EXERCISE 5 Word Challenge #39

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by October Knight, Mar 16, 2012.

  1. 5 Word Challenge
    Brought to you by: October Knight

    This challenge is to help strengthen your vocabulary. You'll learn new words and how to use them in roleplay posts, stories, poems, etc!

    1. Aim for a minimum of 1-3 paragraphs. If you'd like to write more than that, then go for it!
    2. Try to use each word in your post, but if you can't, don't or forget it's ok, just have fun!
    3. Style the writing like you would for a story. It can be describing a setting, or written from the perspective of a character. Whatever you feel would work the best.

    The Words:

    • Lamprophony - (N) Loudness and clarity of voice
    • Inaniloquent - (ADJ) Speaking foolishly; full of empty or idle talk. 2. Prone to foolish or empty babbling.
    • Mungo - (N) A low grade wool or slang for a 'dumpster diver',Someone who digs through the trash.
    • Tautology - (N) Needless repetition of an idea, especially in words other than those of the immediate context, without impairing additional force or clearness. Example: "Widow Woman"
    • Ailurophile - (N) A cat-lover.
  2. The raggedy boy pulled the mungo on his back tighter as he shivered, marching through the smelly, dark prison. A guard jabbed a sword to his back, "Move it!" He sped up a little, staring behind the many cell bars and seeing the gaunt faces of 'criminals'. In one, a skeletal man sat in a corner, knees to his chest, mumbling inaniloquently into the darkness. He frowned as he passed a disheveled woman who was stroking a dusty pile of faux fur, cooing and whispering at it. She had a crazed look in her eyes, the look of an Ailurophile coping with living without her dearest companions. Damien dropped his gaze to the stone floor, taking a deep breath. He was frightened, he closed his eyes tightly wanting to escape to anywhere but here. The walk seemed long, but before he knew it his eyes snapped open as he was shoved into a dank crypt, he fell to his hands and knees on the cold stone floor, gasping with surprise. The metal bars clanged behind him and keys jangled in the lock, shutting him away from the world with a click. He turned and sat, looking up at the guard. The guard's deep grumbling voice spoke, muttering the typical tautology of slurs at the prisoner before walking off, but before he left the cells the lamprophony of his voice carried and echoed in the halls "Alright, listen up you psychotic freaks! As per the usual there will be no escaping, anyone caught escaping will be put to death." He glared at one insane individual in particular, "You sicken me, none of you are normal! You are to stay down here and stay the hell away from the sane individuals of society. We don't need your twisted corruption! With that he stomped out of the jail and back up to the light of civilization.

    Damien laid on the cold floor and cried. It's not fair, he didn't ask to become a crazy! He didn't ask to be locked away for how his mind had become. Yet even as he told himself those words the voices in his head whispered "You deserve this", "You're worthless", "You were born abnormal. You're a freak!", Damien closed his eyes and drifted off into the darkness.