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Save A Word Saturday 8

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(Full rules here : The Feather & the Rose)
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely old words.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme chosen for the week.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life.

My chosen words:

babag
n. – an argument

labefy: vto weaken

The theme was Exhaustion

An Evening Out : 

There was a howl, a quick staggering lurch, and next, across the glade rolled what looked like a cartwheel wrapped in a large furcoat.

Some struggling, heaving and gnashing of teeth later, the wheel split apart: two wolves, baying at each other, face to face, circling in the low evening light.  Their babag continued, but more vocally now, growl with growl, snarl with snarl, gradually turning to a whining that was almost comprehensible. Indeed, became words. Rather gravelly ones, but distinct, nevertheless.

‘Well? Have you decided?’ said the one to the other, his voice hoarse, labefied with all the arguing.

‘I have. We go to the river.’

They stood up on hind legs. Limbs straightened into human arms, thighs and feet, and the two werewolves padded off into the shadows, still snapping at each other. ‘It won’t wash off the smell, you know.’ ‘I say it will.’ ‘I told you to leave that garlic alone…’ And so on.

English: Possible representation of the Werewo...

English: Possible representation of the Werewolf Español: Representación de un Hombre lobo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The moon rose high and three bats floated across the glade.

Sniff,sniff went one of them. ‘Can you smell that?’

‘Ugh, someone’s been eating garlic. Come away dear, we’ll look elsewhere for our snack…’ Mrs Drack flapped her wings a little harder and led the way across the sky, her husband complaining as they went : ‘Must we fly much further ? Only I am beginning to feel quite worn out … I am convinced I have an attack of nervous exhaustion coming on….’

British bats

British bats (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Save a Word Saturday 7

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(Full rules here : The Feather & the Rose)
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely old words.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme chosen for the week.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life.

Drat – I left it too late again… and cannot find next week’s page yet. Never mind, I have posted even so… couldn’t resist the scorpion theme …

My chosen words:

obdormition
n. – numbness or ‘going to sleep’ of a limb, etc.

objurgationn. a rebuke

The theme was Scorpions

A couple sat by the hearth, he was reading, she was sewing. A boy in purple pyjamas was hopping from one foot to the other, peering through a long narrow window at the night sky. Every so often he let out a tiny squeak.

‘Windy tonight,’ remarked Mrs Drack.

‘Hmmm,’ replied her husband, deeply absorbed in his book.

‘Jack got into trouble today,’ said her son, peering through the narrow window.

‘What was he doing?’

‘Eating scorpions.’

His father nodded his head sagely. ‘Ruinous for digestion. Why not stick to mice and frogs?’

‘Said he wanted to try something different. Can I have a spider?’

‘Another spider? The child will burst his buttons – you had plenty at dinner,’ said his mother.

The boy rubbed his tummy. ‘Not any of the big ones. I like the big ones. If I can’t have a spider, then I shall go and eat a scorpion –‘ His mother raised her hands in protest. ‘Didn’t you hear what your father just said about digestion?’

‘But –‘

‘Silence, infant!’ bellowed his father, ‘and go and polish your fangs!’

‘Yes, indeed, dear, it is long past bedtime,’ added his mother.

Ignoring their objurgations, the boy wrinkled his nose and stared out through the window. He squeaked again. His mother sighed and looked at his father. ‘Well?’

‘Well?’ he replied.

‘I suppose a late snack won’t do too much harm… as long as we let it go down first…’

Mr Drack got up, then winced. ‘I sense a certain obdormition in my  left leg; comes of sitting too long. Very well, let us be off.’

A few minutes later three bats flew out of the turret via the long, narrow window.

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Save a Word Saturday 6

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(Full rules here : The Feather & the Rose)
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely old words.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme chosen for the week.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life.

My chosen words:

ramiferous
adj. – bearing branches. ramiform, adj. branch-alike.

facinorous
adj. – extremely wicked; depraved; infamous

& this week’s theme is:

Earlobes

 

‘Whooooo….’

‘Who, indeed?’ joked Mr Gracious , a little nervously.

‘Pay no attention. There are tales of a phantom that haunts the place, but really, it is nothing more than an owl,’ said the host to his guest anxiously, as he placed a lighted candle on the table before leaving him to his bed chamber

‘Who who whohooooo…’ came the crazed voice again.

Mr Gracious tugged at his earlobe and hemmed and hawed a while.

‘Of course, nothing but a lot of old wives’ tales; still, perhaps not inadvisable to lock one’s door and windows at night – if an owl or even a bat were to make its way in, could be rather annoying.’

He peered out through the narrow window; the view that met him might have been created specifically for a Tale of Horror and Imagination or one of Le Fanu: a full moon, riding clear of some very oddly shaped clouds, framed against the bluey-black sky by the ramiferous arms of the old tree growing immediately outside.

‘Quite,’ commented Mr Gracious to himself, as if in agreement with the elements.

And so to bed.  He could not quite close the window however:  rust, or some fault in the original design caused it to stick, allowing a thin breath of cool evening air to enter. He tugged the tapestry across it and by means of his walking stick managed to pin it ingeniously in place.

A quiet read by candle light, and soon he was sleepy enough to doze off;  even the who-whooiing which continued far into the night failed to wake him, although occasionally he twitched in his sleep.

‘Whoo-whoooooo…..’

Who indeed, could be of such nefarious, such facinorous intent, as to wish harm to an itinerant traveller , a complete stranger to the semi-ruined castle?

‘Whooo-whooooo….’

Shadows flickered about the chamber,  assuming  strange and near human shapes – it is curious how a breath of air can make the flame flicker and dart in that extraordinary manner …  now a female figure, now a dancing, capering male figure , surely wearing a jester’s cap… and finally, the shadow of an owl, flying around the walls – how could that be? The window is not open, nor  is the door.

Night wears on into dawn – and as the walking stick falls away, the window swings open – and from the chamber, mysteriously, drifts out the owl.

Has the castle claimed yet another victim?

‘… framed against the bluey-black sky by the ramiferous arms of the old tree …’

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