Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #583

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. Deferential
  2. Infamous
  3. Conundrum
  4. Entitled
  5. Literally
  6. Mitigate
  7. Facetious
  8.  Nuance
  9. Appease
  10. Bemused

6 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #583”

  1. Anklebuster says:


    Why be deferential? Whom are you seeking to appease? You are entitled to be bad to the bone!
    No time to mitigate, for the nuance of degrees is literally lost on humanity.
    Though I may seem facetious, your bemused countenance tells me everything I need to know about you.

    You will spend your entire life ensnarled by the infamous conundrum:

    Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.

  2. stormwriter2 says:

    Abbi leaned against the balcony railing and looked down at her husband Bart, emerging from the pool. His once hard muscles had mostly run to flab now and the remnants of his luxuriant hair had fallen into a wispy ring of silver around the back of his head from ear to ear. But he still strutted like the INFAMOUS and handsome playboy he used to be. He was falsely DEFERENTIAL to attractive young women, like the bikini clad beauty sunbathing by the pool. He was LITERALLY old enough to be her grandfather, yet he felt completely ENTITLED to flirt with her, marriage vows notwithstanding. Abbi seethed, unnoticed on the balcony
    The young lady appeared somewhat BEMUSED by the attention lavished on her by the old duffer. Conscious of her effect on men, she smiled to MITIGATE the sting of her swift rejection. Outwardly unfazed, Bart toweled himself dry and headed upstairs to Abbi, his sure thing.
    Abbi stood in the doorway of the sliding glass door, facing Bart as he entered their suite.
    “Did you have a nice swim?” she asked him FACETIOUSly.
    He had the sense to look ashamed and said, “Aww Abbi. I didn’t do anything. It was just harmless banter.”
    “Well,” Abbi said. “It’s always harmless banter now that you’re a dried up old bastard. I’ve never met anyone so deluded about himself, Bart.”
    He raised his hand defensively, as if she had struck him and in an effort to APPEASE her, said, “Baby, I’m so sorry. I know we talked about this before.”
    “That’s right. We’ve talked about this before,” Abbi agreed. “And talked and talked and talked.”
    He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it, Bart,” she told him. “I’ve heard it all before. This is the last conversation we’re going to have about this. Ever.”
    There was no NUANCE to be found and exploited in her words: she had stated herself plainly and clearly and Bart felt the full weight of her declaration.
    “So this is it?”
    “Pretty much,” Abbi said, coldly. “The only CONUNDRUM here is, who gets the beach house?”

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