Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (23)

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 the word of the day is…

Nequient – adj. – Not being able

“How many times must I bribe you?” the sallow youth threw his bundle of silk on the ground in frustration, glowering at the two palace guards standing watch outside the castle gates.

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Firstly, we are palace guards,” the taller, darker guard began, his voice like one long, drawn out sigh. “We cannot be bribed by anyone, especially by a peasant like you. Secondly, what are we going to do with a bunch of silk scarves? Know your audience.The other guard chuckled darkly, and the young peasant let out a low groan.

“I’ve given you food, and wine, and money. What else do you want?”

My boy, you could give us the king’s crown, a handful of stars, and a life’s supply of ale. And do you know what that would earn you?

“What?” the boy spat through gritted teeth.

“Our undying gratitude and affection,” the guard smirked. “But as far as getting into the castle is concerned, you’d still be nequient.” 



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