Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #605

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. Apricity
  2. Hiemal
  3. Mind
  4. Headshot
  5. Seize
  6. Gadget
  7. Gouda
  8. Sun-dried
  9. Subnivean
  10. Sitcom

10 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #605”

  1. Anklebuster says:



    The afternoon’s apricity threatened to make a mockery of our annual hiemal solstice festival. Based upon the mythologies of Earth, we Martian migrants celebrated the 500th consecutive season of successful fish farming. Instead of lutefisk or hákarl, we prepared a subnivean pit, into which beheaded carp was laid, covered with rocks and tamped down with snow. Unfortunately, the uncharacteristic warmth of this year’s winter melted the snow too early. The fish were mostly fermented, but we had to improvise to salvage the sun-dried fish for further curing in the caves.

    My job was to scour the colony ship’s library for any stories, articles or songs that referenced the Nordic traditions from which our ancestors first learned to preserve the limited food on our new home. As I entered the rusted carcass of the ship, my mind drifted to Becca, an old friend who was an expert on foreign identities. She was the one who discovered life on Mars, as well as the archive of survival techniques that had gone into the library, uncatalogued. I planned to browse through that collection, hoping to seize any snippet to save our carp.

    I sat down at the console, a gadget that had defied the onslaught of a half-millennium’s worth of corrosive reactions that wore away the rest of the ship to its titanium frame. A quick tap on the screen woke up the computer. I was greeted with the headshot of Gordon Shumway, the original captain of the colony ship. There were rumors that Captain Shumway was a myth, a creature from a two-dimensional world called “Sitcom”. The library had no references to the rest of the crew and nothing at all about Sitcom. Our ancestors had memory plates with pictures of creatures like Shumway, a robot called R2-D2 and humans named Kirk, Spock and Sulu. We had no way to access these shiny plates and, over the centuries, most of them had disintegrated to powder. Myth or not, Shumway was our portal into the gadget’s Archive Library Files.

    “Greetings, Earthling”, Shumway’s headshot wriggled as if a hand controlled it. I never understood why our ancestors didn’t just go with iconography to communicate.

    “Hello, Captain. Request permission to probe the Archive.”

    “What’s the password?” The headshot zoomed in, presumably to appear more menacing.

    “Aaron King is Elvis.”

    “That’s nacho password, but it’s gouda neufchatel.”

    I smiled tiredly at the random response. No matter what one uttered into the gadget, access was always granted. I puttered around for fishy stories to take back to the colony.


    Dear CreativeCopyChallenge.com friends and visitors,

    With this, my 500th consecutive submission, I lay down my pen. Eight years ago, I began a creative writing journey by writing about Bandicoots. While that story took place on Earth, it turns out that Mars was my favorite second home. Actually, the CCC became my favorite place to hang out. I met many fine writers and even became friends with several. I will remember this place fondly.

    If you want to see what I get up to in the future, just visit me at Morpho Designs.



  2. stormwriter2 says:

    The morning after the first snowfall of the season, Mopsy Rabbit awoke with a feeling of dim expectancy. Flopsy, Peter, Cottontail and Mama were still huddled together in a warm, sleepy mass of motley furry bodies, snugly tucked away in their SUBNIVEAN burrow.

    Mama had worried all summer long about the coming winter. She had prudently SEIZED the opportunity afforded her by the warm season to store up a bushel of SUN-DRIED grasses and flowers for consumption during the HIEMAL months.

    Mopsy was the only one in the Rabbit family who rather looked forward to winter each year. In addition to the regular holidays and festivals, the shorter days also gave her the perfect pretext for watching SITCOMS on the GADGET that Flopsy and Cottontail had found in Mr. MacGregor’s garden on the dreadful day that Peter had so nearly been made into rabbit stew with a side of GOUDA.

    Mopsy poked her nose through the front door breaking the perfect seal of new snow that insulated her family from the cold. She sniffed the air, luxuriating in the APRICITY of the morning. She did not MIND the frosty cold in the least and she was confident that Mr. MacGregor, away on a skiing holiday, could not take a HEADSHOT at her or any of her family on this fine winter morning.

    She stepped out on to the front path, dropped onto her back and waved her front and hind legs back and forth vigorously, making a snow bunny. Then she scampered off under the holly bushes to see if Sally Squirrel was awake yet.

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