Three Word Thursday

acersecomic, n. — someone whose hair has never been cut
uberate, v. — make plentiful or nourish
snilch, v. — to eye someone or something

Here's a refresher from last week (I'm continuing the story..it had potential)

The witch hisses in a breath as she whirls around. She flings a gem at him and watces it ark toward him. She vocitates a malison under her breath, and smiles satisfactorily at the puff of smoke he makes as he absquatulates...

The wizard Acersecomic stands up. He curses under his breath as his long hair is yanked by a gnarled branch. As a child, he had been cursed to bear the characteristics of his name; not being able to cut his hair until an enchanted silver pair of scissors was recvered from a witch thrice as powerful as he.
For understandable reasons, he had not pursued any such witch. Until yesterday that is. Or was it yesterday? She had zapped him with a 'disappear-to-God-knows-where' spell. Since he wasn't God, he had no idea where he was. And why he had such horrible shoes on.
For years he had resignedly uberated his locks of gray hair (for some reason it had always been gray), thinking it was hopeless. Then yesterday, that unfortunately fateful day, eveything had changed.
'You snilched me!' she shouted.
He didn't even know what that meant, and was pondering it when she poked a massive ringed finger in his face and said:
'Get up! Don't you ignore me!'
He got up.
She zapped him with a 'stand-still-without-moving' spell, one he later learned was her specialty.
He shook it off with a 'I'm rubber-you're-glue' spell and ran. Too bad she had gems with her. They amplified a spell twenty times, increasing it's radius and accuracy. And she had got him.
He looks down at his shoes again. Why? They are purple clogs with red dragons' eggs painted on. He would never choose these willingly!
He sits down heavily. Just where is he and WHY does he have these shoes?


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Three Word Thursday

absquatulate, v. to depart in a hurry; to die
vocitate, v. to name or call
malison, n. a curse

The witch hisses in a breath as she whirls around. She flings a gem at him and watces it ark toward him. She vocitates a malison under her breath, and smiles satisfactorily at the puff of smoke he makes as he absquatulates.


Okaaaay that was not supposed to be so short, but hey those were pretty hard words and shorter is harder (not always, but I'm saying YES it is).

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Christmas Crones

I just used a random word generator, which is actually cool if you can't think of anything to blog (or write) about.
The word is glockenspiel, which I figured was some sort of doppelgänger or something of that nature, wizened, wrinkled and witchy maybe. However, I was surprised to find that it was a musical instrument, rather like a xylophone.
Well, you learn something new every day (it's the old ting I forget that I worry about...such as that 'h'). The Germans do come up with some cool words, especially short ones that express complicated ideas (check out these cool German words; Schadenfreude and Verschlimmbesserung).

Two wizened crones crouched on a peak.
They squatted in between goat droppings and rocks.
Goats wove their paths around them, hardly noting the two.
They sat, and it seemed for eternity they never moved.
Then one twitched an eyebrow.
Suddenly, the other knew it was time.
Standing, she opened her mouth and wailed.
The goats ran hastily away from the racket, calling to the others as they rushed.
But the first took from her pocket a golden hammer.
And the second pulled from her cloak a glockenspiel.
The first drew up the hammer...
...the second wailed and screamed and the sound echoed through the mountains.
With a soft *ping* the hammer fell upon the glockenspiel.
The note trickled through the hills.
The goats twitched their ears and turned.
Slowly, slowly, but then faster, faster,
they began to walk toward the crones.
They ran toward them.
And the crones reached into their pockets and drew out food.
They scattered it across the ground.
The goats gobbled it.
A feast for Christmas.