Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #582

    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.     Spiteful
  2. Hapless
  3. Underground
  4. Villa
  5. Tranquility
  6. Façade
  7. Disapproving
  8. Passer-by
  9. Emanating
  10. Foundations

9 Comments on “Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #582”

  1. Tanja Cilia says:

    The aerial photo handed to me by the spiteful, disapproving ex-husband showed the stark truth. The villa was much larger on the outside, than it seemed to be on the inside, when one visited. Or so he said. There was a sort of hum emanating from the foundations; there were probably excavations of tunnels taking place underground. The façade of tranquillity presented by the ex-wife and her new husband would not fool me, though. I planned to do the usual hapless passer-by ruse, feigning low blood sugar, to suss out what was really happening.

  2. stormwriter2 says:

    Waiting inside the London UNDERGROUND station, under the very FOUNDATIONS of the structure, sat the HAPLESS, homeless man and his miserable mutt. Most PASSERS-BY were oblivious to them and although a few were vaguely DISAPPROVING of the pair, none were SPITEFUL. All diluted the full strength of their feelings behind a FACADE of oblivious blindness.
    “We must beg our return fare to Father’s VILLA,” the man said to the dog.
    Though the dog refused to answer, he EMANATED a sense of TRANQUILITY that permeated his human friend.
    “You’re right, Chaucer,” said the man. “Everything will work out in the end. It always does.”
    Chaucer briefly thumped his tail in agreement.
    A man in neon green trainers dropped a wadded up bill onto the concrete between Chaucer and his friend.
    “You’re the wisest dog I ever knew,” said the begger, picking up the crumpled currency and straightening it out against his thigh.
    Chaucer grinned.

  3. Anklebuster says:


    How in the world did this coffee shop make any money? In this era of oversaturated stimulation and split-second attention spans, Café Demi Tasse was a hidden treasure. The aromas emanating from the open door, along with the very façade itself, blended into the stench and brickwork of the busy, downtown scenery; oblivious to every passer-by hustling towards the underground mechanical people-movers.

    Jealously, I wanted to keep this place to myself, forever. All of the hapless folk on the other side of the plate glass would shatter the tranquility of this cozy hole-in-the-wall, if they ever looked up from the crumbling sidewalk upon which they rushed. I favored the lot with a disapproving glance, before dismissing them completely by returning to my cup of DT’s Special #1. 64 ounces of pure Robusta beans.

    Although I had been coming here for years, I never once considered that the owner, Ari Rosenthal, might not be making a profit. He had been here since the beginning, having started out as a barista. I’m not certain of the foundations of his wealth but, apparently, there was a spiteful ex-wife. She got the villa, Ari got the shop. Perhaps she got the better bargain, who knows?

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