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Britwitch

Today's Word of the Day is....


organoleptic
adjective | or-guh-noh-LEP-tik


Definition

1 : being, affecting, or relating to qualities (such as taste, color, odor, and feel) of a substance (such as a food or drug) that stimulate the sense organs

2 : involving use of the sense organs


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English speakers got an early taste of organoleptic in an 1852 translation of a French chemistry textbook. Its spelling is an Anglicization of the French word organoleptique, which derives from organ (same meaning as in English) and Greek lēptikos, meaning "disposed to take or accept." Lēptikos is also an ingredient in neuroleptic (a type of powerful tranquilizer). The parent of lēptikos—the verb lambanein, meaning "to take or seize"—contributed to the formation of several English words, including epilepsy and syllable.

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Peripherie

Who knew the taste of out-of-date baked beans would be so amazing!

It had been a lucky find. Most stores were picked clean by now. He wasn't a scavenger - not in the most popular sense of the day. The roving bands of metal hungry marauders knew nothing of what gold they left behind as they busted up walls and ripped out piping from buildings long abandoned. Streams of water and shafts of light were left in their wake. All that was needed was time - of which he had in spades. What else would he do with his blossoming adulthood? Bunk down with the small enclaves of people trying to find some semblance of normal life? It was a dusty and smelly existence that he wanted no part of.

He considered himself a trader, a connoisseur in a very rare and acquired taste. He never ate his finds, not until now. The mushrooms that he collected were sold to a very particular kind of client. Was he flirting with the enemy by selling them what they craved the most? Perhaps. But it paid well and he was able to barter himself a somewhat comfortable existence. If his secluded and dark bunker could ever be seen through the eyes of comfort - but it was safe, clean, and dry. Close enough.


No, today as he climbed over down shelves to find the moldy scent that signaled a growth of the sought-after mushrooms would be close by. Pushing over a box, the bottom deteriorated and out rolled an intact can of Busch's country style beans.

He never did find the mushrooms. It was an organoleptic experience - the tang of sweet and warm beans with a smell that clung inside his nose and to the tips of his fingers. Food was always bland and usually in soup form. This was thick and, due to age, slightly crunchy but it was a delicious risk. He did his best to make the beans last but a dormant hunger stole most of it away.

He would hunt again tomorrow but now was the time to sleep and feel a calm and cessation that was all but foreign to him.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Peripherie

If one had to describe the vile creature they had captured in the night, it would be ... comely. That had been a shock to her. There were rumors of the beasts learning to take on a second spirit - where once claws and scales turned into a more pleasing arrangement of flesh and muscle. The way the guards had it strung up against a strong interior wall almost had the look of one of those old 'man a month' calendars that she had seen before the world burned down around them.

She couldn't spend too much of her shift gawking at the prisoner. No, her job was to guard the hallway and then much later help the enclave leaders take 'samples'. They were made of sterner stuff than she, able to inflict as well as extract. Normally their skilled techniques were used on fellow humans who broke the group's laws.

Perhaps she would be more inclined to learn their craft when it was turned on the ones who set everything ablaze. If only she could avoid the sparkling onyx gaze that tracked her movement.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Chasing Dreams

They had one important decision to make that day before they could make any other choices for their home that was being built. They had agreed on the last two decisions they had to make on the layout and how many bedrooms and bathrooms the house was going to have. She wanted laminate flooring because it was durable and would hold up to anything their dogs and kids in the future could put them through. Her husband wanted hardwood floors. She smirked because she knew there were laminate floors that looked like hardwood and asked to see samples of them, knowing she was going to win this time around.
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Today's Word of the Day is....


contaminate
verb | kun-TAM-uh-nayt


Definition

1 a : to soil, stain, corrupt, or infect by contact or association

b : to make inferior or impure by admixture

2 : to make unfit for use by the introduction of unwholesome or undesirable elements


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Contaminate, taint, pollute, and defile mean to make impure or unclean. Contaminate implies intrusion of or contact with dirt or foulness from an outside source (logically enough, it derives from the Latin word tangere, meaning "to touch"). Taint stresses a loss of purity or cleanliness that follows contact ("tainted meat"). Pollute, sometimes interchangeable with contaminate, may imply that the process which begins with contamination is complete and that what was pure or clean has been made foul, poisoned, or filthy ("the polluted waters of the river"). Defile implies befouling of what could or should have been kept clean and pure or held sacred, and commonly suggests violation or desecration ("vandals defiled the mausoleum").

