Comments on: Creative Copy Challenge #18 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/ 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-18/comment-page-1/#comment-9188 Shane Arthur Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:58:12 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-9188 @Steven: Well said. I always thought it would be a good rule to simple vote all incumbents out, regardless of party. Think about it. It would be quite a message sent. @Steven: Well said. I always thought it would be a good rule to simple vote all incumbents out, regardless of party. Think about it. It would be quite a message sent.

]]> By: Steven A. Lowe http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-9179 Steven A. Lowe Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:41:36 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-9179 "<strong>Do you hear me</strong>?" he asked, loudly, again. "Hurry up or I'll take you away!" Of course I hear you, my dear officer. <strong>It's hard</strong> not to, as you're two inches from my nose and yelling at the top of your lungs. Your badge is shiny. Your gun is huge. I'm not impressed. You see so little. And it's more than a <strong>felony</strong>, it's a <strong>revolution</strong>! Let the <strong>riptide</strong> of democracy wash away these political <strong>vagrant</strong>s! Let <strong>lightning</strong> strike the <strong>evil</strong> <strong>gut</strong> of the <strong>lush</strong>es drunk on power and priviledge! It's "by the People, and for the People," not "sacrifice the People, ignore the People," as they will soon realize. I reluctantly let it go. My ballot dropped into the box. I walked outside a free man, and went home a hero. “Do you hear me?” he asked, loudly, again. “Hurry up or I’ll take you away!”
Of course I hear you, my dear officer. It’s hard not to, as you’re two inches from my nose and yelling at the top of your lungs. Your badge is shiny. Your gun is huge. I’m not impressed. You see so little.
And it’s more than a felony, it’s a revolution! Let the riptide of democracy wash away these political vagrants! Let lightning strike the evil gut of the lushes drunk on power and priviledge! It’s “by the People, and for the People,” not “sacrifice the People, ignore the People,” as they will soon realize.
I reluctantly let it go. My ballot dropped into the box. I walked outside a free man, and went home a hero.

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-3940 Shane Arthur Tue, 27 Apr 2010 01:53:03 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-3940 hahaha. Poor old bastard indeed. hahaha. Poor old bastard indeed.

]]> By: Troy http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-3930 Troy Tue, 27 Apr 2010 00:08:43 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-3930 Velvet directed me to the <strong>Riptide</strong>—a seedy bar on the waterfront—for my next assignment. “Viva la <strong>Revolution</strong>!” The <strong>vagrant</strong> at the end of the bar drooled. Then he slid off his bar stool and collapsed in a heap on the floor. “<strong>It’s hard</strong> to watch a man drink his life away,” said the character behind the bar. “He’s <strong>lush</strong>, but he doesn’t deserve to die.” “Did you ever consider not serving him that rot <strong>gut</strong>.” I pointed to the bottle sitting on the bar. “Mister,” he leaned forward. “Serving white <strong>lightning</strong> isn’t a <strong>felony</strong>. I’m just doing my job! <strong>Do you hear me?</strong> I’m just doing my job, nothing <strong>evil</strong>.” That was true enough. Still, I wrote off the old bastard. Then I swept his residue away. Velvet directed me to the Riptide—a seedy bar on the waterfront—for my next assignment.
“Viva la Revolution!” The vagrant at the end of the bar drooled. Then he slid off his bar stool and collapsed in a heap on the floor.
“It’s hard to watch a man drink his life away,” said the character behind the bar. “He’s lush, but he doesn’t deserve to die.”
“Did you ever consider not serving him that rot gut.” I pointed to the bottle sitting on the bar.
“Mister,” he leaned forward. “Serving white lightning isn’t a felony. I’m just doing my job! Do you hear me? I’m just doing my job, nothing evil.”
That was true enough. Still, I wrote off the old bastard. Then I swept his residue away.

]]> By: Lisa Bulman Taylor http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-3020 Lisa Bulman Taylor Fri, 02 Apr 2010 01:45:30 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-3020 dang it. i can't remember wherei left off. see what happens when you get out of the ccc loop?? dang it. i can’t remember wherei left off. see what happens when you get out of the ccc loop??

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-2518 Shane Arthur Fri, 19 Mar 2010 13:19:56 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-2518 And thank you again. I'm loving this place because of all of you. And thank you again. I’m loving this place because of all of you.

