Today's word of the day is: diminutive
Diminutive can be an adjective or a noun, and is defined as "extremely or unusually small" or "a smaller or shorter thing, in particular".
Bokoba offered a silent prayer to the Divine before Conarith powered on her latest invention. The chances of the machine's success were diminutive enough, but if her mother could walk away from this disaster in the making with all of her limbs intact, it would be a victory yet.
"Everyone, quiet!" Charlotte stood on her pedestal. "Today's issue is serious. The Verlac forces are at large. We need order and, most of all, a solution."
Despite her diminutive figure, Consul Charlotte emanated power. The amphitheater quieted down instantly.
Today's word of the day is: coalesce
Coalesce, which is a verb, is defined as to "come together and form one mass or whole" or "combine (elements) in a mass or whole".
Dr. Moonchild smiled as her patient took a seat on her couch. "Good morning, Conarith. How are you this fine Airday morning?"
Conarith offered a weak smile of her own. "Good morning, doctor. And not so well, unfortunately."
"Oh?"
"I fell off again last night."
Dr. Moonchild sighed. Although this was not the first time that her patient fell off the wagon, it was always disappointing to hear.
"Let's explore why, shall we?" she said with as much empathy as she could muster. "Is it the nightmares? The voices? Flashbacks?"
Conarith shook her head in the negative. "It's because all of my problems are coalescing into one giant, insurmountable problem, and I truly believe that I won't be able to handle this while sober."
Dr. Moonchild nodded and scribbled a note in her journal telling her to up her patient's dosage before encouraging Conarith to continue.
Today was going to be a long day.
Lin smiled at Phillipa. "You're a vital part of this, Pippa. Just as vital as Thomas and Ariana and all the people who work backstage. We need our Eliza." She bit her lip and weighed her options. After a moment, she smiled.
"I could never leave you cinnamon rolls alone."
Lin laughed. He picked up his pen and turned back to the letter he had been writing. In my opinion, theater isn't an art. Theater is fourteen art forms, and that flawless moment when they all coalesce in just the right way.
Daveed burst into the room. "Come on, Pip. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story."
I’ve always heard about that “moment”. The moment where it doesn’t matter that you and your deskmate hate each other, or that the trumpets can’t hold a tune to save their lives, or that the flutes are always slightly flat in that high note – the moment where the individual instruments cease to exist and coalesce together into the unified whole called “orchestra”. It’s meant to be magical.
Well, apparently our ragtag bunch of musicians didn’t get the memo that this was meant to be the moment we put aside our differences and sound amazing. Because we don’t. It doesn’t take a musical genius to hear what we’ve all known along – we’re not coalescent, we’re divided and disconnected. We sound like a motor accident in Kalkutta. Or rather, a series of consecutive motor accidents, because heaven forbid we actually come in at the right cue at the same time with the right note.
Let’s not get too ridiculous here.
Margot walked into the room, still smiling. But the moment she saw what lay in front of her, her smile disintegrated. A terrified scream escaped her lips and she took a step back.
Her footstep splattered the blood beneath her boot. The mess of blood, fabric and water coalesced into a revolting puddle that stained the polished marble flooring.
It's so good to see more people take a crack at this prompt. Good job everyone ⭐️
Today's word of the day is: ignoble
Ignoble, which is an adjective, is defined as "not honorable in character or purpose" or "of humble origin or social status".
Aldin could not understand for the life of him why he was chosen to become the next Royal Knight. It was true that he saved the princess' life from an untimely demise at the business end of an arrow, but that did not take much skill. All he did was jump in the way and get shot through the shoulder blade; something that he sorely regretted the moment it happened. He was of ignoble birth: his mother came from a fishing family, and his father was a humble blacksmith.
Least qualifying of all, Erin Aldin was an illegal, female soldier.
Alexander Hamilton wrote the Constitution and the Jay Treaty. He was the founder of USA's financial system and the New York Post. He was George Washington's Treasury Secretary, fought in the American Revolution, participated in the establishment of U.S Mint. He was born out of wedlock, and orphaned as a child.
Now look me in the eye and tell me that a person of ignoble beginnings cannot rise up.
Naomi was of an ignoble caste. Aaron knew it. And yet he loved her, despite his father's whippings and his mother's shouts and his adviser's scolding. He loved her. And he wanted it to be her who stayed with him through this, whatever the cost.
And so he took a deep breath and rounded the corner. His footsteps echoed loudly against the stone floor. As he approached her room, he heard voices.
"-choosing this! What about Astra?"
Then came Naomi's voice. "I know, Charles, I know, but I love him. Astra will understand."
He heard a sharp intake of breath. "And you don't love me?"
