Ailurophile- A cat-lover. Assemblage-A gathering. Becoming- Attractive. Beleaguer- To exhaust with attacks. Bucolic- In a lovely rural setting. Bungalow- A small, cozy cottage. Chatoyant- Like a cat’s eye. Comely- Attractive. Conflate- To blend together. Cynosure- A focal point of admiration. Dalliance- A brief love affair. Demesne- Dominion, territory. Demure- Shy and reserved. Denouement- The resolution of a mystery. Desuetude- Disuse. Desultory- Slow, sluggish. Diaphanous- Filmy. Dissemble- Deceive. Dulcet- Sweet, sugary. Ebullience- Bubbling enthusiasm. Effervescent- Bubbly. Efflorescence- Flowering, blooming. Elision- Dropping a sound or syllable in a word. Elixir- A good potion. Eloquence- Beauty and persuasion in speech. Embrocation- Rubbing on a lotion. Emollient- A softener. Ephemeral- Short-lived. Epiphany- A sudden revelation. Erstwhile- At one time, for a time. Ethereal- Gaseous, invisible but detectable. Evanescent- Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time. Evocative- Suggestive. Fetching- Pretty. Felicity- Pleasantness. Forbearance- Withholding response to provocation. Fugacious- Fleeting. Furtive- Shifty, sneaky. Gambol- To skip or leap about joyfully. Glamour- Beauty. Gossamer- The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk Halcyon- Happy, sunny, care-free. Harbinger- Messenger with news of the future. Imbrication- Overlapping and forming a regular pattern. Imbroglio- An altercation or complicated situation. Imbue- To infuse, instill. Incipient- Beginning, in an early stage. Ineffable- Unutterable, inexpressible. Ingénue- A naïve young woman. Inglenook- A cozy nook by the hearth. Insouciance- Blithe nonchalance. Inure- To become jaded. Labyrinthine- Twisting and turning. Lagniappe- A special kind of gift. Lagoon- A small gulf or inlet. Languor- Listlessness, inactivity. Lassitude- Weariness, listlessness. Leisure- Free time. Lilt- To move musically or lively. Lissome- Slender and graceful. Lithe- Slender and flexible. Mellifluous- Sweet sounding. Moiety- One of two equal parts. Mondegreen- A slip of the ear. Nemesis- An unconquerable archenemy. Offing- The sea between the horizon and the offshore. Opulent- Lush, luxuriant. Palimpsest- A manuscript written over earlier ones. Panacea- A solution for all problems Panoply- A complete set. Pastiche An art work combining materials from various sources. Penumbra- A half-shadow. Petrichor- The smell of earth after rain. Plethora- A large quantity. Propinquity- An inclination. Pyrrhic- Successful with heavy losses. Quintessential- Most essential. Ratatouille- A spicy French stew. Ravel- To knit or unknit. Redolent- Fragrant. Riparian- By the bank of a stream. Scintilla- A spark or very small thing. Sempiternal- Eternal. Seraglio- Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem. Serendipity- Finding something nice while looking for something else. Summery- Light, delicate or warm and sunny. Sumptuous- Lush, luxurious. Surreptitious- Secretive, sneaky. Susquehanna- A river in Pennsylvania. Susurrous- Whispering, hissing. Talisman- A good luck charm. Untoward Unseemly, inappropriate. Vestigial- In trace amounts. Wafture- Waving. Wherewithal- The means. Woebegone- Sorrowful, downcast.
Murphy’s Law really was a bitch; it was one thing when your laundry didn’t dry after planning to wear the cute outfit, or sleeping through your alarm. It was another thing when your stupid younger brother managed to summon a poltergeist while you were trying to get a paper done.
i knew i loved you when i could taste roses on my tongue when beautiful petals in shades of red fell from my lips and spelled out your name as they hit the floor i opened my mouth to try and tell you that the bouquet that was within me was all for you that the garden spilling out of my mouth was for you but try as i did all i could do was choke on petals of the flowers that were growing inside of me because of you growing from the seeds that you planted in my lungs with our first kiss i was the soil and you were supposed to be my sun flowers cannot thrive without one or the other so they longed for an escape towards warmth, towards light, towards the love and care they needed (and i needed) and with every gasp of breath the petals fell from the rose forced into in the glass container that was my lungs with every cough the garden you planted began to sprout to shoot up towards the only escape they could find my mouth, which was open, crying out for you but you weren’t there to gather up their beauty in your hands so they had no choice but to wilt and i can feel myself wilting no longer are there flowers filling me but dirt nothing but dirt and an untended garden of weeds and the decaying remains of something that should have been beautiful
only a monster
can prove to be beautiful
in so many terrifying ways.
but no matter the amount
of beauty you’re able to reflect,
your nature will still be the same;
you are still a monster
and you will still destroy me.
I can’t keep going around in circles with you. You don’t want me. And it hurts. Loving you hurts. Wanting you hurts. Thinking of you every goddamn second of every goddamn day hurts. Hoping someday you’ll come back is killing me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. You’re fucking killing me.
— I won’t pick up the phone anymore (not that you care anyway)
darkness wove through his hands with terrifying grace; he wore it impeccably well. while it was natural on him, darkness to you was evil and malignant. when you compared yourself to him, you still thought yourself as a creature of light.
I dance beneath mellow moonlight and coat my skin with insistent longing A madwoman, I pirouette through vacant streets at 3 am Reminiscing on electric love. A downpour begins and I am dripping with memories I thought I’d forgotten The night will always taste like you.
The prompt was free because when I did the prompts, I had no idea yet what this one story could be about… >_>” but I ended up taking the prompt “Free” and seeing what I could do with it. I enjoyed writing this little tale way more than I thought. It’s actually longer, and I haven’t finished yet, but my boyfriend told me the first part I had written it was also good as it was, so here you go.
Maybe for the end of October I’ll publish the long version of the story if I have written it… we’ll see!!