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How did I get from Alzheimer's to psychotic suicidal people? It's why I need to score extra brain cells.
Word plays, word challenges, word games. All free if you know how to go about it. I know writers are well familiar with word prompts. They help uncork the imagination to let the creative juices flow. (Ha! I've been wanting to use 'creative juices' in a sentence.)
So all you need here is a dictionary. Everybody's got one, right? I have an app in my iPhone that I love: WordBook (it's $1.99 plus tax, but hey, it's a portable dictionary. I use it all the time. Don't make me feel guilty now). It's like any other dictionary out there, except for it gives me a random list of words of the day. Six unrelated words, to be precise. And what I do to keep myself from getting Alzheimer's in the far and distant future is to use all of the generated words to create a scene.
Today, these are the words my reliable iPhone app spewed out for me:
Choppier: marked by abrupt transitions; rough with small waves
Dryness:the condition of not containing or being covered by a liquid (esp. water); moderation in or abstinence from alcohol or drugs; objectivity and detachment
Opprobrium: state of disgrace resulting from public abuse (noun); a state of extreme dishonor; syn. Infamy, obloquy
Inequity: injustice by virtue of not conforming with rules or standards
Mephitis: a poisonous or foul-smellin gas emitted from the earth; a distinctive odor that is offensively unpleasant (noun); syn. Stench, reek, stink
Flatiron: an iron that was heated by placing it on a stove (noun)
And here's what I came up with: (Sorry it's not great but it's impromptu)
In light of the neighbors’ collective complaint about apartment 4B, the sheriff decided to investigate Reverend Hunter’s humble abode. Mephitis was the cause of concern, and in a small town obsessed with the ideology of cleanliness being next to godliness, this was an uproar. The preacher’s opprobrium ranged from the scorned, hated looks of his fold to threats of having his behind smacked with a flatiron.
Sheriff Wallace listened to the preacher’s cries of outrage and inequity at being held in jail for such a simple matter as neglecting one’s personal hygiene. Wasn’t this unconstitutional? Didn’t he, the sheriff, had better things to do than arrest a man of cloth for a harmless deed? For failing in housework? The sheriff tossed in a dirty bundle into the cell. The reverend’s rant became choppier and incoherent. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his cheeks sunk.
“This one o’ yours?” said the sheriff with dryness. He proceeded to saw through the fabric and a rotten hand popped out. Lively maggots dripped from its fingertips, like raindrops too full and heavy to stay up in the heavens. Reverend Hunter staggered backwards and fainted.
Sheriff Wallace ordered his men to take away the mangled corpse. There was satisfaction at the sound of the cell door clicking in place.*******
You up for the challenge? Using the words and their definitions above, what concoction can you come up with? What do you do to keep your brains in tip-top shape?