“You’ve got to admire his loyalty,” Malcolm said, looking at the old irish setter sleeping by the fireplace.
“No, one’s saying we shouldn’t,” Addie said, handing Malcolm his coffee as she sat in her chair by the fire. “But what he’s doing makes no sense.”
“It’s not for us to make sense of it. Besides, maybe those alien folk can actually fix our problems. You know, maybe take that Trump guy up into their ship and prod him with their medical probes up the butt. Maybe they’d find his brain.”
“Malcolm, only you would say something like that.”
This short was inspired by the Three Things Challenge prompts: fireplace, loyalty, admire
There is such a nimiety of words that it allows a hierarchy in writing to be constructed. When a person is happy, a person can be joyful, delighted, tickled, or joyous. Why can’t they all just be happy?
This hierarchy though can cause quite the traffic jam that can really smart. You see a smart person may be intelligent enough to not get smart with others while wearing smart clothes, but would everyone else see that he was not trying to be a smart ass?
Oh the words, words, words! Too many words and too many definitions. If one is enough for most, then two may be too many. But perhaps they are simply trying to impress others as a walking thesaurus. As Oscar Wilde once said,
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
This was inspired by the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day: nimiety
After a long day of third grade math, Henry was quickly loosing his patience for Mrs. Long and his fellow students. It was a curse that he would feel for many years to come. When Tom asked what the difference was between mean and median for the fifth time that lesson, Henry lost it. Needless to say, he earned his after-school detention that time. While standing with his nose in the corner after school, Henry sighed and started banging his head into the walls.
“What’s the matter Henry?” Mrs. Long asked.
Henry sighed louder. “I just don’t get it, Mrs. Long.”
“Well sure you do, Henry. You’re my best math student.”
“Oh. Um, then –”
Henry looked at Mrs. Long. “I don’t get why you are so mean. I mean, sure you’re a teacher and all, but learning about the mean isn’t hard, meaning Tom should be able to get it. You’re mean to me because he doesn’t get the mean. You know what I mean?”
Mrs. Long stared, blinking. “Face the corner, Henry.”
Henry sighed again, facing the corner. “See what I mean?”
This was inspired by FOWC with Fandango prompt: mean