Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #610

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. Sweater
  2. Sled
  3. Skis
  4. Scarf
  5. Eye
  6. Ice
  7. Igloo
  8. Earmuffs
  9. Nose
  10. Buttons

2 Comments on “Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #610”

  1. Chet says:

    I’d had my eye on the igloo for a couple of months. It was the best set up in the village, with its entrance facing the sea so he could watch for whales or ships, and an extension on the side where he kept his sled and skis. Even had a clever sort of chimney to vent the smoke from a whale oil lantern. But the damned schmoo wouldn’t sell it to me.

    I’d walked miles across the ice after the ship broke up. So far as I knew, I was the only survivor. I’d been hanging on in a lean-to I made from salvaged planking and trying to set myself up with something better until I was rescued. But while the villagers tolerated me well enough and even shared food with me, they had no grasp of the essentials of business, buying and selling, or real estate. If they had any sort of life philosphy in their heads, it looked to be one of those utopian schemes that were all the rage back home: sharing meals, hunting in teams, and raising their squealing spawn like they were all one big family. I had dragged stuff along from the ship when I came in case I needed to trade but when I found their little hamlet, they gave me a sweater and earmuffs and took me to a rock pile, giving me to understand these were from one like me who’d been there before.

    Well, that night, when the wind turned north, and I figured I was going to lose my nose, even wrapped up in my scarf, if I didn’t get decent shelter. So I crawled into the schmoo’s place thinking to throw myself on his mercy. But the whole clan seemed happy to see me. The wife got a big grin on her face and pointed to the buttons on my vest. And I wondered “Is that all it takes?”

    • KathleenMK says:

      Chet ~ Bravo. A fun tail has been started here. I wonder if the next posted challenge with help you continue this tale.

      Write on,


      P.S. ~ In some cultures… that is all it takes.

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