Sunday, August 29, 2004

Today's Word: Copse

Trace spied the dogs and men from atop a hillock. They were ten men and twelve hounds, all stout as if fed from the same house and hand. All of the men, save one, wore the black uniform of a Puleese. The one, their captain, and a man of some renown, wore a similar suit, but his was forest green with a golden badge shaped like the sun at dawn stitched onto the breast.
Trace listened to the hounds bay for a few moments, watching as the men leaned back against their insistent tug so that they might inspect the ground for prints or disturbed scree. Then he rolled over and sprang down the opposite way toward a copse of elm and ash and freedom.

Monday, August 09, 2004

Today's Word: Unexpected

An unexpected turnabout is fair play.

-- david j.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Today's Word: Petrarch

Petrarch pointed at the river and said, "The water is the past, which we pour into this gourd -- that is today -- so that we might drink tomorrow."

I shook my head, bemused. "It's all Greek to me."

Petrarch frowned. "To the Greeks their Greek. I speak Italian."

Friday, August 06, 2004

Today's Word: Final

No story today. Just a comment. Summer finals are upon me. How can something be such drudgery, and yet, somehow, fun?

-- david j.

Monday, August 02, 2004

Today's Word: Gravity

Gravity loves my pants.

-- david j.