Waif

Waif: A homeless child especially one forsaken or orphaned

The streets are cold.  People walk by without giving me a second look. Most people would snicker, some would glare, but none would ever dare to see eye to eye with a ragged boy. The winds that rode up the buildings and came crashing down onto me were harsh. They cut my face and my clothes and made sure to waft my presence to all those around me. Even the other ones who share the street with me try not to look my way. Sometimes I find a nice blanket to wrap myself over as the nights grow long. But when morning comes, that blanket is gone. My pockets are cleaned, and I wonder why I am left alive. The streets are cold. I wonder where my parents are. Sometimes I imagine them to be one of the people walking by as they snicker at me. But other times, I wonder if they’ve already left the country. If I could leave the streets and find myself in a home, I think I would cry. Most people complain about the state of their home, about the size, about the furniture, about the depreciating value. The streets are large, but empty. They can be renovated and shifted but, they’ll always do the same thing. No one really complains about the streets because no one’s really lived here. If everybody lived on the streets, and being in a home was considered homeless, I wonder how the world would be as I sit in a warm house without a care in the world. Though, even in that world, the streets would still be cold.

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Venal

Venal: Capable of being corrupted

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Vaunt

Vaunt: Show off

Hey, you’re here again. Oh, it’s you, I thought I smelled something rancid. Is that anyway to greet a friend? Not at all, so what? You never change do you. Why would I? Rightly so. You still downing those things? Like the sound of that? The ice clinks onto the glass like the rain on my roof. Soothing right? The only thing soothing is how tired you sound. How much? I’ve had a couple of glasses. Couple? Yeah right, this guy’s been downing them like no tomorrow. Jesus man, lay off, you’re going to die one of these days, you know that? Course I know that. And yet you’re still drinking? I’m drinking BECAUSE I know that. Damn it man, you’re always like this. Always so, in your own world. Well, this is my corner of the world, and that over there, you see that door? That’s yours. Look, I’m not cleaning up your mess when you die. I don’t expect it. You were never really troubled were you. What? You know, the reason why normal people drink. They’re troubled, and so the drink lets them slip away you know. Maybe. What about you? That can’t taste good after the hundredth time. So why do you drink? I’ve never thought about it. And yet you still drink like that? It’s just a habit now. If I had a crappy liver like yours, I’d go drinking all the time. If you did, you’d end up like me. And that’d be bad? The worst damn thing you’ll ever know.

Uxorious

Uxorious: Foolishly fond of or submissive to your wife

Oh dear, how I long to get home to see you. I’ve come, are you happy? Hmm, I see, well, that’s no good, I’ll take out the trash for you, so just sit tight and wait for me, okay? Is there anything else you’d like dear? Oh, I see, the children are still out there playing in our yard. I guess it would be prudent for me to go out and make sure they never bother you again. But if I do that, it’ll just be what everyone wants isn’t it? Oh I see. I guess it wouldn’t matter in the end, but, I wouldn’t want anything to tear away the time we have together. But if I were to go, it would waste even more time. Oh what a conundrum dear, oh how it boils my blood! But if you do not wish for me to do anything, I will happily abide. So, what will we have for dinner? The usual? It wouldn’t be so good to eat so much dessert for dinner, you know that right? But, if you wish to have so much dessert for dinner, I will be happy to have the coldest cubes of ice, and the smoothest ice cream that money can buy. Oh how beautiful your darkened skin is, in the slow light of your room, oh how I wish I could bring you out into the world. But if I did, I would be in a lot of trouble. Oh, how cruel the mother of love is, to hide you from this world. Oh how I wish I could frolic in fields of roses as we did when we were young. Nonetheless, I must attend to finding you a better suited sarcophagus, one that doesn’t have insulation.

Umbrage

Umbrage: A feeling of anger caused by being offended

Did you hear the hear way that guy spoke!? Relax man, he didn’t mean any harm, you know that. That’s not the point. That guy had no damn respect, doesn’t he know who the hell he’s talking to!? Guess not. But, who the hell does? Look, can a guy just get some damn respect out here? Is that so hard to ask, Italics? You don’t need to ask for respect. Actually, the only proper way to garner respect is actually earning it Typeface. But still that guy had the galls to just… To just be so… So brazen that it pisses me off! Well he was Bold after all. Haven’t heard of him have you? You know I don’t keep up with politics. And that’s why no one ever respects you. I seriously feel like punching something. Don’t. You’ll just be even less respected, if that’s possible. Say, why do you still hang around me then? I’ve probably the worst reputation here. Aren’t you in it good around these parts? Well, maybe it just feels right, you know. Hanging around a vagrant like you is kind of relaxing. Seriously? You’re one weird dude man. Yeah but, I just like being special you know. No one else has the privilege of hanging out with a tried and true thug like yourself. Nah, I think I’m pretty normal. I’m probably just like ninety-nine percent of everyone else out here. Don’t kid yourself.

