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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 8:59 pm
Words #1
acquiesce (ak-wee-ES) — to consent or comply passively or without protest.
circuitous (ser-KYOO-i-tes) — being or taking a roundabout, lengthy course.
insouciant (in-SOO-see-ant) — marked by blithe unconcern; nonchalant
paucity (PAU-si-tee) — 1. smallness in number; fewness. 2. scarcity; dearth
tryst (TRIST) — a secret meeting between two people who are having a romantic relationship.
Write a short passage, poem, or other literary form using each of these words at some point within it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 12:25 am
The boy kissed the girl's head gently. The smell of rotten sewage overpowered her sweet-smelling perfume, but as much as he wanted this moment to be more romantic, there was no better place to meet. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. Her face was insouciant to the scent. She merely smiled at him. Her eyes then darted to the paucity of flowers in his hands - three dying roses, clearly picked before their time. Yet, she giggled and took his hand.
"Would you walk with me?" He asked in a whisper.
She nodded, holding his hand warmly. Together they walked, knowing that for that one night, they were safe from the judgment of others. Little did they realize that as they took their circuitous walk, someone was spying on their tryst - and this unwanted stranger would make sure it ended poorly.
He readied his gun, aiming for the girl. A voice whispered a command into his ear, and he acquiesced.
(This was quite the challenge! I'll admit I've never seen some of those words before, let alone knew how to use them in a sentence. Hopefully this isn't too dreadful.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:01 pm
This circuitous route which we traverse;
An insouciant path we follow.
To find that which we will acquiesce to save.
Not part of a quest or a mission,
Nor a ploy to save the world.
Just a small thing on our normal journey.
We are but a paucity of what is needed
For this tryst with the Universe.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:32 pm
I enjoyed reading your passage immensely, and I personally believe that words are the paint with which we make our world a more beautiful place. I hope he misses though I'm a sucker for a happy ending. At the very least, we know "What's in a smell? That which we call a sewer with love will smell almost sweet. So will any place where I hear your call. So retain that perfection which is yours alone and take all myself. Death and death alone will part these hands clasped in mind." dun dun dun (Sorry I couldn't resist the impulse)
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:41 pm
"tryst with the Universe" What an interesting series of thoughts and notions that one phrase provokes. So this is my theory of what you meant. Correct me if I am wrong smile So we are blithely traveling the long winding path of normal life. This path isn't part of a quest or a world saving mission. Rather it's small moments along the road. It's the last two lines that have me a bit befuddled. So the normality of our lives isn't nearly enough for the romance we have with the universe?
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:05 am
CodeMonkey1889 "tryst with the Universe" What an interesting series of thoughts and notions that one phrase provokes. So this is my theory of what you meant. Correct me if I am wrong smile So we are blithely traveling the long winding path of normal life. This path isn't part of a quest or a world saving mission. Rather it's small moments along the road. It's the last two lines that have me a bit befuddled. So the normality of our lives isn't nearly enough for the romance we have with the universe? Pretty much. That and the fact that our romantic connection to the Universe is fueled by the small, normal, every day kindness. Things that don't really matter but make things better.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:07 pm
-- A letter given to me by father during night which began my long exodus after the Blitz came to Coventry --
Dearest Jezebel,
Your mother and I both thank you for how quickly you came to acquiesce with our decision. The Blitz has been hard on us all, but amongst all the concerns now facing us the least of which has been an error of my own doing, your safety was paramount. I suppose it wise to note that my experiences with your mother serves as an abject and well-deserved lesson: a tryst is only as fun as your wife's clogs when she catches you. Damn those heels of her smart.
I know the trolly won't be as fun as you'd normally think it to be, but it's a long way to Nana's and we thought it best that you take the circuitous route through the moorland so as to better avoid the other affected cities. We hope for a mere paucity of troubles, if any, to befall you on this journey.
Be good and have Nana send us word of your arrival through the post,
Dad
P.S. I would appreciate it if you were less insouciant about our predicament by the way Milan as I fear that it will give Jez the wrong idea about what she may return to in future. Love and biscuits to the both of you. Enjoy the country together.
-- The letter that was handed back to me by the mortician responsible for my parents' remains --
Dear papa
Nana says she will try. Less big words. Lots of love.
From Exile
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