As you well know, each week I post three words. You write something using the words.

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This week's words:

Crave; verb: Feel a powerful desire for (something).

Putrid; adjective: (Of organic matter) decaying or rotting and emitting a fetid smell; of or characteristic of rotting matter; (informal) very unpleasant; repulsive.

Shudder; verb: (Of a person) tremble convulsively, typically as a result of fear or revulsion; (especially of a vehicle, machine or building) shake or vibrate deeply; (shuddering; of a person's breathing) be unsteady, esp. as a result of emotional disturbance; noun: An act of shuddering.


rallentanda said...

It is Anzac Day( public holiday)tomorrow. So my poem is Australian to mark the occasion.Our country was founded by the rejectementa of British Society. That is why even to this day we are good at telling people to get stuffed:)

Emily said...

This was a tricky threesome! Crave & shudder were easy to slip into any sentence, but PUTRID? Yikes - that is a harsh word.

Sheilagh Lee said...

my comments to you Rallentanda are always returned, I do love your posts and always read them.

Emma Major said...

this was meant for me today, thanks for helping me get something out of my head