furious – adjective
[fyoo r-ee-uh s]
1 : very angry
2 a : very powerful or violent
furious – adjective
[fyoo r-ee-uh s]
1 : very angry
2 a : very powerful or violent
[dictionary.com and Merriam-Webster Learner’s Word of the Day selections; photo credit-Merriam-Webster Learner’s Word of the Day]
ort – noun
mischievous – adjective
2. showing a playful desire to cause trouble
3. intended to harm someone or someone’s reputation
Cat was angry at Mouse. Mouse was laughing at Cat because Mouse had just won his third game against Cat. Cat slunk off to figure out how to beat Mouse at Mouse’s games.
I have to slow down Mouse or trip him up somehow, Cat thought. Visions of glue, tape and food danced in his head. With the glue, Mouse was begging for help reaching out to be pulled from the glob of glue gumming up his paws. Cat shuddered at the thought. No glue.
Tape took over, tacking Mouse to it who was desperately trying to escape. Tape won’t work either. I don’t want to hurt my friend.
While Cat was contemplating his next move, Mouse was mulling over how to help Cat win a game. A mischievous idea formed quickly.
Mouse made a maze in the middle of the yard. To help Cat win, he made Cat smiley faces on each turn leading the way out. Whoever got to the end of the maze first would win.
Tap, tap, tap.
Cat whirled around, surprised to see Mouse.
“I don’t want to play anymore of your games. I think we should play one of mine,” Cat said.
“Sure, but can we play one of yours after this last game of mine? I worked really hard at creating it,” Mouse said.
Cat’s whiskers twitched. “What’s the game?”
“I built a maze in the yard. Whoever gets to the end first wins and can choose the next three games to play.”
Cat shook his head. “Since you made the maze, you know how to go through it. That’s not fair.”
Mouse sighed. “You have a point, Cat. I will wear a blindfold to even us out.”
Cat thought about this. “We should each choose a winning treat for the other to place at the end of the maze. Whoever makes it through the maze and finishes their treat first, wins.”
Together they scoured the house for the perfect treat.
Mouse found part of a tuna sandwich and carried it out.
Cat scoured the kitchen but there were no orts about, not even one crumb. All he could find was a small pink glob under the table. It was a little big for Mouse to eat but Cat planned on winning.
Treats in place, Cat and Mouse took their spots at the beginning of the maze. Cat was haunched in start position while Mouse was blindfolded and ready to go.
“Go!” Cat shouted.
Cat darted away turning this way that, into a dead end. “Drat!” He looked for Mouse. No Mouse around. He listened for Mouse. He could hear scurrying ahead of him.
Mouse twitched his nose letting him guide him to the end. He bumped into wall after wall but the strawberry smell was getting stronger.
Cat turned right, then followed straight. He turned left and left again into another dead end. He sat down and pouted. Doggone Mouse! He’s going to win. As a tear rolled into his whiskers, he noticed a smiley cat picture on the opposite wall. Oh sure, rub it in Mouse!
Cat ran to the picture and scratched it out. He sulked through the maze scratching out each Cat Smiley he found. He was so busy looking for these smiling Cats, he didn’t realize what he had done.
I. Smell. Tuna! Cat’s nose twitched and his tail swished. He followed his nose right to the end of the maze. Mouse was already there, chewing and chewing.
Cat’s ears drooped. Mouse had won again.
“You won Mouse. But I’m going to enjoy this sandwich anyways.” He took a bite, then another.
Mouse said nothing but kept chewing away.
Cat finished his sandwich. “This was a great treat Mouse. Thank you.” Cat licked his paws.
Mouse just chewed.
“I said, ‘Thank you’ Mouse.” Cat stared at Mouse.
Mouse inhaled deeply.
As he breathed out, a bubble formed and grew and grew. Then…
Cat jumped straight into the air.
Mouse’s mouth still full he muttered, “Clever cat, giving me this ort. Not supposed to swallow gum. I lost.”
Cat blushed. “Mischievous mouse. Drawing those Smiley Cat faces to tease me. If I had seen those sooner I would have…Hey!”
“Won sooner,” Mouse said still chewing.
“You said a mouseful.” Cat laughed.
The next three games were Cat’s choice and he lost all but one.
If you enjoyed this story, take the challenge and write your own story in 60 minutes and edit it. The idea is to #justkeepwriting #justkeepwriting.
[This is a short story using both Word of the Day selections from http://www.dictionary.com and http://www.learnersdictionary.com. My goal for these stories is to get the story out by writing and editing it in one hour]
galore – adjective, adverb
always used after a noun informal
: in large numbers or amounts
logophobia – noun
: an obsessive fear of words
Words shouted at Lucy.
Lucy wanted no part of them. Every time she misspelled a word, she was made fun of which was every day. Her wings were torn forcing her legs to carry her to the forest edge before the words had a chance to catch up.
“Whew! I think I lost them,” she said to the owl perched in the tree.
“Whooo?” was the owl’s reply.
“The words,” Lucy said. She trembled and shook. She peeked around the tree edge and was off again.
The words were relentless. They chased her through the woods.
Leaves crackled, twigs snapped. Lucy raced on, her legs burning. For a meadow fairy, she was quick and agile.
Lucy ignored the words. Her heart thumped against her chest bursting to get out.
Above, the owl followed along, cruising over the treetops always aware of the action below.
A tree root rose up out of the ground. Lucy’s foot snagged it sending her face first into the soft earth.
The owl swooped down, extended her wing which Lucy happily took. She swung up on the owl’s back. Together they flew out of the forest and headed towards town. Below them, the words gave up the chase.
“You suffer from logophobia,” Owl said.
Lucy scrunched her eyes.
“You are afraid of words; they terrify you.” Owl explained.
“Only a few words were chasing you and they said they wanted to help. They seemed genuine.”
“I don’t think so. At school there were words galore. I’m not a good speller. The words became angry when I spelled most of them wrong.” Lucy’s bottom lip quivered.
“And so they chased you?” Owl asked.
“Not then. They threw the chalkboard eraser at me and made me write each word until I got it correct.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“You’re telling me. Fairy school is not all it’s cracked up to be. Every fairy culture is gifted in different forms. Meadow fairies are not good spellers. We don’t have to be because we are of the meadow and talk to the meadow creatures and care for them. We use no spells so we don’t write words, just speak them. Other fairies have to learn words to communicate to the other worlds, this is their job.”
“I see,” said Owl.
“When the last eraser hit my wing, tearing it, I stomped out of school, swearing I was never going back. Then one word apologized and then another, but it was too late for me. Once outside, I could not fly so I took off running.”
They glided through the air until Owl perched a top of a tall boxy building.
“We’re here,” Owl said.
Lucy stared at the sky. Stars twinkled. Meteors flew across it. She wished she could fly like them.
Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!
“Tis four o’clock. I shall take you down now,” said Owl.
Lucy held on tight, her wings tucked in neatly.
“Off you go. What you need is in here. Every culture and every law can be found here. You just have to look hard and research and you will find your answers.”
Lucy stepped toward the large building with the wise owl statues lining the stairway to it.
“Do not be alarmed when you enter. Words abound in every corner. These words are here to help you. Though you may be terrified of them, give them a chance. If it becomes too overwhelming, ask a librarian for help as help is always available in this magical place.”
Lucy was skeptical. She stepped back toward Owl.
Owl nudged her forward. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Thank you Owl for rescuing me. I shall take your advice.”
“Remember dear fairy, overcoming obstacles is not easy and takes time.”
Lucy nodded and waved goodbye.
Inside, the words waited patiently.
They had their work cut out for them.
As did Lucy. This was just the beginning.
[photo credit: allpicts.in]
Today’s story is under 100 words for Susanna Hill’s 6th Annual Halloweensie Contest that starts today and runs through Halloween night. The main rules are the story has to contain (in some form) these three words: ghost, moon and spider AND be 100 words or less.
In addition to these three words, I have incorporated both Learner’s Word of the Day and dictionary.com Word of the Day for today (Oct. 27, 2016) I also gave myself one hour to write it and edit it as per my usual Word of the Day guidelines.
delectation – noun
gourd – noun
THE HALLOWEEN MOON
by Traci Bold
Moon cast light on the delectation below.
It saw animals, cowboys, ghosts, ghouls, knights, princesses, superheroes and witches running house to house for candy.
In the dark…
A huge sneaky spider spun its web fast which caught Moons’ attention.
The web grew large and wide enough to snare some tasty trick-or-treaters.
The spider was off its gourd! Moon was horrified.
It cast it’s light upon the spider for all to see.
