Yay for cleansing buddies! And thanks, Goblin! I'm not sure what cleansing fires were really for, either. I think in some ways it may have been more superstition than either necessity or tradition. Well, superstition that then became tradition, I guess. But I honestly don't really know. And I don't think your entry is boring at all! In fact, I love the last sentence because of all of the potentional embedded in it! I love mini-cliffhangers!!
Oh, and I found a different site that generates words, too. And this one will generate a different word each time you click...
HERE
In any case, I thought I'd write another little piece. I kind of like the idea, and I'm sort of hoping this will help me with some massive writer's block I'm having!
Word:
OBSTINENCE
Seven year old Maggie stomped her foot--loudly. Her carrot-red ringlets bounced with the motion. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her lips protruded slightly, her eyebrows turned down.
"No," said Maggie. Her mother sighed.
What was that poem? There was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid. Her mother smiled.
I guess she learned her obstinance from me...
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Yeah, I think you can tell that took more than a minute.... Oh, and the poem is by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow. My mom likes to recite that for me at times.... I heard it a lot as a seven-year-old myself.... haha
Not the most interesting post... Oh, well.