Words for Wednesday ~ October 11

Today is Wednesday, and this means Words for Wednesday!

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This challenge started a long time ago, and now it has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words are provided by a number of people.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

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In October Sean Jeating is supplying the prompts for Words for Wednesday shown at Elephant's Child's blog.

For today we had these words:
Consider
Rather
Superstitious
Paraskevidekatriaphobia (yes, I knew this one !)
Table
     And/Or
Bigots
Different
Gender
Hyperbolise
Teeth

Now I feel a little better, and writing is not an arduous endeavour. I used all of the Words except Gender in no particular order. Continuing and ending the story of Susan and the Ghost House -- only parts of which, if any at all, will make it into my book.

Susan did not have to wait long for Percy's return.
While Susan was still admiring the string of glass beads when Percy returned. Susan's hand suddenly felt like dipped in mists, and she looked up and saw the vaguely girl like form of Percy. "Well," she asked. "What did you find out?"
"It was a case of paraskevidekatriaphobia," Percy said, becoming almost translucent.
"A case of para...what!" Susan exclaimed.
"You know, or maybe not, that ghosts are rather superstitious. And yesterday was Friday 13th of February. Paraskevidekatriaphobia means simply fear of Friday 13th. The ghosts in that house gathered round a table, and shook. They shook so much that they turned over the table, which knocked over an old lantern and the shards worked as a magnifying glass, igniting the kerosene, and then the table started burning.  Of course the ghosts were long gone when the shed caught fire."
"I never considered ghosts to be susceptible to superstition," Susan said. "How come?"
"Ghosts are a strange bunch." Percy said slowly. "They are staying on for so many different reasons. Revenge, greed, curiosity. Ghosts are mostly bigots. They tend to hyperbolize the evil or the good that happened to them during their lifetime. And small details take on meaning and significance when mulled over again and again. Yes ghosts are very superstitious."
"I see," Susan said, not quite truthfully, but her head was spinning with strange words and concepts. Nothing in Percy's ramblings was really factual, something you could put your teeth into and hold onto. She would have to think it over, more times. leisurely before it would be somewhat meaningful to her. Ghosts were just strange.