Obliquity

I would never let my children lay hands on those vile volumes of filth. The moral obliquity presented in those books will corrupt my sweet children.

Spumescent

Sean John the Shark Tamer gunned the boat engine. If he didn't make it back to the mainland in the next 5 minutes, Dr Pantigal's evil plan would launch unchallenged. The boat roared through the ocean. In the spumescent trail behind, the fins of several sharks just broke the surface. Seat John's backup.

Grimalkin

When we visited grandma's house, before the accident, my memories seem highly exaggerated. When I recall the staircase leading up to the front door, I picture an entryway to a royal castle, with enough steps to make you want a cup of water on the way up. I remember the small foyer to seem to be a hub of activity, our family's grand central. Aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors always going in and out. And once you got through the greeting area into the living room, there grandma would be sitting in her throne. A wise old lady with a broad smile on her face, she was always happy to see me. Her grimalkin would purr to welcome the visitors. The feline had puffy, long hair, and was surely as old as grandma.

Anagnorisis

Fate had brought these three men together for a reason. Though the lights in the bar were dim, illumination shined on their lives as they realized what they all had in common. They reached their moment of anagnorisis when they simultaneously discovered they had all been slighted by the same woman.

Frivol

Colonel Jack O'Neil demanded that the visiting girl frivol with some children in the schoolyard.

Immiscible

When I saw the slip of paper indicating who my roommate was to be for the whole duration of the trip, my visions of a trip to Paradise quickly faxed. Steve Holt. If ever there were two immiscible personalities.... I could hardly spend 15 minutes on the bus with Steve without fantasizing about banishing him to a year in Kathmandu. This whole 3 weeks, spent together in the small room?

Leveret

Uncle Stanley fetched the trap out of the hole and brought it right down in front of my face. There it was, a tiny little furry creature, squirming and sad looking,  jumping up on the side of the cage. This little leveret was terrified, and if old Uncle Stanley weren't there to scold me about it, I'd just as soon have let the little guy run off to his bunny mommy and daddy.

Prelusive

An examination of the prelusive films of Donald Roldino's directing career will reveal several key themes and styles that repeat throughout nearly all of his later works.

Passe-partout

With her all-access badge, Becca could do it all. Movie screenings, special events, insider hangouts, food and drink... She felt like the world was opened before her with this passe-partout.

Vastitude

Alan was all alone in the nothingness. Was this a dream? There was nothing to see or to hear... He stood in a vastitude.