TRC, is that you? This is not your usual brand of nose-thumbing!
impede decompose sabotage
Our little community set ourselves to impede the marching army in any way we could. Pit traps, tainted thorns, and vegetables set to decompose in the sunlight were our weapons. Any act of sabotage we could perform gave the defenders at the capitol city that much longer to prepare.
stride
wily
pellucid
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
Sorry, Dragonlily, but I am not able to take this thread in stride, so I often stay away, opting for easier places to post. Still, a wily guy like me ought to be able to post once every now and again here, despite my lack of patience. I hope I have made things a little more pellucid for you.
temporary
oxymoron
pedantic
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
I admit to a bout of temporary obsession with another bulletin board, one that caters to Chrysler Enthusiasts. That may seem like an oxymoron to some, but I think the new 2005 Chrysler 300C is an awesome vehicle--and I can't wait for my ordered Silver beauty to arrive. Once I actually have the car, my current pedantic obsession with the 300C forum will ease, allowing me to return to more rewarding pasttimes, like the Sentence Game.
Honk honk, I'm not so shallow, not this pig. Sticking my face up from my wallow from time to time, I notice porkers and weanlings running along the fence, interested in the silly doings of humankind. But they are not so blissful as I, who will only get cantankerous if someone tries to wash this onion ring off my nose.
glode
mascerate
inflatable
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
I glode across the back of a wave, then paddled furiously. I might not get far on this inflatable sheep, but I was desperate enough to try - any longer on that deserted island, and I'd macerate away to a skeleton.
LOL. And a new player enters the game. Imaginatively done, Edge. Put a period where that hyphen is and you'll have your 3 sentences.
nonspecific chortled dogmatic
The town mayor decided to be nonspecific about the agenda for this month's meeting. After all, he chortled to himself, every citizen was just looking for an excuse not to be there. While the farmers were out cutting the last of the hay, he could be as dogmatic as he liked about assigning all the tax revenues to his own pet projects.
rainbow
garage
propel
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
I quickly finished my not-so-balanced breakfast of rainbow marshmallows and sugar puffs. Completing my morning ritual, I grabbed keys, wallet, and St. Christopher on the way to the garage to start the car. As I started to propel the car backwards, I realized just a hair too late that I had forgotten to open the garage door---again!
"You have never seen such a dinner as I will prepare for you!" the youngster boasted to his father. He thought furiously before the open cupboard, trying to remember the recipe for nail soup, but his growing nose was beginning to impair his vision. He decided he would pare back his nose, and then they would at least be able to eat boiled wood pulp sprinkled with sawdust.
toasted
glom
twinkle
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
As the night progressed, the party-goers got more and more toasted on wine. Two of the revelers began to glom onto each other more than usual, and stumbled away from the center of the party. The rude yellow arc-light of the stairwell sparked a manic twinkle in their eyes, and they proceeded to dance horizontally into chardonnay oblivion.
Hmm, how annoying, I wrote an entry in here that mysteriously vanished. Oh well, I'll retype it to the best of my recollection.
obfuscation
fussy
caption
Darth Revan's mode of speech seemed able to cause obfuscation of any issue, darting back and forth between humour, deceit, misdirection and well-concealed honesty. In fact, his dedication to confusing any given conversation could even be described as meticulous or fussy. Often, during discussion with Mr Revan, I craved a caption to ease the strain of penetrating his true meaning.
limp
crimp
shrimp
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"Git over here, you little shrimp! No, now don't you bother pretending to limp, young'un, it ain't gonna work. Now you-all grab that crimp tool and get crimping - or no dinner for you, y'hear?"
The cook found herself in a quandary. The shrimp hadn't done its crimping, so it didn't deserve to be the main dish of the banquet -- in fact, it was her duty to boot it out of the kitchen. But such was the edifying kindness of the cook, that she couldn't bring herself to reject the little one's pleas for the starring role that was the desire of its little heart.
crackle
opalescent
vociferate
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
The crackle of the bonfire punctuated the old woman's retelling of the Ancient Prophecy of Days. Despite her broad, resonant voice, the questor's attention was absorbed completely by the blind woman's opalescent, pupil-less eyes. Drawing breath to ask her to start over, the questor was interrupted by a sudden shriek as the prophetess hopped up, brandished her gnarled cane at him and began to vociferate shrilly about the impudence of the young.
Surreptitious drums beat from behind a stand of high grass. One lone dancer, gangly, elbows akimbo, stepped to the center and, suddenly, leapt high. His sinister silhouette, outlined against the sky, was ignored by the jocular drinkers at their tables.
rooster
vacuum
wayward
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
The boy swaggered away with the self-conscious swagger of a young rooster. My wayward thoughts betrayed me as images from my own youth, a thousand years ago, it seemed, flashed through my mind to torment me with stabs of regret. If I had spent those years differently... maybe I wouldn't be lying on this cold beach, feeling my life-blood drain away as the dark vacuum of eternity slowly descended upon me.
It had been his life's apogee. A vivacious young man, who shared his days from breakfast table to moonlit pillow, had infused the tired, aging tycoon with a glowing sense of energy. But subterranean forces were building, and his young lover's explosive emancipation was sudden and fatal.
amber
till
unhampered
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
Carefully, he unclenched his aching hands from the handle of the till to wipe the rivulets of sweat from his forehead. He watched the sun descend toward the horizon, spreading an amber glow across the fields. Tired as his was, every muscle aching, his heart was unhampered by care, and a smile lingered on his face as he turned toward home.
Was a witch really here, he wondered? The prehistoric layer of soil he was studying contained a small metal pot and a cylinder of some once-sturdy fabric that crumpled to dust at his touch. If so, the mechanism of time as he knew it would have to be refigured.
alarm
configuration
fluffed
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose