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My Challenge:

Everyday I will post a new word for you my devout bloggers

Your Challenge:

play with it, break the rules and recreate the meaning or use the traditional definition. (Look below.. you’ll find it.) Whatever titillates the creative mojos lurking inside your talented minds.

com·fort

[kuhm-fert] – verb

Comfort (or comfortability, or being comfortable) is a sense of physical or psychological ease, often characterized as a lack of hardship. Persons who are lacking in comfort are uncomfortable, or experiencing discomfort. A degree of psychological comfort can be achieved by recreating experiences that are associated with pleasant memories, such as engaging in familiar activities,[1]maintaining the presence of familiar objects,[1] and consumption of comfort foods. Comfort is a particular concern in health care, as providing comfort to the sick and injured is one goal of healthcare, and can facilitate recovery.[2] Persons who are surrounded with things that provide psychological comfort may be described as being within their comfort zone.

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Once A Stranger

There are times that when ppl win and life opens the door to a secret room where only the elite among us mingle.

Izzy thought this mystical realm would envelope her within its warm embrace; comfort her from all who could damage the intricate facade of confidence she had built up over the last few weeks.

The award was only a small modest plaque, wood warn smooth around the edges from years of gratitude, that the neighborhood had passed from one homeowner to another for various good deeds, noticed by the well doers who lived near by. It was to be handed to her in front of the horde of onlookers who’s smiles attempted to hide the jealously that twisted their faces into grotesque demonic souls, ever searching for the next feast on which their minds will roast, allowing the billowing smoke to pass from one ear to another. Izzy knew she was a source of gossip from the first day she arrived at her new home but she was a different woman then, strong, confident, some would say even brazen.

Her mind drifted, as it so often did lately, thinking back to the day she turned the corroded copper handles on the massive double doors. The air was stale with neglect as the remains of a once lovely woman stood before her. The owners lips that had been stained with roses hue now saturated with a jaundice only achieved by years of nicotine that seeped through the paper of her non filtered cigarettes. The deep furrows around her mouth hinting of a life once full of laughter now seemed to amplify the smell of whiskey as she exhaled her anxious welcome. Izzy had looked at this house many times over the past three years but she did not feel right about it and refused to go inside until today. Cash had reassured her she would love it and begged her to just go in one time only and the issue would be dropped, as her waning constitution faded, she agreed. Their hunt had lasted so long and she wanted to settle, if only for a little while, in a house she could call her home. The arid bones of the ancient woman barely holding her frame carried her down the hall leaving Izzy and Cash to stand bewildered in her abrupt exit. It was up to them to create a self tour and with eagerness bubbling forth Cash leaped at the opportunity, wandering from one space to the next. Maybe that was it, the space felt so empty. There were no holes in the walls where pictures or painting might have hung. The sparse furniture randomly placed in awkward positions as if the elderly woman only pretended to live there. These Ideas crossed her mind until she came across the fully loaded bar that had a familiar ring of sweat from recently filled iced glass on the counter beside droplets of a freshly pour whisky… on the rocks… no water. The windows once uncovered from the heavy laden dusty fabric gave birth to an ocean of greenie-blue that saturated Izzy’s eyes deeper than the color they themselves held and she surrendered. It was not the house that stole her heart but it was the provocative green flooding through that roused the sprit with in her. People can enjoy a color, but to know when a color has become one with the soul….. it is a profound epiphany, never lost on the awakened.

All these thoughts swam in the murky waters of Izzy’s mind. To speak unto the multitudes was not a foreign land to her, she quite enjoyed capturing the attention of others and allowing her words to flow, never to be forgotten. She was know well for her speaking capacity regardless of the fact that it was only a veil that shielded her from a closer, more intimate contact with others. For that is what they were to her…. others. If they only truly knew the woman that would stand before them today, the fires would burn a crimson red as her lost soul would ceremoniously be splayed open and crucified before them. The stench of sulfur burrowing deep in to the brew of gossip waiting to be spewed forth.

Who was she? Her purpose, given away willingly for she knew of no other choice yet the sacrifice would tighten around her neck like the diamond choker she now wore as she lay naked upon the pillows so neatly placed beside the bed….. weeping for the unknown devastation yet to come….. praying for the downfall that would set her free from the secret room among the elite.

 

My Challenge:

Everyday I will post a new word for you my devout bloggers

Your Challenge:

play with it, break the rules and recreate the meaning or use the traditional definition. (Look below.. you’ll find it.) Whatever titillates the creative mojos lurking inside your talented minds.

bois·ter·ous

[boi-ster-uh s, -struh s] – adjective

1. rough and noisy; noisily jolly or rowdy; clamorous;unrestrained: the sound of boisterous laughter.
2. (of waves, weather, wind, etc.) rough and stormy.
3. Obsolete . rough and massive.

