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Word Wednesday: Obsidian

 

Word Wednesday_Obsidian_Spilt Ink Press_Sitting in Spilt InkThis Wednesday’s word is: Obsidian (noun)

ob·sid·i·an

/əb’sidēən,äb’sidēən

noun

a hard, dark, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava without crystallization.

Did you know that obsidian is one of the stones used during Wiccan rituals on Halloween, or Samhain as witches refer to it?
Did you also know that H.R. Gordon is Wiccan?
Happy Samhain! Happy Halloween!

The Word Wednesday challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then tag Sitting in Spilt Ink in it on Twitter (@SpiltInkPress) for a chance to be featured on the site! 

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Word Wednesday: Travesty

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This Wednesday’s word is: Travesty (noun): a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something. (verb) represent in a false or distorted way

The challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then tag Sitting in Spilt Ink in it on Twitter (@Spiltinkblog) for a chance to be featured on the site! 

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Word Wednesday

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This Wednesday’s word is: Tranquil (adjective): free from disturbance. 

The challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then send your piece to me. I’d love to read what you come up with! 

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Word Wednesday: Revitalize

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This Wednesday’s word is: revitalize (verb): to imbue (something) with new life and vitality. The challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then send your piece to me. I’d love to read what you come up with! 

Poetry

Word Vomit

The words spilled out onto the sidewalk

Like blood gushing from a wound.

A terribly deep cut, right across the mouth.

Word vomit.

Everywhere.

Puking up syllables and inappropriate sounds

Left and right.

Just when you think it’s over,

You taste the familiar coarseness that is common with

Regurgitated words.

Words you swallowed long ago

To suppress some sort of

Rage

Nervous tension

Sadness

Disbelief

They taste like week-old meatloaf

With the scent of iron, the bloody kind.

Here it comes again.

You try to stop

But suddenly all that emotion is pouring out onto the

Receiver’s polished shoes.

They’re so damn entitled, aren’t they?

So ignorant.

So infuriating.

So hurtful.

A retort?

You think not.

And here comes the vomit again.

Spewing insults as fast as the words can travel from

The locked box in your heart and the passion can pump them

Up your esophagus and shoot out of your mouth like

A canon.

Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

BAM.

They can’t respond.

You’ve filled their mouth with your word vomit.

They turn and walk in a dejected shuffle,

Away from the scene of the crime.

Now full of anger

Self- conscious timidness

And surprise

To go unleash on another soul, deserving or not.

Then the thought floats through your mind,

Your oh-so-relaxed mind,

Maybe they were undeserving…

Just maybe.

Just the thought of it

Calls real vomit to the mouth.

But you chose to ignore.

No responsibility here.

You soon forget.

But they don’t.

They don’t forget.

They unleash.

And the cycle starts again.

Go gag yourself.

 

 

Photo Credit: Olga Nydia Galindo, Artist