Monday, March 22, 2010

Word of the Week

It’s time for another exciting round of “Word of the Week,” my very own improv game for writers! (Which means there are bound to be a few outlandish rules and gobs of pointless points). To play, just leave a comment that uses this week’s Word, with as many--or as few--other words as you want.

Keep in mind, your comment needn’t define the Word, just include it in an amusing or unexpected way. So if the Word were cookie, my comment might be, “Cinderello surveyed the kitchen with a distinct look of distaste. ‘Oh, and did I mention I don’t cook, i.e., chop, bake, or sauté?’” Remember, though, the actual Word will never be so non-outlandish, so don’t give yourself a headache trying to be too witty--the entries tend to generate plenty of wittiness all on their own:)

And now for the rules: First, please leave only one entry. Second, please make your comment something you’d be willing to share with your grandmother, your preacher, and your preacher’s grandmother. And last, but most importantly, please resist the urge to look the Word up. Trust me, you’ll like how this turns out much better if you do.

On Friday, I’ll reveal the definition, announce the winning comment (or comments), and award as many--or as few--points as I choose. And then we’ll all have a good laugh and give the winner (or winners) a virtual pat on the back.

All right, you ready for the Word? It’s fulgurant, which is an adjective.


A.L. Sonnichsen said...

She snorted through her fulgurant nose. "What's that supposed to mean, you ninny?"

Kayeleen said...

I used to have a word of the day, similar to this kind of word. Here goes.

The fulgurant aroma of the coffee filled the little room as mom put away the can of Folgers.

JustineDell said...

When the man who bumped into her grocery cart gave her fulgurant laugh, she almost smacked him.

Hey, that sounds pretty cool - no I think I'll go google it ;-)


Myrna Foster said...

I'm not going to give you the full "grr" rant, but there are days when I think telemarketing should be illegal.

Myrna Foster said...

Tag, you're it. I mean, I gave you another award. ;)

Olleymae said...

The hefty woman chased Jeffrey down the hallway, catching him by his coattails.
“We’ve just met—don’t leave yet. Oh, I feel faint. Hold me,” she said, shoving him into her fulgurant bosom.