At that, Aaron felt a sharp pain in his heart. He peeked into the room. Naomi stood pressed against another man. Charles. It took a moment to register– this was unknown, this pain. He had never loved, and so had never felt heartbreak. He stumbled back, and Naomi heard him. She whipped around, eyes wide with terror. "Aaron, wait."
But he shook his head. "No. I'm not waiting any longer." And with his, he took off down the corridor at full speed, tears streaming down his stricken face.
Alexander Hamilton wrote the Constitution and the Jay Treaty. He was the founder of USA's financial system and the New York Post. He was George Washington's Treasury Secretary, fought in the American Revolution, participated in the establishment of U.S Mint. He was born out of wedlock, and orphaned as a child.
Now look me in the eye and tell me that a person of ignoble cannot rise up.
@Mila I see what you tried to do, but you used the word in the wrong form. The way you used the word, you turned it into a noun, and the noun form of ignoble is ignobility, so your sentence should have been: "Now look me in the eye and tell me that a person of ignobility cannot rise up."
Or, you could have said: "Now look me in the eye and tell me that a person of ignoble birth/standing/beginnings/etc. cannot rise up."
Or even: "Now look me in the eye and tell me that an ignoble person cannot rise up."
I hope this helps you moving forward!
Ah, I forgot a word!
Ah! I understand now. And I saw that I forgot to delete a word in my own vignette. That's why proofreading saves lives lol
Yeah no kidding ^^'
How do you make a word bold?
Two asterisks (**) on each side of the word/phrase/sentence
** test **
(with spaces removed) test
wow
Oh cool! I actually hadn't known either…
To italicize, just one asterisk (*)
Also, i just discovered how to make a bullet point! One asterisk (*) and a space
Huh, there so many cool tricks
Today's word of the day is: extrapolate
Extrapolate, which is a verb, is defined as "to infer (an unknown) from something that is known; conjecture".
Zela poured through her notes late one evening. She was so close to a breakthrough; she could feel it! She was sure that she was on the right path, but something was missing. From her research notes, Zela was able to extrapolate that the artifact that she was looking must be somewhere in the desert.
But where? That was the question of the hour. Maybe she just had to pick a spot and dig?
"No, that would be a waste of time, effort, and money," she mused to herself. "There's got to be an easier way."
After picking through page after page of her notes for hours on end, Zela's eyes began to wander. She settled on a book that was on her desk, one of Varian's older novels. It was one her favorites, the one where Lord Covendash explored some underground ruins in search of a famous jewel. Zela smiled fondly; she had always liked that story.
Suddenly, it all clicked.
"That's it!" the historian exclaimed excitedly before rushing off to the library.
Theo scowled at Adele as she lectured him on the rules of the exercise. All he wanted was a minute of calm, a minute to go check on Sienna. All he wanted was for her to shut up.
"So, Miss Dukes, what's the deal with Zoe? Is she like an ex or something?" Theo extrapolated. "Cause that level of tension doesn't come because you stole someone's lollipop."
Adele froze. "If you would be so very kind as to focus on the exercise at hand, Theo, it would be greatly appreciated," Adele she coldly.
Good, but part of the point is to come up with your own content. Of course, I'm happy that you grasped how to properly use the word, but the man point of this exercise is to help you incoporate better vocabulary into your stories. Just something to keep in mind for next time.
Today's word of the day is: pervade
Pervade, which is a verb, is defined as "to become spread throughout all parts of (something)".
Sunshine began to visibly salivate as the smell of fresh fuit pervaded the morning desert air. The creature flopped around and barked excitedly.
"It's breakfast time, Sunshine!" said Paprika with almost as much excitement. "But I guess you already knew that, huh?" She tossed some fruit to her seal, who was all too happy to gobble it up in nearly a single bite. "You want some, too, Forehead?"
The other seal in the pen, Forehead, lumbered over to Paprika, who brought down the basket of fuits to the creature's level. Forehead cautiously sniffed the contents before barking in agreement.
"Sheesh, Seras, your partner is just as picky as you," Paprika teased as she gave the woman beside her a slight nudge.
Seras neglected to respond to her sister's comments.
(I changed the extrapolate prompt)
Tomas edged closer to the pool. Lina was distracted, tending to the little pink flowers lining the path to the back garden. He picked up a bucket, scooped up some water and approached Lina from behind.
"Hey, Tom, do you think-" she started, but before she could finish Tomas lunged and poured the contents of the bucket over her head. Lina stood, scared, gasping, as the cool water pervaded her clothes.
"Why you little…" she said breathlessly. Tomas giggled and started walking away backwards. She went to run after him, and he turned and sprinted.