Albedo

Professor Marshall disengaged from his telescope. Writing his notes on a pad, he considered what might be affecting the change in the distant planet's albedo. It had changed drastically since he measured it last week.

Fermata

The words smothered him. One assault of such force his universe shifted. He heard them over and over again as they spun around his head. Slammed into his brain. Knocked his life off course. All he could do was stand there as the words pummeled him repeatedly, stuck in one fermata of torment.

Pilose

This was unlike any doctor's office he'd ever visited before. There was a large comfy pilose couch along the wall - perhaps the hair of some mink animals. Darren ran his hand along the couch surface, taking in the furry texture.

Sobersided

Mr. Granton never cracked a smile. His classroom walls were nearly bare and his lectures were stern. He was the most sobersided teacher at Walton Elementary School.

So when Edna Winston saw the man walk up to the stage on open-mic night, she was convinced this was some kind of parallel world she stumbled into.

Parnassian

Derek lies on his back in the great expanse of these Midwestern plains. He watches the clouds drift along, pulled by some guiding force. The very same force that creates the earth's weather and climate, nurturing bountiful rainstorms and unleashing deadly monsoons.

Derek watches the world turn, and dreams of some parnassian lifestyle, a pastoral life of leisure and poetry.

Monad

Larry attributes his business success to hard work, a supportive community, dedicated workers, a diverse talent pool, innovative thinking, luck.... lots of factors. But if you really press him on the issue, he'll admit that his entire business philosophy can be distilled to a monad.

Fleer

Mallard slammed his fist down in celebration, feeling victory was at hand. To spite his opponent, he twisted his lips and fleered. The chastising cackles echoed throughout the chamber.

Dissilient

It's a nauseating site, here in the marine mortuary. Right in front of Sean John lay a sliced and dissilient shark stomach, spewing forth all kinds of innards.

Bauble

I've noticed that Wallace has a peculiar habit. He carries with him, at all times, some kind of glittery bauble. Every now and then, he'll remove it from his pocket, initiate some dexterous maneuver in which the bauble is passed back and forth from finger to finger on his left hand, then flicked into the air and caught with his opposite hand. Then, back into the pocket.

Gingham

She had sewed the costume herself. Using up the last of her gingham, she masterfully wove an outfit that will surely win first prize.

Habiliment

Gerald looks around as he steps on the bus. Only a few of his fellow transit riders bat their eyes at him when he steps on. But all of them know. They all see his goofy habiliments, and are inwardly laughing at him and his Captain Crazy's Burgers uniform.

Parri passu

Staring into the endless universe, he knows that we're all dust. He knows that all that he feels doesn't matter. As time passes, existence expands, and his his memories contract. The impact of his loss will diminish with time parri passu, an even relationship.

Serotinal

Always around this time of the year, he feels a certain sadness creep on. It's a serotinal cycle, always coming on just the time that summer hits the hottest days.