Word of the Day (Happy Corn on the Cob Day)

Please enjoy today’s William Shakespeare moment for June 11th, 2011. Have a happy Corn on the Cob Day. Interesting Fact: A ten-gallon hat holds three-quarters of a gallon. (I always wear the eleven gallon hat. I can get awfully thirsty sometimes.)

“Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.” William Shakespeare

I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s extremely deep Word of the Day. I was looking forward to repulsing too. Darn spoiled sport!

Colossians 3:13

Now it is time for the super nifty bonus Word (or Phrase) of the Week! Learn and speak English, it’s the Mother Tongue!

mutatis mutandis (adverb, Pronounced myoo-TAH-tis-myoo-TAHN-dis)
1: with the necessary changes having been made 2: with the respective differences having been considered

Used in a sentence: The new Word of the Day is posted mutatis mutandis.

What Lurks in the Darkness

He was afraid of the dark. Most of his friends thought he was daft to be afraid of the dark. “What are you daft,” they would say. “Grown men ought not to be afraid of the dark.”
But, Tim knew. He knew the dark could contain some terrible stuff. He just didn’t have any inclination to meet the terrible stuff that one finds in the dark, anytime soon. He was quite happy to spend his time in the light. He even carried a mini flashlight with him at all times, just in case he was to experience a little unexpected darkness. Being prepared was one of Tim’s major rules.
Tim was right about the darkness. There were things in the darkness that wanted to harm him specifically. When Tim was five, he told his little brother that there was no such thing as night bunnies. His little brother, Benny, had been leaving marshmallow sandwiches under his bed for the night bunnies and Tim had found them and thrown them away. When a night bunny decides to hold a grudge, it can be a nasty thing.
Night bunnies are not cute, nor are they cuddly. They have to stay out of the daylight due to some sort of pact their ancestors made with the Lords of Darkness. If they are exposed to any kind of light at all, they pop out of reality until the light is gone. The process is quite painful. Every time Tim shines that little flashlight of his, those bunnies get that much more ticked off.
Night bunnies are not the kind of things one wants to trifle with. Those little buggers can be quite vicious. Picture thousands of tiny feet bouncing in the dark. Once the bouncing begins there is no stopping. There is no reasoning. There is only bouncing and only pain. A person can’t get up from that kind of thing without being scarred for life. Many believe it is because of wrathful night bunnies that night lights were invented in the first place. Many a child might put up with a drooling monster under the bed, but night bunnies are another story altogether. You just don’t take chances with those.
Tim wasn’t about to take chances. He had heard stories of the night bunnies and what they could do. And then, there was the unfortunate incident with Benny. The hopping had nearly sent Benny to the hospital, and all because Benny had thought it was funny to feed the night bunnies a chocolate bunny he had gotten for Easter. The boy should have stuck with marshmallow sandwiches. It was the hopping of Benny that had made Tim a believer and what had made Tim afraid of the dark. Benny is an insomniac to this day, and he is afraid of bunnies, even in the daylight.
The bunnies were pretty darn awful, but they were not the only thing in the dark that filled Tim’s heart with fear. There was something in the dark that even filled a night bunny’s heart with fear. The Puffs of Darkness are the stuff of nightmares. Tim had only encountered one Puff of Darkness in his lifetime. He had noticed the thing lurking in the corner of his bedroom and had made the mistake of thinking it was cute. It was the one time he shut the flashlight off. The Puff of Darkness turned his world upside down. Before the night was over, Tim was crying like a little baby in its crib. Puffs of Darkness are just evil that way.
Tim had heard that Puffs of Darkness tend to move in swarms. Tim had only experienced one. He couldn’t even imagine facing two much less a swarm. He always reasoned that it was because of things like Puffs of Darkness that people wound up living in insane asylums. Surly, a swarm of the creatures would drive any man insane.
This is why Tim never wanted to go to the movies. It was too dark in the movies and the ushers always wanted to make him turn his flashlight off. Darkrooms were another no-no. That red light in the darkroom wasn’t enough to hold the terrible creatures of darkness at bay. Night bunnies lived to mock red lights in darkrooms. Tim’s one love interest happened to be a photographer. It had always seemed a pity to Tim that he was never able to share his dear Charlene’s passion for darkroom film developing. Tim spent all his time waiting in the well lit portion of her photography studio, looking through photography magazines for bigger and brighter flashbulbs. Tim had really grown to love flashbulbs. Nothing could scatter lurking night bunnies from the shadows like a good flashbulb.
The fear that Time had of the dark and his knowledge of the creatures that dwelt there was beginning to take a toll on his relationship with Charlene. In fact, it had been the bane of Tim’s social life for as long as he could remember. He was never popular at sleepovers. He refused to leave his house after seven at night. Camping was not something he even wanted to consider. He tried it once and the batteries almost died in his electronic lantern. Nobody wanted to share a tent with him. They all decided to sleep in Freddy’s tent. That guy snored! How embarrassing, the night light guy was even less popular than noisy snoring guy. Who knew?
He had come to accept his lot in life. He was destined to spend most of his nights alone and usually awake. Some nights he considered letting the night bunnies have their way. He thought, if he could just bring himself to shut out the lights, that he would be able to survive the hopping. One night he almost reached over. He almost switched off the nightlight. He almost took his flashlight and threw it across the room. It was only the sound of little night bunnies giggling that made him stop. Nothing can be more sobering than the giggle of night bunnies. It was the giggle that made him pull out the camera with the bright flashbulbs. Little did he know that the bunnies were giggling for a reason. He reached for the camera and began to press the button. A bright flash filled the room, much brighter than ever before. Tim’s vision was suddenly filled with purple flash dots and the flash dot fleas were ready to feast.

plaid rainbow

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Shades of Plaid is now available. It took longer than expected, however I am now beside myself with joy because the book is out. Being beside oneself is not all it’s cracked up to be. I might start arguing with myself in a bit. In the meantime, here are ways to get to the book.

It’s now in paperback https://www.createspace.com/3521456

Smashwords http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/50196

And Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004UB5E3S

Extra Double Special Bonus: Jo and Jonathan’s Terrible Turtle Conspiracy

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4 Responses to Word of the Day (Happy Corn on the Cob Day)

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