I’m back from sunny San Diego (and I do mean sunny).

I took Mom there for her 92nd birthday. Other than one day when San Diego had record-breaking heat, the trip was quite cool.

So I come back to the first day of Spring and it’s time to catch up on my favorite writing prompt site, Creative Copy Challenge.

The following are the latest submissions. The challenge words are in bold.

Enjoy.

Creative Copy Challenge #377

The shock of yet another battle with her sister left Mary reeling. When had their relationship changed? Their twin-like bond as children had deteriorated into resentment and constant bickering.

Mary’s heart ached as she recalled Sandra’s last call.

“What do you mean you won’t be coming?”

“Sandra, I told you. I’m going to be out of town on business.”

“Nice how you invent these reasons to avoid our family gatherings,” Sandra sneered, “You treat us like an out-of-date coupon that’s lost its value.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Sandra shouted as she slammed down the phone.

Tears tracked down Mary’s face in silent release. She agonized over how she could fix the tarnished chrome of their once shiny relationship.

Endless nights tormented Mary as she tried to solve the mystery that brought them to this place. Satellite visions of past encounters circled in painful review. Sandra had become someone Mary did not know.

Submitting to the hurt only intensified the sense of hopelessness. This was foreign territory. The baby sister had to save the woman she had lost.

Sitting in her car outside Sandra’s home, Mary felt a trickle of sweat track down her spine. Had their sour relationship come so far? Mary fearing her own sister?

With a deep breath, Mary used the increasing pump of her heart to push her from her car. This could not go on.

Mary gasped her sister’s name at the sight of Sandra’s battered face as she collapsed in a sobbing embrace, knocking the sisters to their knees.

Creative Copy Challenge #378

The editing mower choked with the cacophony clang of clamoring commas.

A spray of syncopated syllables silently screamed.

Exclamation points engaged in coughing conflict

As the grammatical growl of words defying edit pushed on.

The punctuation portrait prowled with cat-like prowess

Ready to spring into a word count catastrophe of epic proportions.

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