lupusmalus
It was time; time for him to give his account in front of the king, the queen, and the entire council; time for him to cease pitying himself and to begin acting like a true knight of the realm. The week leading up to this had been beyond excruciating. He had not been able to sleep; had not been able to eat. Knowing this day was approaching gnawed at him to the point of mania.
The hover-city glided softly over the mountain valley, it's base nearly grazing the tops of the trees. It was broad and tall, with spires reaching so far into the heavens that their height seemed immeasurable. All around the city were flying creatures that seemed guard-like; one could only surmise that they were protecting the city from all possible...
I wrote about this word last night. That makes both last night's post and today's post less distinguished. I hate making things less distinguished. I also hate writing about the same thing twice.
“Distinguished” is one of those words that desires to be had. We all want to be distinguished; different from the norm. We want to shine in our own realms, to show others that we have something to offer to the blandness of our society.