Each week, Quilly gives us three words to write into a story. Oh, they're not just any words, not words you'd hear/see ever day. Nope, these are obscure words, endangered words. Before we can write to these words, we have to find them on the internet so as to find out their meaning so they can be used properly. This week's words are:
antediluvian: [an-tee-di-loo-vee-uh
n] –adjective
| 1. | of or belonging to the period before the Flood. Gen. 7, 8. |
| 2. | very old, old-fashioned, or out of date; antiquated; primitive: antediluvian ideas. |
–noun
| 3. | a person who lived before the Flood. |
| 4. | a very old or old-fashioned person or thing. |
prolix: [proh-liks, proh-liks]
–adjective
| 1. | extended to great, unnecessary, or tedious length; long and wordy. |
| 2. | (of a person) given to speaking or writing at great or tedious length. |
ineluctable:[in-i-luhk-tuh-buh
l] –adjective
incapable of being evaded; inescapable: an ineluctable destiny.
"What? You were kissing him? No wonder you can't keep a man. You rush into these things far too fast!!" scolded the mother of the 48 year old woman, stuck in her antediluvian thoughts, or suffering from some kind of old age related dementia, the daughter didn't know which, she only knew that in this day and age, kissing a man she'd dated several times was not a big deal... it's not as if she was sleeping with him on the first date, as it seemed her mother was accusing her of. She knew it was pointless to get into a prolix remonstration that she would not win. After all, it's not like it was an ineluctable topic. She wondered if she was listening to strains of her grandmother, coming through her mother. She decided to just let it go and in fact, after a moment of silence changed the subject.
"So where did you want to go for lunch, Mom? Or do you want to go shopping first?" she asked, though she already knew at that time of day her mother would want to eat.
"Let's go for lunch first," said the elderly lady. "Then I want to go shop for some clothes."
"What do you want to eat? Do you know which restaurant you want to go to?"
On the conversation went as the light turned green again and the younger woman accelerated the car, turning left through the intersection and continuing down the street.
Quivel
Dr. John came up with the idea (Quilly + drivel), and he says: Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.
incapable of being evaded; inescapable: an ineluctable destiny.
"What? You were kissing him? No wonder you can't keep a man. You rush into these things far too fast!!" scolded the mother of the 48 year old woman, stuck in her antediluvian thoughts, or suffering from some kind of old age related dementia, the daughter didn't know which, she only knew that in this day and age, kissing a man she'd dated several times was not a big deal... it's not as if she was sleeping with him on the first date, as it seemed her mother was accusing her of. She knew it was pointless to get into a prolix remonstration that she would not win. After all, it's not like it was an ineluctable topic. She wondered if she was listening to strains of her grandmother, coming through her mother. She decided to just let it go and in fact, after a moment of silence changed the subject.
"So where did you want to go for lunch, Mom? Or do you want to go shopping first?" she asked, though she already knew at that time of day her mother would want to eat.
"Let's go for lunch first," said the elderly lady. "Then I want to go shop for some clothes."
"What do you want to eat? Do you know which restaurant you want to go to?"
On the conversation went as the light turned green again and the younger woman accelerated the car, turning left through the intersection and continuing down the street.
Quivel
Dr. John came up with the idea (Quilly + drivel), and he says: Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.
Paladins of Charlemagne
Antediluvian are we
Waste not our time
With words of prolix plea
For totally ineluctable
Are my mates & me.
Not
Antediluvian
I
Tendency to
prolix
I confess
Of life
ineluctable
old age or death
The Week Twelve words will be: paladin, intransigent, & invidious
When I went to Quilly's to get these words, I had to chuckle. I already used one of them in this week's post.
Antediluvian are we
Waste not our time
With words of prolix plea
For totally ineluctable
Are my mates & me.
Not
Antediluvian
I
Tendency to
prolix
I confess
Of life
ineluctable
old age or death
The Week Twelve words will be: paladin, intransigent, & invidious
When I went to Quilly's to get these words, I had to chuckle. I already used one of them in this week's post.
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