Three Word Thursday

I forgot last week's Three Word Thursday, and am late for this week's, but here is a double dosage of last week's and this week's combined to make up for it :)

• gardyloo, interjection.  a call used in warning;  perhaps from French garde à l’eau! look out for the water!
• swoopstake, adv. in an indiscriminate manner
• wanion, n. unlucky
  
  

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?...

The wanion Acersecomic sighs. His scaevity is getting tiring! These shoes...how could he have come by them? He decides that it must have been the witch. Perhaps the shoes are a symbol of his victory over her and now he will be able to trim his hair. Then he remembers. He didn't win, he lost. And now he's stuck in some remote corner of the world - hell - maybe even the universe. Alone.

'Gardyloo!'

He jumps. Apparently not alone.

'Hello! I'm your guide to the lovely region of - of - ' the voice pauses. '- of Brephophagist.'

'Baby-eaters?'

'No, no, that must be wrong. Oh yes, that's for my next call. This is - Gardyloo. Did I already say that? No...that isn't the name of here, that's the - Run!'

Acersecomic runs. He has no idea who (or what) the voice is, in fact he never saw who it belonged to.

'Run faster you fool! They're catching up.'

'Who are you voice? Why am I here? And why didn't you warn me about the...them?'

'One question at a time jester! I'm down here.'

Acersecomic looks down. One of his purple clogs does a little jig. Acersecomic trips.

'Idiot! You are here because you are an idiot. Snilching the Wild Westerly Warrior no less. It's no wonder she had to take action.'

'But I never - ' He pants, still running.

'Beside the point. Now for your last question. I did warn you, coxcomb. You just weren't paying attention.'

'B-'

'Uh, uh, uh. Don't make me thropple you.'

'You're a clog.'

'I am a presence. Don't doubt magic when you use it everyday. Furthermore, what makes you think that clogs and presences are incompossible in the same thing?'

'Please just tell me how to leave this place.'

'It is a long and complicated riddle.'

'Tell me.'

'You asked. I'll tell. First you must gnathonize a sagittipotent female, of which there are many here. Then, you have to defedate the Stream of Life. Proceed in an assectation after the afore mentioned female, who you have successfully bound with rope in your drug-induced noctambule. Then your long and sometimes fissiparous hair can be trimmed by the pair of silver scissors in your wardrobe.'

'In English? It sounds a bit complicated. Are you sure it's worth it?'

'Defile the Stream of Life by spitting in it, which will kill many thousands of undecided organisms, from fleas to whales. Then capture a female, tie her up while sleepwalking in sleep induced by eating poisonous fruit, then follow the girl, and you will be able to cut your hair. However, need I mention only the scissors in your wardrobe can cut your hair, and they are far far away? And also, in order to leave this place, you must do all of that anyway. Think on it.'

'Hmmm. What are the disadvantages to staying here?'

'In fact none for the next three hours. After that, the entire land floods and you are sure to drown unless you have completed the tasks.'

'Well then I have no choice. This land is horrible,' Acersecomic says, swoopstake waving a hand  across the horizon.

'You always have a choice. Your amarulence is tiring. Grab your cromack and let's be off.'

The wizard debates for a moment, then kicks off the clogs. He runs toward the most likely place to find a sagittipotent female; the forest.

He has forgotten the mysterious predators behind him.



scaevity: unluckiness, left-handedness;
brephophagist: baby eater
thropple: strangle
incompossible: Not capable of joint existence; incompatible; inconsistent
snilch, v. — to eye someone or something
gnathonize: to flatter; roblet: to lead astray
fissiparous, adj. tending to break up into parts
sagittipotent: skilled at archery
noctambule, v. sleepwalk;
coxcomb, n. a conceited, foolish dandy; pretentious
assectation , v. — act of following after something else;
defedate, v, — to defile, to pollute
cromack, n. a staff, stave or walking stick;
amarulence, n. — bitterness, spite;



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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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