Comments on: Creative Copy Challenge #14 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/ Curing Writer's Block One Fun Challenge at a Time Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:35:15 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-9185 Shane Arthur Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:52:45 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-9185 @Steven: "Vegas Baby...Vegas. You're so money, you don't know how money you are." @Steven: “Vegas Baby…Vegas. You’re so money, you don’t know how money you are.”

]]> By: Steven A. Lowe http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-9176 Steven A. Lowe Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:15:18 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-9176 My <strong>shadow</strong> is a <strong>doppelganger</strong>, I feared. But it was too late. <strong>Cupid</strong> started a<strong> butterfly effect</strong>. The <strong>luminescent</strong> <strong>velvet</strong> Elvis is <strong>simpatico</strong>. Her <strong>fragrant</strong> <strong>warmth</strong> <strong>trespass</strong>es on the alcohol in my brain. "I do," I said. Not everything stays in Vegas. My shadow is a doppelganger, I feared. But it was too late. Cupid started a butterfly effect.

The luminescent velvet Elvis is simpatico. Her fragrant warmth trespasses on the alcohol in my brain.

“I do,” I said.

Not everything stays in Vegas.

]]> By: Sara http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-8767 Sara Fri, 08 Oct 2010 08:36:35 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-8767 Thanks Shane! :D Thanks Shane! :D

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-8727 Shane Arthur Thu, 07 Oct 2010 12:29:13 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-8727 @Sara: OUTSTANDING. And damn funny too. Great visual scene you set there. @Sara: OUTSTANDING. And damn funny too. Great visual scene you set there.

]]> By: Sara http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-8725 Sara Thu, 07 Oct 2010 08:10:07 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-8725 <strong>Fragrant </strong>candles flickered around the bed, casting an inviting glow across the walls. "Only the <strong>shadow </strong>knows!" Gus whispered in Lena's ear, his hand <strong>trespass</strong>ing up her skirt. Rather than being struck by <strong>cupid</strong>'s arrow, Lena felt a mirthful <strong>warmth </strong>creep up her throat.  "Gus, I know I said that we should try something mysterious, but all this is doing is making me laugh." Her tone held laughter, but was still <strong>simpatico </strong>with her bewildered husband. He pouted. "Are you saying I'm not Alec Baldwin's <strong>doppelganger</strong>?" "Um, honey, I think that's a good thing, these days," she laughed, though his expression was still hurt. "Oh, Gus, you're much more good-looking that Alec Baldwin. He's fat! And you're...<strong>luminescent</strong>." "Luminescent?" he echoed, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, in these glow-in-the-dark condoms..." "That's it," he growled, his voice no longer <strong>velvet</strong>. "I'm just going to hope that somewhere, a man is being sexy with his wife and it will have a <strong>butterfly effect</strong> on us. In the meantime, I'm just going to be me." With that, he pulled his boxers onto his head and leaped at his giggling wife. Fragrant candles flickered around the bed, casting an inviting glow across the walls. “Only the shadow knows!” Gus whispered in Lena’s ear, his hand trespassing up her skirt.

Rather than being struck by cupid‘s arrow, Lena felt a mirthful warmth creep up her throat.  “Gus, I know I said that we should try something mysterious, but all this is doing is making me laugh.” Her tone held laughter, but was still simpatico with her bewildered husband.

He pouted. “Are you saying I’m not Alec Baldwin’s doppelganger?”

“Um, honey, I think that’s a good thing, these days,” she laughed, though his expression was still hurt. “Oh, Gus, you’re much more good-looking that Alec Baldwin. He’s fat! And you’re…luminescent.”

“Luminescent?” he echoed, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, in these glow-in-the-dark condoms…”

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice no longer velvet. “I’m just going to hope that somewhere, a man is being sexy with his wife and it will have a butterfly effect on us. In the meantime, I’m just going to be me.”

With that, he pulled his boxers onto his head and leaped at his giggling wife.

]]> By: Creative Copy Challenge — jaced.com :: Jace Daniel's World Wide Web Site http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-8474 Creative Copy Challenge — jaced.com :: Jace Daniel's World Wide Web Site Thu, 23 Sep 2010 18:15:08 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-8474 [...] Shane’s entry mentioning this [...] [...] Shane’s entry mentioning this [...]

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-3808 Shane Arthur Mon, 26 Apr 2010 11:27:27 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-3808 What a story Troy. I can't get enough of this universe you created. What a story Troy. I can’t get enough of this universe you created.

