Today's word of the day is: lackadaisical
Lackadaisical, which is an adjective, "lacking enthusiasm and determination; carelessly lazy".
Paprika sighed at her sister's lackadaisical response to the idea of going out on the town.
"Seras, you can't just stay inside all the time," she whined. "You need to go out and meet people!"
"There's nothing for me out there," Seras said as she turned over in her bed and pulled her cover over herself. "Have fun, sis."
Felicia frowned at her lackadaisical daughter. "Honey, I said Disneyland."
Cookie grunted. "Cool."
Felicia grabbed the iPad from the girl's hands. "Are you listening to me? We're going to Disneyland," she repeated. Cookie's eyes widened.
"Oh, my god, SERIOUSLY?" she squealed. Felicia rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile.
"Seriously." Cookie launched herself at her and hugged her hard.
Today's word of the day is: judicious
Judicious, which is an adjective, is defined as:
General Eric smiled to himself as he watched his lieutenant hurry off to carry his latest orders. Eric could not be more lucky to have his cousin on his side; there was no man on all of the Goddess' green earth who was more studious and judicious as he when it came to running an army. Eric was not too proud to admit it…to himself, at least.He was self-aware enough to know that if he had to run things for one day without his Lt. General, the queen's army would be all the worse for it. However, Eric considered himself to be shrewd and cunning in his own right. After all, whom other than himself would have been able to look past his cousin's indiscretions to recognize his talents, and then put them to use?
Eric had failed to think of anyone else who could.
As a side note, sorry that I'm so terrible at keeping the Day count up-to-date. I'm sure you all have noticed by now 🤦🏽
(SORRY I missed yesterday, rough day)
Aspen walked along the corridor, starched uniform stiff and uncomfortable. And yet he needed to stay judicious. Jamie wasn't doing well and it was his job to make sure she healed.
(AND sorry this is so short can't stay for long)
Don't even worry about it @Amber There's no obligation to do this every single day, this is just an exercise to help out anyone who needs or wants it. And you can make your example as long or as short as you want (I know I've skimped on it more than once), this isn't school lol.
In fact, IIRC, my example for lackadaisical was just as short.
OK lol thanks XD
Today's word of the day is: palpitate
Palpitate, which is a verb, is defined as:
Paprika cried out in shock as she and her partner, Sunshine, narrowly avoided a collision with another racer.
"Wow, this whole Grand Prix thing is intense!" she exclaimed. "Are you ok, Sunshine?"
The seal popped his head out of the sand to offer a loud, confirming bark.
"Where'd you learn a word like 'palpitation'?" Paprika asked. "Eh, doesn't matter. But yeah, my heart's pounding, too. What a rush!"
The object palpitated in her hand. She tightened her grip on it and it burst into dust. She looked up in shock. "Um, Connor? I think I broke the fuzzy fuzz fuzzball." He looked up, annoyed.
"Again, Red? Just, put everything down and keep your hands off of everything." She nodded and went to a shelf. It was full of vials, one of which she grabbed off and uncorked.
Today's word of the day is: facet
Facet, which is a noun, is defined as an "aspect {or} phase".
Conarith fell to her knees and lowered her head to the ground. "I swear to you, I will worship and praise and honor you with every facet of my being, oh Great Goddess!"
The Goddess smiled and gently nudged Conarith to sit back up. "And I swear to you that I will afford you the same love and protection and warmth that I give to all the people and creatures of this earth, even if you are not of us. All you have to do is promise me one thing."
"Anything," Conarith said immediately. "I would do anything for you."
"Promise me that you will live your life to its fullest potential," said the Goddess, "and promise me that you will use your faith and power to help others as I have helped you."
Today's word of the day is: retrograde
Retrograde, which is an adjective and a verb, is defined as:
Adjective
Verb
Conarith stared forlornly out the window at her children playing with their father. How could she bring herself to tell them that her mental state was being to retrograde? That the nightmares were coming back clearer than ever before?
Today's word of the day is: disingenuous
Disingenuous, which is an adjective, is defined as "lacking in frankness, candor, or sincerity; falsely or hypocritically ingenuous; insincere"
Conarith scoffed at the queen's explanation for her betrayal. She could hardly believe how disingenuous her former friend was being. The witch could have been outright lied to, and that would have been better than whatever the queen believed this to be. The ex-General trying to make excuses for his monstrosity was less insulting than this.
"Spare me your century-old platitudes," said Conarith. "If this is what you think passes as an apology, then you just wasted our time."
Nathan swallowed hard. "I didn't do anything," Nathan said disingenuously.
