Set-Up: Vocab, photos, you get it. At least — by now — I hope you do. [smile]

Challenge: Use all 10 words [with the part of speech, please] to creatively describe 1 of the following photos:

Length: 7+ sentences


  • banal – commonplace; trite; lacking originality
  • burnish – to make shiny by rubbing or polishing
  • cogent – convincing
  • delineate- to describe or explain
  • ephemeral – fleeting; short-lived
  • exhaustive – complete
  • gregarious – sociable; friendly
  • indiscriminate – making no careful choices
  • laconic – brief and to the point
  • venerate – to revere; to regard with respect

Photo 1 (link: http://tinyurl.com/4omppl):

Photo 2 (link: http://tinyurl.com/485gvp):

Photo 3 (link: http://tinyurl.com/4a8qqf):


24 responses to “W7, #1: VISUAL VOCAB STORY

  1. I’d been a bit short on money lately…in fact, all I had to spare right now was a few dollars for a new pen, something to look nice in my pocket for the interviewer. I actually liked the job I had at the time; it was just that my father was constantly giving me exhaustive (n) speeches venerating (v) the importance of making more money and being higher in society and all that. It seemed that his efforts had finally been cogent (adj) enough, though, for there I was, walking to an interview for a higher-paying job.

    I started across the square. To my left there was a group of people singing. I’m not an exceptionally gregarious (adj) person, so I usually walk straight past street performers without making eye contact. Today, however, they caught my attention. The words of their song were laconic (adj), yet they somehow seemed to hold a world of meaning. They flowed forth from their throats as if they came straight from their minds, not merely something someone else had written and that they’d memorized off a sheet of paper.

    Something changed inside me then, something difficult for me to delineate (v). The square was usually a drab and banal (adj) place, but for the first time I was someone who’d found a burnished (v-adj) gem amongst the grayness, the countless grim people shuffling past each other with their heads down, not making eye contact.

    I reached into my pocket and pulled out the crumpled wad of bills. It was four, maybe five dollars.

    What was a new pen when these singers had opened my eyes to life again? Life wasn’t about making money and being respected by stuffy businessmen. Life was about doing the things that make you happy, regardless of what others think those things should be.

    I dropped the money into a bag on the ground by the singers and stayed to listen for a while. My interview was supposed to have started several minutes ago, but I’d decided not to go. I looked up into the face of a man in the front row. He smiled at me, his lips parted in song.

    I smiled back.

  2. “Everyday so many lives pass through this grand hall, and all I can do is watch. So many parents angry with their children, and children mad at their parents. People who are overwhelmingly happy and others in an extremely low state of mind. There is nothing I can do to delineate (verb) what is happening in each situation, but that doesn’t mean I cont make assumptions. See that man over there? Yes the one in the blue shirt and khaki slacks. A few minutes ago he seemed gregarious (adj) as he waved at others and smiled at any passersby. Just now however, he began to yell at that lady after she ran into him. To be laconic (adj) my first judgment now appears to be incorrect. Or maybe my second is incorrect, and he is just having a bad day and is easily set off. So as I stand here trying to burnish (verb) these floors it is situations like these that keep me from going insane. If I just came in everyday and cleaned these floors, walls, and mirrors I would be driven to the breaking point. These situations keep me sane and allow me to use my mind for something. See, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Jack. Jack was my best friend until a few months in college. We had known each other for a while but when we got here, everything changed. Our happiness was ephemeral (adj) and he left about 4 months after we got here. So afterwards, I left NYU because I thought I would go home. Then I realized going home now would be useless. I would never leave that town again. I would be afraid of what happened the last time. So I stayed. I got a job at Central Station and a new apartment. I am trying to get into a different college, and have a major that I want instead of what was best for my ‘future’ with Jack. I finally get to be my own person instead of just LisaandJack. I’m not so banal (adj) anymore; I get to be whatever I want. Even though I may just be a custodian right now, that’s going to change. I want to be an author. Now I can write whenever I want. I can write an exhaustive (adj) manuscript at once, or let it sit and stew. Of course now I try to be more indiscriminate (adj) than I used to be, because I don’t want to be with another Jack. Someday I will have plenty of people who venerate (verb) me because I deserve respect. I will be able to do things I want to do instead of scraping every penny to get by. Then, maybe I will be able to leave. Because this phase of my life will be complete.”

    “How was it that time Anna? Was it more cogent (adj)?”

    “It was really good Lisa. I think you are definitely ready for the audition.”

    “Good. Maybe this time it’s really going to work out. Maybe it really is going to work out”

  3. Photo #1

    By the time my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I found that I could no longer delineate (v) or explain what I was seeing. The memories of someone’s childhood was burnished (v) or polished into reality by my new brain. I desperately needed to do an exhaustive (adj) search of my own thoughts to understand my present circumstances. Not knowing who you are is no banal (adj) or trite matter. The last thing I know is that Professor Tinkerstein, whom I deeply venerate (v) and revere, gave me a new brain and a new life. He said quite cogently (adj), convincingly, that I was neither a boy nor a man. He said that all life is an ephemeral (adj) , fleeting thing, and it matters not what anyone is. The crowd that gathered to see me off was a gregarious (adj) and loud one, and they all laughed uproariously. I stood alone and looked at the end of the colorful water show, and decided that my life would not desiccate. To be laconic, (adj) brief and to the point, I will not waste whatever time I have left in my new life. I would not be indiscriminately, (adv) making choices, looking for answers to the many enigmas in my life. Instead, I will simply focus on proving the impassive Professor Tinkerstein wrong.

  4. Mr. Long: BTW, I love the time-stamping choice on this one.


    (Sorry this is so long. I can’t sleep.)

    I’m lying here. I’m staring at this wretched clock. I hate it, all it does is change its numbers telling me that I’ve wasted a minute, and then another, and then another after that. The banal(adj) thing never does anything else. It keeps ticking, giving me no relief from the constant pushing of the world.

    11:00. I wonder how I sleep this late everyday. It’s probably a bad idea, I should probably be out doing something like getting a job or buying food for my cat, but I don’t care. My neighbor even offered to let me burnish(v) her silver, but I turned her down. I just lie there.

    11:11. I make a wish just for the hell of it. I wish that time would stop for a second, even if it was ephemeral(adj), and let me breathe.

    11:12. Wishes are crap. They’re just stupid speculations on what you want, but can never be. People wish and wish knowing perfectly well that nothing will happen. Why? Because people are idiots. They’re cogent(adj) though. Sometimes their hope gives me a bit of light, but then I remember the worthlessness of it all and the flame dies.

    11:30. I shut my eyes. Maybe if I’m left in the dark, I’ll disappear. You were in kindergarten once, I don’t have to delineate(v) it to you. If I can’t see you, you can’t see me. Right?

    11:40. I’m sweating. It’s too hot in here. I’m under all these covers, much too warm, but I don’t have the will or the energy to take them off.

    11:50. I can’t breathe. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s something else.

    12:00 PM. A loud knocking on the door. It’s the landlord. Every day at 12:00 he comes telling me I owe my rent. Everyday at 12:01 I tell him I’ll have it tomorrow. I believe that he is just as apathetic as me, and that is the sole reason why he walks away pretending to believe me everyday at 12:02.

    I wasn’t always this bitter. I actually used to be pretty gregarious(adj). I won’t tell the exhaustive(adj) story. In fact, I won’t tell the story at all. I will, however, tell you the last memory I had of her. We were in love, that kind of sickening love where you smile just because she says “Trent.” (That’s my name by the way.) We were indiscriminate(adj) and didn’t really care about anything but ourselves. We sat watching the lit fountains rise and crash and rise again. There was something magical in it, I couldn’t tell you what. I venerate(v) the person who came up with those. How did they know those from the youthful to the elderly would stop and stare?

    To be laconic(adj), as beautiful as that night was, it was her last. My simple words cannot do the justice of expressing to you my grief. I know she must be disappointed as she rests among the stars, watching me waste my life away. But I’ll get there. I can feel her with me sometimes late at night. Slowly her presence is becoming more definite, and as it does I grow a little bit stronger. One day, when I’m strong enough, she’ll be given a reason to smile down upon me. I live for that day.

  5. Survived

    I’d like to keep my head, thank you very much.
    Seems like an odd thing to say.
    But if you know him, you wouldn’t think so.
    The thing is, I didn’t want to marry him. I’d married twice already, and both to old men (not only older than me, but OLDER older men). This time would be different. I was in love.
    His name was Thomas.
    I suppose I’d better delineate (verb), huh?
    He is the most perfect man who ever lived. In my eyes. My plain brown eyes that seem not to deserve to glimpse such beauty. He has curly hair, a broad smile, a jovial persona. He is gregarious (adjective), kind. His sister was one of my husband’s wives. My newest husband, I mean. The most important of them.
    My husband.
    A mountain of diseased flesh, as some describe him.
    He is a monster. A praying mantis, maybe. Yes, that describes my husband. He pretends to be the holiest of men, pleasing to God–he prays more than five times a day, yet is in fact a monster.
    I was scared to marry him. Two were dead by his hand, and he was not yet 60. He was fickle, ephemeral (adjective). His wives were merely chess piece to be moved about. I dislike the feeling of being manipulated, especially by a man I cannot defy. Literally.
    I am married to him right now, and fear for my life every day. But now I fear even more.
    Oh, my head.
    You see, I have done the unthinkable. Me. A mild, soft woman, has become a Protestant.
    The most radical thing imaginable.
    My husband hates Protestants. He tried to perform an exhaustive (adjective) annihilation of them, but they could not be stamped out. Like pesky bugs that he wants to destroy. My husband is a very destructive man. He has violent thoughts.
    How did I dare?
    I dared because Protestantism is interesting. I like the simple idea of it. Catholicism has always annoyed me, with its nit-picky style. The abominations done in the churches across the world are despicable, and I see Protestantism as a solution to that. It is not a banal (adjective) thought–it is very much a new idea, sprung by men who are smarter than me or my husband. Protestantism is the future, that is clear to me.
    But my husband disagrees. He is not Catholic, but he hates the Protestants. I cannot do anything to change his mind. As I said, he is fickle–he enjoys my company one minute, yet an hour passes and he is dissatisfied. I mostly act as a nurse for him, since his leg is swollen with ulcers, and he is sickly and ill and needs care. He sometimes fancies himself a young man again, wishing to flirt with the ladies and keep dark secrets, but he is too old for that. Nothing we say is cogent (adjective) to him. Not that we protest vehemently; we gently suggest or hint, but he will have none of it. He is still a commanding man, my husband. He tolerates no criticism, yet is swayed by the slightest praise. He is like a child, in that he craves compliments like a flower craves sunlight. Sometimes he indiscriminates (verb); other times, he worries for hours over a decision. He is hard to understand, my husband.
    He suspects me, I think. But he desires my company too much–at least at the moment.
    Yesterday one of my ladies found a warrant for my arrest.
    It was not an outright execution, of course, but I felt the blade upon my neck.
    The cold, cold blade.
    Like the hands of the praying mantis, I feel a creeping sensation. I can hear the drum roll, feel the eyes of the crowd, as they whisper, ”So this is how the sixth one goes…” I can see the dreaded scaffold, the hooded executioner who eyes me with veneration (noun), but with pity. ‘I don’t want to do this,’ he says with his eyes. ‘Please forgive me?’
    I can taste the cold, dry air; an unwelcoming existence. A world that will not miss me. Will Thomas miss me? I hope so. I wished our love could have grown and blossomed. Will my husband miss me? I know him so well. I believe he will feel some remorse, at least at the moment the blade slices my neck. He is glad that it is to be a laconic (adjective) execution–my predecessor’s ‘friend’ did not fare so well. He was hung, cut down while alive, disemboweled, beheaded, cut into four pieces, and displayed throughout the city. At least this is not to be my fate.
    I awaken from the horrid daydream. I do not wish to die. I have seen death–it is merciless. It has taken all but one of my predecessors. The one still living was saved by her ugliness.
    I rise from my chair and order my ladies to burnish (verb) my jewelry. I am going to stir up that love for me which rests inside him. I am going to make him love me again.
    I must.
    For if I do not, I shall feel the cool blade against my neck, and know nothing more.

  6. He thought about his life as the wind whipped past him.

    “Why couldn’t I ever do anything special?” he asked himself. “Why did I have to be so banal (adj.)? Everything I have ever done has been ephemeral (adj.). I could never finish my goals. There was no one there to help me.”

    He has always wanted to be a venerated (v.) person, but everyone treated him like dirt. Everywhere he went, even with his exhaustive (adj.) efforts and begging, the same laconic (adj.) answer was shoved into his face: “No. Go away.” He has tried to be gregarious (adj.), but his attempts of conversing with others have always failed miserably.

    “Why did they all walk away?”

    The only one that made his life cogent (adj.) enough to live was his grandmamma. She has always accepted him into her house, always embracing him with her heavy arms in times of need.

    “It’s OK if you are a little indiscriminate (adj.), dear,” she always told him. Don’t mind what they all say. Everyone makes mistakes.”

    And then she would look at him in the eye.

    “Everyone has something special about them. Including you. You just have to find it.”

    Bringing back this memory formed tears in his eyes, but were quickly swept off by the rushing breeze. When his grandmamma’s life slipped away, there was really no reason for him to live anymore.

    As he came closer to the ground, he suddenly felt something that he could not delineate (v.). Was his whole life meant to stop here? Was this his true destiny?

    The last thing he saw was a carefully burnished (v.) marble floor and the people walking briskly over it, minding their own business, not caring at all for a man in need.

  7. Johnny lived in a banal (adj) town; it was dull, unexciting and unoriginal. Nothing ever unusual or amazing happened in Lackin’ Town. One day on an unusually cold day, perfect for playing ball outside something different happened. At 2:00 when Johnny’s homework was exhaustive (adj) or done he went outside to throw his ball. Suddenly a huge array of lights shown down in the foggy sky! A huge silver disk that looked like somebody had spent hours burnishing (v) and making the silver shine flew down. Johnny venerated (v) somebody who took that much time to make the craft shine like it did. Be the indiscriminate (adj) like most careless boys Johnny approached the craft. As he walked in some creatures looked at him. Johnny’s heart skipped a beat when he saw them and he prayed that they were gregarious (adj) and sociable being. Luckily they were and they even played ball with Johnny! The creatures delineated (v) and explained where they were from. Johnny found them fascinating as they were not laconic (adj) and they didn’t skip one detail. But soon the creatures had to go. They promised Johnny in earnest that they would return soon as they especially loved this playing ball thing. Once they pulled up and the beautiful light was gone Johnny sprinted inside. He ran through the house shouting for his mother. Once he found her, he started to explain the whole thing of what just happened. Johnny was having trouble making his tale cogent (adj) or convincing to his mom. Her patience was ephemeral (adj) and did not last long. Even though Johnny’s mom didn’t understand the great thing that had happened he knew, he knew that Lackin’ Town wasn’t lackin’ nothing anymore…….at least to Johnny.

  8. I was at another day of work. I had been so happy since the day I joined up. I delineated(v) about my situation and why I wanted the job. I must have been very cogent(adj), for I was accepted into the business the next day. I felt sorry though, because I took someone’s position. The head told me that he was banal(adj), and I had some of that originality he needed. I was burnishing(v) my shoes for that day of work. I had worked hard, and had an exhaustive(adj) stack of papers. During my break, I went to the vending machine and met an unknown man. He was applying for the business as I had. He was a very nice person and gregarious(adj). I venerated(v)him for his kindness. That encounter however made my job ephemeral(adj). After work that day, my boss came in. He said he had to talk to me and that he would be laconic (adj) about it. He told me that I was fired and will be replaced by the man I had met duing my break. He said that I was banal, and said that the new man had more originality than I contained. I wanted to shout in his face that he was indiscriminating(v), but I wasn’t sure. I left my office and walked to the park, sorrowful. I went to my favorite place in the park, the place where water reaches the sky. The beautiful rainbow fountains made me feel a little more hopeful. I continued to hope for a better future.

  9. She stood at the fence and watched the water dance. It shot up into the air like a some exotic bird, twirling weight-less , then only to be caught by reality and fall to the ground. Shattering with the landing. The aquatic colorful animals flew into the air one by one and then, were shot down by some invisible bullett. Blue dolphins, red birds and purple jaguars vaulted continiously into the sky and crashed. Salacia was lost in the world of bright colors. Okeanus’ sillhoutte was outlined by the colorful lights that made the rising and falling water sparkle. In human form Okeanus was about twelve, when really he was older than a galapagos tortoise. Salacia turned her back to the fountain and headed to her temporary home. Okeanus soon caught up.

    “Why so solemn, deary?”, he may look like a child but Okeanus was still the old philosopher, with the crippled fin. Salacia looked into his eyes, the circular aqua orbs were so comforting, even in this unknown world.

    “I thought our world, the ‘water-world’ was cruel. No, this is worse”, she replied solemnly and walked on. It had not taken long for her to get used to ‘legs’; at first it proved difficult, going from one large, simple appendige to two much complicated slender ones. Okeanus has had more practice, this not being his first time as a human.

    “Well”, Okeanus laughed; “breathing is much easier here, don’t you think?”. He chuckled amused, asthough he found it astonishing, that oxygen was here in such quantities, just floating.

    “Yes,” her reply was sarcastic; “much easier, especially with these random ‘bugs’ flying at you.”

    “Because breathing with plankton swarming around is more enjoyable.” He laughed heartily. Salacia boiled.

    “Why am I here? Why me? I could be at home now! I could be playing with the seal pups and teasing sharks and-“, she broke off, her mind racing. Okeanus sighed. “You are here because you were chosen. Chosen to find out why our homes are being so poisoned. It is your duty for the kingdom. I am just here to guide and aid you. You should wear that with pride.” He nodded towards the brooch hidden underneath Salacia’s garment, humans named a coat.

    “It just seems so, indiscriminate(n).” Salacia spoke, her eyes not leaving her feet.

    “ I understand. You think that because you have gone against the king so many times already, he’d have no reason to pick you. Do forgive, but you latest act of hiding the ‘goods’ underneath a rock was very banal(adj).” He sighed, amused again.

    “Then you steal crown jewels next time, and we’ll see who comes up with a better plan!” Salacia snapped back. She stared vexed into Okeanus’ eyes again and retreated immediately. Okeanus is the most venerated(v) person in all the seven seas, apart from maybe the king. At first Okeanus was expressionless and then laughed. He laughed with his child laugh, “Now I know why they named you Salacia. They did tell me you were salty, but not sour.” Even Salacia had to grin. Salacia was the name of the Greek goddess of salt waters. “Is that why they named me Laverna up here?”, she inquired cautiously.

    “Naming you after the Roman goddess of thievery, was a smart choice indeed.”

    “That still doesn’t explain why ‘I’ was picked”, Salacia stressed.

    “ I will delineate(v)”, Okeanus said gregariously(adv). “Our kind is ephemeral. There arent many of us left. They picked you, to figure out why we are dying out so badly. The reason they picked you was because, you are bold enough to go up to a human and be laconic(adj) about what you were looking for.” Okeanus finished. Salacia was shocked. She imagined some form of riddle to come from the twelve year old wise-guy but no, she got an actual answer to her question. Salacia admitted, she was impressed.

