GRE Words and Short Story # 2
- erratic-(adj)-wandering and unpredictable
- fervid-(adj)-intensely emotional
- inchoate-(adj)-not fully formed; disorganized
- lucid-(adj)-clear to understand
- obviate-(v)-to prevent; to make unnecessary
- rarefy-(v)-to make thinner or sparse
- dogmatic-(adj)-dictatorial in one's opinion
- florid-(adj)-excessively decorated or embellish
- ingenuous-(adj)-showing innocence or childlike simplicity
- occlude-(v)-to stop up; to prevent the passage of
- repudiate-(v)-to reject the validity of
- vacillate-(v)-to sway physically; to be indecisive
Story
The forest was dark; it had just turned midnight and the hunter could hear the sounds of a nearby beast. The noises of the its presence jumping from one place to another. Not knowing where the
erratic creature would be next, he took a hold of his gun, ready to
obviate any harm that could come his way through an attack from the creature.
An ugly,
inchoated creature jumped from the darkness into the light of the moon, right in front of him. His heart rate started accelerating, and with a
fervid scream, he started towards it. As he was charging, the light of the moon lit the beast's face, in such a way that--far from looking menacing--gave the creature a very
ingenuous look, one which
rarefied the hunter's wish of obliterating it.
So he stopped, and took his finger out of the trigger. He began to
vacillate back and forth, no knowing whether to caress it, or to stay there, and wait for the natural course of things to develop. He decided on the latter option, and as he stood there, he could appreciate the
florid patterns formed by the creature's different tones of fur. The drastic difference between the initial uglyness that he had observed, and the current beauty that the same creature emanated was far from
lucid to him.
The hunter at this point wanted to reach out and touch the beat, but a narrow-yet deep--cliff laid between them,
occluding the hunter from getting close enough to what-was-now the beautiful beast.
Suddenly, in the stillness of the night, the creature made a pungent sound, and two wings, one on each side of its torso, materialized. It gave a kick glimpse to the eyes of the hunter, and it took off, like a rocket towards the shinning moon. The hunter's gaze tried to follow the fast projectile until it disappeared in the depths of the night.
The next day, as he recollected and shared what had happened with his friends, there were those amongst his audience that
repudiated his anecdote. Despite how
dogmatic he was about the validity of the events, few were ever able to believe the rare story that unfolded that night.
The bastards...
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