Saturday, March 3, 2012

Three Word Salad Saturday

You know the drill, right?  Write a flashy bit o'fiction that incorporates the following three (count 'em...3) words:

1. agroof (ah-GROOF) — to fall flat on your face
The word that means "to fall flat on the face" is commendable for its precision. I like the inclusion of "roof" for a word that means a "fall."
 2. louche (LOOSH) — of questionable taste or morality; decadent
The very sound of it conjures decadence.
  3.  cusp (KUSP) 1. a point or pointed end. 2. a pointed or rounded projection on the chewing surface of a tooth; a triangular fold or flap of a heart valve. 3. a point at which a curve crosses itself and at which the two tangents to the curve coincide. 4. the point of intersection of two ornamental arcs or curves, such as the inner points of a trefoil. 5. either point of a crescent moon. 6. a transitional point or time, as between two astrological signs.
Just the sound...It is a great word

***Note: The above words came from a fab list of great words called Vocabula.


  1. I have posted my attempt with these luscious words on my blog. Hope that is ok as I did not know how to paste it here.
    Thanks. I love louche and agroof. How fun!

  2. Just cut it and paste it here Iris. The piece on your blog is fine, but include your URL so we can all find ytou easier. Thanks for joining the fun! Walt.


    Ethan McClanahan never knew when to quit. The party ne'er ended when Ethan was about. And it is for sure that McClanahan couldn't be any more agroof had he fallen off the roof. Self-discipline was a foreign concept to the lad.

    Whiskey was the fuel that fired his engines. And McClanahan loved the highest "octane" he could muster. It wasn't so much the liquor that did him in. It was what ever he added to the soup that filled him with such stupidity. His desires were wanton and his resolve weaker than tissue paper. Ethan was louche and easy to arouse.

    Ethan should have known better, but his mind never knew what his conscience refused to see. But, there she beckoned, a pretty lass, built for speed and debauchery, a perfect match for his wild seed. Ethan had his needs and he stood on the cusp of a rather rash decision. He took a a sip o'whiskey and a step toward her and then, he hesitated. It were neither fear nor common sense what stopped him. His shrew of a wife blocking the THAT stopped him.

  4. Wrong Tree

    The bark scratched her back as she arched against the cusp of a broken branch of the trunk where Cass was quietly observing the scene on the hill below. Her pulses quickened as she realized that the man handing a fat envelope t o a mafia type character, was none other than her Dad’s business partner and golfing buddy, Ralph Delano. The stocky man in sunglasses and hooded sweatshirt seemed to count the money inside envelope, then stuffed it inside his backpack and jogged off down the hill
    Slowly letting out her breath, she knew that she was in danger if she was discovered. As her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, she almost fell agroof from the limb of her favorite oak. Thank you Lord, she silently commented as she realized that normally her phone would have been on ring and her hiding place would have been uncovered.
    Meow, meow, cried her black and white kitten as she watched it begin to climb the tree beneath her. Her heart began to beat wildly as she was afraid that Ralph might look up and see her. A car door slammed and she diverted her gaze from the cat and realized that Ralph was now fastening his seat belt and starting his BMW. She waited about 5 minutes to make sure no one else was lingering in the area, and then she climbed down from her perch and jumped the last two feet to the lawn below.
    Belatedly she looked at her cell phone and saw that it was her dad that had just called. What should she tell him? Would he believe that his trusted partner was such a louche?
    Cass decided that she was best at keeping her mouth shut and writing mystery novellas for magazines. Maybe she could work this into one of her stories. She valued her life and her relationship with her father so she decided to pretend this was a story she had read in a mystery magazine and went home to get dressed for the gala at the country club.

  5. Thanks for stepping up to the plate RJ. Love the words. Good to stretch the synapses every once in a while.

    That's it Iris. That has enough in it to develop into something very interesting.