    “The brooch, as long as you wear it you’ll stay human. The stone in the middle will turn blue, once your mission is exhaustive(adj), and then you can take it off and go back home.” Okeanus halted and turned around. Salacia had stopped and taken out the brooch from underneath the ‘coat’. She had never really looked at it. With the edge of her sleeve she burnished(v) the jewel.

    It was a pin in form of a mermaid. Her tail turned in a loop and she sat sideways. The fins on her arms, her tail and her whispy hair was encrusted with amber stones. The ornated skin was siren like, embedded with clear crystals, here known as diamonds. Her eyes were pulled length-wise, which was more abstract than the actual reality of her being. In her sparkling, outstretched hands, the mermaid held a large, teardrop, ruby colored stone. And for the first time, Salacia was cogent(v) that maybe the royals weren’t all that crazy after all. Maybe she wasn’t such a bad choice. When Salacia looked up, Okeanus stood there smiling and again, he didn’t seem twelve but again his normal fishy-self.
    A young male human walked by. His shoulder collided with Salacia’s and after apologizing, he gave her a long smile. After leaving again, Okeans chuckled.

    “What?”, asked Salacia.

    “Humans, they find you attractive. The male ones at least.”

  10. As I sit here against one of the marble pillars in the time square, I think about my life and how the future will play out. The square doesn’t seem as banal (adj) as it usually does. There is something different about the square; it’s hard to delineate (v). Maybe it’s just my new outlook on life. I just graduated high school, and I didn’t get into the college of my dreams. I have wanted to go to Yale since I was in seventh grade. Just two days ago, I ran to the mailbox thinking that my life would be exhaustive (adj) once I opened that letter from Yale. To my dismay, I was rejected by the one and only school I applied to. That dream of college life seemed so ephemeral (adj) now. Currently, I am not even enrolled in a school and all of my friends will be going to universities in the fall.

    So now I am sitting here, just trying to soak everything in and decide what I’m going to do with my life. That’s when I notice out of the corner of my eye a man who is sitting at a table chatting with a woman. He seems so gregarious (adj), like he is excited about an upcoming event. Maybe he is the kind of person who is carefree, indiscriminate (adj) perhaps. I look around the square once more. I see a woman carrying a black, leather briefcase walking briskly towards the court house. I think to myself, maybe she is a laconic (adj) lawyer who is late for a case. She is probably very cogent (adj) when she speaks. I venerated (v) her because I once wanted to practice law and be successful like she was, and I knew the amount of hard work it took to do that, well, almost.

    “Excuse me miss,” I jumped as a deep voice interrupted my thoughts. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said quietly to the man who looked as though he was burnishing (v) the pillars. The man gave a quick smile and waited for me to move out of his way. I immediately stood and jogged down the steps so I was standing in front of the grand court house. He then continued to polish the pillar. I stared for a moment at the polishing man. He seemed lighthearted and content with himself. I started to walk away and began thinking again. For some reason I was in a jovial mood now, and I knew I would be alright after all.

  11. “Hello gentlemen. I am going to delineate(v) the situation in a way that is laconic(adj.) so I don’t waste too much of our time and we can focus on the matters at hand. The once gregarious(adj) plaza that has been home to many conversations and business deals has been subject to a devastating terrorist attack. The banal(adj.), gray stones that have been burnished by endless footsteps are now lying in crumbles, stained by fire and blood. The plaza is very important to the people of the city being the center of transportation and local markets. Our engineers have tried to repair the plaza but these efforts were ephemeral(adj.) due to the lack of funds to reverse the extensive damage. Gentlemen, I hope I have been cogent(adj.) enough to inspire your support. With your help our engineers can rebuild the plaza back to a state of being exhaustive(adj.) so we can fully venerate(v) the great plaza once again and be subject to more indiscriminate(adj.) footsteps that don’t need to worry about tripping.”

  12. As i stared this grand fountain it was difficult to delineate(verb). The vision of this was probably just ephemeral excitement. It was quite a spectacle. It was quite the opposite of banal(adj.) To be laconic, the fountain was amazing. The marble around the fountain was very burnished(adj.) and clean looking. An indiscriminate person would run through this and ruin it for everyone. This person would not be very gregarious(adj.) No-one would have to be very cogent(adverb) to come here. It is very easy to venerate.(verb) People feel some what exhaustive(noun) after seeing this grand spectacle.

  13. Freddie had a penchant for making indiscriminate (adj) choices and haphazard decisions. This would prove to be a deadly quality. “Don’t be fearful, my dear friend Freddie,” said the praying mantis to the flying beetle. This comment sounded quite cogent (adj) to Freddie, who initially assumed he was destined to be Marty’s appetizer. Marty was very gregarious (adj) as he convinced Freddie that he was simply holding him tight so he could burnish (v) his wings. Freddie venerated (v) the praying mantis for being so caring and obliging. As Marty’s grip tightened, he further delineated (v) the reason for his forceful hold. “Freddie, I know this sounds banal (adj), but just relax. I’m simply trying to help you be a stealthier flier by glossing your wings. You will be quicker and more aerodynamic”. Quickly thereafter, Freddie realized that the more exhaustive (adj) Marty’s explanations became, the harder it was to breathe. Freddie’s hold was slowly becoming a death grip. As Freddie began to beg Marty to loosen his grip, Freddie became laconic (n). Instead of offering up long-winded reasons why Freddie needed to “just stay still”, Marty answered Freddie’s pleas with a simple “No”. When Marty felt the wrenching pain in his thorax, he realized that his time on earth was ephemeral (n).

  14. “Hush up and go to bed!” screamed the boy’s mother.

    Today was a very typical day to Andy. Andy was like every normal and gregarious (adj.) child, wanting and craving the attention of their mothers. What set him apart from the other children was he never once got his longing attention. So, if Andy’s mom ever did give him attention or praise it was very ephemeral (adj.). In Andy’s mind he finally realized he was unimportant to his mother, almost as if a precious piece of jewelry, untouched and sitting on his mom’s dresser that needed to be burnished (v.). So tonight he was in a different frame of mind than his usual submissive attitude. Andy had found a temporary solution for his problems, to just run away from them.

    He was going to sneak out and find a place worthy of tears. This ideal place was going to be somewhere serine and private and where he for once in his life feels wanted and has a purpose. He was exhaustive (adj.) in his idea; there was no cogent (adj.) force to change his mind. At this moment he was indiscriminate (adj.) of the chances of getting caught by his mother. This setback had no effect on Andy’s decision about running away due to his lack of venerate (v.) for his mother.

