Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #580

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. Macabre
2. Randomly
3. Infamous
4. Eerie
5. Pose
6. Harrowing
7. Feast
8. Caretaker
9. Beheaded
10. Leap


9 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #580”

  1. stormwriter2 says:

    Have you heard the MACABRE story of the INFAMOUS outlaw, Ced the Head? He was once an ordinary serf on the rather EERIE grounds out near modern day Stonehenge. In those days, men were expected to prove their mettle by engaging in HARROWING feats of strength and cunning. On an old pagan FEAST day, All Hallows Eve, I think, Young Cedric as he was known then, suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of a young lordling, who had RANDOMLY showed up in time for the contests of manliness. Young Cedric, serf though he was, could not allow the thrashing to pass without retribution. So, he bided his time and waited until the Beltane feast the next spring, hoping the lordling would return. In this, he was not disappointed. But the young lord had changed greatly. He was no longer a youth and a stripling, but a mighty man of valor. Young Cedric knew that he was still a youth and could not hope to defeat the lord in a fair fight. So he hid on the thatched roof of his grandmother’s hovel, which was situated right along the main road to the feasting grounds. He took a giant LEAP from the roof, and BEHEADED the lord with his grandmother’s dull kitchen knife before the lord knew what peril was upon him, as he sat in a fine and regal POSE astride his war horse. And that day, Young Cedric became known as the outlaw CARETAKER Ced the Head, whom history has mostly forgotten.

  2. Anklebuster says:

    I don’t want to go shopping. I’m afraid someone will catch me…

    You remember that macabre tale about a beheaded horseman riding the escalators in this mall, after-hours? My cousin and I, we had to see for ourselves, didn’t we? Peter and I hid in the third floor bathroom connected to Macy’s, because the sign said, “Out of Order”. Somebody must have ignored the sign, judging by the foul odor behind door number one. Anyway, we waited for ten o’clock, then crept out into the darkened corridor that led back to the open floor.

    In the eerie dimness of the closed mall, everything looked menacing. A caretaker, way on the opposite side of the cavernous space, mopped and bopped to music only she could hear. Though she couldn’t see us, as she only had the lights on in her section, I still was ready to leap into my cousin’s arms if she made any sudden movements. Peter and I tiptoed toward the escalators. I bumped into a mannequin. Peter squeaked. I giggled.

    At the top of the escalators, we squatted down on our haunches to wait. Peter, imp that he was, reached over to press the green button that would activate the stairs. I went to slap his hand away but, just as I was about to make contact, a shrouded figure popped into view above the stair’s horizon! We fell back on our rear-ends. Oh, my god! It really was headless. I fainted.

    When I came to, the caretaker was standing over me, with that arms akimbo pose every kid fears. I started babbling randomly and abruptly stopped when I realized the Peter was nowhere near me. I stuttered, spluttered and finally blurted out, “Whatchu do with my cousin?”

    The caretaker gave me a harrowing grin and whispered, “I ate him. I’ma eat you, too!”

    I was not about to become a feast for some demented, dancing janitor. I pointed to the escalator and shouted, “You gotta eat the infamous headless horseman, first!”

    When she turned to follow my finger, I kicked her down the stairs. Peter jumped out from under a pile of ladies underwear and yelled, “Good one, Mitch! Let’s get out of here.”

    So, y’all go on and shop. I don’t want to run into anybody up in there.

  3. stormwriter2 says:

    Hahaha… that was fun

  4. Meg says:

    The headless beheaded horseman stumbled
    Down the eerie lane, wondering how this came to be.
    I was minding my own business.
    When my horse said enough of galloping randomly down harrowing lanes.
    My black steed post for final macabre jet mane flowing second.
    Go off and be infamous for riding me beyond death.
    Take your neck body and go to wood.
    ME, I am off in a hunted leap for a feast of oats.


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