDICTs, junkies in search of more and more ways to inflict cruelty. Always bloodthirsty, never sated.
    Perhaps a healthier GOAL is to write a STORY of justice, mercy and forgiveness.
    We WELCOME all serious debaters to come, make your arguments, and become the TELLERs of our collective story.

    • Anklebuster says:

      This is a reasonable goal, especially since we hear that revenge never feels as good as it is presumed to be.



      • KathleenMK says:

        Miss Tanya — Many a thoughts circle within my head. I do understand, you bring up so many good points. Thanks for taking that list to a place not expected.

        Write On,


  2. Anklebuster says:

    Franklin was a teller with a story. For listeners, the account was a fascinating slice of fresh hell; but, to him, it showed the goal of karma in his narrow escape from the grave. He nearly always began with, “That reminds me of the time, when…”

    …I was working at Third National Bank. A pretty young woman came up to my cage. I smiled and greeted her, “Welcome to Third National. How may I help you today?”

    “You can fill this pocketbook with twenties.”

    I laughed. “Sure, I just need to see some identification and your bank book, ma’am.”

    “I’m not joking, motherf–!” She pulled out an impossibly long shotgun from her skirt and tried to stick it through the well where I pass cash and coins. Instinctively, my hands shot up and I backed away from the menacing weapon.

    “Get over here! Empty your drawers!” She held up a ratty old pocketbook with her free hand.

    I couldn’t help it. I gawped, “Whoa, ha-ha! How did you know I just soiled myself?”

    “You think this is a game?” Her hand jerked.

    I heard a loud boom and, next thing I know, I’m in the hospital, apparently with half my face blown off. I spent weeks in Mercy General, through 15 surgeries and rehabilitation. I became a morphine addict and suffered post-traumatic stress syndrome.

    Back then, it was called shell-shock. The owner of the bank, Malcolm Third, offered to pay for my treatments. I was grateful. The lobotomy was scheduled and, the day before the procedure, my wife came to visit. She had the most wonderful news:

    “Honey, they caught that bank robber! She tried to rob a gas station and the owner shot her in the face.”

    “Well, dear, cancel my surgery and pass me the liquor. I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.”

  3. KathleenMK says:

    Sam was an admitted STRESS ADDICT. And today’s GOAL was to WELCOME the STORY TELLER to the GRAVE of man some said KARMA had already dealt a hand to.

    “What would you like to know,” the historian said to Sam.

    “Did he really die playing a GAME of STICK ball?”

    “That is what urban legend says.”

    “Yes. Yes I do know that. But is it true?”

    “Well …”

    “But how? How could someone die from playing a child’s game?”

    Like magic a STICK, some may call a club, appeared in the hands of the historian and he hit Sam in the head like he was his time at bat.

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