Week One- Amiable
Hello all,
It’s time for the first Weekly Webster Word! As you could guess from the title, ‘amiable’ is the word today. Here’s the description of the word on the official Merriam-Webster site:
Someone or something described as amiable is friendly and agreeable.
// Both children have amiable dispositions, which makes them easy to travel with.
For this week’s exercise, I’ll keep it simple: just use the word amiable in a sentence or paragraph. If anyone ever read any of my comments on the old SCC posts, you’ll know I’m quite the yapper when I do these kind of things, so I’ll try keep it short today (I failed).
“You know,” Yegor drawled, wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s neck, “I’d normally try to be amiable in a situation like this, and treat everyone with dignity, even if they don’t deserve it, but, since we’ve known each other for such a long time, and since you’re nothing but a disgusting traitor, I don’t think it’s really necessary.” Pressing his pistol into the side of Nikolai’s head, he hissed, “Now tell me where your friends are before I blow your brains out.”
Have fun and stay inspired!
Whoa that was a nice paragraph--I like the way you used amiable in a sort of aggressive way.
Alright here's mine (sorry, it's way too long, so I hope that you at least enjoy it). It's and excerpt from my main WIP:
I stood at the entrance to the cavern, hand gripping the hilt of my sword. I scanned the space, searching for Skyen, but he had wandered off a while ago, disappearing into the crowd.
"Confound mysterious elven spies," I muttered to myself.
"Well hello there!" I turned to find a young, blond elf striding towards me, an amiable smile lighting up his handsome features. "You must be Azra." He bowed, cape sweeping the floor.
I bowed back. "Yes. And you are?"
"Leif, head of the Northern Resistance," he replied. "Pleasure to meet you."
I raised an eyebrow. "Layf? Do you mean Leaf? What's your dad's name, Tree?"
He sighed, frustration and amusement warring in his gray eyes. "I get that a lot around here. But no. In my language, Leif means heir."
"Oh," I said awkwardly. "Sorry, I... didn't know that."