Greetings logophiles and other creative types!
It’s time for another
Quick Overview:
One entry per person.
42 words max.
Leave your entry in the comment box below.
Please include Twitter handle or pseudonym.
Entries must be posted by midnight Eastern Time (New York City time).
New to Wicked Word Wednesday?
Please Read the Full Rules Here
A Reminder: Changes Since the First Event
The very first Wicked Word Wednesday went swimmingly but some things needed ironing out.
If you participated in the first event, please note:
You must leave your entry in the comment section of this post.
Pingbacks cannot be accepted since it’s not possible to “like” pingbacks.
In fact, I’ve disabled pingback notifications.
Feel free to post your entry on your own blog!
If you decide to promote Wicked Word Wednesday on your own site, please link back to the current event.
Some interested participants missed out; let’s avoid tragic misunderstandings!
Make sure your followers know to come here to vote!
Only “likes” cast here will count towards the weekly winners.
Since photographs cannot be embedded in the comments section of WordPress.com hosted sites, photography is no longer an entry option.
I apologize for any inconvenience.
Enough chit-chat – what’s the Wicked Word?
The Wicked Word is . . .
COHORT
The Game is Afoot!
You have 24 hours.
GO!
Love Wicked Word Wednesday?
Running In My Head 
This is NOT my entry, I just have to ask: Is the 42 word length because of the answer to “life, the universe, and everything”? I’m thinking it is!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Yes!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I knew it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
First try…I’ll get all the stuff organized on my blog later
We are the lost legion,
Woodstock’s kid sister,
Gen X’s maiden aunt
with mentholyptus breath
And slow ass dial up.
Always running to catch up.
The forgotten cohort.
‘hey guys, wait up!’
We sing out.
“You don’t understand”
the kids respond.
@lmoe
LikeLiked by 1 person
Byron said it best . . . “cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold . . . that host on the morrow lay withered and strown . . . lances unlifted, trumpet unblown. . . widows of Ashur – loud in their wail, idols are broke in the temple of Baal.”
LikeLiked by 2 people
The captivating Contessa caused a combination of calamities by colliding with the crooked constable’s critically ill Clydesdale and confounding the Count’s conniving cohort – quite a conundrum!
LikeLiked by 2 people