Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:include the word "imago" in the title. (DID THAT)
include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity," (DID THAT)If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post. (DID THAT)
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY! (AND DID THAT)
Upon doing some research the random words above are actually words. Yes, Rachael did do that! This was quite the challange. Here are the terms according to Wikepedia and about.com to help you understand my flash fistion story below.
* In biology, the imago is the last stage of development of an insect, after the last ecdysis of an incomplete metamorphosis, or after emergence from the pupa where the metamorphosis is complete. As this is the only stage during which the insect is sexually mature and, if it is a winged species, has functional wings, the imago is often referred to as the adult stage.
*The miasma theory (also called the miasmatic theory) held that diseases such as cholera, chlamydia or the Black Death were caused by a miasma (ancient Greek: "pollution"), a noxious form of "bad air".*a lacuna is a gap (in text)
*oscitate To gape; to yawn.
*Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events, that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner.
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My Mother’s an Imago
My bed shook and I woke to oscitate at an angry mother shaking my mattress. Joy. She was in a lovely mood. At least I still had ten minutes before the bus came. With luck it would be late again due to Delany losing another contact.
My mom complained, “Get your lazy butt out of bed!”
I smiled thinking of ways to sick some miasma at her. Then she would go back to bed and forget all about me going to school today. What a synchronicity that would be.
I dressed with clothes that were on the edge of my bed. I checked the mirror to see if my frizzed hair was tamed. That was a BIG no, and then I shoved an orange in my backpack.
“Don’t forget your report. Although the lacuna’s are sure to get you an F.”
I took the papers and headed for the door, “Love you mom.”
“So, how’d we do?”
My mom clapped, “and what am I today?”
“Imago, because I know how much you like ladybugs.” I smiled.
“Love you honey. I’m glad we had this study session.”
I left knowing I would ace my tests.”