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Britwitch

Today's Word of the Day is....


smorgasbord
noun | SMOR-gus-bord


Definition

1 : a luncheon or supper buffet offering a variety of foods and dishes (such as hors d'oeuvres, hot and cold meats, smoked and pickled fish, cheeses, salads, and relishes)

2 : an often large heterogeneous mixture : mélange


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Although smorgasbord might make us think of a variety of foods, the Swedish word smörgås refers to a particular food item—an open sandwich or, alternatively, a slice of bread covered with butter—which is a staple of the traditional Swedish smorgasbord. (The word smör means "butter," and gås can mean "a lump of butter" as well as "goose.") Smörgås teamed up with the Swedish word bord, meaning "table" or "board," to form smorgasbord; the word first appeared in English in the later part of the 19th century. By the mid-20th century smorgasbord was being used outside of food-related contexts to refer to something that comprises a mixture or assemblage of different parts.

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Peripherie

They considered themselves a expert in all things, both sky and soil. It was an easy thing for them to concur and subject beast and man, so anything as relaxed as sport would not be hard to master. For them - perhaps studying the silly trappings of their opponents would be unfair. But nothing was off the table when it came to victory.

The human form was awkward and difficult to balance without the nature of a tail or wing but they succeeded in mimicking a gait and manner that was impressive but not assuming. Striding into the encampment in a way that was far too easy - it was not lost on them that they were the very thing that every spear and bombardment was meant to protect against. But tonight's stealthy raid was not focused on consumption or kidnapping. No, they were there to prove their skills in the barbaric rite of pugilism. As they walked to the a crowded makeshift arena and pay a small chunk of their hoard to for entry, they found the thought of fighting without fire to be both primitive and exhilarating.

They would of course need to hold back his might to prolong his fun. Their muscles were corded and trained for much more brutal engagements - one unchecked punch would win any bout as well as give away his ruse. And they wished to crush hopes and egos tonight, not skulls.

Stoic and unaffected by the surge the crowd through two rounds of fighting, they finally walked up to they human who seemed to be in charge and put a hacked and butchered version of their majestic name on the list. The truth of their nature would do little to support his entrance. But the extent of their power would soon be evident.

May the gods of the land have mercy on their opponent's limb and life.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Peripherie

"They came from dormant volcanoes." Earl, who fancied himself a rediscovered scientist adjusted his cracked spectacles.

Not that he could see much in the dim blinking red light. Each of these raid drills lasted long in the night until everyone started to become the same lump of dank, humid space huddled in the mine shaft turned bunker.

"I think LOTR had it right!" That comment from the resident settlement jester was met with a sick thud and a groan. If only because the VHS player had shorted out a month before and they weren't able to finish watching the trilogy.

"Harold enclave caught one - it had webbed feet! They came from the sea!" Snickers and coughs filled the air until someone said, "I thought Harold burned down...". Then there was just silence. No one wanted to admit that most of those sitting there in the dark had come from other 'secure' places that were now ash piles.

"Maybe they just want to go home." A small child's voice chilled the heated air around them. "I want to go home."

And there the conjecture stopped for a while. Everyone wanted to go home. A rumble swept through the tunnel from the entrance and a muffled screech found her ear. Drill no more.

