This week, the Manic Monday work is swing.Due to migraine headaches, I didn't get my Three Word Thursday post finished, so today I am finishing it as part of Manic Monday. (Can you say "multi tasking"?)
Three Word Thursday #13Each week, Quilly gives us three words to write into a story. Oh, they're not just any words, not words you'd hear/see ever day. Nope, these are obscure words, endangered words. Before we can write to these words, we have to find them on the internet so as to find out their meaning so they can be used properly. This week's words are our choice. We get to use minimum 3 words from past TWTs:
comity
[kom-i-tee ~ noun, plural -ties]
1 - mutual courtesy; civility.
2 - Also called comity of nations. courtesy between nations, as in respect shown by one country for the laws, judicial decisions, and institutions of another.
perspicacious
[pur-spi-key-shuh
s]
having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning: to exhibit perspicacious judgment. Archaic. having keen vision.
jibber
[Jib"ber]
A horse that jibs.
jib
1 - to move restively side wise or backward instead of forward, as an animal in harness; balk.
fracas
[frey-kuhs; Brit. frak-ah]
- a noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl; uproar
[kom-i-tee ~ noun, plural -ties]
1 - mutual courtesy; civility.
2 - Also called comity of nations. courtesy between nations, as in respect shown by one country for the laws, judicial decisions, and institutions of another.
perspicacious
[pur-spi-key-shuh
s]having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning: to exhibit perspicacious judgment. Archaic. having keen vision.
jibber
[Jib"ber]
A horse that jibs.
jib
1 - to move restively side wise or backward instead of forward, as an animal in harness; balk.
2 -to balk at doing something; defer action; procrastinate.
3 - a horse or other animal that jibs.fracas
[frey-kuh
s; Brit. frak-ah]- a noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl; uproar
mellifluous
1 - sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding: a mellifluous voice; mellifluous tones.
2 - flowing with honey; sweetened with or as if with honey.
Bart was a very peaceful, perspicacious man who, having done years of study on the matter, believed that we all create our own experiences in life, both good and bad, simply by what and how we think. Therefore, when a fracas broke out at the wedding he was attending, he silently melted into the shadows of the darkening woods, choosing to go for a walk rather than getting involved with other people's issues. Some people may have judged him harshly, calling him a coward, or a jibber, and Bart knew that was 'their stuff', and it was up to him to live his life as he chose... and he chose peace & love.
As Bart walked through the woods, he listened to the sounds of the animals ending their day, and other animals just starting theirs. Being in tune with nature brought joy to his heart and soul. Suddenly, he heard something that was just as beautiful as the wild creatures, yet different, a mellifluous sound that caught his attention and called to him to follow it. As he entered a clearing in the woods, he saw a most alluring young woman, sitting on a swing in the dusky light. She was softly singing a song he'd not heard before and she had the most wondrous voice he'd ever heard.
She sat there on her swing, singing and watching him as he observed her, in the ever deepening dark of night. Feeling as if under a magic spell, Bart crossed the grassy clearing, unsure if he walked or floated, until he stood beside the woman. Still singing her song, she looked up at him as their eyes met and held for a time. Then, in a natural comity, born of the magic, he stepped behind her and ever so gently began to push the swing, moving her forward and back... forward and back, as the notes of her song continued to float off into the night.
Eventually, the song came to an end and the young couple moved to sit together on a blanket not far from the swing. Maggie shared her bountiful picnic with Bart as they sat and talked the hours away. After eating fried chicken, potato salad, sausage roles, cheese sandwiches and a most glorious peach pie, Bart was stunned when Maggie washed down pills with her wine... what she claimed to be the "best diet pills", even offering him some for "desert".
Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and the sky seemed to break right open, dumping a heavy rain down upon the earth. Bart started to help Maggie pack up the picnic only to have her tell him "Oh, don't bother with that, the maid will come for it in a while."
"It was nice to meet you Maggie," Bart said as he stood there with rivers of water running down his face, the magic spell now totally broken, "and I had best be off now, back to what's left of the wedding." With that, he walked back into the woods in the direction from which he had come.
As Bart walked through the woods, he listened to the sounds of the animals ending their day, and other animals just starting theirs. Being in tune with nature brought joy to his heart and soul. Suddenly, he heard something that was just as beautiful as the wild creatures, yet different, a mellifluous sound that caught his attention and called to him to follow it. As he entered a clearing in the woods, he saw a most alluring young woman, sitting on a swing in the dusky light. She was softly singing a song he'd not heard before and she had the most wondrous voice he'd ever heard.
She sat there on her swing, singing and watching him as he observed her, in the ever deepening dark of night. Feeling as if under a magic spell, Bart crossed the grassy clearing, unsure if he walked or floated, until he stood beside the woman. Still singing her song, she looked up at him as their eyes met and held for a time. Then, in a natural comity, born of the magic, he stepped behind her and ever so gently began to push the swing, moving her forward and back... forward and back, as the notes of her song continued to float off into the night.
Eventually, the song came to an end and the young couple moved to sit together on a blanket not far from the swing. Maggie shared her bountiful picnic with Bart as they sat and talked the hours away. After eating fried chicken, potato salad, sausage roles, cheese sandwiches and a most glorious peach pie, Bart was stunned when Maggie washed down pills with her wine... what she claimed to be the "best diet pills", even offering him some for "desert".
Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and the sky seemed to break right open, dumping a heavy rain down upon the earth. Bart started to help Maggie pack up the picnic only to have her tell him "Oh, don't bother with that, the maid will come for it in a while."
"It was nice to meet you Maggie," Bart said as he stood there with rivers of water running down his face, the magic spell now totally broken, "and I had best be off now, back to what's left of the wedding." With that, he walked back into the woods in the direction from which he had come.
The Week Fourteen words will be: quiddle; uxorious; glabrous
The word for next week's Manic Monday won't be revealed until next Friday.
The word for next week's Manic Monday won't be revealed until next Friday.
1 comment:
We will wait. You rest.
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