Illoya grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his feet. "You lie." She smiled her dazzling smile, gorgeous as ever. Nathan averted his eyes.
"I am not lying. Lillian talked me into it," he said quietly.
Illoya let him go and he fell to the floor, panting. She chuckled, kicked him across the room and walked away.
Today's word of the day is: hegemony
Hegemony, which is a noun, is defined as:
Dinah gazed northward as her legacy burned around her, her fists clenched in rage.
Why did this happen? Everything was going so smoothly. Her girls were happy; her customers were happy; she was happy. But of course, the Kingdom would never allow someone with just a fraction of power have an inch of happiness under its watch. The hegemony had to be protected, after all. Even if the Queen refused to admit it in the public political sphere, her iron grip on the land was as unforgiving as her armies.
As Dinah stood among the ashes of her former home, she made a solemn vow.
"Even if it costs me my life," she whispered before turning her back on everything that she once knew and loved, "those bastards will pay for what they've done to us."
Lia had a natural skill when it came to hegemony. She could make a troop of men follow her to war with a word. A single word.
And she'd done it. She'd led them to battle and had witnessed every single one of their deaths first hand. It wasn't something she'd soon forget.
Today's word of the day is: surmount
Surmount, which is a verb, is defined as:
Warning: mentions of blood and body horror
After surmounting the first horse that she could get her hands on, Lyra sped off into the night. Her bones were beginning to crack, and she could feel her insides twist and rebel, but she pressed on. The pain was almost unreal, and the blood that ran from her eyes blinded her, but all she could do was hope that her body working double time to heal her would be enough. As the ice threatened to seal her throat for the third time in as many minutes, Lyra pressed on.
She had to get home.
No matter what horrors the Divine had planned for her in the ensuing hours for her insolence, Lyra had to save her sister.
Today's word of the day is: corroborate
Corroborate, which is a verb, is defined as "to make more certain; confirm"
"You there," General Eric snapped at a random, hapless guard. "Can you corroborate this woman's story?"
The guard opened his mouth to deny it, but the glare that Conarith sent his way was so unnerving that the truth burst from his lips. "Yes, sir! Everything that she said that happened is true, sir!"
Conarith gave the General an acknowledging glance as he pursed his lips.
"Very well," he said. "On the behalf of my men, I apologize for their sordid behavior against your daughters."
Janie stood there in shock at what her friend had just said. "You were there! How can you NOT corrobate the truth! YOU WERE THERE! YOU SAW IT HAPPEN!!" Clara sighed and stared at the ground. "It was just a dream, Janie. Nobody else remembers this so called 'adventure' you keep pestering us about. Not me, not Andrew, not even Schuyler, who has the best memory of all of us." "No!!" Exclaimed a hysterical Janie. "YOU'RE ALL LYING!! IT HAPPENED, I SAW IT, YOU SAW IT!! STOP DENYING IT! JUST, STOP…" She yelled as she fell to the floor, sobbing. "Just, stop…"
Today's word of the day is: blithe
Blithe, which is an adjective, is defined as:
Zela blithely walked down the street, a book clutched firmly in her arms. Today was finally the day that V.E. Silver released the next installment of Lord Covendash's Adventures, and she was among the first to get her hands on a copy.
As she made her way through Central City, she went over her plan on how to prevent her family from bothering her.
The twins were simple; they kept to themselves, anyway. It was possible that her mother wanted Zela to watch over Dinah, but she was sure that it would not be too much of a hassle to convince Bokoba to do it. After all, her sister owed her a favor.
Lyra would be a tad more difficult. She was an unstoppable force of annoying. She was absolutely dedicated to putting her grubby fingers up Zela's nose, and that may or may not have been proverbial.
But Zela was ready for her. Normally, she would have just frozen her younger sister where she stood, but their mother had been cracking down on her for that. So instead, Zela decided that the best way to get rid of her sister would be to convince her that there was treasure buried in Crenel Hills, and give her a real enough looking map to it. As much as she loved her sister, Zela would be the first to admit that Lyra was a bit of an idiot. Between that and her insatiable lust for adventure, Lyra would fall for this hook, line, and sinker.
At least, Zela hoped that she would.
⚠️Warning⚠️: possibly triggering topics, gets dark quick.
Alex loved Fridays. It was the last day of the school week, or, torture week, as he liked to call it. All school week he was pounded by bullies, both verbally and physically, hounded by horrible teachers and burdened with piles of homework he could never keep up with.
Friday was always test day, which, granted, he wasn't very good at tests, but it signalled the end of homework, teachers and bullies for the week. He greatly anticipated the bell, and when it rang, he ran blithely through the hallways and down the street. Then, he remembered his only problem.
