Welcome to the fifth and final weekly challenge for July, where the theme is Expand Your Vocabulary.
Last week, we looked at words starting with lonely consonants, and before that words created by other authors, from other languages, and words from Olde English.
German has given us wonderfully expressive words to describe what English fails miserably to do. We have “Schadenfreude”, “Torschlusspanik”, “Backpfeifengesicht”, “Fremdschämen”, and “Handschuhschneeballwerfer”, to name but a few.
I’m sure that you’ll be seeing story after story after story ad nauseam about The Medium Writers Challenge in the upcoming days and weeks, but I’m here to jump the gun.
The prime points of the contest seem to be:
Being in your bare feet is no fun when you drop a whiskey bottle on the floor. I tiptoe gingerly around the broken bottle, as I have no desire to have a tetanus shot. Needles freak me out. Maybe that’s why I’m a drunk, and not a junkie. I guess that’s the silver lining from my multitude of issues. Being a drunk, not a junkie. Yeah! Go team!
At least I killed that soldier. Drained her dry. As empty as my soul. …
President Harris, a former Space Marine and the first person with confirmed kills in “The War”, is still Space Marine fit, and Space Marine strong, long after her active duty ended. Standing 6'2" in her early forties, her imposing physicality and military demeanor make her the obvious leader in a room of gray, balding, paunchy bureaucrats, all in at least their fifties.
“They offer peace,” Senior Advisor Pent, one of the balding, pudgy bureaucrats, states.
“Why would they? They’ve kicked our asses clear across two galaxies for twenty years. Peace? Why stop now? And at what price? Get me answers…
I took the photo for this article on the kitchen island/bedroom wall for my open concept 200 square foot Parkdale bachelor apartment. I loved that apartment, despite its minuscule size (and minuscule rent — $550/month), but life has dealt me some blows that require me to live elsewhere. You grieve the loss, but you move on. I only used the overhead fluorescent light for illumination, so there are shadows I hate, but I love the picture, anyway. I love it almost as much as I loved that cup of coffee. …
The Ignominy Saga
Chapter 1: Kidnapped!
Chapter 2: Preparing for War
Chapter 3: Earning Their Respect (to come)
Harr’ug crawls out of the rotting log, “I must get to the town meeting. Tell them about poor Muglug. Avenge his taking!”
He looks down to where he last saw his dear old friend and spies Muglug’s still smoldering pipe. He reaches down and grabs the smoking pipe. “I must return this to him when we rescue him.”
With a deft pinch of his thumb and forefinger, he douses the smoke and slips the pipe into his bag. “I must hurry, off…
Welcome to the fourth weekly challenge for July, where the theme is Expand Your Vocabulary.
Last week, we looked at words created by other authors, and before that words from other languages, and words from Olde English.
This week, we’re going to look to the alphabet to be our inspiration.
There are letters that get more love than others. It isn’t fair, so let’s change it.
Your story must: