hyperdulia
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Addie
Word chosen: hyperdulia
Definition: the veneration offered to the Virgin Mary as the most exalted of creatures.
Free association word list:
idolatry
sin
mortal sin
Hell
burning
torture
pain
suffering
forever
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in passing
blink of an eye
temporary
transient
…. wow…. brain lock…. ummm……
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brain
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scalp
Native American
Word chosen: Native American
Writing:
Name: James “Eagle Tail” Redrock
Keywords: Old, broken, once proud, war hero, drunk, paralyzed, sharp eyes.
First draft:
James “Eagle Tail” Redrock sits in his wheelchair and looks out the window with his sharp eyes. He is broken by old age and too much drink, but he was once a proud warrior that fought in the United States Army during Desert Storm. That war left him paralyzed from the middle of his chest down. He is proud of his past, but regrets being forced to live in squalor even though he earned [insert medal here] during Desert Storm. He feels that the government owes him more than what he is getting from them.
Refinement:
Eagle Tail looked across the desert-like landscape of his reservation while taking another drink from his fifth of Jack. His vision brings everything clearly to him even though he has been drinking for the past three hours. A quick glance at the clock tells Eagle Tail that his Meals On Wheels people will be arriving with his lunch in fifteen minutes. They always call him by his white-man name “James Redrock”, and the old woman always tells the young boy that is with her that “James” is a war hero.
Eagle Tail looks at the small display box next to the clock on the wall of his trailer house. Just looking at the Distinguished Service Cross, three Purple Hearts, and Prisoner of War Medal made for an impressive sight, but the man that earned those awards no longer exists. He was broken and drowned under the weight of memories that can only be kept at bay by a steady intake of whiskey.
Eagle Tail sighed as he looked back out the window. He must have stared at the medals longer than he thought. He could see the plume of dust rising in the distance as his Meals On Wheels people drove down the long dirt road that lead to his isolated trailer. He knew better than to disappoint the young man, so he quickly hid his bottle of Jack, and headed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth with Listerine. By the time he was ready for them, the old lady and her tag-along boy would be here.
Ok. I like this character. I can feel him in some way. Maybe I’ll save him for later use. I could go on a bit longer, but I think I’ll hold off. It’s getting late, and I haven’t even finished one of my fourteen things that I wanted to do today. Huh. The list of fourteen should probably be spread over the long weekend, now that I’m looking closer at the list. Still…. Not even one done.