His abusive stepfather at home.
He had two whole days of torture ahead of him. The problems had started last month. His father descended into alcohol, and became easily angered and aggressive. He started beating Alex worse than the bullies at school ever could. Alex didn't want to go back to that, ever.
He tenderly touched the bruises on his forearm, deciding what to do. "Well, I guess,this is my only option…" He muttered as he turned to the direction of the police station. "It's either that, or death. I'll probably die either way…" He shuffled toward the police station, hoping it would solve everything. If not, there was always plan B.
The 15 foot tall bridge in Flora Park.
A new student! Thank you for joining us! I was starting to worry that my thread was becoming irrelevant. I must say, you're pretty good at this ⭐️ All I ask for next time is that you give a warning beforehand if you're writing about possibly triggering topics; I was really blindsided how dark you got.
Oh okay, sorry. 👌(￣ ￣) and thanks! I try my best. :3 I'll add that now.
Today's word of the day is: fallacy
Fallacy, which is a noun, is defined as:
Warning: coarse language
"Allow me to dismantle the fallacy that is your entire thought process," said Zela, not even bothering to put down her book. "In order for me to have tricked you, there would have to had been a deception in the first place. Did I or did I not explain to you the circumstances?"
"Well, yeah, but-" Lyra began, but Zela cut her off.
"And did you or did you not decide to do it of your own volition?" she asked.
"Whatever," Lyra mumbled.
"Well then, I rest my case," said Zela. "You cannot blame me for you running head-first into trouble. You were all for it then, but now that you have to deal with the consequences of your actions, and you're mad."
Lyra gave her sister an annoyed look. "You know what, Zela? You're a bitch."
Zela rolled her eyes. "If you say so. Now, go fall out of a tree or whatever it is that you do; I'm trying to read."
Lyra swelled up in anger, her face as crimson as their hair. Before she could think, she grabbed her sister's book and threw it out the open window.
Ella stared in confusion at her friend. "But that is a raging fallacy! You can't steal something and use an excuse like that to make it okay! IT'S A LIE!! Now go return that!" "It's only a bag of chocolate chips. It's not THAT important… and yes, I can use an excuse like that because it IS true." Danielle replied as she stuffed the bag into a small purse that she then slung over her shoulder.
"Stop! Put it back! And yes, it IS important! You stole something, which is against the law! I wouldn't be a good friend if I let you get away with it!! Either you put it back, or I call the police!" Ella took out her phone, turned it on and pressed 9. "I don't want to have to do this, but I cannot let you become a criminal." "I'm not a criminal! It's just one bag of chocolate chips! Besides, we're friends! We're supposed to keep secrets and keep each other out of trouble! Just, put the phone down!" Danielle backed up a few steps, hid the purse, and started to turn around.
"No!" Ella cried as she dialled 1. "I won't let you get away with this!" "Grow up!" Said Danielle as she walked away. "Stop watching so many cheesy super hero shows." She walked away, but heard the tone of a phone dialling. "Hey!!" She cried as she whipped around. "I thought we were friends!" "We are friends." Ella replied smoothly as she lifted the phone to her ear. "That's why I won't let you do this." "Whatever!" Yelled Danielle. "They won't care!" She said as she ran away.
Ella cried silent tears as she told the operator everything that had happened, and every detail about her friend. She hung up, and broke down crying when she heard sirens in the distance. "It's for her own good, right?" Ella didn't know if the sirens were for her friend, but she still regretted her choice. She went home, sat on her couch and ate ice cream until she forgot about what happened.
She fell asleep, but had nightmares about that night, and would always regret what she had done. Every night after that, she had nightmares, getting worse and worse, until she could barely sleep.
Today's word of the day is: amplify
Amplify, which is a verb, is defined as:
"She's pretty cute", said Api, referring to a slim, pale young woman with pink lips and cute hips. "Think I have a chance?"
"In your dreams," said Lyra. She grinned at her friend and patted his chest. "Watch this."
Lyra got the woman's attention with a shout amplified by her hands. As soon as the woman looked up, Lyra made dreadfully loud kissing noises, suggestively licked her lips, and winked, causing the poor stranger to blush bright pink and sharply turn away. Api shook his head as his friend sulked.
"Pro-tip," he said. "If it wouldn't work for me, it damn well won't work for you."
I'll admit that I cheated this time around, but I'm tired lol.