The trick-or-treaters tricked the spider with their sticky candy, wrapping it in its own web.
They thanked Moon with a candy offering.
Which made Moon smile.
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testudinal – adjective
crevice – noun
“I feel so naked without it,” Terrence said to his best friend Trent.
“You look fine without it,” said Trent.
“But I need it, it protects me. You wouldn’t go anywhere without yours and you know it.”
Trent kicked the ground, shuffling his feet. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”
Terrence covered himself with large leaves he found.
Trent laughed. “You look better without the leaves.”
Terrence squinched his eyes and curled his mouth. “Fine.” He dropped the leaves.
“We need to retrace your footsteps,” Trent said. “Start from the beginning.”
Terrence led Trent back to his home under the mud bog. Trent scratched around the mud. Terrence breezed through the brush. “Not here,” he called out.
A shadow passed above them. Chills crept over Terrence.
They traipsed to the rock quarry next. Terrence kicked rocks out of his way while Trent noses around the big rock. “Not here,” he said.
Sweat dripped off of Terrence, his skin becoming pinkish.
“We have to find your shell fast. You’re going to fry right up and the buzzards will eat you all gone.”
Terrence trembled at the thought. He led Trent to the other side of the rock quarry where the sun was almost hiding.
A testudinal object poked out from the crevice in the quarry.
“Look Terrence!” Trent pointed.
CRAW! CRAW! A shadow circled above them, then disappeared.
“Run!” Trent called.
Terrence used all of his might pushing his stubby legs as fast as they could go.
The shadow became two.
Terrence pushed on.
Terrence ducked. “Almost there,” he chanted over and over.
Trent chucked a rock at the buzzards.
He ducked into his shell as the buzzards dove toward him.
Trent peeked out from his shell, fearful for his friend.
Terrence lunged forward.
The testudinal object was indeed his shell. He pulled and prodded. Swoooosh! and pulled some more. The shell flew into the air…kerplunk… hit a buzzard and landed perfectly on Terrence, covering his body once more.
CRAW! CRAW! Screamed the buzzards, one rubbing it’s head.
Terrence ducked into his shell and hid in the crevice between a rock and a hard place, known as the quarry.
When the buzzards bagged out, Terrence ambled over to his friend.
“Good thing they’re gone, they almost had themselves fried tortoise for lunch.”
“And chicken soup if they had caught me,” Trent said as he shivered.
“You were brave Trent, not a chicken,” said Terrence.
“I guess so. But you’re the one who gave one buzzard a goose egg.”
Terrence laughed. “Yeah. Buzzards love to eat tortoise eggs so I bet they love goose eggs too!”
Together they laughed and laughed all the way to the mud bog where they filled up on leaves for lunch and nestled into the mud for a nap.
risibility – noun
criticaster – noun
The raucous laughter was a direct risibility of the inane criticism coming from the criticaster who was lambasting veterans as though he knew something about Viet nam veteran issues when he himself had never been exposed to such issues.
sidereal – adjective
symptom – noun
1. a change in the body or mind which indicates that a disease is present
2. a change which shows that something bad exists : a sign of something bad
‘Hey Lindy. My mom said I could spend the night tonight if I did my chores before soccer practice – Missy.’
‘Cool. See you at soccer at noon – Lindy.’
Glad that Lindy text her back, Missy made a bowl of instant oatmeal for breakfast. She took her bowl and the comic section of the newspaper into the dining room. She was ready for the day except for the chores she had left to do.
On the second bite, the spoon cut her tongue. Missy slammed the spoon into her bowl of oatmeal sending it to the floor.
“Clean that mess up Missy,” her mother said, passing through carrying a mop and bucket. “Oh and you have to clean your room, the litter box, dust the living room and dining room and clean the downstairs bathroom before you can stay over at Lindy’s tonight.”
“I know Mom,” Missy replied hitching her breath. Oatmeal slowly oozed over the floor. Lucky for Missy, the bowl did not break. Unlucky for Missy the dining room had carpeting and the mess was all over it If only I had eaten this in the kitchen, Missy thought.
She cleaned up the mess but it took her a good half an hour to get the oatmeal out of the carpet. With that self-made chore done, Missy hurried through the rest of her chores until she got to the dreaded one: cleaning the downstairs bathroom. She hated this chore because everyone in the house, including guests, used this bathroom the most. Her brother, Lewis, was lucky to have the upstairs bathroom to clean.
