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posted by Jay at 6:24 AM | Link to this Story Word

Finial

Tired of being called an unnecessary adornment, the Finials went on strike. Fluted, flamed, foliated, they marched away from their gables, spires and pinnacles, taking lovely baroque excesses with them.

"Everything is so functional now!" the Pragmatists exclaimed.

"Everything is so boring now!" the Sensualists cried.

But Whimsey stepped in and persuaded the Finials to return, and Ornament heaved a sigh of relief that decorative extravagance was not dead yet.

(Storyword "Finial" courtesy of RuthN)
posted by Jay at 1:56 PM | Link to this Story Word

Rhododactyl

Rhododactyl aurora peeks from her mountain cradle to my east, though all I see is glowering gray streaked with silver, as if the servants of heaven have all fogged mirrors during their night's rest. Nonetheless I heed her distant bonfire and peek from my own flannel cradle, ready to face the day's march of words.
posted by Jay at 8:54 AM | Link to this Story Word

Entabulate

To entabulate is to make into a table. So many things can be made into tables -- oak, plywood, cubed-up race cars, periods, periodic elements, data elements, elemental forces, forced puns, punitive damages. Everyone who loves entabulation raise their hand and be counted.
posted by Jay at 9:23 PM | Link to this Story Word

Tardy

Tardy is as Tardy does. We watch for Tardy, but he always comes late. As we wait, we have learned to do other things to while away the empty hours and lend meaning to our lives. But like the king, when Tardy arrives he is by definition on time. Times Tardy is his favorite newspaper, while cherry Tardies are his favorite dessert. Tardy is as Tardy does.
posted by Jay at 11:56 PM | Link to this Story Word

Plinth

Plinth was a narrow-faced man with a stony heart and a short right-hand reach. He never thought much about it, growing up among the rocky hills and sour fields of his homeland. But when the Duke of Sunrise came and roused the armies, and Plinth went off to war at the point of some half-drunk serjeant's sword, his ways and means became an issue. A short-armed man does not draw a mighty bow, nor is his reach with a blade worthy of much. As result, Plinth worked horselines, manned field kitchens, dug (shallow) latrines, and generally did those things which support an army. He never did find out who won the war, just went home one morning after awakening alone in a mist surrounded by corpses. There was no one left who remembered him, but the land had changed little, and eventually he melted back into stone himself.
posted by Jay at 9:05 PM | Link to this Story Word

Ante

Up the ante. Ante Sally. Ante Dis establishment in Terranism. Antes in your panties. Antes abandoned by the Gods. Whither ante now? What price ante? Ante pro. Ante.
posted by Jay at 6:18 AM | Link to this Story Word