Typescript posts a new challenge each Wednesday to encourage creativity and inspire conversation. Feel free to talk about the challenge or share your writing results in the comments section below by leaving an excerpt and/or a link to your own site or blog.

The spark of inspiration can be found anywhere you choose to look. From a title of a song to a sketch found on a napkin, from an overheard conversation to a jumble of words, these stories are waiting to be discovered and told.

I know this seems a little unconventional, but maybe this is proof that inspiration really does come from everywhere…

I had well over three hundred spam comments in my blog folder this weekend. Usually I hit the Delete All button, but I’ve managed to miss some wayward posts before and thought I would take a quick peek to make sure potentially valid comments didn’t slip through the cracks. As I skimmed the posts, I found myself intrigued by these spam comments — the first few words read like the beginning of a story before spouting off in a nonsensical diatribe of random words selling links and generic drugs.

But those few words caught my attention, sparking interest, sparking something.

One of the most fascinating aspects of writing is the ability to manipulate words and language to convey your intended meaning. Words have so many meanings within their own definitions, and coupling them with others can produce something not entirely expected but altogether magical. There are a thousand ways to describe an object, person, or place, and so, too, are there thousands of stories just waiting to be plucked out of the imagination and put to paper. Sometimes all we need to create that initial spark of inspiration is a word (or two)…

Challenge: Use one of the following couplings of words to create a new story or poem
(Note: many of these have had minor alterations to make a little bit more sense):

Bianca walked in on a conspiracy

Their love could follow moonstones

Nicolai came to the gate forty years, looked doubtful

The chameleon cried

Chapel spirits can a jury decide

Millie departed, her passion crushed

Jaime finally wanted you

Hell existed always

They remained men (in a world where the soul hesitated)

Rains hesitated, wiping their feet

Fate meddled, not budging, harassing them

Stars kept remember seeing, analyzing those

Perhaps when just a tear was such assurance

Hardly enough responded

Danny thought of freedom before marriage, without responsibilities

Music restores him pain

Question once a dream is born

Bonus: String a collection of words together to create your own prompt!