February 8th, 2010
|10:09 am - Bring Out Your Words! Bring Out Your Words!|
Yesterday was, according to various postings, Lurker Amnesty Day -- which really was Lurker Invitation Day, to be honest, asking folk to say hello.
But what did lurkers -- or regular commenters, for that matter -- get out of the deal?
So what I will say is this: comment on this post with a word, any word a'tall, and I will write you a sentence using that word. This offer applies to both those kind people who comment regularly and to those who once in a while stop and read the lists, tales of the Dog of the House, and occasional short fiction which make up this journal. :-)
Even if you don't comment, may you be struck with the perfect word for today!
As the flames shot high into the blue Terlingua sky, the judge fell writhing, burning, to the ground.
When they'd said Julio Martin's chili was incendiary, it hadn't been a figure of speech.
|Date:||February 8th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)|| |
The small green shoots curling out from the base of the seemingly dead tree were cool under her fingertips. She smiled, and anticipated rebirth at last.
|Date:||February 8th, 2010 03:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, that is just lovely!
The King, examining his fingernails in a cool, languid manner which fairly shouted his contemplation of the Duke's imprisonment to be followed by immediate execution, said, "My dear, can you do no better in lauding me?"
It's a thing, baby, said the old grey street cat to his mate, purring there in the dark. It's grabbing the fishbones as they fall out of the trash bag, it's warm wind in your fur, it's finding the hole in the fence and running toward the moon, baby, baby, it's grace.
Love it! Thank you, L!
::wanders off, singing "Stray Cat Strut"::
She balanced on the curb, feeling the battering winds of the cars rushing by, feeling the unevenness of pavement underneath her feet, shifting her weight, shifting her weight.
"It's 'cause I'm a princess, stupid," Lissa said, and with a flourish underlined the crown she'd drawn in purple crayon on her sneaker.
Now she was royal from head to foot.
"I wouldn't call it theft, exactly," the woman whispered, and she reached into him and closed spectral fingers around his heart, and so beautiful was she that he gave up love and life willingly.
(Which is both my word and my response to all the sentences above. Hugs for a Monday!)
"Glorious," the sales clerk said, "that bracelet's perfect for you, Madame!"
"Thank you," said Madame, "I'll take it," and she clicked her fingers and disappeared into the depths of the diamonds.
She had been following the rainbow for several minutes, and it had hovered out of reach, just out of reach...but then she leapt, and touched the violet light, and saw all the colors in the world.
There were, she thought as she bathed in the spectrum, all kinds of pilgrimages.
Ah! Lovely! :-) Which is also what I felt this evening when I stepped off the train as the sun was setting, the sky half lowering with snow, half still clear. An extraordinary sky.
A beautiful description. Thank you for sharing it! :-)
A little late, but 'serendipity'.
Two and a half sentences ;-) :
Janet always enjoyed the parrot who lived in a cage just outside the pet shop, but on this day, the bird's squawk surprised her so that she lost her balance, tripped, and fell--
Right at the feet of the best-looking human Janet had ever seen.
"Serendipity! Serendipity! Serendipity!" the parrot said again, and tapped its foot against the cage so that the metal rang.