Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (13)

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:
 Deartuate – v. To dismember.

“It’s the same guy, the same one that’s been killing girls all over the city.”

Janie stood over the pale girl sprawled unnaturally on the river bank. Anne held a stick over the girl’s body, poking at her side and then scratching away some of the hair from her face. Janie swallowed as the girl’s vague, glazed eyes came into view.

“How do you know she was killed by that guy?” she asked, her throat tight. These kinds of things were not supposed to happen here. In the city, sure, but not in this place, in this little town full of heat and summer and innocence.

“Look.” Anne pulled the hair further back, and Janie saw a blackish-red mess of sticky blood at the side of her head. “He deartuated her earlobes. That’s his mark.”


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