    Knowing his idea for sneaking out was banal (adj.) he stuck with his burdened heart and snuck out of his house, for which he did not consider to be a home. A home would be described as a place where a family lives and shares memories together. As he ventured out on his own he passed by a park, next to the park was a water garden area. This was very intriguing to Andy; he suddenly felt his negative feelings for his mother vanishing. The water fountain created a very laconic (adj.) emotion. Andy concluded that he was going to sit by the fountain all night until morning, until his mom would go looking for him. Andy would take the grief and punishment for sneaking out, for nothing could replace what had just been replaced by this magical fountain.

  15. She lowered herself to the ground slowly, barely breathing trying to match the silence that surrounded her. With camera in hand, she was taken to that place where everything on the earth was connected. She knew that she was different, devoting her life to something so banal (adj.) to most people, but she didn’t care. She pitied them, for they didn’t understand how to venerate (v.) the world around them and appreciate its wonder. “Oh it’s just a phase. This photography career will be ephemeral (adj.).” That’s all she ever heard from her parents. No matter how much she tried to delineate (v.) what it was that she wanted, she was never cogent (adj.) enough to change their mind. They only told her she was being indiscriminate (adj.) and careless. They were incapable of trusting that their little girl would do what she knew was best. Still, here she was fulfilling her dream that was now tainted with her parents’ disapproval. Oh no, at this point it was never discussed but she could see through their gregarious (adj.) behavior and always knew what was in the back of their minds. She turned and waited, searching for that perfect moment to capture. That one moment, now mater how laconic, (adj.) was what she lived for. All of those exhaustive (adj.) explanations trying to justify her one true passion in life, they all came down to perfect portrayal of life on that screen. Her camera was like a little window into a whole new world that we never cared to explore. As she bent down to burnish (v.) her most prized possession, she smiled to herself and thought: “It just doesn’t get better than this.”

  16. Picture Two:

    It was a very banal (adj) ball, not original whatsoever, just a normal ball. Instead of being laconic (adj), the prince had to use a very cogent (adj) tone in order to convince the girl of his dreams to accompany him to his ball. He delineated (v) all of the details for the party, being sure to include everything. She was very indiscriminate (adj) and therefore needed a day to think this one over. As the prince arrived a few hours before the party, maintenance was still burnishing (v) the floors, making them as shiny as possible. The prince was extremely excited for the ball and was therefore very gregarious (adj) and kind to all of the staff, especially when the setup for the ball was exhaustive (adj). All of the staff members venerated (v) the prince for his kindness. At the end of the ball, it seemed to have been extremely ephemeral (adj). Time flew by with all of the fun that the prince and his date had together.

    🙂 yay

  17. Everyday i walk to work the same way, same time, same place and everyday i see a new face. I have been a quiet person my whole life and have always seem to be surrounded by gregarious (adj.) people. I am only 18 years old. I live in the busy city of New York. Everything is always bright and everything is different all the time and i love it. But one day i came home to find that my whole house had been broken into. I couldn’t find my parents anywhere. I yelled and tried to find my neighbors to see if they knew what was going on. I thought as if my whole life was ephemeral (v.), or fleeting, right before my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. Then i heard someone yell my name and it was my mom she was hiding under the bed with my dad. I ran to see what was going on and they told me that someone broke in and stole money that the police were on their way. I asked what was going to happen and they said they were going to have to go away for a while that i would have to stay in a apartment by myself for three days. At first i was a little nervous but then i thought of them and put my issues aside. They said it would go quick that they just had to go with the police for identification purposes. They were going to have to go through the exhaustive(adj.) program. I really didn’t want them to go but i knew it was the right thing to do. So I went and stayed in the apartment that we owned, we had it to lend to guest when they stayed with us. It was decorated and really homey so I was very comfortable. The first night i stayed there i invited my best friend over to stay with me. It was the first time in a while that i didn’t feel a lack of banal (n.). My best friend stayed with me for three days bc according to my parents they were suppose to be back today but they never showed. I waited up all night and no answer. So i went to bed at 5 in the morning and woke up the next morning with a thing of flowers outside the door. I said “We love you more than you know but we have decided you need to learn to live on your own, college starts soon and we decided to get an RV and travel the world we love and miss you, Mom and Dad.” I sat there in awe for awhile and then all i could do was clean i cleaned the rooms, the floors, i burnished(v.) all the tables and then went out for a walk. By this time it was dark around 10 at night so i decided to go where i used to go when i was little… the colorful fountains. When i was little i would go there when i was sad, mad, really happy, or just wanted to be alone. This time though, i went for answers. I thought that the fountain would delineate (v.) or explain to me why they left like this, but it didn’t. I sat there for hours and just thought. I sat there trying to cogent(v.) or convince myself that all this was a dream. I got up to find there was only one more person in the park that night and that was an old lady who looked to be about 80 years old. I went over and sat next her i asked why she was all alone. She told me about 5 years ago she lost the love of her life to cancer. I asked her how she got through it all alone. She looked at me and said this fountain healed me. I looked at her a little confused and asked how? To venerate (v.) or regard with respect i tried not to ask to many questions so i was laconic (adj.). The old woman told me that sometimes the littlest things in life can make the world of difference. We sat and talked for about 3 hours and i felt as if i had known her my whole life. From then on we met every single night at 9 until we got done talking the woman changed my life in ways i didn’t think were possible and i found who i really was when i was with her. I learned that sometimes not being indiscriminate(v.) can lead you to someone you would have never met. I think about her all the time for it has been 1 year since she passed away but i learned how to heal from her and therefore didn’t morn over her death but instead kept living like she would have told me to. The woman in the park remained a legend and will forever be the reason the lights in the fountain shine so brightly at night.

  18. How could one impact so many lives at once? For one ephemeral(adj) moment, I needed to change them. However miniscule the moment, I had to make a difference in their otherwise banal(adj) lives. As I make my judgements of these people, I almost venerate(v) them for their ability to revel in their ever so mundane existences.

    The man with the map had some scruff, tattered pants, and a five-o-clock shadow that could put a clock to shame. His name was Peter, and he had spent the past three weeks venturing through the city, looking for an adventure, indiscriminate(adj) to the core. His college days were gone, and he had been flung into the business world which he was exhaustively(adv) unprepared for, hanging him in a web of economic unrest and a plethora of choices he couldn’t begin to make well. Peter wouldn’t know until many years later that his future wife was the redhead engrossed in conversation with her friend from her internship. They would never realize they had almost met on this day.

