Word Lists

Hey @Bluejay!
I love new words, and one small word can get an idea going for me! I will definitely use these lists; although I never thought of using them in this way, I think that this is a great idea. Go for it!

@bluejay That sounds neat, but like Kate, I’m trying not to take on too much extra writing.

Speaking of which, just how do you plan to write 4-5 books a year, @kate-flournoy? That and, oh dear … you don’t mean … oh dear.

@kate-flournoy. Ha! That so terribly desperate. 😉

Your goal vaguely suggested that any marriage would end your writing career … as sad thought. Made me bite my nails. Now the fact is, I do that anyways … but still.

@kate-flournoy Oh, good. Unfortunately, you may still have a truckload of books arrive at your doorstep on single living, but hey *shrugs* I’m too lazy to cancel the order.

This a short, short story I wrote using the words. I have put them into bold so that they are easier to spot out.

@Bluejay

The Beige Briefcase

A dog sat at the bottom of the stairs, watching his completely crazy humans maneuver around the moving-boxes strewn all over the floor. Why exactly did they have to move again? The old house was perfect, and no one had to worry about decision making and losing chew toys.
He wondered if the box full of perfume would be tasty, as he was feeling rather feisty at the moment. But, seeing the fierce looks of his people, he thought it best not to experiment. Instead, he sat politely and looked sadly as his owners broke out into an argument for the thirtieth time in a row. What now?
“Where’d you put it?” shouted Human 1.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s just a small suitcase.” replied Human 2 passingly.
“Yet, it does! It holds the recruits for those liable to become lieutenant–something tells me you don’t quite appreciate the weight of the situation.”
“I do, but we have to preserve the information we already saved. We can’t go back for anything else…not ever your beige briefcase.”
The dog’s ears perked up. Beige Briefcase? That was the suitcase that smelled like the color red; the baggage that had been put inside another bag to keep it form getting lost? Where they looking for it?
As both humans stormed off, he had the weirdest idea. Well, perhaps not weird, but it was a new idea nonetheless. Before he had to think it through, he dashed towards the luggage littering the living room and started to tear open the first bag that came to his path. Only clothes. And the next was no good either, only papers and manila folders, neither of which tasted very good.
A half hour passed by, and nearly all of the cases were ripped and torn open. The living room was a wreck, which is saying something considering the size. Only one duffel bag was left unscathed amongst the trashed clothes, papers and chew toys.
The dog’s ears twitched; his humans were coming back. He sat down and wagged his tail so hard it swept the dusty floor clean. It stopped wagging when Human 1 stood open-mouthed at the living room, “Max!”
At the volume of her voice, Max gauged her to be at a level 10 anger level. “Bad do! No biscuit!”
She walked over to the duffel bag and ripped it off of the floor as if the ground were on fire. A zip could be heard as she yanked open the bag. With a gasp, she pulled out the Beige Briefcase.
“John!”
Human 2 came running. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Look, can you believe it? Max found my briefcase!”
“What? Hey, good dog!” and they gave him a biscuit.
The End