WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
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I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro