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Extemporaneous

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[ik-stem-pə-RAY-nee-əs]

Adjective

  1. Spoken or done without preparation.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, extemporaneous, where does it take me? Where does it take you?


Rosie felt off. There were no other words she knew to describe the feeling. Since Rosie woke up, the odd sensation was there. She shrugged it off as perhaps just being hungry and went about her usual routine. Showered, got dressed, and then ate breakfast. Yet, after saying goodbye to her parents, after arriving at school, the feeling was still there: something off.

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Zephyr

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[ ZEFF-er ]

Noun

  1. A breeze from the west.
  2. A gentle breeze.
  3. Any of various lightweight fabrics and articles of clothing.

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Zack’s world was crumbling around him, and his thoughts were consumed by it. The love of his life—now with another man. His safe and secure job—fired that morning. The world was a blur around him as he marched with determination to the bridge.

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Precipitate

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[ pri-sip-i-teyt ]

Verb

  1. To hasten the occurrence of; bring about prematurely, hastily, or suddenly: to precipitate an international crisis.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, precipitate, where does it take me? Where does it take you?


My job is… not what you would think. You humans often think of angels, guardians, and the like as saviors, but we don’t really save or protect like you’d want to believe. What we do is accelerate things.

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Succedaneum

[ suhk-si-dey-nee-uhm ]

Noun

  1. Substitute.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, succedaneum, where does it take me? Where does it take you?


Amy sat with her boyfriend, Ben, watching a movie on the couch. The mood in the room was tense due to several factors. First, a thunderous storm raged outside, introducing flashes of light and echoing booms at irregular intervals. Second, the movie of choice was a horror film. Last was that Amy held a secret. 

 Ben reached into the bowl of popcorn Amy made and removed a gluttonous handful. Her eyes followed his hand to his mouth. When should I tell him?—she thought. 

 Amy knew she should wait until the movie was over, until all the popcorn was gone, but the secret was too much to hold. 

 “How’s the popcorn?” she said. 

 “Great,” Ben said quickly, his eyes focused on the movie.

 One of the characters in the movie was about to fall victim to the mysterious beast in the woods. Lighting filled the room, followed shortly by its thunder. The storm was getting closer.

 “How does the popcorn taste?”

… she whispered, staring at Ben. Her mouth curving into a wicked smirk despite her efforts to remain stoic. 

 Ben looked over to her. “What did you do?” 

 “Nothing…” she lied. “I’m just curious how it tastes?” 

 “It tastes like popcorn,” he said, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

 “Well…” she began, her smirk reaching full grin. 

 “Well, what? What did you put in it?” Ben said, looking down at the popcorn bowl with apprehension. 

 A flash of light filled the room, followed immediately by the cracking thunder, the storm now right atop them. The character in the movie was seized by the monster and dragged away helplessly. 

 Amy looked at Ben, “Would you believe that I didn’t use butter?” 

 “What?” Ben said, looking appalled.

 “That’s right, it’s a butter substitute.”

 Ben looked down at the popcorn, horrified. “I can’t believe it’s not butter!”


Notes/Thoughts/Ideas

 I tried to take this in other directions, but the first thing that popped into my mind was that quote, “I can’t believe it’s not butter,” and I couldn’t get it out! Lol. 

 So, I don’t think I’d try to turn this into a movie, but I guess it could be a scene in something like “Scary Movie.” Or, a commercial for “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.” Other than that, it was just fun.

 This whole word of the day thing is supposed to be that anyway. A fun way to improve as a writer, and maybe inspire others to join me along the way to improve their craft. 

 Either way, I hope you enjoyed the quick read!

What do you think of Succedaneum? 

 Could you believe it wasn’t butter?

Leave your thoughts, your own story beginning/ending, flash-fiction, or whatever in the comments! Where did succedaneum or my story take you?

If you liked this story, you may enjoy this other one-minute story, Taradiddle.

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Arboreal

[ ahr-BOR-ee-ul ]

Adjective

  1. Of or relating to a tree: resembling a tree.
  2. Inhabiting or frequenting trees.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, arboreal, where does it take me? Where does it take you?


Jalah sat in her usual spot, atop the rocky ledge, shaded by the rock-face behind her. She gazed out to the gigantic tree in the distance that didn’t seem to belong to their world. Taller than any mountain, and wider than a city, it was a wonder for all to look upon; but, now they didn’t just look. 

 Below, and far in the distance, Jalah new the crowds of people surrounding the tree were discussing what to do with it. 

 Some groups wanted to begin mining it, providing wood to the entire continent for generations. Others agreed, but only wanted to hollow out the tree, and then turn it into some kind of super shelter. 

 Jalah thought it was very odd, all the debating. Why do they have to do anything with it?—she thought—we’ve never thought this way before. Jalah agreed that the tree was more than just a tree, but not a resource for fire, or shelter.

 “It is a symbol,” Jalah said aloud.

 The words were the end of a great internal debate she’d been struggling with every day on her rock ledge—trying to find where she stood in the groups of people below. 

 “It is there to inspire us to dream big, and to be better!” 

 The words were again only said to herself, but in her mind, she was speaking to the vast crowds below. The sun began to peek over the rock face behind her, shining atop her black hair. It was lunchtime. 

 Jalah stood up with a determination in her heart. She would form a new group below. 

 “We will do nothing with the tree, but look.”

 Jalah began her climb down, smiling the whole way. 


Notes/Thoughts/Ideas

 Happy Earth Day! I know that was a few days ago, but it seems the “word of the day people” decided today was a good day to speak about trees. Two of the words I got in my email this morning were about trees. 

 Anyway…

 I think there’s a cool little story here. A story of politics and cultural debate, perhaps? What should we do with this incredible resource before us? What if the answer was just to let it be a symbol? 

 We can definitely make the conflict more interesting by throwing in some dire circumstances. There’s a shortage of wood, and they need wood for fires as “winter is coming.” No white-walkers, though. Also, there could be an overpopulation problem, and shelter is lacking. No place to put everyone. 

 All of these conflicts would be better set in a different world than ours, and in a different time. No skyscrapers, no steel structures, and so on. No gasoline. A place and time where wood is the only resource for fire and building. 

 Either way, I just like Jalah’s feeling that this great tree is there to inspire only. It is a gift to encourage humanity to live bigger and better. 

What do you think of Arboreal?

 What would you do with this giant tree? 

Leave your thoughts, your own story beginning/ending, flash-fiction, or whatever in the comments! Where did arboreal or my story take you?

If you liked this story, you may enjoy my short story, Transference. The whole idea for that story started with imaging alien creatures living in trees.

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