]]> By: Lisa Bulman Taylor http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-2508 Lisa Bulman Taylor Fri, 19 Mar 2010 03:17:44 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-2508 Thanks Shane, Been missing these rooms lately, just haven't had much chance to take some downtime and do much writing. Have been incredibly busy with work and as I'm sure many know, the world of freelance is usually only two speeds: full throttle or at a complete standstill. So, I'm trying to make hay while the sun shines while the work is available. A tad stressful at times but generally it helps that I have a passion for what I do for a living. I see that the submissions are continuing to grow which is absolutely awesome! Kudos for moderating a great site!  Thanks again!   Thanks Shane,
Been missing these rooms lately, just haven’t had much chance to take some downtime and do much writing. Have been incredibly busy with work and as I’m sure many know, the world of freelance is usually only two speeds: full throttle or at a complete standstill. So, I’m trying to make hay while the sun shines while the work is available. A tad stressful at times but generally it helps that I have a passion for what I do for a living.
I see that the submissions are continuing to grow which is absolutely awesome! Kudos for moderating a great site!  Thanks again!
 

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-2507 Shane Arthur Fri, 19 Mar 2010 02:58:04 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-2507 Lisa, that was super intense. I felt that read. Love when that happens. How you been? Lisa, that was super intense. I felt that read. Love when that happens.

How you been?

]]> By: Lisa Bulman Taylor http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-18/comment-page-1/#comment-2506 Lisa Bulman Taylor Fri, 19 Mar 2010 02:43:29 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=106#comment-2506 "<strong>Do you hear me</strong>?" The voice comes slow and raspy in my ear, just a whisper barely perceptible.   I squeeze my eyes tight and clasp my hands over my ears. "Go away, go away, go away," I mutter through clenched teeth. Rocking back and forth sometimes helps shut out the voice but <strong>it's hard</strong> to maintain a semblance of sanity when you act like a nut. You see, it's all about appearances and how you look to the outside world. Perception is reality. Maybe if I can fool all of them, then perhaps I can actually fool myself into believing the opposite of what my <strong>gut</strong> tells me; that I am infected with pure <strong>evil</strong>. Maybe if I can just grasp self-control I will be able to stem the <strong>riptide</strong> of insanity.   "The <strong>revolution</strong> is coming." The voice raises its level a decibel and cackles with laughter, taunting me.   With <strong>lightning</strong> speed, I bring my closed fist with as much force as I can muster, to impact right between my eyes. Bright spots pock my vision and the edges of my peripheral vision go fuzzy. I look around guiltily. Did anyone see me?   A <strong>vagrant</strong> is rifling through the garbage bin in front of the library, perhaps looking for bottles to refund or maybe even a morsel to eat, The <strong>lush</strong> scenery of the library and the surrounding park seem to contradict the poverty and squalor that this dirty little man exists within daily. I can smell the pungent odour emanating from him; a combination of stale booze, sweat, grime and desperation. His rough exterior and garb of rags tell a tale of living against the code of society for many moons. I glance around in every direction to ensure that we are alone.   The voice breaks through at a full roar, "It is not a <strong>felony</strong> to assist a fellow man reach the land of utopia."   Reaching deep into my pocket, I pull out the blade. “Do you hear me?” The voice comes slow and raspy in my ear, just a whisper barely perceptible.
 
I squeeze my eyes tight and clasp my hands over my ears. “Go away, go away, go away,” I mutter through clenched teeth. Rocking back and forth sometimes helps shut out the voice but it’s hard to maintain a semblance of sanity when you act like a nut. You see, it’s all about appearances and how you look to the outside world. Perception is reality. Maybe if I can fool all of them, then perhaps I can actually fool myself into believing the opposite of what my gut tells me; that I am infected with pure evil. Maybe if I can just grasp self-control I will be able to stem the riptide of insanity.
 
“The revolution is coming.” The voice raises its level a decibel and cackles with laughter, taunting me.
 
With lightning speed, I bring my closed fist with as much force as I can muster, to impact right between my eyes. Bright spots pock my vision and the edges of my peripheral vision go fuzzy. I look around guiltily. Did anyone see me?
 
A vagrant is rifling through the garbage bin in front of the library, perhaps looking for bottles to refund or maybe even a morsel to eat, The lush scenery of the library and the surrounding park seem to contradict the poverty and squalor that this dirty little man exists within daily. I can smell the pungent odour emanating from him; a combination of stale booze, sweat, grime and desperation. His rough exterior and garb of rags tell a tale of living against the code of society for many moons. I glance around in every direction to ensure that we are alone.
 
The voice breaks through at a full roar, “It is not a felony to assist a fellow man reach the land of utopia.”
 
Reaching deep into my pocket, I pull out the blade.

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