]]> By: Troy Worman http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-3799 Troy Worman Mon, 26 Apr 2010 04:08:22 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-3799 And then Song was gone.   <strong>Velvet</strong> stepped forward. “You don’t get to my age by being a fool,” she said, waving her chrome quill in the air. She lifted her chin to meet the sun’s <strong>luminescent</strong> blue rays. “Ah, <strong>warmth</strong>,” she sighed. “There really isn’t anything quite like the sun on your face. I must find my way out of that musky old library more often.”   Then she turned back to me.   “You know, you and I aren’t exactly <strong>simpatico</strong>, Johnny. You were brought here to do a job and you aren’t exactly setting this world on fire.” She cocked a brow. “I expected better from you, or more anyway. Do I need to write you up a <strong>doppelganger</strong>?”   “Ah…” I stammered.   “Nevermind, Johnny. You probably wouldn’t make anymore use of it than your <strong>shadow</strong>. Look, you aren’t here to play <strong>Cupid</strong>.”   “I’m not sure I know what that means,” I confessed.   “You aren’t here to write happy endings, Johnny. You are here to write out the flat bastards that <strong>trespass</strong> on the pages of the SEU!” She shuffled forward and lowered her horn-rimmed glasses. “Do you know what the <strong>butterfly</strong> <strong>effect</strong> is, Johnny?”   “Ah, yes…”   “Be that butterfly.”   And then Velvet was gone. The vanilla sedan was gone. The rancid cesspool was gone.   I had forgotten how <strong>fragrant</strong> a blank page could smell. And then Song was gone.
 
Velvet stepped forward. “You don’t get to my age by being a fool,” she said, waving her chrome quill in the air. She lifted her chin to meet the sun’s luminescent blue rays. “Ah, warmth,” she sighed. “There really isn’t anything quite like the sun on your face. I must find my way out of that musky old library more often.”
 
Then she turned back to me.
 
“You know, you and I aren’t exactly simpatico, Johnny. You were brought here to do a job and you aren’t exactly setting this world on fire.” She cocked a brow. “I expected better from you, or more anyway. Do I need to write you up a doppelganger?”
 
“Ah…” I stammered.
 
“Nevermind, Johnny. You probably wouldn’t make anymore use of it than your shadow. Look, you aren’t here to play Cupid.”
 
“I’m not sure I know what that means,” I confessed.
 
“You aren’t here to write happy endings, Johnny. You are here to write out the flat bastards that trespass on the pages of the SEU!” She shuffled forward and lowered her horn-rimmed glasses. “Do you know what the butterfly effect is, Johnny?”
 
“Ah, yes…”
 
“Be that butterfly.”
 
And then Velvet was gone. The vanilla sedan was gone. The rancid cesspool was gone.
 
I had forgotten how fragrant a blank page could smell.