    The funeral of Harrison’s sister happened today. She was a street performer, so they thought a good idea would be to hold a shrine for her at the spot she loved to dance to. They brought her tape deck and placed chrysanthemums, her favorite flower, on her spot. Harrison’s parents watched as he laid his love down for his sister. Many others joined in this unconventional remembrance of the vibrant being that had been. Those who hadn’t known her couldn’t delineate(v) the meaning of the tape deck and the flowers, but to those who had, it meant everything.

    The various others, the woman with the skirt that looked as though she should be around a construction site, the man, whose head looked burnished(v) to glint in the sun, selling postcards, and the woman discussing her book all seemed gregarious(adj), but I would never know any of them. They each produced a cogent(adj) facade of contentment, but maybe I’m the only one who is isn’t truly happy. I wondered if they could see me, maybe they’d be the ones looking down on me.

    As I watch these separate events, these little dramas unfolding into a complex pattern, I feel that in the grand scheme of things, we are all so small, but the small things seem to change a day completely. Wishing to make this laconic(adj), I made one small choice, one step forward to change my life and the lives of those below me. I fell.

  19. The brightness of water misted her face, reminding her how shocking, how lively, and energetic a person can be during their lifetime. As minutes passed, the sweet water evaporated from her face, a visitor that was welcomed, but its stay was ephemeral (adj.)and short-lived. How banal (adj) a place this was to most, but for her, this was her solace.
    “You knew my parents, right?”
    She looked at him, and he gazed up with his big, glorious eyes.
    “Yeah. I liked them, Lilly.”
    “Me, too.”
    She didn’t know what to do. Her parents had loved this place. All three of them would come, and watch people experience it for the first time. How joyous that was. The first reaction was like nothing on the earth. How their faces lit up and a smile suddenly appeared under two bold, exuberant eyes. The adults. She would watch the adults. They knew not what was coming ahead; when the fountain would grant a welcome, they were amazed at the awesome beauty and were in sheer shock. They enjoyed themselves. Until they would gather their wits, and straighten their outfit, a hidden smile of joy still on their face.

    Her family, too gregarious (adj) for the common bystanders, often would join in on the playful laughs of children. The children would look back, and smile, knowing that someone else was also enjoying the fun. She knew the more she relished the good times, the more she would burnish (adj) her memories, and make them shine.

    The fountain was the only thing that still linked Lilly to her parents. She venerates (verb) her parents and appreciates their intense love for her, and for life. She used to deny the fact that they were dead and gone, but she realizes it now. She knew they would always be alive in her heart. And she knew that is what they would have wanted.

    “I love how they can be so free. And not care about what other people think. They are so full of life.”
    His statement was so laconic, (adj) to the the point. She looked at him, with complete and exhaustive (adj) sincerity.
    “Yeah. I miss that.” She missed the carefree life of a child. The indiscriminate (adj) and random choices and loud outbursts of joy she used to make. How her imagination allowed her to go anywhere that she wanted, without a train ticket. She looked back at Daniel. She wanted to delineate (verb) her thoughts to him. Several times taking in the sweet air, preparing herself to explain her thoughts.

    She looked back at the water, wishing that her words could flow like that of the water spraying from the ground. Her words, trickled unsteadily, like the water that stood on the ground.
    “Are you okay?” Daniel looked up at her. She sat down with him.
    “I’m fine. I just can’t understand why everything that I think, I can’t put into words.”
    “Lilly, maybe some of your ideas aren’t meant for us to hear. What you’ve gone through, it all happened for a reason. If you can’t tell us yet, just smile, and know that you have knowledge in your heart. Thats all that matters to me, Lil.”
    “But I just want to tell you all that I–”
    He touched his soft hands to my lips.
    “Shh. I respect you, and love you, Lilly.”
    His convincing and cogent (adj) smile silenced my words.
    “Yeah. Daniel, I love you, too.”
    She smiled as the water fountain died down, waiting to welcome its guests again. She looked at him, and began to explain.

  20. My foot hovered from off the edge of the building. Everything that they say that happens to you when you are at the edge of death, it wasn’t true for me. I didn’t have my life flash before my eyes; I was at a strange sense of peace. I was unafraid, ready to pass into the void.

    Just as I was about to transfer my weight and end my misery, when someone appeared before me. It wasn’t a stranger or an angel, it was the reason I was standing here, the reason my life no longer had meaning. She was standing before me.

    Aila. She had been the center of my world. It’s hard to delineate (verb) her. She was a very gregarious (adj) person, the perfect compliment to my more quiet personality. She seemed to fit me in every way that was until she got sick. She wasn’t sick in the physical sense. She didn’t have cancer and wasn’t struck with some horrid foreign disease, she was depressed. I didn’t notice it at first. It only seemed like she was just more tired than usual. Her act of normalcy was cogent (adj), only now that I looked back on those months do I realize how obvious it was that I should have gotten her help. Any time I would try to ask her if she was all right she would just say that she was fine and not to worry. I never realized the true intensity of her sickness until I came home and found her hanging in the bathroom. When I found her the first thought that ran through my head was “Why?” She had everything to live for. I was so struck with grief that I simply collapsed and let the grief take me. I stayed like that for about half an hour and then I got the courage to remove her from her homemade noose and call 911. I then contacted her family and tried to help them with their grief while I was still wrestling with my own.

    Her funeral was about two weeks later. As I listened to people talk about her all I could think about was how ephemeral (adj) her life seemed. She was only twenty-five when she died. We were just out of collage and she had so much left she wanted to do, but she had fallen to far to remember any of those things. People kept telling me she would have wanted me to be happy and to move on, but I just couldn’t come to terms with that.

    A few months later I sold our apartment, not being able to bear living there any longer. After moving away you would think that things would have gotten better. They didn’t. Now I was the one that was slowly falling deeper and deeper into misery and self-loathing. Constantly I was asking myself why I wasn’t good enough and why she didn’t stay alive for me. I started to realize that I couldn’t live without her, for without her my life was empty. That is why I am standing now on the edge of this building. So I can end my life and be with her once more.