Toady

Toady: A person who tries to please someone to gain an advantage

Oh sir, would you please hand me your glass? If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. Oh sir, you are getting up, in that case, allow me to hold the door for you. If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. Oh sir, you should not trouble yourself with him, I will guide him out. If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. Oh sir, you should not allow yourself to be spoken in such a way, I will teach him a lesson. If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. Oh sir, you wish for him to be terminated, I will see to it that he is gone. If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. Oh sir, you wish for me to leave, in that case, I have no choice but to stop serving you, thank you for your continued gratitude. If anything, if anything I can do for you, that would be the least of my troubles. After all, I will no longer be needing your service either.

Tawdry

Tawdry: Tastelessly showy

If I were to cajole you into an acrimonious mood would it be pernicious? Or would it simply be laudable on the account that I pretend to be adroit? Or perhaps it is simply insidious, a slow gait with tacit in an aplomb symphony. Though, I wouldn’t peg myself as very idiosyncratic, nor would I be filled with alacrity. The only thing I can possibly feel in this situation is eminent. No, that would be a jest, it would send you on a diatribe and I would be compounded into a state of interminable consternation. Ah, no maybe not so. Would you let me have the chance to reveal the clandestine feelings within me? This isn’t that kind of story at all, no, this is hardly an aphorism, and by the time you’ve gotten to this point you may be thinking that I’m stringing together an arbitrary, abject, ostentatious pile of mush.  You’re right. I’m nothing like the person you think I am. I shouldn’t pretend. I should just be me. It’s a lot easier anyway. To just breath the air you breath, to be another gear in the system, a symbol nail on a board. I’ll live my life like this, drifting in the wind without a care in the world.

Sibylline

Sibylline: Resembling or characteristic of a prophet or prophecy

Don’t you ever wonder if you can predict the future? Wouldn’t that be a boring world? Is that what you think? Wouldn’t it be quite fun to know what will happen tomorrow? Where’s the fun in that? I mean, you could prepare to stop the inevitable. And why would you do that? It would be interesting to see what would happen once you’ve changed the future. Imagine it like this, if tomorrow were to rain and everybody knew about it, people would change their plans, right? Right, I wouldn’t want to go out if it’s raining. And maybe people would buy those umbrellas they were planning to buy on a rainy day. Yes, I certainly still need to. And you see, if people thought it was raining tomorrow, they would think, ‘oh how loathsome it would be if it rained tomorrow’ and do all sorts of things to prepare for a drowsy day.  Certain people might, and certain people might not care. But I see your point. It would be quite fun to mess with those people now wouldn’t it? Quite so. And so, if you knew the future, wouldn’t it be fun? Certainly not for those who’d be on the receiving end of that fun. Certainly not.

Salubrious

Salubrious: Promoting health

Hey, have you seen that guy over there? You mean the one who’s got that sign up saying the world’s going to end? Yeah. Word on the street says he’s also the guy who’s been passing around that weird recipe to all the neighbors. Weird recipe? You know, the one that has like five different grasses in it. Suppose it’s true? People will believe anything you tell them these days. Health fanatics like him can turn in a pretty dime  just by spouting a bunch of B.S. You know what would be funny? What? If the world really does end like that guy says, then that means his miracle recipe would have actually worked. Wouldn’t that be a shame? The world ends but no one will be there to prove that his recipe actually worked. Must be hard being right, then. Yeah. No thank you, I’d rather be wrong and have the world stay as it is. Though, that also sounds pretty bad, you can at least be right about the miracle recipe. As long as it doesn’t include five different grasses.

Recant

Recant: Formally reject or disavow a formerly held belief

Has he come yet? Who? The one who will save us from this interminable damnation. He who is foretold in all of the prophecies young and old who will shine holy fire to those who so go against his word. Have you no word of him? He is told to come, I know it, I believe it, everyone so believes it, and so, it must be true. He will save us from this painful existence, and he will bring us to salvation, if not him, then who? I will wait for all that is good in this world until he who is destined to save us descend upon this mortal realm. When is he coming? I have waited all my life for him, and yet, he has not  come. We have waited patiently for his arrival. Will he not come answer our prayers? Where is he? It can’t be, he will come. We will wait, until the day we die. Has he come yet? Is that so? We will wait, until the very last breath we take, to see him save our souls from this place of rot. It is so that he will never come. I can see that now. No matter how long we wait, he will not save us from this existence. We will die in peace.