Word of The Day Archive

1. Debris

   1. Alice felt her heart beating roughly against her chest before she heard anything else. She felt the weight of the debris of the crumbling building push down on her weak muscles as the fire crackled against the exterior of the building around her. As a fit of coughing gathered in her lungs, a thought captured her attention in her mind; "how did everything go so wrong?" All she wanted was to help, to protect him, and now she was laying in the debris of the mess of her own wrongdoings. The thought of this all going wrong never crossed her mind - but she couldn't help but wonder how the spell she had been practicing and working on perfecting for most of her life had backfired so faithlessly. A sharp pain in what she perceived to be her lungs brought her back to her own body. She tried to speak, to cry for help, but no words came out. She was utterly alone, by no fault but her own. Alice realized that nothing could save her now.

2. Blue

   1. Alexander placed the headphones over his ears. The words around him were muffled, blocked out by the padded muffs of the chunky device that hugged his ears. "Are you sure this will work?" he asked the scientist that sat at the table across from him, eyeing the neutral expression that was drawn across her face with weary eyes. All she did was nod, not that Alexander was really expecting a true, verbal answer. With that, he closes his eyes, listening to the music that begins to play softly. Colours begin to reach around his vision as the sweet sound of instruments flush into his mind. The colour blue was most prominent, the soft glow of the ocean edging the corners of his eyes.

3. Sweetheart

   1. Jake placed his hands on his desk as he stared crossly at the chalkboard ahead of him. He wondered why his classmates, at such an ever-evolving age of sixteen, decided to rekindle the concept of passing out valentines. He never enjoyed the idea of having to celebrate such a holiday. In fact, he thought it was dumb, pointless even. Where did his peers expect him to dig up such creativity? Surely, they knew that he had no time to develop such a relationship strong enough to be able to call his lover "sweetheart". For a brief moment, he glanced over his unwaveringly still arms to see a nauseatingly shimmery paper heart. Sitting there before his very eyes was a valentine’s card; his first very own heart shaped card. He wondered if this was some kind of joke. It had to be, right? A small, slight glimmer of hope sparked in his chest because maybe, just maybe, it was real.

4. Gloss

   1. The sticky brush of my lip gloss glides smoothly along my lips as I watch it mindlessly in my reflection through the mirror before me. I begin to wonder how my life turned out like this; sure, I have a husband and two lovely children, but it just doesn't seem like enough. "I am loved," I say out loud to myself, my empty gaze meeting that of my own seemingly lifeless reflection. I wondered where that spark had gone; when in my thirty years of life did I lose that spark of hopefulness and adventure that once twinkled in the depths of my eyes? Where was the person my husband had fallen in love with and longed to marry? I wondered if it was slowly beaten out of me, through the words of despair and disappointment that he muttered into my ears when we were out in public and that amplified and echoed throughout our house when we were alone. "Where did it all go wrong?" I asked myself silently, "when did my glistening soul dissipate into the hollow shell that is now my physical body?"

5. Suck

   1. Staring up at the sky, I push all of my focus towards the stars and what galaxies lay beyond. For a moment I wondered how much simpler life would be if the sky just sucked me up from this very spot, pulling me through the galaxies and past stars vastly undiscovered by man. Perhaps that would benefit everybody in my life, if I had just disappeared. I know they have grown sick of my clumsiness. Maybe I would do it for real this time; just hitch a ride and leave town, restart my life.