"What if they started as peo..." Suddenly pressure build from above and a section of the tunnel gave way. Grabbing for whatever limbs were available - they dug and then they ran.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Britwitch

Today's Word of the Day is....


abhor
verb | ub-HOR


Definition

: to regard with extreme repugnance : to feel hatred or loathing for : loathe


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Abhor implies strong feelings of repugnance, disgust, and aversion. This degree of distaste is seen in the word's history. In earlier use, abhor sometimes implied an actual shrinking away from something in horror or repugnance. Appropriately, the word's Latin source, the verb abhorrēre, comes from the prefix ab- ("from, away") and the verb horrēre ("to bristle, shiver, or shudder"). As you may have guessed, the Latin horrēre is also the source of the English words horror, horrify, and horrible.

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Britwitch

Today's Word of the Day is....


impunity
noun | im-PYOO-nuh-tee


Definition

: exemption or freedom from punishment, harm, or loss


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Impunity (like the words pain, penal, and punish) traces to the Latin noun poena, meaning "punishment." The Latin word, in turn, came from Greek poinē, meaning "payment" or "penalty." People acting with impunity have prompted use of the word since the 1500s. An illustrative example from 1660 penned by Englishman Roger Coke reads: "This unlimited power of doing anything with impunity, will only beget a confidence in kings of doing what they [desire]." While royals may act with impunity more easily than others, the word impunity can be applied to the lowliest of beings as well as the loftiest: "The local hollies seem to have lots of berries this year.… A single one won't harm you, but eating a handful would surely make you pretty sick, and might kill you. Birds such as robins, mockingbirds, and cedar waxwings eat them with impunity." (Karl Anderson, The Gloucester County Times, 22 Dec. 2002).

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Peripherie

Scarcity breeds sins of old.

It was a phrase she had passed a dozen times on the way to the cafeteria. In earnest truth, it was just the largest room in the industrial warehouse they now called home. A variety of chairs and surfaces (tables, turned over shelves, stacks of pallets and whatever else made a durable platform) were scattered around and there was a hole knocked out in one wall from which the food was served. The edibility and quantity was always of suspect but eating something palatable was no longer a luxury. Kids often ran around with old magazines and tried to lick off pictures of sweets and cold delights - but it was a long forgotten dream.

All of which is why any act of gulosity was severely punished. Hoarding food or stealing rations was grounds for expulsion. Murder as punishment was rare at this particular enclave - though she had been at others who made the odd exception. Killing someone meant taking up too many resources - clean-up and disposal of the body the most taxing. Offenders were simply stripped naked (to reuse their clothes) and then tossed outside at the hottest peak of the day. If dehydration or sun-rot didn't get them, predators would.

She could hear the results of such a punishment as she entered for her mid-day meal. There was a loud banging on the outer metal walls. She couldn't exactly hear any words but her imagination was filled with pleas for forgiveness alternated with vicious cursing. The offense? Some newly arrived man had brought in some jerky without turning it over to the group.

And that was all it took. Not sharing was the same as stealing here - even a berry or a bean was enough justification. She eyed the bowl of was placed in front of her and never once forgot to say 'thank you'. There as a stab of dried beef at the bottom of what was mush or thinner. She made sure to whisper a thanks to the man outside as well.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Peripherie

He wore the badge of the town gadabout proudly. Most of his naysayers would call him a bum, but he liked to think that they was the glue that kept everything in this precarious world together. He woke up early and wore his best outfit (which mostly meant the clothes that had the least number of holes). Setting out before the sun blew fire across the sky, he headed first to the markets. It could be said that his goal was to scrounge up some free food instead of earning a meal at the workers cafeteria - but he saw it more as 'quality control'.

After finding something tasty (to be able to safely tell his community about), he heads to the living quarters where he greets the day along with his fellows and perhaps see if anything has been thrown out during the night that would be best recycled in his own small compound. Yes, he lived outside the rest of the others but his small tent near the outer walls was cozy while still providing him the privacy he desired. It might have been by the waste collection area but in this day and age, clean air was really not available anywhere. He prided himself on his hanging air freshener collection which made a unique cologne that clung to his skin which he was sure the women adored. They all were in such awe of him that they pined from afar.

The pleasantries were cut short however as his name began to be murmured on the lips of those he passed by - and not for his normal genial demeanor. No, the guards were looking for him and he took his oversized sandals for a run towards home.

