Saturday Word of the Day: Green-Collar

*Green-collar: noting or pertaining to workers, jobs, or businesses that are involved in protecting the environment or solving environmental problems.

“I never pictured you as a green-collar,” Tony remarked as he showed Mark around the office, “we’ve got everything here, all recycled products or environmentally sound. Oh and this is the greenhouse, you can come here to relax and tend to the plants when you want.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t wait to start making a difference; it’s always been my dream to work in a green-collar business.” Mark exclaimed.

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Wednesday Prompt Smash: Minor Technicality

Prompt: Minor Technicality

Word Limit: 240 words

“Whoo! Yes, I am GRADUATING!” Whoohoo, yeah!” Killian woops with joy, as she runs down the dormitory hall.

“Only because of a minor technicality.” George trails behind her.

“Minor-schminer, who cares if it’s a technicality? I’m GRADUATING!” retorts Killian, not even bothering to turn around.

“Yeah, George, who cares? With Killian just skidding over the line our whole gang is gonna get to graduate together.” Louisa skips alongside George and pulls a face at him before overtaking him.

“Right because we should endorse her reckless behaviour, minor technicalities often don’t rule in ones favour.”

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer, George!” Mika slides in alongside him, having been roused from his dorm by Killian’s screams of joy.

“Yeah George, get excited. WE’RE GRADUATING!” Killian screams from up ahead.

“G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-N-G, GRADUATING!” Calls out Louisa, now arm in arm with Killian.

The girls giggle with joy as they exit the dormitory onto the quad, they run around on the grass before collapsing in a fit of laughter. George looks on unimpressed, but Mika grins broadly and pulls him over to where the girls are now laying upon the grass. Eventually George cracks a small smile.

“I guess, we ought to go grab our caps and gowns… The ceremony is in like 3 hours.”

“OH SHI-taki mushrooms, you’re right. Killian, come on, we don’t want to miss out on graduating after all that trouble to get you through.”  Louisa shoots up from the grass and pulls Killian to her feet.

Word count: 248 words

A/N: Don’t forget to check out Tim if you have time.

Saturday Word of the Day: Sententious

*Sententious: abounding in pithy aphorisms or maxims

A/N: I have no idea how to correctly use this word so this’ll be short

The Prime Minister’s speech was sententious and long.

Owen looked at the computer screen, tried to will his fingers to type more but just couldn’t find the words. Why had he decided to choose such a hard topic for his essay?

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Wednesday Prompt Smash: Overqualified

Prompt: Overqualified

Word limit: 300 words

This is my fifth job interview this week, it’s the twentieth job I’ve applied for this month and I really need a win. My portfolio is heavy, my palms are sweaty and my nerves are frayed, I need this job.

Yesterday I checked my savings and I’ve only got enough for next week’s rent and maybe some groceries. If I don’t get this job that’ll be it, I’ll need to apply for government aid, I’ll probably need to move back home… not that I could afford the plane ticket.

“Mr Dwyer?” The secretary gives me a sweet smile and motions that it is time for my interview.

“Yes, uh thanks.” I peel myself up from the chair, hopefully my suit looks good still, and scurry into the open office room.

“Nathaniel Dwyer? Rick Mortin, head of marketing. Pleasure to meet you,” Rick holds out his hand, I take it and shake… is my grip too hard? “Please take a seat Mr Dwyer, I see you’ve brought your portfolio.”

“Ah yes, here.” Ahh I’m mumbling, this is not going well. The portfolio almost slips out of my hands as I go to hand it to Mr Mortin.

“So I’ve looked over you resume Mr Dwyer and I have a few questions.” He grins, his teeth look like shark teeth, I gulp down my nerves.

“Yes, of course, ask away.”

The questions go on and on, there are so many. Did he really read my resume? He’s flicking through my portfolio and frowning, I thought it was a pretty good portfolio of my work but maybe it isn’t.

“Thank you, Mr Dwyer. Unfortunately I can’t offer you the position.”

“May I, uh ask why?”

“You’re overqualified.” What?

“Excuse me, I don’t see how that’s a bad thing… in all honesty Mr Mortin, I really need this job.”

“I’m sorry, Mr Dwyer but I can’t give it to you. Goodbye.” With that he ushers me out.

Word count: 323 words

Wednesday Prompt Smash: Rude Awakening

Prompt: Rude Awakening

Word Limit: 200 words

There are few things in life that are predictable. Perhaps that’s why we let ourselves believe that there are signs, that there are ways to know the unknown. But there isn’t, not really, we can never truly know what is going to happen- the universe is a complicated place of confusion.

Sometimes we can manage to guess, pure luck really, guess what’s coming. But hey isn’t it always at least 1% likely to occur? Isn’t it always possible that the outcome we’re hoping for will come to be? It’s a lottery; some people just win more often than others.

Fabricated realities are a little different; you can see the framework so guessing is a lot easier and the percentages are a lot higher. But there’s a delight to be found in indulging in these false worlds… that is if they really are false.

Reality is a complex matter, and if you think not then you might just be in for a rude awakening. It is at least 1% probable that fiction is a reflection of another dimension, another reality… isn’t it. And what if this is true? Do certain humans contain the ability to know what’s happening in another reality? Do you?

Word count: 202 words

A/N: So this was a little different this week, hope everyone liked it. And don’t forget to check out Tim’s work.

Saturday Word of the Day: Plisky

*Plisky: a mischievous trick; practical joke; prank.

Anya was always worried the children would play a plisky on her, especially come April 1st. They were rambunctious and loud, they were little terrors as all the villagers would say. As their school teacher Anya was meant to have some kind of control, but secretly she feared it was the children who were in control.

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