This week’s words: Codex (a quire of manuscript pages held together by stitching: the earliest form of book, replacing the scrolls and wax tablets of earlier times. A manuscript volume, usually of an ancient classic or the Scriptures. Archaic. a code; book of statutes.) Mineral Formidable Noun Glisten Future Cinematic Drift Feint (a movement made in order to deceive an adversary; an attack aimed at one place or point merely as a distraction from the real place orpoint of attack) Sehnsucht (yearning, longing, pining, missing someone intensely) Navel Choose
Noun McWordle was a tall man, taller when he stood. His one great love was Naval Gaze the most beautiful woman in town. She loved Noun McWordle because he was a big man. Not that she was short; she was the sort of girl that when she cuddled you she fitted neatly under your chin and when under Noun McWordle’s chin she was safe from the rain.
Their love flourished until the day Drift Wood drifted into town. He came with a mineral personality and a belt buckle that glistened with diamonds and as Drift Wood knew diamonds were a girl’s best friend. He became very quickly a formidable opponent to Noun McWordle for the affections of the beautiful Navel Gaze.
It was clear that there was going to be a showdown between the two men. Drift Wood took Navel Gaze to rare and exciting cinematic experiences while Noun McWordle saw his future slipping away from him as the sensation of sehnsycht overcame him leaving him a whimpering wreck in his pillow at night as he heard more and more rumour that Navel Gaze had chosen Drift Wood over him.
The next day Navel Gaze answered a knock on her front door and found a parcel addressed to her from Drift Wood. In the parcel was a rare and valuable codex a collection of once thought of extinct manuscripts in a dialect yet to be deciphered a sort of cross between hieroglyphics and Australian English. Drift Wood had discovered Navel Gaze’s one great love, ancient books and there was no book as ancient as this one.
She was dumbfounded and in looking through the pages was unable to recognise noun from verb, fox from grub, it was all a mystery to her. There was another knock on the door and this time Noun McWordle was standing there looking desperate. He saw the book. He knew the code. He translated. He read to Navel Gaze the richest poems of love and devotion, he read them with the right emphasis as he was schooled in Australian English was a fluent speaker and so his beautiful Australian accent melted the heart of Navel Gaze who was on the point of fainting from being overwhelmed by her one great true love.
They both knew the wannabe Drift Wood would soon be around thinking his latest gift would win Navel Gaze’s heart once and for all but Noun and Navel had a plan to create a feint so cunning to the pretentious Drift Wood it was sure to send him on his way. With carefully chosen selection of nouns, a rich mineral drink and a glistening thesaurus she would fool the over confident Drift Wood into believing he was no where near the man he thought he was…..and it worked, with Noun McWordle watching the feint take place urging his girl on, Drift Wood began as they suspected, to drift away caught up in his own codex of words and meaningless expressions he saw his future as one tied up in a pointless sehnsucht.
Noun McWordle and Navel Gaze rode off into the sunset to a place where words made sense and the cinematic experiences were always pleasant and predictable.