Slumgullion
noun
- Stew of meat, vegetables, potatoes, etc.
- Beverage made weak or thin
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Saturday, July 27, 2013
Welter
What did Welter inspire?
noun; meaning "a confused mass,
a state of commotion, turmoil, or upheavel"
or
verb; meaning "to roll, toss, or heave,
to lie bathed or drenched in something"
Noël Coleman
Noël Coleman
“You left me
in a welter.”
I paused, to
turn the cardboard cup in my hands. Anything to pass the time without more
words, to make this moment freeze up and wait for me to be okay before it
passed.
“Anna?”
There was a
rush of air from your lungs before I even met your eyes. I knew, right then, we
were doomed. I looked down. There was something in those green eyes that I
realized, posthumously, I never wanted to see.
“I didn’t
mean to. I – I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean it.”
The cup was
becoming more fascinating with every passing second.
Red
cardboard.
Rubbing your
hands down the side creates a scratching rhythm.
I try
writing the sound in my mind.
Onomatopoeia
would probably be easier to figure out if you didn’t reach out and grab my
hand, thank you very much.
“Stop it. I
hate that noise.”
I roll my
eyes, and I can feel your stupid
smirk.
“I don’t
have a choice. Not if you insist on holding my hand.”
“Didn’t
think you’d mind.”
“Maybe I don’t.
Whatever.”
“I’m
sor-,”but I don’t give you the chance to finish.
“Don’t. It’s
far, far too late. And I should have told you before. And I don’t even want to
talk about it anyway.”
It’s not
like me to interrupt.
“Fine.”
I falter.
It’s not like you to let it go.
Then again,
it’s not every day I decide to announce my undying affection over a cup of
stale, watered down coffee. So maybe we’re just breaking with tradition all
around.
Maybe you’ll
just let it go. Maybe we really won’t ever talk about this again.
“Which
‘welter’ did I leave you in?” Okay, fine, maybe not.
“What?”
“Which
welter? Were you confused because I left without a goodbye? Did I throw you
into turmoil over
where I
disappeared to? Did you cry yourself to sleep when you remembered the last time
you saw me? I think those work with the word. Maybe a bit too melodramatic for
your usual tastes. But I dunno. It seemed to work for me.”
You were
tripping over words, coming out too fast and too loud for our crowded space. You
don’t trip over words; I do.
“What are
you talking about?”
“I love you
too.”
Oh.
I should say
something.
Okay, no
really. Now you’re looking at me with those eyes again.
I thought I
wasn’t going to look at them anymore today?
I should
really say something.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Well… yeah”
“You just
said you loved me and freaked out and now I’m saying I feel the same way and
‘Oh’? All I get is ‘oh’?”
“I’m not
sure what I’m… I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now.”
“Oh.”
“Shut your
face.”
“Alright,”
You sound... exasperated? The scrape of your chair turns more heads than our
furious whispers had managed.
“You’re
leaving?”
“No. I’m
going to buy us another round of coffee. More coffee is needed for this.”
I returned
to staring at my cup.
Oh.
“No. Wait.
Look at me first.”
I tilted my
face up to you.
It hurt my
neck.
You’re too
absurdly tall.
Okay, brain,
calm down.
“I’m
looking. I’d rather see you holding another cup of coffee.”
You laugh,
and I think maybe, maybe we’ll be okay if
we just forget about this.
“Since I’m
hoping for an answer beyond ‘oh,’ I figure I should give you some time to
prepare.”
“Gee,
thanks.”
This is
good. This is lighthearted. This is… us.
“I’m going
to ask you out on a real date tonight. I’m hoping you’ll say yes. If you don’t…
If you don’t, I’m going to ask you again tomorrow. And the day after that. And
the day after. Because I love you. And I left because I was stupid. I’m not
leaving again. Not without you.”
You turn
towards the counter.
I feel like
my head is exploding.
You turn
around again.
I wonder if
anyone else notices how crazed you look right now.
“Cream,
right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Yes.
Don’t leave.”
I don’t.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Prompt 7: Welter
Welter
noun
- A confused mass
- A state of commotion, turmoil, or upheavel
verb
- To roll, toss or heave
- To lie bathed or drenched in something
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Saturday, July 20, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Prompt 6: Hadeharia
Hadeharia
noun
- Constant use of the word "Hell"
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Swivet
What did Swivet inspire ?
noun; meaning "a state of nervous excitement,
haste, or anxiety;
a flutter"
Dictionomicon is wishing two of it's cracking creatives, Noël and Mark, a fantastical shared birthday weekend! Can't wait to see what words they'll unearth in the coming year!
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Prompt 5: Swivet
Swivet
noun
- a state of nervous excitement, haste, or anxiety
- flutter
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Abderian
adjective; meaning " inclined to incessant merriment or laughter,
foolish,
absurd,
ridiculous"
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