Three Word Thursday

Three Word Thursday #5

Quilly has started a fun new challenge for those of us that like to write. What is it about? We are given 3 rarely used, or old, outdated words to find the meanings for and then use in a story. Not only is it fun to write to this challenge, but also to visit other bloggers who have written to it too, and read their stories.



Here the three words for this week:

hitonious:
A word, usually used in a humorous context, that means beyond horrid. Use it when something is horrid, hideous, and horrendous combined.
As an adjective: hitonious
As a noun: hitoniousness, hitoniosity
As an adverb: hitoniously
(Urban Dictionary)

teterrimous:
most foul
(Save the Words)

mellifluous:

1.	sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding: a mellifluous voice; mellifluous tones.

2.	flowing with honey; sweetened with or as if with honey.

(Dictionary.com)


Well, I'm running dry here, folks. Nothing is coming to me. I've had a headache most of the day, then after a trip to the chiropractor I had Spiritual Fitness class, always good yet 'heavy'. I'm tired and have to pee so bad the cat is almost floating. (hope that wasn't too teterrimous).

I must go for now, though I promise to return just as soon as is humanly possible and write a story for you to read. I'm sure that with a good sleep a story will flow through my fingers with ease.



"Starkle starkle, little twink
Who you are, how I think.
I'm not under the affluence of incohol
As many thinkles peep..."

Lord how she wished the drunk at the bar would shut up!! She'd had a headache all day long and was not in the mood for listening to off key attempts at singing. The guy obviously thought he was impressing the bar maid, but in Ecila's mind, the only impression the guy was making was a bad one.

Ecila really needed this drink. Not that she was a drinker usually, but tonight she needed a drink.... or 3. For someone who drank as much as Ecila did, 3 drinks should have her well 'under the table', or so she hoped. She needed something to help numb things up.

The day had started out pretty much as days usually started out. Ecila had woken up still tired, likely more tired than she had been when she went to bed, had forced herself to get out of bed before she fell back to sleep, went to the washroom and then to the kitchen to make her breakfast. Listening to the mellifluous notes of uplifting, spiritual music, she had sat down on her favorite arm chair to meditate. Deep, deep into the meditation she went and that is when things started to go crazy!

Ecila was unceremoniously ripped from her peace by a loud BANG!! followed by the howling of the neighbor's dog. She quickly exited her arm chair, then her home as she walked outside to see what was going on. What she found was teterrimous, oh yes, even hitonious! Oh, that poor man, she hadn't realized a human body could be so..... NO! She couldn't let herself think of it now. She was working at numbing her mind, disolving that picture now imprinted onto her mind. Oh, she knew that death itself is a part of all life, and that while the body dies, the soul never can... but to die like that!!

"One more please!" she signaled the bar maid, and soon began to drink that third drink. "I might need a fourth one," she thought to herself, "it's not gone yet."

Ring... RIIINNNNGGGGGG..... the phone at the bar started to shrill loudly. RiNNNNGGGG. Was no one going to answer that stupid thing? RINGGGGGG!! She was about to yell to the bar maid and tell her to answer that fuc, errr, stupid phone, but realized the bar maid was gone. The drunk guy singing that song was gone. In fact, the whole bar on the beach was gone!! What the???

This is when she snapped awake, realizing in a moment that she had fallen asleep meditating and it was her own phone ringing. Oh NO!! It was likely her boss, calling to say she was late for work... again!!


Ahhhh, and finally there it is. The pencil helped a lot more than the police tape did. Thanks so much for your patience, everyone.

The Week Six words will be: sternutation; zoilist; anopisthograph