Missy grabbed a rag, squirted the toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and scrubbed the toilet with the toilet brush. As she was cleaning under the rim, cleaner flew from the brush landing in her eye.
“OWWWW!” she hollered. Temporarily blinded, she banged into the counter top trying to find the sink and knocked the glass soap dish on the floor, shattering it.
“Are you okay?” Lewis asked from the doorway. His view was Missy hunched over the sink splashing water into her eye. She looked at him with one eye squeezed shut so tight, she appeared to have only one eye.
“There’s glass everywhere Lewis and I got toilet bowl cleaner in my eye,” Missy the one eyed pirate replied.
“Gross,” Lewis said wrinkling his nose. He swept the glass up for her. “Glass is gone, gotta go,” Lewis said as he left.
“Thanks Lewis,” Missy said gratefully. She finished the bathroom.
An hour before practice, Missy relaxed reading her favorite magazine. She was reading all about her favorite boy band crush when her Mom hollered down the stairs to her, “Missy, your room is still a disaster area and we have to leave in five minutes to get you to soccer!” Irritated that she forgot to clean her room, Missy flung the magazine aside, giving herself a paper cut in the process. She picked the magazine back up and shredded it. Shards of glossy paper flew everywhere.
“Missy, please throw every piece in the recycling bin,” her mother said standing right behind her. “We have to go.”
Reluctantly, Missy picked up every piece of paper and recycled it.
“Hi Missy!” Lindy Michaels called out when Missy walked onto the soccer field.
“Hi Lindy!” Missy replied, happy to be at soccer practice. Her mother dropped her off right at noon.
“Okay players, let’s get started with ‘Dribble Around the Cone and Pass Relay Race,” Coach Summers announced.
Missy and Lindy kicked, passed, dribbled and ran for forty-five minutes.
“Hydrate kids,” Coach called out. The players took a ten minute drink break.
After break, Missy and the rest of the team worked on kicking into the goal. Missy lined up for her shot, ran up to the ball, and just as her foot passed forward to kick, she slipped, her feet flew out from beneath her and she landed flat on her back.
Coach Summers was by her side when she opened her eyes. “What is your name?” Coach asked her.
Missy thought a second. “Missy Daniels.”
“Very good. Can you sit up?” Coach asked next checking for symptoms of broken bones.
Missy moved her arms and legs and sat up. “I’m alright. I can stand up now.” Missy stood up, catching her breath as she did so.
“Good deal Missy,” Coach said to her and then to the team, “Show’s over, Daniels is okay. Let’s get back to goal kicking.”
Embarrassed, Missy stayed behind everyone brushing the tears from her eyes. She didn’t understand what was going on with her today.
“I didn’t see your overnight bag with you when you got dropped off. Are you still staying over?” Lindy asked at the end of practice.
“Well, if I get my room clean, my Mom said she would drop me off at your house. I had a rotten morning so far.” Missy explained.
“Okay, that sounds good. Get your room cleaned fast. Mom and I rented two creepy ghost movies for tonight.” Lindy said jumping up and down.
Missy laughed. “Okay, okay. I will.”
At home, Missy ate lunch with her family. As she was excusing herself to go to her room to clean it, her dad cleared his throat. This was never a good sign.
“Hthmm. Lewis, Missy, your grandparents will be here in an hour and they have some news for us all. You both need to stay home,” he said.
Lewis and Missy both argued but lost. Missy stomped up to her room. She was shoving stuff into her closet when she heard the doorbell ring. She heard her father shuffle to the door and then “We are so excited to tell you the good news.” It was her Grandma Willie’s voice. Next, she heard Lewis clomp down the stairs.
“Missy, your grandparents are here!” her Dad hollered up to her.
When her Grandma saw her, she gave Missy a bear hug.
“Wilhelmina, you’ll crush the poor girl,” her Grandpa Joe said rescuing her from her large grandmother’s embrace.
Missy hugged her Grandpa. “What’s the big news Grandpa?” she asked.
“Well now, let’s all grab a seat and your Grandma and I will explain everything,” he said smiling.
Everyone settled in the living room. Missy’s Mom brought out lemonade and lady fingers.
Grandma Willie started out, “You know your Grandpa and I are getting pretty old and cannot do as much for ourselves as we used to.”
Missy’s Mom sighed.
