Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #579

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. Automated
2. Reentry
3. Management
4. Baseball
5. Bloom
6. Chick
7. Galoshes
8. Nightshade
9. Pasque Flower
10. Polliwog

13 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #579”

  1. stormwriter2 says:

    Date: 5/21/2019
    Subject: Harassment allegations
    From: George BLOOM
    Department: Outside Sales
    To: Jennifer NIGHTSHADE
    Department: Human Resources
    I got the memo on sexual harassment that went around the office today. I might have thought it was an AUTOMATED, general sort of memo except for the handwritten note on my copy that stated this all began because of a rumor that that MANAGEMENT CHICK, Fellatio (Felicia? unsure of the spelling) started about me. I know what she’s talking about, but there’s a misunderstanding. I want to clear it up and tell you my side of the story.
    First of all, I have to go back to last month when I got passed over for that promotion and Fellatio got it instead. We were in the REENTRY room, wet as a couple of POLLIWOGS. I was taking off my GALOSHES and she was standing there, looking hot. I congratulated her on beating me out of my promotion. It was a heartfelt sentiment, but she ignored me and was talking to this other chick about how the PASQUE FLOWERs are in bloom or some crap like that.
    I tried to let her know that her being my boss didn’t change anything about my feelings for her. If anything, she’s even hotter to me now. I invited her to my place for a game of BASEBALL. I remember I told her that I’d bring the bat and balls and she could bring the catcher’s mitt. I think I had an itch right then, so that crude gesture she was talking about was a legit itch that just came at an unfortunate moment. Anyway, how was I supposed to know she’d be so offended about baseball? I mean it’s the great American pastime. I think she’s overreacting a bit, don’t you?
    Anyway, I just wanted to give you my side of the story before the big inquisition this afternoon.
    PS: Don’t think I didn’t notice that you seem to have lost the top button on your blouse… Was that for my benefit? See you soon, wink, wink

  2. Anklebuster says:

    To the casual observer, Jacob Jr. was just a kid galumphing through puddles in his galoshes. But, I knew better. I had seen Jacob Jr. and his “family” snacking on the toxic blooms that had overtaken their fenced-in yard. Also, once a month, the elder Jacob took a baseball bat to a hapless chick, after which, the six of them would take turns slurping up blood and down.

    Puddle-jumping was the aliens’ way of communicating. I had no idea how that worked, although it seemed to be very effective. Within minutes, Rosie, Eden, Bobby and Emily had joined Jacob Jr. in the yard, where they huddled over a particularly large puddle. They joined hands and–suddenly–wriggling antennae sprouted from their heads like airborne polliwogs.

    The puddle began exploding with a wild profusion of nightshade and pasqueflower. The “kids” jumped into the center of this deadly flora and began gesticulating in an oddly mechanical, automated dance. The whole muddled mess fused into a stubby tree that looked just like an upside-down pineapple. Grey flowers, surrounded by purple and pink leaves, speckled the monstrosity.

    After about five minutes, Jacob Sr. came out, hacked open the plant and let his spawn out. I watched the reentry of Jacob Jr., Eden, Bobby, Emily, Rosie…and, what was this? A new blob, bright pink with purple stubs for limbs, crawled from the trunk. The other six licked it clean and swaddled it in a beach towel.

    That does it. I’m calling management. There are clearly too many folks in that house!

    • KathleenMK says:

      OOOhhhh Mitch !!!
      I am lovin’ “…galumphing through puddles in his galoshes…” Galumphing is not a word I knew, but I am lovin’ it.
      “…the six of them would take turns slurping up blood and down… — eeewwww
      anteni … “…like airborne polliwogs…
      Gesticulating – thanks for sending me to the dictionary. I really like this word!

      I am loving this story. So fun to read. Thank you!

      Write On,


  3. stormwriter2 says:

    Nice descriptions… I could picture all the strangeness 🙂

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