]]> By: Kenn Crawford http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-1701 Kenn Crawford Tue, 23 Feb 2010 03:58:01 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-1701 Bonjour mon amis, <em>Bayou Billy</em> here taking a walk down almost memory lane. Yes sir, it's right up dere by prequel park. You see, I done joined Shane and the bunch on the 15th - that's episode 15, not the 15th of da munth. Anyways, I figured since all dem utter folks done did all dese utter challenges I reckoned I aught do the some a dem too. But since I'm writin' these things in real time I can't very well go back in time or I'd be me own <strong>doppleganger</strong> and Lord a-mighty, one a me is enough. So each one of dese things is jist gonna be stuff I'm tinkin' about waiting for Shane and dem dere utter fellers to git off dere ass and post 10 new words. Don't know what da hold up is, not like days inventing the damn words. Now that would make for an interesting challenge... I'll make up 10 words and you gots to figure out what in the hell you supposed to do wit dem. I betcha da men and da women come up wit polar opposite meanings too. Womens does e'rything the opposite of men... just look at how a <strong>butterfly effect</strong>s a man and woman in different ways - a woman gets all mushy inside and a man just steps on the friggin' thing. Ain't exactly <strong>cupid</strong> material but I'm thinking it could be worse. I knewed a fella use to take the girl he was courtin out in his pirogue and eads her stupid poetry he made up his-self. Come to think of it, dat was me. Would you like me to read one of my poems? Okay, here goes..... How was that? Oh wait, you can't actually hear me can ya? I'm a little slow sometimes, one second I say it again only louder... I'm just kidding. I'm gonna types it into the 'puter fer ya. He goes..... Ode to My Future Ex-Wife I likes yer smile and all three of your teeth I likes it when you crawls underneath The <strong>fragrant</strong> smell of the beer on yer breath Smells a lot better than the crabs we et Yer hair is soft like touching <strong>velvet</strong> Too bad yer breasts ain't grow'd out yet The<strong> luminescent</strong> moon is shinin' on da bayou Lets duck in the<strong> shadow</strong>s so we can screw You looked so pretty all dressed up for the dance I wants to bend you o'er like they did in deliverance Yer chasity belt says I can't <strong>trespass</strong> But I likes you more than even bluegrass I wrote you dis poem so you would always know I don't just likes you cuz you got <strong>sympatico</strong> Yer a purdy as a picture, like a new born pup and I'd like you even if you only had dial up The <strong>warmth</strong> of yer smile is a sight to behold So's that pimple on yer face if the truth be told We should get hitched and be my gumbo queen We is cousins after all and yer almost thirteen Seems like only yesterday when I first made dat poem up fer her. Brings a tear to my eye. Not for nuttin' romantic, I just thought of how big she done got and it makes me wanna cry. She done got so big she stood on one of them talking scales and it done begged for mercy. So as I was reading dat poem I says to myself, "Self," and I recognized the voice right away cuz it sounded just like me, "Self." I says, "Me think you should do something special for your anniversary." So I made some reservations to go eat at one of them fancy restaurants wit the Maitre D and everything. And if it's any good, next year I might even bring my wife. Bonjour mon amis,
Bayou Billy here taking a walk down almost memory lane. Yes sir, it’s right up dere by prequel park. You see, I done joined Shane and the bunch on the 15th – that’s episode 15, not the 15th of da munth. Anyways, I figured since all dem utter folks done did all dese utter challenges I reckoned I aught do the some a dem too. But since I’m writin’ these things in real time I can’t very well go back in time or I’d be me own doppleganger and Lord a-mighty, one a me is enough. So each one of dese things is jist gonna be stuff I’m tinkin’ about waiting for Shane and dem dere utter fellers to git off dere ass and post 10 new words. Don’t know what da hold up is, not like days inventing the damn words. Now that would make for an interesting challenge… I’ll make up 10 words and you gots to figure out what in the hell you supposed to do wit dem. I betcha da men and da women come up wit polar opposite meanings too.

Womens does e’rything the opposite of men… just look at how a butterfly effects a man and woman in different ways – a woman gets all mushy inside and a man just steps on the friggin’ thing. Ain’t exactly cupid material but I’m thinking it could be worse. I knewed a fella use to take the girl he was courtin out in his pirogue and eads her stupid poetry he made up his-self.

Come to think of it, dat was me. Would you like me to read one of my poems? Okay, here goes…..

How was that?

Oh wait, you can’t actually hear me can ya? I’m a little slow sometimes, one second I say it again only louder… I’m just kidding. I’m gonna types it into the ‘puter fer ya. He goes…..

Ode to My Future Ex-Wife

I likes yer smile and all three of your teeth
I likes it when you crawls underneath
The fragrant smell of the beer on yer breath
Smells a lot better than the crabs we et
Yer hair is soft like touching velvet
Too bad yer breasts ain’t grow’d out yet
The luminescent moon is shinin’ on da bayou
Lets duck in the shadows so we can screw
You looked so pretty all dressed up for the dance
I wants to bend you o’er like they did in deliverance
Yer chasity belt says I can’t trespass
But I likes you more than even bluegrass
I wrote you dis poem so you would always know
I don’t just likes you cuz you got sympatico
Yer a purdy as a picture, like a new born pup
and I’d like you even if you only had dial up
The warmth of yer smile is a sight to behold
So’s that pimple on yer face if the truth be told
We should get hitched and be my gumbo queen
We is cousins after all and yer almost thirteen

Seems like only yesterday when I first made dat poem up fer her. Brings a tear to my eye. Not for nuttin’ romantic, I just thought of how big she done got and it makes me wanna cry. She done got so big she stood on one of them talking scales and it done begged for mercy. So as I was reading dat poem I says to myself, “Self,” and I recognized the voice right away cuz it sounded just like me, “Self.” I says, “Me think you should do something special for your anniversary.” So I made some reservations to go eat at one of them fancy restaurants wit the Maitre D and everything. And if it’s any good, next year I might even bring my wife.

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-14/comment-page-1/#comment-1549 Shane Arthur Thu, 18 Feb 2010 02:45:34 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=95#comment-1549 <p>Cleve, that was awesome. You're really hitting the ball out of the park.</p> <p>Really, that was some great writing. And your ending was so unexpected, it made me chuckle out loud.</p> Cleve, that was awesome. You’re really hitting the ball out of the park.

Really, that was some great writing. And your ending was so unexpected, it made me chuckle out loud.

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