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A-to-Z: Welkin


Welkin: (noun) the sky, heavens, or upper air.


Writing Challenge: Create a limerick using the today’s work. (Bad puns are acceptable.)
If you need help rhyming, try the android app,  B-Rhymes.


A-to-Z: Verisimilitude


Verisimilitude: (noun) the appearance or semblance of truth; likelihood.


Writing Challenge: Write a dialogue involving your MC using verisimilitude to evade an unpleasant question.

A-to-Z: Ugsome


Ugsome: (adjective [oh the horrors!]) horrid; loathsome.


Writing Challenge: Explain in 500 words or less something particularly ugsome to your MC.

A-to-Z: Trachle


Trachle: (noun) an exhausting effort, especially walking or working.


Writing Challenge: Write a short scene using the word of the day and the picture above.

A-to-Z: Schatzi


Schatzi: (slang) Sweetheart; darling.


Writing Challenge: Write a scene in an old 50’s mobster style that involves your MC and his/her love interest.

A-to-Z: Rifacimento

After much thought, this week’s theme is Writing Challenges.
he rules are simple, either use the word of the day directly or its meaning in the challenge presented.
Have fun and thanks for visiting!


Rifacimento: (noun) a recast or adaptation, as of a literary or musical work.

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Writing Challenge:  Take a beloved children’s Golden Book story, such as “The Little Engine that Could”, and write your own version.

A-to-Z: Inglenook


Inglenook – a corner or nook near a fireplace

inglenook at plum orchard mansion

A-to-Z: Err


 Err – a three-letter word for mistake


She knew she erred as soon as she rolled out of bed that morning.  Her foot caught on the throw rug and slid. Maisy caught the edge of the nightstand and only twisted her ankle.

“So much for that lucky penny under my pillow theory,” she sighed. “It was probably someone’s cast off from a vicious divorce. You know, “This is the last flippin’ penny you’ll ever get from me!” kind of thing, thrown out a window as the owner screamed and burnt rubber.”

Her cat had no comment.

From then on, it was one fiasco after another.  The water heater died, dousing her in a cold shower.  She avoided stepping on the cat only to spill coffee down her blouse.  Distracted by the coffee, lunch was left on the counter.   Irritated and late for work, she earned a pricey speeding ticket.  Once back home, she smoked out the kitchen with her burnt soup.

Throwing her hands in the air, Maisy stomped out of the house and left for McDonald’s.  She placed her order before realizing her wallet was sitting on the kitchen counter.  She didn’t even stop at the window to apologize as she raced out of the drive-thru.

The car window retreated before her fury.  “That’s it! I’m done with you!” she screamed. “Someone else can pick up your bad luck!” The unlucky penny sailed out her window and bounced along the pavement. It stopped at the edge of the sidewalk bordering a Starbucks.

“Ooo, look!”  A hand reached down and picked it up.

A-to-Z: Delitescent


Delitescent:  hidden, concealed, latent.

fog - march

“I choose not to engulf the thick green hedge. It takes away my momentum; does nothing to the creatures hiding in it.  No, I want the young human stumbling slowly down the path, feet catching on small twigs and pushing wet leaves aside.

She doesn’t know I am here. The saying “creeps in on cat feet” – that is me.  Sadness and pain leaks from her body in small red drips, splashing near silent on the pine needles. Another few steps to the Aspen. She leans against him and slides down to his feet, defeated.  A quiet breath leaves her lips.

I reach her. Stretched thin around the trees I gather myself.  Her body delitescent until found, cold, with the morning sun.”

A-to-Z: Crepuscule


Crepuscule: twilight; dusk


“I bet if they’d named it “Crepuscule”, they’d have better numbers,” Danni giggled.  She and Matt stood in line to see “Night of the Living Dead 3” the latest zombie remake.

“Yeah, but “Twilight” is the actual name of the book,” Matt said. “They’d have to pay mega bucks to change that.  And,” he paused as they moved up in line. “Ms. Meyer would’ve pitched a fit.”

Danni rolled her eyes.  Arms crossed, she tucked her hands into her coat pockets. Tiny puffs of steam escaped from her lips with each breath.  “At least the audience would’ve been more than pre-teens;  until they finished the first scene.”  Her eyes sparkled and her grin reached from ear to ear.

Matt snorted. “Right, and then they’d all be at the counter demanding their money back.”

Another few feet forward and they reached the counter.

“Two for NLD,” Matt said, handing over the money. Danni raised her eyebrows. Matt ducked his head and tucked his chin. “You can get the popcorn,” he mumbled.


The seats had cracked vinyl cushions and wooden arm rests gouged with initials. They rocked not because they were built that way, but because the bolts holding them to the floor were loose. 

“I love this old theater,” Danni sighed. “It’s got so much character.”  Her right hand waved toward the heavy red silk curtain hanging over the screen, the left held the popcorn bag.  “Look!” She pointed to a nearby alcove.  “I bet that used to be a working balcony back in the day.”

Matt shook his head and rescued the popcorn.  “You should sit still. The entire row will fall over!”

Danni laughed and turned swiftly to plant a kiss on his cheek before she settled down.

Thankfully, the lights went out and the curtains opened.  Darkness covered his embarrassment and the preview drowned out any reply. 

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