Sadly he found that other enforcers were tearing apart his humble abode. Perhaps recycling things from the mayor's compound was not quite as appreciated. He hoped that his back-up role as enclave-jester would help him retain his freedom.

The handcuffs he soon found himself in said otherwise.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


meticulous
adjective | muh-TIK-yuh-lus


Definition

: marked by extreme or excessive care in the consideration or treatment of details


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It may surprise you to learn that meticulous is derived from the Latin word for "fearful"—meticulosus—and ultimately comes from the Latin noun metus, meaning "fear." Although meticulous currently has no "fearful" meanings, it was originally used as a synonym of "frightened" and "timid." This sense had fallen into disuse by 1700, and in the 19th century meticulous acquired a new sense of "overly and timidly careful" (probably influenced by the French word méticuleux). This in turn led to the current meaning of "painstakingly careful," with no connotations of fear at all. The newest use was controversial among some usage commentators at first, but it has since become by far the most common meaning and is no longer considered an error.

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Peripherie

Alarm!

He sat up startled as the piercing blare of a fire alarm streaked through his half-dazed ears. Yeah, he was in the middle of his watch shift but almost nothing happened in the very early hours before dawn. Even the beasts were normally heading back from their patrols to roost or whatever the hell the mythical bastards did. He would normally chuckle at his mental image of large dragons hanging upside down like bats - but this was serious!

He scrambled from his perch in the makeshift tower and use half-broken binoculars to peer out into the night. Shit! It wasn't a dragon, which was pretty awful - no, this was worse. Raiders! He climbed up to the controls of what used to be a scientific telescope. Some smart fool had figured out how to turn the thing into a projectile weapons platform. It was slow - full of extra gears and slapped on parts (very steampunk looking) but it was powerful. And as far as they knew, they were the only enclave that had it.

So here was the dilemma that tugged at his brain as he tuned the computer dials to aim for the ground in front of the encroaching tank-like vehicle. No-one knew they had this kind of epic tech in what looked like an old observatory. If he fired and didn't kill them all, then they might become an even bigger target to other enclaves who wanted it for themselves. The tinkerer that showed him how to use its was very clear - total destruction or nothing.

He began to sweat as the retargeted cannon came into position. Fingers shook as he was about to push the button that would mean survival or doom. Luckily for him there soon came a large explosion and men and machine began to stop dead. The drones! That was another lucky invention that they had found in an old mart and had been able to make work again with wasteland tech.

He sagged back into his chair as he watched the little bots fly after one last man and unleash a spray of bullets. Those little fuckers (and the people controlling them) had no mercy. But that was the way of things now. You could only trust who you could trust. And anyone outside our small group would be treated with extreme prejudice.

He settled back into his chair and went back to thinking of large dragonbats.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


pivot
noun | PIV-ut


Definition

1 : a shaft or pin on which something turns

2 a : a person, thing, or factor having a major or central role, function, or effect

b : a key player or position; specifically : an offensive position of a basketball player standing usually with back to the basket to relay passes, shoot, or provide a screen for teammates

3 : the action of pivoting; especially : the action in basketball of stepping with one foot while keeping the other foot at its point of contact with the floor


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Pivot is a French borrowing that slowly evolved grammatically in the English language. It began as a noun in the 14th century designating a shaft or pin on which something turns ("The chair turns on a pivot"). Later it was applied to any central person or thing around which action revolves. The noun then came to denote the action of turning about, oscillating, or balancing on or as if on a point ("the pivot of the golfer's body"; "a pivot in advertising strategy"). Adjectival use followed, always functioning as a synonym of the derivative pivotal describing things that are the pivot, that are vitally important or critical ("a pivot decision"). The word evolved yet again in the 19th century to become a verb indicating the act of turning, literally and figuratively, about a point ("The player pivoted and passed the ball"; "The plot pivots on revenge"). In wider extended use, it can imply a change of direction ("The company pivoted towards marketing remote learning tools and resources").

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Peripherie

"I demand habeas corpus!"

