Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (14)

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:

And my word is…
Veteratorian – adj.  crafty or subtle
You pulled that switch off, kid. I’m impressed.” Callum stood with his arms crossed, his head cocked to one side in consideration. “Your veteratorian style might be a good fit for the Scorpions.”
“I don’t want to join your group,” Breton murmured darkly. Tall bodies stepped closer towards him, but he kept his gaze firmly on the Scorpion’s leader.
“That’s too bad, kid,” Callum tsked, as he pulled something from his pocket. Breton didn’t need to look; he already knew what it was.
Callum pushed the release, and Breton heard the blade spring up from the smooth, scorpion-shaped knife handle. The handle he himself had spent hours carving.
“You see, anyone not working for the Scorpions must be working against the Scorpions. And we can’t have that, can we?” Callum smiled, gently, his face lovely and innocent. Breton tensed his muscles to avoid the shiver tickling against his skin. He kept his eyes locked with Callum, waiting for the moment when he knew he’d have to run.       


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