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Writing Prompt Wednesday


Your prompt today is to use these words in a short story or poem – octopus, surrender, bright

Have fun! My story is below.

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Tentacle Encounter

With a deep breath, I plunged into the bright blue ocean. The water felt cool against my skin, refreshing after the heat of the Caribbean sun. Goggles and snorkel tightly strapped to my head, I gazed at the beautiful corral and brightly coloured fish swimming in all directions away from me. Careful to swim slowly and keep the top of my snorkel above the water, I rounded an outcrop of rock to find a steep drop ahead. The pale seawater around me descended into a dark hole dropping into unknown depths. What lay within those dark waters? I had promised to keep to the shallows but the temptation was too much. Just a quick look would be all right, surely?

I surfaced to look toward the beach and locate my parents. They were lying on beach loungers, enjoying cocktails under the palm trees. Too busy to notice their son swimming beyond the corral reef, identified as his limit. Breathing in and out several times, I filled my lungs to bursting, having no idea how long I would have to swim downwards. Using strong strokes I descended quickly into the gloom. Shimmering lines of light highlighted more brightly adored fish and corral at first then it became darker and colder.

My lungs were beginning to complain when I saw a long tentacle grab a small fish. An octopus! Wow, now I did have to keep going. What if I could catch it? As I turned, an undulating mass rose from the rock ahead of me. It was changing colour from deep brown to pinkish beige as it swam upwards. Following closely, I anticipated its direction and quickly held three of its tentacles, swimming to the surface in a rush as my head was becoming dizzy. Gasping for air while holding my captive tightly, I did not have enough breath to call out to my Dad.

A tentacle wrapped around my arm while another found my throat and began to squeeze. That’s not good. I slid a hand between a couple of suckers and my neck and pushed with all my strength. For a small animal it sure was strong. I needed to grab all the tentacles then it would surely surrender. I only wanted to show Dad then I would let it go.

A couple of tentacles wrapped around my right thigh making treading water difficult. I just needed to get to the shallows then I could walk and shout to my Mum and Dad. A mouthful of water made me cough and swallow more. Spots burst in front of my eyes. I was sinking. Kicking as furiously as I could with my left leg I surfaced for a moment and gasped for air. I had to get this thing off me or I would be the one surrendering.

“All right, lad?”

It was a strangers voice behind me. I turned my head as far as I could to plead for help. The tentacle around my throat was too tight for me to speak now.

“Let’s get him off you, shall we?”

A slight nod from me was enough for the man to pull at the octopus and release my neck from its grip. Next he wrestled the tentacles around my leg and then I was free. The last I saw of that octopus was its tentacles flying through the air before plunging into the depths.

“Thank you so much. Thought I would drown.”

“Have to be careful out here, young man. Keep to the shallows and you should be all right.”

I held out my hand to the stranger. He smiled and gave it a firm shake.

“Lesson learned?”

“You bet. Thanks again.”

I didn’t relay my story to my parents until a few days later when we were on the flight home. I knew they would have forbidden me to go in the ocean otherwise. Although, I did heed the stranger’s advice and kept to the shallows for the rest of our stay.

I would love to read your story/poem – why not share in the comments?

 

Writing Prompt Wednesday


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Use these words dude ranch, matter, scorn in a story or poem.

Cowboy

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With nonchalant ease he leaned against the fence post, blowing smoke rings into the clear blue sky. His Stetson pushed back to reveal a rugged face bearing the signs of harsh weather and too much sun. She could see callouses on his palm as he held up a hand in welcome. Years of pulling at ropes and holding branding rods left their mark on this man.  In her eyes he was the ‘dude’ of the ranch. The one the other ranch hands looked up to and admired. He sensed bad weather long before the reporters told their tale on TV or the clouds rolled in. With practiced ease he roped calves, rode all day to search out stragglers and confronted danger with a grin on his face.

He mattered to the crew not only as their leader and teacher but also a fierce and loyal friend, once they proved themselves worthy. It was a rite of passage to have his scornful look change to admiration for the young cowboys, learning the ways of cattle ranching. Weather beaten, tired and bruised, many found the daily life too much and left but a few chose the harshness to be part of an unusual existence. A way of life threatened by the modern world. 

Why not try your own story or poem using these words?

Writing Prompt Contest – Mind Spinning…


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A startling image – what does it conquer up in your mind?

Enjoy this prompt and leave your response in the comments. 1000 words maximum for a short story. Poems can be any length.

A quarterly prize will be given for the most voted for response.

Lost Words of Independance…


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I thought it was apt to follow on from my Wednesday blog concerning roaming or traveling with these great lost words.

apanthropinization                         1880 -1880
withdrawal from human concerns or the human world
His life as a hermit in the woods was characterized by apanthropinization.

assectation                                        1656 -1656
act of following after something else
She stood in the on-deck circle, her assectation virtually guaranteed.

autexousious                                    1678 -1678
exercising or possessing free will
If we are truly autexousious, then why do we so often feel powerless?

auturgy                                              1651 -1656
self-action; independent activity
The film director’s legendary auturgy frustrated editors and producers alike.

xenization                                      1818 -1818
fact of travelling as a stranger
This period of youthful xenization was the source of his later cultural tolerance.

My sentence:

An urge for auturgy and to assestation, such as her wanderlust, meant xenization would give Tania, the opportunity to exercise her autexousious and apanthropinization. Living  on her own terms not those of society.

Why not give it a try?

Don’t forget to pop over to the site where I get these words from – http://phrontistery.info/clw.html

Lost Words of Medical Terminology (Part One)…


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There are numerous lost words concerning the body, its functions and medical terminology, so I split them into three parts.

Thank you to Steven at http://phrontistery.info/clw4.html

Aporrhoea                                      1646 -1880
a bodily emanation; an effluvium
The evening’s revelries were followed by an unfortunate episode of aporrhoea.

Brochity                                          1623 -1678
projecting or crooked quality of teeth
His parents later regretted that they did not correct his brochity in his youth.

Cagastric                                          1662 -1753
of diseases, originating under an ill star
We no longer believe in cagastric causes for illness and deformity.

Caprizant                                          1730 -1736
of the pulse, uneven or irregular
While he hadn’t had a full-blown heart attack, his pulse was very caprizant.

Dipsopathy                                      1883 -1883
medical treatment involving abstinence from liquids
The new antibiotics he was taking required him to practice strict dipsopathy.

My sentence: The party guests avoided the aporrhoea of the man with the brochity. A doctor aided the man after checking his caprizant, to the washroom. Although the doctor’s advice was dipsopathy the man argued he was cagastric.

Can you write a sentence too?

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