Please use the list you got on Friday 1/23/15 to create your story. Use at least five of the ten words and use them correctly in context. Do not include the definition in the story and do not write a list of sentences. Have fun! DUE DATE: 1/30/2015, FRIDAY @ 3:45pm.
sycophant, pernicious, ubiquitous, non sequitur, diatribe, slipshod
nefarious, precursor, impregnable, demure (+ literary term: portmanteau)
MINIMUM: 150 WORDS
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DeleteHolding in her sobs, a young girl sat with her head in her hands, dark hair reaching over her shoulder and pooling around her feet. She did not seem to care that blood stained her features, nor dyed her pale clothes red. No the only thing she thought about, the only thing she could think about really, was the fact that her house, made of impregnable stone walls and surrounded by ditches, had been breached. She could only sit in shock and remember her mother's diatribe, words falling from her lips without sound when the world exploded. She could only stare in helpless amazement as the nefarious man and his troops stormed her house and ended her family's lives. She felt as if she had been sitting there for hours when the police finally showed up. They came rushing in, much like the murderers from before, guns waving around. She pressed herself into the wall, electric blue eyes clouded over. A man rushed over, and she recognized him. It was the police chief, the one that always followed her father around like a lost puppy. Her lips pulled into a sneer. This little sycophant had no reason to be the one to comfort her. He wasn't even worthy to carry her portmanteau. Over the next few days, many people came to give their condolences to the demure girl with dark hair and cold eyes. No one commented on the fact she was place in a slipshod orphanage, nor made and mention of the fact that she was angrier than usual. Only she knew what had happened in that house, and she wouldn't talk about it. She let the pernicious thoughts fester, becoming dark angry stains on her mind. She knew of the ubiquitous eyes that followed her. She slowly let her rage at the man her killed her parents grow until it was the only thing she knew. Yet no one knew of her thoughts, her masks of a shy traumatized child. When she had conversations she made many a non sequiter to keep people confused. She made no mention of her precursor nor any of her family. Not her tiny siblings nor her elder grandparents. She just silently vowed revenge. She would kill that man, or her name wasn't Harriet Abigail Johnson.
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ReplyDeleteMy sister always diatribes when she talks to me, she’s nefarious when we’re together most of the time. Sometimes she is slipshod and tends to not pay attention. I try to not let it get to me but I can deal with it, only because she’s my sister. She’s a very interesting person to talk to when we have our conversations. Sometimes when she talks it’s not-sequitur… but she’s only 12 years old. She’ll get better on her vocabulary and her sentences when she get’s older and understand. I try to help her when I can because it’s precursor to me. When my sister uses words or says something in the right way, used properly she get’s sycophant, it can get annoying sometimes but I’m proud she knows how to say the sentences in the right way and is learning things in the right way.
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ReplyDeleteI never imagined Amahli to be such a nefarious person… She ran over my dog this morning. She said it was payback, because I always bring non sequitur into her conversations. But that is no reason to run over my dog!!! She thinks that it’s funny, she’s sadistic and doesn’t realize how abominable she is! It is completely psycho what she will do to to disparage someone. I cannot believe I lost my little Zazu my little fluff ball of happiness. I hope he is happy up in doggy heaven I hope he is loving the sun up there because where I live he definitely didn't get enough of that. Amahli on the other hand, she needs help i think I may send in an application for her to go to get help. But until then if I ever get another animal I will make sure they stay in my impregnable house.
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ReplyDeleteYou see her. Jan. 30, 2015
Period 6
You see her walking down the hall,
she hides her face, you dont noticed her unless you look.
She has a loud mind, but a small voice.
You are not sure why you see her,
but you do.
She is demure, but stands out on her own.
You think she may be nothing
but everything all at the same time.
You are not sure why,
but you see her.
And you want to know why.
Your mind.
No one else can get here,
yet they are there.
You hear it,
none others do.
It is sometimes crazy,
others in place.
it is there for you,
and is impregnable to others.
You lose it,
You love it.
But without it,
You are out of your mind.
They throw you down,
lower than ever.
All you hear is the diatribe words for you,
and only for you.
Over time you get used to it,
but it creeps back up every now and then.
Your life becomes slipshod,
and you mind becomes nefarious.
You try to become normal,
to disappear for the least.
You end up ubiquitous for them,
and it never stops.
Her face is so beautiful, she looks so fragile like a flower; someone who wouldn’t harm anyone. As I hear her laughing after her DIATRIBE to her mother, I realize I was friends with a monster. Estefany was her name, she was 17 years old. Her father was a VENERABLE priest. On the outside Estefany was a sweetheart, who would go to church everyday and help her community. I been her best friend for 5 years now. I know her better than my own sister. Estefany was SADISTIC, SLIPSHOD. She was smart and knew how to put someone down. I don’t think anyone could make her feel bad about herself; her ego was so big. Its like she was surrounded by an IMPREGNABLE stone wall. Her dark soul was getting to me. Sometimes I’d look in the mirror and would see an ABOMINABLE person. I needed to leave her side, but I didn’t know how to. Today I called her and asked her to leave me alone, and to never talk to me again. She yelled at me and said that wasn’t going to happened. “You're my puppet , you’re not going to get away with this. I’m on my way to your house!” I didn’t know what to expect.
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