    “What are you doing here Bernon?” Alia asked. Worry intensifying her voice.
    “I am here so I can be with you once more.” I responded sincerely.
    “Do not be indiscriminate (adj.) You need to be careful with your choices and I am sure as hell not worth dying for.” She almost screamed at me.
    “Of course you are! My life is banal (adj) with out you. With out you my life has no spark, no originality, there is nothing left.”
    “THERE IS EVERYTHING LEFT! Do not make the same mistake I did and take yourself away from the world before it is your rightful time. You have friends and family that care about you. Do not take yourself away from them. Don’t put them through that grief that I caused them to suffer. Please! You must find something that is worth living for and hang on to it, and that search better be exhaustive (adj) because you must find something. You need to find something.”
    “But with out you I can find nothing.”
    “My dearest Bernon, I loved you with all of my heart and I know you felt the same but I also know that I was the only thing worth living for in your life. You have an amazing family that I looked forward to joining and you were headed for a great career if aren’t still. Don’t through that all away.”
    “If you loved me so and wanted to be part of my family then why did you leave me?” I sobbed.
    “Because I fell to far and was to proud to ask for help. I could no longer see those things, those lights in my life. That is why I am here now before you. To remind you that there are lights in your life that there are still reasons to live and you would be a fool to ignore them.”

    I didn’t know what to say to that. Everything she had said is true and she was someone I venerated (verb) and who I asked frequently for advice when she was still alive. I had always respected her and trusted her when she lived so why should I stop doing so now? She was right and as much as I wanted to jump I also finally saw everything she was saying. To be laconic (adj), I did have reasons to live and I couldn’t make my family and friends go through that grief again.

    “You are right Aila and I will join you, but not today.” She breathed a sigh of relief, hugged me tight and then slowly faded away. After she was gone once more I slowly walked away from my perch atop the building and thought I need to burnish (verb) my life, make it polished and worthy of living once more. With that goal I set off to start over and live a life worthy of being remembered.

  21. The young artist had been trying to push his creative boundaries lately. He had been wanting to do this even before the critic described his latest show as “banal (adj) and uninspiring.” He was once venerated (v) for his potential to become “one of the great creative minds of his generation.” While his former work could be delineated (v) from the mainstream ‘art,’ now his work was regrettably similar to that of his ‘average’ counterparts. He used to produce magnificent pieces with an indiscriminate (adj) mind-set, now he had to think at length to produce a mediocre one. This almost drove him to the point of madness. He once was a gregarious (adj) fellow who was still able to maintain his ‘street-cred’ in the business. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks. Shut-in by his artists’ ‘block.’

    As he came home after a ephemeral (adj) meeting with a client, he noticed his answering machine, that may as well been broken, was brightly flashing with the promise of human contact. He listened to the message with hope and desperation. The message was laconic (adj) about the opportunity to put himself back on the ‘map’ after three months of pitiful work. Although he did not like how the woman described his recent work, the resurfacing of his once glorious days was cogent (adj). He called and was hired.

    He worked day and night to create something that would blow the creative community away. He made sure the description in the paper of the event was exhaustive (adj) in detail of the location so everyone would be able to find it. He burnished (v) the statue so it would be eye-catching. He worked endlessly with the gallery owner to perfect the lighting, the music, and everything else to set the mood.

    As everyone leisurely milled around the gallery, they tried to be casual when they stared at the hidden statue. They pretended to be interested in each others conversations as they waited for the unveiling. The artist paced back and forth waiting for the clock to reach the appointed time. When the clock finally inched its way towards the midnight point, he almost convulsed with nerves. He studied their faces and memorized their features trying to read their thoughts. He held his breath until he saw the only thing he wanted. A understanding nod from the crowd.

  22. Ever since the day I was told that I was the Protector, the one that would save my people from the Abutors, my life has been far from banal (adj.). The Abutors have ruled our people, the Eterni, for longer than even the elders can remember. Exactly how we came to be under their rule is hard to delineate (adj.), and all that I know is that we had lost a great battle. All records of our culture before we were conquered was destroyed, and none have memories of the old life. Now we are a race of slaves, mining and burnishing (v.) precious stones to ship to the Abutor home world. We are forced to venerate (v.) the Abutors twice a day, but by no means do our actions reflect what is in our hearts.

    The Grand Priests have told in such a cogent (adj.) manner that a Protector would rise and grant the Eterni freedom. The Protector would lead the Eterni to a laconic (adj.) victory against the Abutors, and perform an exhaustive (adj.) purification of our planet, restoring it to its former approximate glory. We, as the youth of the Eterni, were taught that to be recognized as the Protector is the greatest of honors, for to us, the Protector was our hope, our god. Every ten years, the ceremonial search for our Protector is performed, called the Great Over-Seeing. The Grand Priests gather all the youth into a great hall, and one by one we are called for in for a talk. The ceremony generally lasts five days, and he Eterni race has performed it for thousands of years to no avail; no Protector has ever come to be chosen. Before the day of the ceremony, I was a gregarious (adj.) and happy child. Little did I know, this happiness was ephemeral (adj.).

  23. Love is a strange thing. Nobody knows when, or how, or who it will strike. It can happen any moment, like in a fairytale’s love at first sight, or so gradually that you don’t even know you’ve fallen for someone.

    Everyone has a different flame in them — and mine had just been lit. Yeah, I’ve never seen her in my entire life. Cupid just flew down and struck me square in the rear with one of his arrows. I’ve never felt like this before… I can’t delineate (verb) this effect she has on me. She is stunning, absolutely beautiful; words can’t do her justice. The green in her eyes is vivid, contrasted so nicely against her soft olive complexion… it looks as if someone burnished (verb) her face to perfection. Her forearms are slender but muscular, and the curves of her figure are so elegantly sculpted. The light from the sun is throwing shadows all over her frame — if the sky was a coal black, she’d be the brilliant fireworks that lit the night. That’s how she was lighting my world right now.

    From this distance I am safely observing her. Don’t take me wrong, I’m no banal (adjective) peeping tom. Although she’s already taken my heart away, I know there’s something terrible and menacing about her. I already can conclude her personality is very different from mine… not as gregarious (adj), and if you get on her bad side, her grudge would definitely not be an ephemeral (adj) one. I know she’ll never love me back or feel for me the way I feel for her. I don’t know how I know this. I just do. She’s one of those people who intimidate you from the start, whose gaze is laconic (adj) enough to turn your knees into rubber. She’s a seductive, dangerous beauty that deserves the veneration (noun) I’m giving her.

    I know I sound like an idiot right now, blabbering about how this random beauty enchants me. There’s no way I can cogently (adj) express myself about her. I’ve officially crossed the line that divides sanity from insanity… and yet my world is so exhaustively (adj) whole!

    I can’t sit and watch her any longer. I must go to her. She’s doing that unfair smoldering thing with her eyes again… she is such a seductive temptress.

