A to Z odd words (Dictionary Day)

In honor of Dictionary Day, October 16th, let’s look at some odd words that could add zest to our writing:
Anguilliform: resembling an eel in form and characteristics.

Barmecide: adjective: illusory or imaginary and therefore disappointing; noun: a person who offers benefits that are illusory or disappointing.

Chanticleer: a rooster in a fairy tale.

Etui: a small ornamental case for holding needles, cosmetics, and other articles.

Hwyl: a stirring feeling of emotional motivation and energy which is associated with the Welsh people.

Mumpsimus: a traditional custom or notion that is adhered to although it has been shown to be unreasonable.

Rubricate: to add elaborate capital letters (typically red ones) or other decorations to a manuscript.

Triskaidekaphobia: Extreme superstition, fear of, the number thirteen.

Zoanthropy: delusion of a person who believes himself changed into an animal.

Dictionary Day is in honor of Noah Webster, considered the Father of the American Dictionary. Noah Webster was born on October 16, 1758.

Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.


Moldy Cheese (Homophone Flash Fiction)

Ted was in a rush to find an eyrie because today, October 9th, was going to be an eerie day at work. Being at a restaurant on National Moldy Cheese Day could wreak havoc with the customers who were not accustomed to the reek of moldy cheese. Even though the moldy cheese was just on display, the pale green cheese in the display pail invoked lots of ‘dangs’. It was tough to get the customers to accept the tuff looking blob.

Thus, Ted had spent a week trying to think up nice responses to the customers ‘what!’ comments; but all of his ideas were far too weak. He remembered being a child on a brae in Scotland, where even the goats would bray when they saw moldy cheese in their feed trough. Not wanting to sound like an omen prophet, he was not going to tell the owner about possible lost profit. Sure, celebrating this holiday was something new at the restaurant, but everyone knew the dangers.

He was right; on October 9th, the moldy cheese smell in the dining room brought forth lots of rheum! One did not have to canvass the customer reaction, as too many openly said that they wanted to cover the moldy cheese with canvas. Thankfully, a few hours later there was a rap on the kitchen door, and the manager said National Moldy Cheese Day was a wrap! Ted wondered who gave the manager the cue that customer kyu was leading to the queue for the door.
(Moldy Cheese, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2018.)

October 9th is National Moldy Cheese Day!

Fortune Cookie Fortunes (homophone flash fiction)

It was September 29th, and while looking out the top storey window Joan felt eating some fortune cookies was somehow apropos to writing their snack time story. Friendship wise, it’s not like she would win a medal if she did meddle. Nevertheless, it was Confucius Day, and philosophically, one does not earn an award if they leave philosophy in an urn. Or in a gallipot filled with galipot.

Tom, on the other hand, while recognizing one of the world’s greatest philosophers, was not whirled away by fortune cookies. His fate was based on far more than a fortune cookie fête. Tom told Joan that her waistline would not profit from fortune cookies for the prophet. To which Joan replied, “He who jump off cliff, jump to conclusion! So, let’s not waste a chance to read our fortunes thinking about your waste.”

Thus, off the locale eatery they went; with Tom promising to mask his concerns and not start a masque. He even opened one first and read his fortune, “Shop at store next door, so don’t be bare in the woods like a bear.” “Not very discreet,” replied Joan, “I guess that shop is not discrete from this one.”

Ten fortune cookies later, they decided to leave for home, and Joan sighed not knowing if Tom actually had taken her side of the waistline discussion. Nevertheless, Tom had liked the fortune cookies and, as they passed the clothing shop, he told her not to worry, because per a fortune cookie, she had the genes to wear tight jeans. Joan laughed and said “Happy Confucius Day…and you could be rote if you only wrote nice fortune cookie statements.”

(Fortune Cookie Fortunes, Steven S. Walsky, © September 2018.)

Confucius Day is always September 29th.