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  Word List: Abundance Darksome Furfuracious Gaudy Genuine Incessancy Leaven Napiformed Presignify Volage Where is Ryanne? By: Myrna Flynn Ryanne's friends, Hosanna, Anders, Aaron and Carrie, were worried about her. It had been weeks and no sign or word from her. They missed her volage , her gaudy clothes, her leavened   every season hair color. She was their crazy, ditsy, funny sidekick. They even missed her furfuracious napiformed creature that was always with her. Aaron was sure there was an unknown side to her that was opposite to the facade she presented to people. He decided to go to her house and see if she was there, since he was the only one who had a key to her door. There was a room in her home that she kept locked, maybe that was where she was. He used her Irish door knocker, waited a few minutes, then unlocked the door. As he was entering, Ryanne rushed down the stairs and cried, " I was just getting ready to call you. Come quickly with me." They ran upsta

  List of words: Immethodical: without method or order; irregular Puckish: impish Stygian: dark; infernal Contumacious: rebellious; stubbornly disobedient Novercal (na-var-cle): of relating to or characteristic of a stepmother  Nectareous: 1. producing nectar 2. like nectar, sweet, delicious  Crepuscular:of, resembling relating to twilight (either beginning or ending of the day) Nubilous: cloudy, misty, foggy; obscure, indefinite Sedulous: (of a person or action) showing dedication and diligence  An African Tale Chapter Two— Memories Arno woke suddenly, he was sure he heard something. Glancing around carefully, so as to not awaken Annika, searching for the source of the sound, he scanned the area to the best of his ability while leaning up against the Acacia tree with his wife’s head in his lap. He could find nothing that should have so abruptly stolen his nap from him. Arno was far too awake now to return to resting. He adjusted his gaze down at his bride of nearly one year. As usual

 What kinda of short story will you write? It must include these words: A. Animacule: a small, minute animal B. Bastinado: punishment beating the feet with a stick or the stick used C. Crepitate: make a crackling sound D. Divigate: wander about; stray from the subject E. Elfocks: tangled mess of hair F. Foozlel: to bungle; to make or do something awkwardly G. Gamp: a large umbrella especially one that is bulky or awkwardly wrapped  H. Harn: a coarse linen I. Ignopotent: having power over fire J. Jesserant: lightweight coat of mail K. Kopje or koppie: small hill especially on the African veld L. Lepid: pleasant; charming, amusing  M. Myriacanthos: many prickled An African Tale By: Carrie Keiser Chapter One-- Leaving home In the shadow of a Kopje , the wild dogs, cape buffalo, cheetah, and kudu roam, Also present are the animalcule creatures in the nearby river. In the distance, a young couple, Arno and Annika, prepare for their trip into the karoo. Annika helps Arno to fasten his Jesse

Cara and the Heart-shaped Door 4-17-21 Carrie keiser She had finally arrived. It had been such a long journey that brought her to his particular hill and this earth-roofed building. As she went to enter through the heart-shaped doorway, she reflected on all that had transpired these last few, days, weeks, months, year.  A deep sigh escaped her lips and her mind went bACK TO the beginning. To That beautiful afternoon in the Irish countryside… Cara was sitting out in front of the house Sketching and watching her younger brother and sister, Kellen and Maeve, play.  She hadn’t meant to let her mind wander and fall asleep, it had just happened.  In the absence of their childish chatter, she came to with a start.  Frantic, Cara searched the area in front of the house and then stood to begin a more in-depth search of the fields surrounding the farm.  They were only 5, how far could their little legs take them?   Maeve and Kellen were very curious and constantly looking for adventure, Ca

          Lewis and Clark or Flynn and Jones   When I was a girl growing up in the “wilds” of Montana, I wanted to be just like the great explorers Lewis and Clark.  I mean, what self respecting Montana kid doesn’t want this---emiright! I had the best friend on the planet, we did nearly everything together, and most of the time we were inseparable!   We lived in the ideal place for adventure and took every opportunity to trapse all over the  countryside, and summer time was the best!  Long days of no worries other than getting home before dinner! Sure, there was some mischief and a bit of mayhem sprinkled with just the right amount of trouble making to be had.  That hillside was our secret garden, our shire, our forbidden forest, if you will! One day as we were pretending to be great adventurers, we travelled the dangerous road from the Jones’s house to the water tower.  From there we could see all the way to the bottom of the hill and beyond, and when we turned to face up the mo