Writing Exercise 087

This week I wrote a drabble which includes the Words of the Day from Monday, August 7th til Friday, August 11th, which are "fructify", "mussitation", "ventifact", "palindrome" and "nimbus".
Here it is:

2017/08/11 – include the words “ventifact”, “mussitation”, “fructify”, “palindrome” and “nimbus” in a drabble

There was a mountain with an odd shape and colouring standing on a vast desert plain. It was a lonely mountain, tall and proud, that adamantinely withstood against the odds and especially the weathers. The angry wind kept sweeping and howling about the mountain top for years until its mussitation finally fructified; its ethereal nimbus swooshed back and forth, back and forth like a palindrome. And the result was a surface made of ventifacts – polished smooth and shining from miles and miles away. It made this mountain special, holy even. So it became a famous landmark. Do you know which?

Writing Exercise 085

Of course, this week I'll post a new writing exercise. Again I chose to write about the 'Word of the Day'; this time it's a poem.
Here it is:

2017707/28 – word of the day: ballon (Poem)

Light and graceful she dances

As if she could fly away

Wonder what are the chances

That she might stay?

She jumps and turns with ballon

Casting alluring shades

In the twilight of dawn

As the fragile dream fades

Writing Exercise 083

Hello again!
This week I looked up the "Word of the Day" on www.thesaurus.com and decided to write a drabble in which the current word of the day is included. The drabble is about two inhabitants of my dear Neverbeen Universe, who you haven't seen for a while.
Enjoy!

2017/07/11 – word of the day: perambulator (Drabble)

“Un-fucking-believable,” Phobos exclaimed. He pushed the perambulator as Ayumu held little Crathos in her arms and shushed and cooed at him. “Why the hell did we buy this fucking thing if all the brat ever does is wail like a wimp when he is put in there?” the choleric groused.

“Because,” Ayumu emphasized, “Crathos is getting heavy. And I won't carry him for hours on end and hurt my back.”

“Can't you make him stop? This is un-fucking-bearable,” he grumbled. Ayumu sighed and rocked Crathos gently. But the baby only stopped crying when Ayumu placed him into his father's arms.