100 Words a Day 483, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 13/20

Everyone born in given year was a nameling. This caused a variety of complications because the diversity of surnames was low. The people of the realm devised a number of ways circumvent any confusion resulting from the abundance of identically named people. The first solution parents try is a middle name. This usually works for the first few children, but tradition demands that family names are used, of which there is invariably a small number. The next solution is nicknames. There is much cultural freedom when it comes to selecting a nickname. The problem is finding one that is fitting.

100 Words a Day 482, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 12/20

“You know,” the man began, addressing the auditorium full of students. “Each year, my grade school teacher told me I had to correct my uglyography this year because the next year they wouldn’t tolerate my illegible handwriting and bad spelling.”

He rolled his eyes before continuing.

“Turns out they were about as correct as all those Cubs fans who say that next year is the year.”

A chuckle ran through the crowd. Apparently there was a sizeable out of state demographic.

“I’m pretty sure they told me the same thing when I was about to enter high school, didn’t happen.”

100 Words a Day 481, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 11/20

“Mullock, that review was mullock! That’s what it was!” Jason said, slamming his beer down on the bar.

His coworkers gave murmurs of agreement.

“Yeah man, that was bullshit. You work way harder than everyone else. You get in before the director and leave last.”

“Thanks for the vote of support,” Jason said, pointing his beer at Steve before taking another swig.

“Sandra!” Jason called to the bartender, “Another beer please.”

“The same?” she asked.

“Please.”

He upended his beer and drained the dregs. By the time he was done, the next cold beer was open in front of him.

100 Words a Day 480, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 10/20

The iron door shut with a loud thud and the key made a rusty screech as it turned in the lock, leaving the boy in the dark. The only thing he could hear was the headmaster’s footsteps receding towards the basement stairs. Eventually even those faded, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.

“How long are you going to leave the boy there this time?” The clerk asked the headmaster.

“As long as it takes to sophronize him. We can’t have hooligans like him disrupting our society.”

“Wouldn’t beating it into him be faster?”

“Perhaps, but that’s far too tiresome.”

100 Words a Day 479, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 9/20

“We’re gonna starrify!” Victoria exclaimed, throwing her young, thin arms into the air.

“Starrify, what’s that?” Jenna, her babysitter, asked with the enthused confusion that one often assumes when dealing with the antics of young children.

“It’s when you put stars on things, duh!” the small girl replied in exasperation, once again amazed that an adult would be so ignorant of such a simple thing.

“What are we going to starrify?”

“My school notebook, Ms. Medved said we have to decorate them over the weekend. We need to go to the store and get some stickers.”

“Get your coat then.”

100 Words a Day 478, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 8/20

Rachel fidgeted in the examination room, wondering when the doctor would arrive, and held her shivering infant. She did her best to comfort the sick baby.

The doctor entered the room and engaged in the standard courtesies of bedside manner, to put the mother at ease, before proceeding to the examination. When queried, the mother revealed that the infant had not showed any other signs of illness and the fever onset had been sudden. Some basic tests were performed to rule out common illnesses and diseases. Once those results showed negative, the probable cause was ruled as simply a febricula.

100 Words a Day 477, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 7/20

The Librocubicularist. It was a bar for people like him. Instead of stools and crappy bar lamps, there were small beds with reading lights. The place was so quiet you could hear the beer coming out of the tap. Aside from whispered conversation between the servers and the patrons, everyone was silent. There were no groups of friends having a beer after work. There were no TVs showing sporting events. There were no bros hitting on girls. Everyone was reading. That was the whole point of the bar, to give people a little booze and a place to read quietly.