Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #587

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. Colossal
  2. Sprawls
  3. Purportedly
  4. Avant-garde
  5. Eccentric
  6. Aptly
  7. Age-old
  8. Throne
  9. Rebuffed
  10. Ardent

3 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #587”

  1. Anklebuster says:

    {19}

    I am an ardent fan of the age-old computer game, Colossal Cave Adventure. In many ways, this eccentric software was the avant-garde of every adventure video game ever developed.

    Colossal Cave is aptly named, as the map sprawls above ground as well as below. From the small brick building, you can become lost in the forest; or, you can make your way down the stream until you reach a grate. This is your portal to the cave, where you can roam about, seemingly forever. (Watch out for the maze of twisty little passages, all alike!)

    Over the years, several versions have rebuffed the original. Purportedly, you could score a maximum of 581 points in one of these versions. I have never been able to complete the 350-point game of the original.

    One of the most resplendent descriptions in the game reads like the a page of a Tolkien novel:

    YOU ARE AT ONE END OF A VAST HALL STRETCHING FORWARD OUT OF SIGHT TO THE WEST.
    THERE ARE OPENINGS TO EITHER SIDE. NEARBY, A WIDE STONE STAIRCASE LEADS DOWNWARD.
    THE HALL IS FILLED WITH WISPS OF WHITE MIST SWAYING TO AND FRO ALMOST AS IF ALIVE.
    A COLD WIND BLOWS UP THE STAIRCASE. THERE IS A PASSAGE AT THE TOP OF A DOME BEHIND YOU.

    Long may Adventure reign on its throne!

  2. KathleenMK says:

    Mitch ~~
    … as the map sprawls above ground as well as below… good description.

    And I love your Tolkien-est description, I am a big fan of Tolkien. Thanks for helping me smile to day.

    Write On,

    Kathleen

  3. KathleenMK says:

    Sam, after spinning Jam around on his heals with her signature slap across the faced, zeros in on the spot located between his shoulder blades. Sam wills colossal strength to be hers as she makes contact with his back. Sam ardent ly sends Jan face-first into the bushes. He lands with arms and legs showing remints of the concussion of unexpected forced movement. The shrub envelops him as he begins to struggle. Attempts to right himself were to no avail, as the thorny ornamental bush refused to let him go.

    Sixty minutes later the officer relays the information gathered to his superior. “Well, Lieutenant, the victim claims she used a ‘non-avant-garde, age-old …’” the patrolman paused as he flipped through his pocket sized notepad “‘…semi-Heimlich maneuver’. And she sprawls his rebuffed -self into that Bougainvillea.

    “The witness, the lady over there,” the underling said pointing to the eccentrically appointed blonde who stood ramrod straight while nervously pushing, then pulling the pram that was in front of her, “purportedly the peculiar suiter was aptly dethrone d by Miss Samantha Bond after not appreciating being rebuffed by the same.”

    “Okay officer. Thank you. Who called the ambulance?” the lieutenant asked.

    “Uuummm, sir… I believe the pram pusher did.”

    “Okay. Thank you. You did good here. Go to hospital and meet up with probie… you did send that new officer to hospital with the assailant didn’t you … in the ambulance?” the lieutenant’s voice raised, as he was unable to hide his concern.

    “Umm, yes sir. I…I…I remembered to do that this time sir,” the thrice reprimanded officer with his badge proverbially hanging on by a thread nervously said.
    “Good, I don’t need to be explaining to the Chief how a suspect escaped on my watch … again!” his tone was more scolding now.

    “Yes sir,” the subordinate said with downcast eyes. I’m never gonna live that down … if I even get to keep my job. He thought to himself.


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