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ardency, cherishing, delight, devotion,
infatuation, mad for, partiality, passion, relish, zeal)
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Once A Stranger

Henry Cassius Dempsey IV, his name was born of old money and although no one called him by his full name, you could feel the reverence in their voices even in its abbreviated form. He enjoyed all that his birthright afforded him. Never knowing the need to struggle in order to make ends meet or feeling a desire to burn unsatisfied, Izzy would often hear him say “I win.” but mind you, it was not a boast nor from gayety did those words spring as if a game had been just played but, from a knowingness, deeply rooted where no wind could unearth this oak of truth.
He sat at his desk, reflecting on the faded broken flower that once was his wife. His frustration and anger as he stood by watching her wallow in self-pity, day after day.
“Damn it! What is wrong with her?
Why doesn’t she just get her ass out of bed, out of that house?
She just needs to stand up and dust her knees off.
She’s always done that before. Never let anything get her down.”
For a moment guilt slithers out from the corner of his mind attempting to make him question his motives… his choices as of late. Quickly he pushes away the serpent, justifying his night in the hotel as a fluke that would never of occurred if Izzy was not so selfish. It was a business trip and when his partners backed out last-minute due to family issues he had no choice but to go and represent the firm, it was his name on the wall after all. Besides, it only made sense that Cheri would still go, being that she was the assistant. What didn’t occur to him was how lonely he had felt over the last few months. Izzy always took care of everything and then all of a sudden she stopped. Wouldn’t pack the kids lunches, wouldn’t change her clothes even. He not only felt lonely but he resented her weakness. Cheri reminded him of Izzy sometimes, when they were younger and had no children that took her attention away from him. The way he would hear her laugh across the hall, a loud, boisterous, full-out laugh, not caring if the other assistances scorned her with their bitter gaze. She was young and beautiful and she knew it.
It was not his fault, a bad situation with too much to drink piled on top that would not happen again. A complete fluke that no one would blame him for and no one had to know about.

 

My Challenge:

Everyday I will post a new word for you my devout bloggers

Your Challenge:

play with it, break the rules and recreate the meaning or use the traditional definition. (Look below.. you’ll find it.) Whatever titillates the creative mojos lurking inside your talented minds.

char·is·mat·ic

[kar-iz-mat-ik] – adjective

1. of, having, or characteristic of charisma.
2. characterizing Christians of various denominations who seek
an ecstatic religious experience, sometimes including
speaking in tongues and instantaneous healing.
noun
3. a Christian who emphasizes such a religious experience.

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Share yourLOVE♥
ardency, cherishing, delight, devotion,
infatuation, mad for, partiality, passion, relish, zeal)
for WORDS and a CHALLENGE
• • • •
Write on your blog with the Daily Word Play and reply below with as much as a sentience or breathe life into an excerpt of what could be the greatest work of your life.
I’m looking forward to tasting your imagination…..

Once A Stranger

Izzy opens her eyes, trying to stretch the lids thinking that maybe this will keep them alive as she looks down onto the blurred array of colorful pills. Her breath passes her lips with a moist fleeting sorrow. Waiting patiently for her to swallow each and every capsule, her husband Cash stands at the doorway. Responsible to his very core he would make her breakfast full of fruits and berries, just the way he knew she had once loved. His plea to the doctors to stop her tears and to “fix her” was answered in those little pills.
His charismatic demeanor enhanced by the custom suit she had the arduous task of assembling, only a few months ago, from stacks of two inch swatches.  With the taylor who spoke a broken English and there for offered little help, given the exception of the occasional head nodding and the constant Cheshire cat like grin, Izzy endured until the quality of ensemble matched the exorbitant price he knew she would pay in hopes of an approving response from her husband, short lived as it would be.
“I love you, my beautiful wife.” He told her, trying not to show his anger and disgust but, in vain because her eyes could not see his emotions and her heart could not feel her own.
“Your drugged wife” Izzy replied from her haze
“Yes, but you are still MY wife!”
His words hung in the air as he removed the partially eaten meal and glanced around to double check that she had not forgotten to take the medicine. Although it did not bring back the carefree woman wild with life and a passion he felt he had tamed but, it gave him a certainty she would not leave. Their eyes not meeting for an embrace, he glanced at his phone and realizing the time, pushed back her hair and roughly kissed her forehead.
Izzy began to raise her hand hoping to grasp his arm, wanting that moment to be tender and last…..
just linger one moment with me – Her heart began to swell just slightly at the thought but faded quickly back into the haze as she realized he was no longer there.