#word of the week

[thatsbelievable]

[official-wales]

Official Wales Welsh Word of the Week

ffrwydro [froi-dro] - to explode

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For the @ficwip word of the week: leaves

“My son’s in hospital. Why wouldn’t I be here? Bad Dad, that would make me, huh?” James sneered, teeth bared.

“You are a bad father, James. Always have been,” Georgie said.

“You should leave. Jamie doesn’t want you here.”

“Well, Jamie can tell me that himself, can’t he?”

“I’m telling you,” Roy said in a tone the allowed for no argument, though from what he could tell about Jamie’s father, he wasn’t exactly one to take a hint.

[garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips]

(Value) We do not allow our phones to drown in water if, within reach.

God did not allow Noah or his household to drown. (2 Peter 2:5).

Proverbs 20:5 "The thoughts of a man’s heart are like deep waters..."

Sometimes, we drown in our "thoughts." Christ (mediator), who is at God right hand, separated the water. (1 Timothy 2:5, Hebrews 8:6 and Acts 2:33)

"...Let the dry land appear... God called the dry land Earth, but the collecting of the waters he called Seas..." (Genesis 1:9,10)

[eljefa]

[best-non-english-word-torunament]

Word of the week 1: Cietrzew (Polish)

/ˈʨ̑ɛṭʂɛf/

Translation: Black grouse

The language: Polish is an Indo-European language belonging to the Slavic branch. It’s spoken by 36,7 million people in Poland, where it is the national language. One typical sound feature of Polish is the six s- or sh-like sounds [s, z, ʂ, ʐ, ɕ, ʑ] which are all pronounced closely and similarly to each other. There are also multiple affricatives (sounds combining a stop and a fricative, like the ch in the beginning of ‘church’ being pronounced [t͡ʃ]) made with these sounds. Using that many similar sounds is uncommon in the sound systems of the world’s languages. It is also possible to cluster up to four or five consonants in a row without a vowel.

Why cietrzew? It sounds awesome and it's very Polish: ci, trz and -ew all in one word. The verb “zacietrzewić (się)” comes from it, which means ‘to black-grouse oneself’ if I were to translate it literally. It generally means becoming angry and determined (other Polish speakers feel free to elaborate)

(and the bird is great too)

Submitted by @sierpeek

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[cartwrong]

For the @ficwip word of the week: bright.

Louisa rushed towards the sound of River's voice, ignoring the increasing size of blood drops across the hardwood floor. She pushed the door to the bathroom open, finding River sitting on the closed toilet, a towel held to his hand. The blood on it was bright and red and terrifying in its volume.

“River, what happened?” Louisa asked as she rushed to River, crouching in front of him, her hands hovering above the towel. 

“Sliced my hand trying to cut a sweet potato. It was stupid.”

[raks777]

Guess What?

JESUS LOVES YOU

Holy Scripture: John 3:16

[talefoundryshow]

If saturation causes flooding, what does oversaturation look like??

[ariellewm]

[mhalachai]

new feature: word of the week

I made some new year’s resolutions around posting more frequently, and one of the things I’m going to try is posting a word of the week, ie a word in use (in Canadian English, to be precise) that I've newly encountered. 

I write for a living, and I keep coming upon new words. It’s great. 

So, to start off this month with:

Chamfer

Verb; definition: to cut away (in the carpentry sense) a 90-degree edge to make an angle between two adjoining surfaces.

this is easier for my topographically-challenged brain to describe visually:

Origin: mid 16th-century, from the French chamfrain, from chant ‘edge’ + fraint ‘broken’ (from Old French fraindre ‘break’, from Latin frangere).

I came cross this word in a metal restoration video yesterday and had to backtrack the captions to double-check the word. Here’s to starting the new year with learning new things!

The video in question, of a book press restoration, from My Mechanics on youtube. The chamfering occurs very briefly at 14:44.

Back next week with a new word!

[thatsbelievable]

[official-wales]

Official Wales Welsh Word of the Week

bedd [beth, but like the 'th' in the] - a grave

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For the @ficwip word of the week: sick.

“Jamie, open the door.”

Each minute outside Jamie’s front door was ratcheting Beard’s nerves up tick by tick.

“Jamie. You know if I don’t actually see you Roy is going to be the next one here. Just open the door, you’re worrying us.”

“I’m fine, Coach. I'm just sick,” Jamie coughed as if to prove his point but Beard wasn’t swayed. “I don’t want you to get sick too. The team needs you.”

“The team needs you, Jamie. Please open the door.”

Beard heard locks slowly turning on the other side of the door and relief coursed through him, but it quickly turned to dread as Jamie opened the door a sliver before stopping. Beard could see only one grey and bloodshot eye and barely half of Jamie’s face with his hood pulled so tightly around his head. Beard stuck his foot in the crack of the door before Jamie could close it again.

“Jamie. Let me in.”

“Christ, Jamie, just let the fucking Yank prick in and get this over with will you?”

Beard’s blood ran cold and ice wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply. All his worst fears confirmed in one Mancunian accent, and not the happy one he’d become accustomed to over the last three years. No, it was the one that haunted Beard’s dreams on some nights. It was the voice that almost silenced Beard’s permanently.

James Tartt.

Fuck.

[smallumbrella369]

Necklace

@schittscreekdrabbleblog

David returns from the bar’s restroom, delighted to find his drunk husband being hit on. 

She purrs, “Do you like my necklace?” A long gold chain dips between her breasts. 

Oblivious, Patrick stares down her cleavage and shrugs, unmoved. “It’s okay.”

“What would you think of pearls?” Her fingers flutter across her chest. 

She’s bold! David snorts. Patrick turns and lights up.

“Hiiii, husband! This is my David. David, my husband.” Patrick hugs him. “I love my husband’.”

David smiles at the woman over Patrick’s shoulder. “Sorry. My husband is really gay.”

She chuckles, “Lucky you.”

David grins. “Lucky me.”

[auraspoetry]

Funeral

In the silence of my room, a single candle lit.

I saw your spirit leave my items and exit my room

I felt your fingers let go of my chest through my shaky breath 

I scattered your ashes, by the water I once asked you to take me to

I said my final goodbye and I grieved you 

I shed my last tear for you

Just like that your face was now distorted  

A dead person and I saw the body

I sat there at first pulling at my hair in denial 

I rocked back and forth asking for forgiveness 

The memorial was beautiful and the eulogy was silent

I watched the doves fly off the rocks 

If I ever see you again, I will witness a corpse walking

I will look once and I will not look again

I was the only one to attend your funeral

I alone know of your death.