Residuum

His memories are gone. Cast away and decimated by some diabolical demon of the man. All that remains of the mind of the once great prince is some small residuum of recollection - every once in a while back wave of recognition crosses over his eyes when he encounters someone from his past.

Esse

No food for days. Only the bare minimum hydration intake. Sean John floated in the ocean, immersed in thought. His mind free, he was joined with nature. Both a creature of the sea, and a aerial observer. His very esse spanned more than his physical self.

Coaptation

Sean John addressed Sheryl's wound. It was a shallow cut, hardly worth noting. He applied a soothing balm to help speed up the coaptation of the cut.

Dreck

Awful! Terrible! Offensive and talentless! The performance was total dreck!

Additament

Cooling embers. Smoke dissipating. Warmth once provided, now seeping out through cracks in the doors and windows. The life-saving heat dispersing into the universe, drawn toward that place all energy goes to die.

A seed planted, a growth born. One more life sprouts forth into the world. One additament to this crowded world.

Cyclopean

Sean John the shark tamer is dashing, daring, delicate, and dedicated. He is intelligent, innovative, and instructional. He can think quickly and act quicker, planning ahead on the subconscious level. He is loved by most and hated by few. Sean John is many brilliant and capable things, but when he stares at the endless collection of data gathered by his Ocean Research Protection Initiative, he knows it's time to ask for help.

Thus, Sean John relies on the people he trusts. Albert Huffington, the renowned brainiac and leading expert in oceanic studies, is tasked with the duty to sort through the cyclopean collection of data and determine where the new strain of genetically modified poisonous seaweed is headed.

Grammatology

Still sopping wet and leaking away centuries of seawater, Sean John delivered the chest to the museum. Inside this long lost container lay the guidance of the future of this island nation, and fate of its people. But there were pounds of documents to sift through and ancient ciphers to decrypt.

So Sean John was on his way to visit Hollis Vathanamaskang, the leading expert in grammatology in this hemisphere.

Shark contest

NYTimes: Rethinking Tournaments Where Sharks Always Lose
http://nyti.ms/1307vtm

Sidle

Disgusted at this public display of bigotry, and fearing for my safety among such a raucous and agitated crowd, I tried to sneak out. I sidled along the edge of the auditorium, keeping my head down and doing my best to avoid attracting attention.

Quillet

Sean John spoke the password correctly. The false tree bark melted away, and access was granted. Sean John had learned the proper pronunciation years ago, when studying the native language. There was a true subtlety of inflection required to speak it properly - one wrong syllabic emphasis and you insulted the entire heritage of your conversational partner's family. The language was full of quillets that made the learning curve especially harsh.

Clangor

Thanks to Sean John, the people of the village were working together in haste. Their remaining time was short. From miles away, the cacophonous clangor of their machinery and tools could be heard. When Dr Pantigal returned, they would be ready.

Bushwa

I listened to the entire speech. As an expert in the field of theoretical physics, I can confidently advise that the speaker was a phony. His entire premise was bushwa. There was hardly a true statement uttered.

Poetaster

The bathroom wall is indiscriminate - a haven for brilliant lyricists and poetasters alike.

Gobbet

Wrenching forth from within the muck, the witch emerged. Dripping with viscous goo, slathered in filth, she held in her tightly squeezed fist the item that made her descend into the pit. She had, stuck in a gobbet of solid substance, the Gem of the Ages.

Rifacimento

Although the playwright Balda Halbad has written original scripts, he is best known for creating rifacimentos, setting classics of the past into the modern day and adding a political twist.

Sisyphean

Marissa did her best to keep the living room tidy, but with 6 young children running wild in the household, it was a sisyphean task.

Accrete

Stevie knew his homework habits were only making things more difficult. He'd avoid doing any work until the previous few hours before the tasks were due. He lazed around, letting his work load accrete daily, class after class, day after day.

Boniface

The first few days of his stay in this foreign city were isolated and lonely. Joshua wanted to talk to the city inhabitants, but he had no way of approaching them. Lucky for him, he chose the right inn as his temporary residence. The boniface noticed that Joshua wanted to talk to some of the city inhabitants, and offered to invite Joshua out drinking with a group of friends. He even refused to accept Joshua's money if he was unhappy during his stay.

Layette

Teresa kept it in a special place, folded neatly after all these years. It was her way of combating the erosion of time and memory that the biology of our world commands. Even the deepest etchings will fade away. It was a gift from her sister, may she rest in peace. A layette for Albie, when he was still just a tiny baby. He never even got to wear it.

Edacity

In his experiments, he tried to turn the test subject sharks into strictly vegetarian creatures. Sean John knew that success was near when the sharks developed an edacity for seaweed.

Yawp

They all lack facts, experience, and knowledge. The men are angry, however, and anger motivates. As they sit inside the trailer and yawp, little Timmy puts his ear to the door and listens.

Integrant

Stevie, the well mannered altar boy kissed his last days of being a goody-goody goodbye a while ago. The obedient 12 year old boy never would've imagined the scenario he was in today. Now Steven was a man, and an integral part of this bank heist. The rest of the crew was relying on him.

Dandy

We didn't expect to host a party today, but if you and your friends visited our home, it'd be just dandy! We've got wine, liquor, plenty of grill able food. Dandy, I say! It'll be quite swell!

Lyceum

Steven reaches over for his name tag, but he is generally bashful. A group of incoming women, all clad in eyeglasses and cradling books inside their forearms like babies, is already crowding the table. While he wishes he could take advantage of this prime opportunity for interaction with the opposite sex, it's the social paralysis that takes over his body this time. The young student stands in place and looks at the ground, patiently waiting for his turn to approach the table. Welcome to the lyceum. Lectures every 30 minutes.

sprechgesang

The man couldn't sing. He wanted to, desperately. It was the only way to get her attention - the girl with the long, red hair in the revealing red dress. Angel, they called her. Every night, she was announced. Sliding to the grand piano, she perched on the bench and hooked her audience with those large green eyes.

So he became enraptured by her melody, and he needed to get her attention.

He can't sing, but he does have a cool, suave attitude. A simple, observing, one-eyebrow-lift-and-a-smirk kind of guy. So instead of singing, he plays to his strengths, and develops a different kind of act. He'll practice sprechgesang. He'll perform a song in his own cool style, in between talking and singing - a spoken word mash-up.

Muster

Sean John felt defeated. It was because of Dr Pantigal's trickery that he couldn't reveal the truth to this small island village. Without knowing all the facts, these native islanders shunned Sean John and cast him away. Truthfully, Sean John was their only hope for survival.

He was even having a difficult time mustering a crew together for his sea vessel.