Or that was what he would have said, had a rag not been shoved in his mouth after her began to struggle against their hold. So his words came out as a sanctimonious mumble (but still with a feigned accent). He tried to act learned - in his ragged vest and bow-tie. But many remember him working at a grocery store back in the days before. And that wasn't a bad thing, not at all. But he found one old book on Greek philosophy and a costume monocle and thought it was the best way to gain power and attention from whoever turned his head.

It wasn't quite a trial. Mostly it was a circle of aggrieved people glaring silently when his bad deeds were commonplace and didn't need retelling. And it wasn't quite a punishment either. He was just given a choice. Act normal or act crazy somewhere else. Perhaps an easy question to answer in the days before - but now the world is burning and 'somewhere else' was few and far between.

The rag was removed and he had one chance to determine his fate.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


luminary
noun | LOO-muh-nair-ee


Definition

1 : a person of prominence or brilliant achievement

2 : a body that gives light; especially : one of the celestial bodies


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Allow us to shed some light on luminary. It came to English by way of Anglo-French and Late Latin, and it traces back to the Latin word lumen, meaning "light." Other lumen descendants in English include illuminate ("to light up"), luminous ("emitting light") and phillumenist ("one who collects matchbooks or matchbox labels"). Luminary has been shining its light in English since the 15th century.

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Peripherie

Spinning yarn was a valuable skill in the after. If you could take used textiles or the rare scrap of actual wool and turn it in to thread and fabric, then you could take your pick of enclave and position within. It was a lucrative trade that was now in high demand - almost a religion on it's own with secretive rights that are only passed down to the chosen initiates.

Those would could spin other types of yarns and tall tales were also in need. Unskilled adults are put to work in the most dirty and contaminated sectors of each enclave and young minds that can be taken under the tutelage of others are always hard at work and well compensated. But the small children are left in the hands of those who know the power and persuasion of a well told megilah.

It was the new history. Each group now controlled the past in a way that magically transported there sins to the backs of others and left them as righteous victors in the fight against the beasts. Corralling children is a positive side effect of such a talent. It was a way to direct pride in a group that had no true allegiance to each other, and a way to hold tight to a population that could leave at any moment to a larger clan or a higher wall.

The storytellers were more than teachers or babysitters, they were the new world patriots - creating the future that perhaps could withstand the flames.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


felicitate
verb | fih-LISS-uh-tayt


Definition

1 archaic : to make happy

2 a : to consider happy or fortunate

b : to offer congratulations to


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Felix, a Latin adjective meaning "happy" or "fruitful," is the root of the English words felicity and felicitate. The former, which is by far the more common of the pair, refers to the state of being happy or to something that makes people happy; like felix itself, it's also used as a name. Felicitate has always played second fiddle to its cousin, but enjoyed more use in centuries past than it does today. At one time it functioned as an adjective meaning "made happy" (William Shakespeare used it this way in King Lear), but the adjective fell out of favor and is no longer in use. Felicitate today is most commonly used as a verb especially in the English of South Asia where its "to offer congratulations" meaning is often extended beyond simple congratulations to the honoring of someone with an award or prize.

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Peripherie

It had become a bit of a local kid trap - this spooky nearby cave that hissed and bubbled with steam and smoke. Coined the dragon's home, it was the true safety concern for the community. Not because there was anything really in there that could eat a teenager or three. No - there was most likely just a natural geyser in there that had become active recently. Their enclave was close to an old park that had many such natural formations.

The real danger was that it was becoming a distraction. Guards left their posts to go gawk or to drag back their younger family members. Travelers came to spy on the foggy attraction and thought that their small community would be a inviting way-station. Tourists were not welcome here - they brought disease and expected shelter and a free meal. One handsome vagabond even came in and stole the heart of their best seamstress - leading her back to his home enclave.

All of those things combined led her to stand a few yards away from the cave - binoculars in hand. She was the third most official in charge and so she got the most work and the least credit but that was fine with her. She was the problem fixer and her biggest flaw was her lack of trust in others not to fuck things up.