    I shift in my perch slightly, and see she’s holding something. Oh, her meal. That makes things easier for me.

    I strain my antennae forward and slowly creep towards her. Hopefully I don’t end up like the cricket in her mandibles. That would be a tragic ending to my short life. But hey, if you’re to die, what better way to go at it than for your lover?

  24. Photo: 1

    There were four gregarious (adj.) or sociable high school junior friends whose names were Mike, Angela, Casey and Dick. Casey and Dick were fraternal twins with Casey a few minutes older. It was spring break and they were at Las Vegas, Nevada. At 10:00 PM, Mike, Angela, Casey and Dick had just finished watching a magic show performance and were now about to take a walk back to their hotel.

    “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something. This morning, I heard some people talking about a huge water fountain show performance at the hotel we are staying at, the Bellagio hotel. They said that the water sort of goes along with the music,” said Mike. “That sounds cool. What are the show times?” asked Angela. “Uum, I’m not sure. I think they said it is at night but I did not think about that to ask at the time,” said Mike. “That’s okay; I think I know what you are talking about. It starts at every night at ten and ends at eleven p.m.” said Casey, “and we can probably go see it tonight since it is at the hotel we are staying at.”

    As they walked toward Bellagio, Mike kept talking about what happened earlier that morning for about ten minuets. This was mainly because he was not very laconic (adj.) and would keep talking but would never actually get to the point. Then, for the next seven minutes, Mike and Dick started talking about video games. Angela is naturally quiet and shy as well as being tall and very kind. She has light brown hair and soft brown eyes. Casey was thinking about all her AP tests since she was planning to take about seven or so AP tests and graduate early. She was naturally smart and was already accepted into Harvard and Yale, the two colleges she wanted to go to. Casey and Dick’s mom was a business woman. Casey venerated (v.) or respected her mom and wants to continue the business her mom had already set up which is actually why she is here. Casey wanted to attend a meeting with her mom that was in Las Vegas. She also wants to be a lawyer because she thinks it would be helpful in business. Dick, on the other hand, took everything for granted and Casey does not really see much of a future for him. Although, Casey thought, boys minds tend to mature after girls so maybe he will change in a couple of more years, but I doubt it.

    When they finally got to the water fountain show, there were a bunch of people already there. Then, Dick, indiscriminate or making no careful choices, pushed his way through the crowd and stood on top of a brick wall. “Come stand up here,” he called “You can see a lot better from up here.” “The fountain shoots the water up really high. We can see fine from down here,” said the more wary Casey. “But not as well as up here. Come on Mike, hop on,” Dick said. Mike got on. “Dick, get down from there. Sadly, you don’t even know how to swim,” said Casey. “Oh, come on. The chances of me falling in is one in a gazillion,” said Dick. “Very cogent (adj.) Dick or in little people’s words convincing. Who ever in the world taught you math?” asked Casey. “Uuh, you did,” replied Dick teasingly. “Very funny,” said a vexed Casey. “If you want to kill yourself, do it when I am not around because I don’t want to be responsible.” Just then, the music and the fountain stopped and people began to leave. “What happened? Is it already eleven o’ clock?” asked Dick after nothing happened for awhile “It seemed a lot less that that.” “I guess it is,” replied Mike, who by this time decided to sit down on the column instead of standing, “Lets go inside and… well do you guys want to do? Play video games or do something in the casino?” “Lets do both,” said Dick. “Actually, you guys go ahead, I’m going to get something to eat,” said Casey. “I’ll go with you and keep you company,” said Angela. “Thanks,” said Casey.

    While Casey and Angela were eating, Casey asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to go watch the fountain dance right now? It really is a wonderful sight and it is definitely no banal (N) or commonplace. I’m just really hungry. I haven’t eaten since noon. Well, except for two bags of chips around six o’ clock. I’m just really busy with school work” “I’m sure and apparently it’s not already eleven,” said Angela. “You’re correct. The dancing fountain just has some few minutes break in between songs,” said Casey, then asked “so how about tomorrow night then?” “Sure, whatever you want to do.” “What are you planning to do after I leave the day after tomorrow?” asked Casey. “I will probably drive back to California to visit and entertain my relatives. My younger cousins are really looking forward to go to Disney Land and the elders like my company and I like my relatives,” replied Angela. “At least I know there is someone who is not here because they are trying to runaway from visiting their relatives. The only reason that Mike and Dick are here is because they don’t want to face the ‘old people’,” said Casey. Casey and Angela could then here some music from the fountain dance that has penetrated through the walls but Casey was not worried because she knew that if they were in the casino, it would be too loud for them to hear it and if they had decided to play video games the would by hypnotized and glued to the screen no matter what happens.

    At the casino with Mike and Dick:

    “Darn I’m out of money,” said Dick. “Me too. Do you want to go play some video games now?” asked Mike. “Sure,” said Dick. As they entered the room, they could here some music outside and Dick looked at the clock. “Hey, it’s only ten fifty and apparently the music is back on. Do you want to go back outside and catch the end of it? Maybe we can find some chicks,” said Dick. “You mean throw a lucky penny and wish for one,” Mike teased. When they left the room, the song was coming to an end so by the time they got outside; it just started its last song. They were at the end of the fountain this time instead of the middle. Dick and Mike got onto the brick wall again. Dick then crouched down and began to burnish (v) or shining his penny while Mike began to chatter about something that happened the day before. As the song came became exhaustive (adj) or complete, Mike jumped off, getting ready to go back into the hotel. A group of people came by and stopped between Mike and Dick. One of the people pointed to something across the street and the rest turned to look across the street. Mike, being curious, also looked across the street to see a smaller duplicate of the Ifle Tower. Dick, then took a step up onto the marble column and tossed his penny. Then, the song became quiet and Dick turned to get down but then the next second was actually the last note. At that second, a loud note startled Dick. He slipped, hit his head and fell into the fountain. His yell was drowned by the loud, final note and the cheer of the crowd. If he struggled in the water and made some splashes, it sounded like the splashes made by the fountain. No one saw him go in; everyone was looking at the last big step of the dance. Mike and the group of people turned back to see the last big splash of the water dance for that night. The finale of the dance was so beautiful that everyone who saw it was in awe. It was so beautiful that it was impossible to delineate (V) or explain. Finally, the last of the water drops hit the surface as the lights turned off and the song was over. For Mike, the wonderful feeling was ephemeral (adj) or short lived as he suddenly realized Dick was no where to be seen. Mike called out his name and pushed through crowed. He went over the brick wall and looked behind the marble column. He saw a few bubbles and nothing more.

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