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Endogenous

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, endogenous, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ en-DAH-jən-əs ]

Adjective

  1. Having an internal cause or origin.
  2. Confined within a group or society.

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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, endogenous, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.

Brin felt… odd. She sipped her fresh-squeezed orange juice and eyed her half-eaten plate of eggs and toast with suspicion. Yet, with a little thought, it was quickly apparent that this wasn’t some stomach ache.

“Brin, honey?” her mom said while she fried up more eggs in the cast iron skillet. “Not hungry?” 

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Aureate

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, aureate, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ OR-ee-eit ]

Adjective

  1. Denoting, made of, or having the color of gold.
  2. (of language) Highly ornamented or elaborate.

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Sunlight filled the room, bathing everything in its golden glow. The brightness forced him to open his eyes. He did so squinting, the light painful. His body felt heavy and sluggish, a typical occurrence in the morning; yet, after another few moments of adjusting to the sunlight, and being awake in general, he realized that the heaviness was more specific. 

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Stridor

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, stridor, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ STRY-duhr ]

Noun

  1. A harsh, grating or creaking sound.

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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, stridor, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.

The noise came from somewhere beneath her feet, vibrating the floorboards slightly, so she felt the sound as well. Lara turned to her boyfriend, and his face echoed the answer to the question in hers. He heard it too.

“What was that?” she asked.

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Eventide

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, eventide, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ EE-vən-tahyd ]

Noun

  1. The end of the day.
  2. Evening.

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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, eventide, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.

The feelings swirling through him were a mixture of that anger and defiance one gets when they’ve been wronged—that energy of a resistor—combined with a nauseating fear, unlike anything he’d experienced before. 

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Capricious

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, capricious, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ kə-PREE-shəs ]

Adjective

  1. Given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behavior.

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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, capricious, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.

Sarah sat in the same black leather armchair that she’d come to know so well, her therapist sitting in a stiffer armchair across from her. She waited as he took a few notes—the usual start to one of their sessions. Date and time stuff, most likely, she thought. 

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