WotD Writing Challenge!

Turquoise · March 2008

Word of the Day Writing Challenge Hi. I decided to do this because I've had a writing contest on here before and it has worked out fairly well. This just for fun, and the words are courtesy of <a href="http://www.dictionary.com"; target="_blank" class="bb-url">http://www.dictionary.com</a>. So have fun with it. I know some of the words are... challenging, but that's were the name of this is derived from; WotD Writing Challenge! The Challenge: Write a short story (no more than 500 words) about whatever you would like! But, you have to use the first seven Dictionary.com's Word of the Day for the month. So, March 1 - 7 will be used, but the deadline is the end of April. Got it? Good. XD The Rules: -Use all 7 words properly in a sentence. -Spelling, capitalization, grammer, and punctuation COUNT. The occasional typo will be disregarded. -All the words must be used at least once. But not too often, then it would be repetitive. -No profanity. Dur. The Dates: March/April We will vote the first week of May because I'm going to be in Spain. The Scoring: I have a 10 point Rubric and the grade from that will be combined with the number of votes you recieve. Spelling, etc - 2 points Used all words (& correctly) - 7 points Written well (plot, etc) - 1 points And that makes the total = 10 points The Prizes: TBA. PM me if you want to donate. XD The Words: amanuensis: one employed to take dictation or to copy manuscripts. garrulous: talkative; also, wordy. recherche: exotic; rare; also, affected, pretentious. probity: complete and confirmed integrity. busker: a street musician or performer. rara avis: a rare or unique person or thing. cabal: a group that seeks power usually through intrigue. Click <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/03/"; target="_blank" class="bb-url">here</a> for more info.

Mikey Makita · March 2008

Bliss walked through the forest and pondered her personality. She knew she was garrulous but what else was she? She was a day busker,a singer in the streets. Melodys came from her lips as she pondered it. Suddenly, she saw a rara avis animal,laying hurt on the ground.Stepping closer,she could see that it was a horse with a pink mane and tail. *Am still working on it!*

NickelbackLuver · March 2008

Ill definatly be entering this ^^

DoodleBugHolding · March 2008

Doodle walked down the rode on her way to the fair humming a soft tune as she went. As she passed the car lot where everyone was parked she was annoyed to hear a garrulous young child talk her parents to death, just another reason not to have children. She finally came to the ticket booth where she paid for her ticket before entering. Beside the ticket booth almost out of sight was a group of cabal kids probably just thinking of ways to sneak in without paying, well they looked like that kind of type. The fair was full of bright lights and the smell of wonderful food, a busker was swallowing a sword from the public, what a dangerous act. As a girl watched the sword slide in she acted like she was full of probity, and only gave a â€œoohâ€

Aziu · March 2008

Just like 10th grade!

Expect an entry from me at some point. ;P

Kerry · March 2008

I'll try to get something in

Aziu · March 2008

I cut it close: 434 words. ^^: There were only so many ways he knew of to make money and only a handful of them were legal. He knew the court was on the lookout for a new amanuensis but he was illiterate. Besides, from what heâ€™d heard, the last scribe had quit not due to old age but because the court was simply too garrulous. For a time heâ€™d tried his luck at blacksmithing. He quickly learned why only a select few followed the trade. Now he trudged through the grimy town streets half-heartedly in search of work. The quick movement of colored dots to his left drew him up short. He crossed the busy road and paused to watch the busker plying his trade, drawing smiles from the many children and few adults gathered around. The spectator drew a coin from his pocket: his last penny. He knew he needed it, but from looking at the performer he knew he needed it more. The juggler was frighteningly thin. While his mind chastised him for the foolish act of charity he let the coin drop into the entertainerâ€™s hat lying empty by the wayside. Having an empty pocket had never made him feel so good about himself. It was a recherchÃ© sensation, one he hoped to experience more often. Even the growling of his stomach could not squelch the feeling. He jumped when a gnarled, skeleton-like hand landed on his shoulder. â€œForgive my intrusion, sir,â€

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