Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Satuday (5)

Save-a-Word Saturday

The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, “Dihydrogen Monoxide” is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you’re having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

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. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.

This week’s theme is:
My word this week is:

Summotion n. – Removal

Now, last week my word resulted in a precarious moment for a certain unicorn. Readers were very concerned. So this week I decided to remedy the situation (sort of).

 “Don’t you get it? He’s only considering a move to the outer lands because of the unicorn. He thinks living near the beast might put his court at ease, might bring harmony to his kingdom.” Amira paced, her thick braid looped like a noose against her back. “Without the unicorn, Fortathe will surely stay where he is, leaving himself and his army vulnerable to our attacks. The summotion of the unicorn will relieve his indecision, and he will stay put. Which is exactly what we want.”

Kerian watched as Amira gathered her dagger, the girl’s dark features alight with dangerous determination. 

“We’ll go tonight.” She clenched the dagger in her fist, and approached Kerian with a wry smile. When she kissed him, her lips were as firm and cold as the remnants of her lost heart. Kerian savored her touch, and hardened himself against the task he would soon undertake.
It was not the unicorn who would meet the edge of her eager blade tonight.


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