It was too turbid to see inside the rocky maw from so far away. Strapping the binoculars back to her waist, she headed closer. It was a bright day but the thick smoke began to block enough sun to cause a chill. It was a wet blanket of moisture that clung to her skin, making her second guess her choice of investigative outfits. She could come back with an umbrella but this place needed to be fully excavated and soon - if only to dismiss fears.

At the entrance, she felt the rock - hoping to find a way to cause some kind of collapse so that the smoldering entrance would no longer cause her small family of wayfarers such interest and calamity. It wasn't until she was a few long steps inside that she realized the terrible truth. She wasn't alone.

Grabbed! She attempted to scream but something warm and dexterous covered her mouth. She bit, licked and struggled but the fingers gripped tighter. As she was pulled deeper into the wet darkness she had the vague sense that this wasn't some scaled monster dragging her to the depths of hell. No - the being was human? A hot glow proved her to be both wrong and right.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


tutelary
adjective | TOO-tuh-lair-ee


Definition

1 : having the guardianship of a person or a thing

2 : of or relating to a guardian


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Tutelary derives from the Latin noun tutelarius, meaning "guardian." Tutelarius, in turn, was formed by combining the word tutela ("protection" or "guardian") and -arius, a suffix that implies belonging and connection. A more familiar descendant of tutela in English might be tutelage, which initially referred to guardianship or protection, but came to be used to refer to teaching or influence. If you suspect that tutor is also related, you are correct. Tutelary can also be a noun referring to a power (such as a deity) who acts as a guardian.

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Daeva

Today's Word of the Day is....


williwaw
noun | WILL-ih-waw


Definition

1 a : a sudden violent gust of cold land air common along mountainous coasts of high latitudes

b : a sudden violent wind

2 : a violent commotion


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In 1900, Captain Joshua Slocum described williwaws as "compressed gales of wind … that Boreas handed down over the hills in chunks." To unsuspecting sailors or pilots, such winds might seem to come out of nowhere—just like word williwaw did centuries ago. All anyone knows about the origin of the word is that it was first used by 19th-century writers to name fierce winds in the Strait of Magellan at the southern tip of South America. The writers were British, and indications are that they may have learned the word from British sailors and seal hunters. Where these sailors and hunters got the word, we cannot say.

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Peripherie

Since awakening, the world has drastically changed. He didn't quite have a preference. The relative safety and happiness of the humans had plummeted but for him, it had just turned from one kind of smorgasbord to another.

In the beginning, he had to cover himself in the tight fabrics that itched and constricted his movements. But the subterfuge allowed him to move amongst the crowds will little regard. He was able to steal and cajole so many pretty things - material and personal. Making a fortune and bending those around him to his whims was an easy gift to master even after all those many swaths of years asleep.

Now, as the world burned and the population huddled together against survival - he was able to show his true form and his true appetites. Perhaps slightly less accomodating than a penthouse with delivery survive. But the food was now charred with his own fire and he had learned that then the funny human adage was true - they were better with ketchup.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher
storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore

Chasing Dreams

There was one in every place she had worked that climbed up the metaphoric ladder simply by being toady towards the right people. Merit and hard work were never taken into account. It was beyond frustrating because she had put in many hours outside of work to come up with the right marketing plan for each client she was assigned to. She’d spent countless hours working on different plans and learning about the product she was going to help promote. The other person was what she called a leech because the other woman hardly did any work and managed to pass off work that was not her own several times. Others had tried calling her out on it, but the ones she charmed were wrapped around her little finger.
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Chasing Dreams

The choice should have been an easy one to make for Sam. She needed the days off and had finally found someone to cover her shifts. The only caveat to her coworker taking her shifts was that she’d have to work ten days in a row and with a manager that micromanaged everything every one did. Sam had managed to change her schedule to avoid working with that particular manager and now she’d need to willingly work with them for ten days in order to get the time off she desperately needed for a vacation that meant she could get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. She thought about it for a few minutes before accepting the offer because she needed the down time to recharge.
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