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I'm terribly behind on my goal of learning 50 new words, so I went through 1word1day (LJ) and picked out a few. Then tried to use them in context to cement them in my mind... So I present, horrible flash fiction theater:
Glenda's chatoyant gown hung from her gracile body, looking a bit frowzy due to the fact that she was, in a word, symphoric, and had stumbled down a steep precipice fleeing her captors. Her troubles began when her lepusphobia had left her in a bit of a swivet when she encountered a logy rabbit who refused to move from the path, and in her haste to find a way around without rousing her gephyrophobia, she'd ended up in a agrestic cabin with a picaroon who had a decidedly vermiculate face. He told her he'd been caught in a dreadful pogonip and left stranded, and her, being quite the gobemouch, believed him. She also believed him when he said his "sword" was dodrandal, but that's another story. The quiquous thing was how he had convinced her to join a cult that practiced vivisepulture, not mentioning she was the next intended victim, not a new member. She'd managed to immerd (long story) her captors in a pit, and leaving them stinking and swearing (she mentally replaced those words with grawlix so not to sully her pristine mind), ran off through the woods.
Glenda's chatoyant gown hung from her gracile body, looking a bit frowzy due to the fact that she was, in a word, symphoric, and had stumbled down a steep precipice fleeing her captors. Her troubles began when her lepusphobia had left her in a bit of a swivet when she encountered a logy rabbit who refused to move from the path, and in her haste to find a way around without rousing her gephyrophobia, she'd ended up in a agrestic cabin with a picaroon who had a decidedly vermiculate face. He told her he'd been caught in a dreadful pogonip and left stranded, and her, being quite the gobemouch, believed him. She also believed him when he said his "sword" was dodrandal, but that's another story. The quiquous thing was how he had convinced her to join a cult that practiced vivisepulture, not mentioning she was the next intended victim, not a new member. She'd managed to immerd (long story) her captors in a pit, and leaving them stinking and swearing (she mentally replaced those words with grawlix so not to sully her pristine mind), ran off through the woods.