Her Grandma continued, “And you know how much we love to travel. Well, we don’t have much money left.” She looked down at the floor, pausing for dramatic effect. Then she heaved her shoulders and sighed.
“Mother, what exactly are you trying to tell us? Are you and Dad in a financial situation?” her father implored.
Grandma Willie continued to sigh and stare at the floor.
“Gracious sakes, Wilhemina, tell them,” her Grandpa boomed.
Grandma Willie looked up. “We bought a motor home and want take all of you with us on a three week trip out west before school starts.”
Lewis’s eyes bulged out of his head.
Missy ran to the front window looking for a motor home. Not seeing one in front of their house or in their driveway, she ran outside where to the left, down the street, was a huge bus! Pretty quick the whole family was outside beside her.
“That is why we do not have much money left son,” her Grandpa said, chuckling pointing to the bus/motor home. “We sold our house so we could travel. Paid cash for it. We knew you had a month of vacation to use up before the end of the year and since you never take vacation, we knew your family might want to go.”
Her Dad stood there wide-eyed. Her Mom stood there her mouth agape. Lewis ran down the street.
A few hours later vacation details were laid out, plans made and they were relaxing when Missy told Grandma Willie about her bad day.
When she finished, Grandma said, “Last night was a sidereal night, Missy. The sky was ablaze with shooting stars.”
“I know Grandma, I stayed up late watching them from my bedroom window.” Missy said.
“That’s what I figured when you told me about your bad day. You and I share our love of the stars. Your father too. He would stay up hours past his bedtime on nights when the sky was busy with activity. The next day would be full of mishaps for him. He always blamed it on the stars.”
Just then Missy jumped up, “Oh no, I forgot all about Lindy and spending the night at her house tonight. She’s going to be upset.”
Grandma Willie smiled, “Just tell her it was the stars fault because last night was a sidereal night.”
tenderfoot – noun
preprandial – adjective
In honor of the United States Supreme court ruling to allow same-sex marriage nationwide, I raise my drink for a preprandial toast to congratulate those couples! The strong and the tenderfeet stood together until the highest court stood with them.
Many communities are having celebrations this weekend in honor of this so find one and go have fun! Make it count!
ubiety – noun
Broadway itself is also considered a ubiety but the shows come and go and sometimes different theaters close down as well.
Central park, another ubiety, has been there since New York City was founded, but anything could happen to the Central Park Zoo, Strawberry Fields, the Mall and Literary Walk, etc., so if these are on your bucket list, then make plans to go soon as any natural or unnatural phenomenon could occur and take them away.
These of course are large scale examples of ubiety places. Smaller scale examples are in your area. (The Standard gas station that was at the corner of Main Street may have been a ubiety back in the day but is extinct now.) Take a road trip with the family. Find true ubieties, make note of them, like a time capsule, and in ten to twenty years, check on that time capsule and see if any of them still exist.
Have fun and stay safe on your travels.
ennui – noun
[ahn-wee, ahn-wee; French ahn–nwee]
Summer is officially here yet it came early for all the kids enrolled in public schools. Sadly, summer can a child become satiated with ennui.
The problem lies with too much idle time on their hands and possibly not enough structured time, especially if their parents work. Media toys, indoor gaming systems and the such keep kids from being kids too often and not being able to explore what their minds could come up with on their own.
Before technology became available to every household , kids played outside, came up with their own games and fun. Not that they didn’t get into trouble, but they learned something from the trouble they did get in.
What happened to the ingenuity kids once had? Technology cannot be blamed totally for the lack of it, because parents and caregivers give their kids that technology to use and play with. Therefore, parents cannot quantify technology as the sole cause of ennui their kids feel. Kids just need to know they do have the smarts to go outside of the technology surrounding them and come up with something new.
Kids need to be kids. Technology can take a back burner this summer. No cell phones, no gaming, no computers just good old-fashioned fun, like playing outdoor games, sports, swimming, bike riding, hiking, playing at the playground, board games, reading a book, arts and crafts, etc. Encourage them to use their imaginations even if it becomes messy. As long as they are safe, they are good to go.
The last thing any parent wants is for their kid to become slaves to technology… http://www.zdnet.com/article/your-children-are-slaves-to-their-smartphones/.
Fun, fantastic ideas await here if you want them. For specific ennui busters, check out these websites:
Have fun this summer and kick the summertime blues.