Alexandra knew that she would never be heard above the din of the room. She HAD to find Cierra, though. Lost in thought, she shuffled around the room until she bumped into someone. "O-Oh! Sorry!" She said, turning bright red and looking at the ground. "Watch where you're going!!" The stranger shouted at her. That's when she got and idea. She ran to the middle of the room, cupped her hands and amplified her voice. "CIERRA, MEET ME IN THE BEATHROOM!!!" She screamed at the ceiling. Then, she snuck her way to the bathroom and waited for her friend to come.
Sarryah paced the room, waiting for Bethany. The sound of Iyeecia's sleeping purr was //amplified// in the empty room by the high ceilings until it seemed like the room itself was throbbing. The older girl wasn't in her bed, nor her bathroom, nor the Fire Closet. Where /was/ she? Multitudinous terrifying thoughts cycle through her head. Bethany was a Light Blue; that made her a target. Maybe not as high as an Amber, but a target all the same. Light though she was, surely there was lighter. She could've been taken; it was possible, if not plausible. And if that were what had happened… what would Head Master Patryc say? What would he DO? Sarryah shivers, and lifts a plea to Hyacha that the girl was safe. And, preferably, close by.
🎊🎉Happy 30th Day Anniversary, y'all!🎉🎊
I can't believe it's been a whole month since I first started this thread! And without missing a single day, too. I'll admit, I was gonna stop here, especially when all my usual suspects stopped posting, but since I see that people are still interested, I'll just keep riding this train til the gas runs out, baby 🛤🚂🚋🚋🚋🚋🚋🛤 As long as a single person finds this helpful, I'll be here.
(And besides, what else am I supposed to do with my time?)
Today's word of the day is: audacious
Audacious. which is an adjective, is defined as:
If there was one word that Mrs. Swifte could use to describe her new protege, besides stupid, it would have to be audacious. While the child had the good sense of a brain-dead housefly, she had the heart and daring of an adventurer.
The old confectioner watched as her unexpected apprentice dutifully ventured out into the heat of the summer's day to run her errands, carefully tiptoeing around the multitudes of bear traps in the lawn as if it were just a normal weekday. Well, it was to Mrs. Swifte, but even she was surprised at how quickly Lyra got accustomed to her eccentric and unreasonable lifestyle.
All this just to learn how to make some candy. While Mrs. Swifte was sure that it was every child's dream to be able to cozy up to the local confectioner for free treats, she imagined that even children with the sweetest of teeth would draw the line at the bear-trap gauntlet. And yet Lyra braved it everyday, sometimes multiple times a day, just so that she could learn how to make the odd caramel or sugar rock from the crankiest old goat this side of the river.
If she could say nothing else about her young, stupid apprentice, Mrs. Swifte had to admit that she admired the girl's tenacity.
Evangeline knew her parter was reckless, but certainly not as audacious as she was yesterday.
"How could you say something like that to the council?" "What? It was the truth! Besides, the council is just a group of old geezers." Amethyst slumped to the ground and started doing her nails.
"How can you be so calm and.. and carefree! You almost started a war yesterday!" Evangeline exclaimed while animatedly gesturing at Amethyst, painting her nails a pastel violet.
"Honestly, now, a war would probably be a good thing." Amethyst pointed out while examining her handiwork.
Evangeline slumped into her favourite armchair. "You're probably right. But you can't just take wild risks like that!"
"Why not?" Fired back Amethyst. "It worked this time, so stop worrying so much."
Today's word of the day is: congenial
Congenial, which is an adjective, is defined as:
Although she was not what one would call a conventional housewife, Conarith always strived to be the best homemaker that she could be. Between her grumpy and constantly brooding husband, her six children, and the thousands of her husband's minions that lived in the basement and could barely take care of themselves, Conarith had her work cut out for herself. She cooked and she cleaned, got the children ready in the morning and prevented the minions from killing themselves, all the while staying as congenial as possible. After all, it would not do to complain and bring down the mood; the children did not need that kind of negativity.
I posted even though I feel terrible? 👑Queen of Consistency👑
Today's word of the day is: ingenuity
Ingenuity, which is a noun, is defined as:
Warning: vague mention of intimacy
On Mother's Day, it is customary for young women who are trying to conceive for the first time to eat a special stew known as "moon soup". The stew is packed with fertility-boosting ingredients and is said to be blessed by the Goddess Herself, so any young mother-to-be would be a fool not to partake in this sacred ritual. For their husbands, "sun soup" on Father's Day is the way to go. Just has the moon soup helps when with fertility, sun soup boosts virility and performance in bed, and is equally blessed. However, for those who have the patience and the means, or the ingenuity, to do so, it is encouraged for the women to save their moon soup until Father's Day. It is said that when the two soups are consumed together, the Goddess smiles upon the couple, and a pregnancy is all but assured.