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kia
February 17th, 2014, 05:49 PM
Here are the difficult words practice sentences that were recently submitted during our Presidents’ Day challenge. They are here for everyone to use and enjoy, and I hope you will visit often, discuss your challenges, and contribute even more fun and challenging practice sentences for everyone to use.


Disturbed by his colleagues' lack of enthusiasm, again and again the Egyptian astrophysicist visiting the observatory in Mississippi analyzed the multi-part transcription of telecommunications from the Galileo probe for the minimum of errors and maximum of syzygy, murmuring nervously over the unerring interference from the unnerving rumble of the mummers' minivan in the nunnery next door as a neighboring Afghani analyst coughed lightly while weighing his thoughts over straightening a spaghetti-code-laden program designed for intergalactic exploration blighted by oversight before getting his prized midnight snack of yoghurt and doughnuts from the equipment room icebox.

-original 2008 practice sentence


Intolerance and bigotry
Make more of what so less should be
For hatred stark and racist thought
Must in the end, all lead to nought

When arrogant pursuit of fear
Deprives us all of what is dear
The time must come when we say “no”
To face our nemesis and show

The strength of love,
The joy of peace
The end of narrow mindedness.

-youstruckgold


Dominique, the contumacious delinquent, efficiently bagged the pungent garbage generated by the dizzyingly debauched bacchanalia, quietly humming a jaunty minuet as she pondered a number of the distinguished (yet fundamentally uninhibited) guests—Zachary, the braggart bookkeeper (and Bilbo Baggins look-alike), who’d brought his quixotic friend in hideous fuchsia gabardine, a fellow disproportionately obsessed with the etymology of “zeitgeist;” dowdy Deirdre in telecommunications, who proved unable to maintain her objectivity concerning mayonnaise; and the garrulous Xavier, whose frenzied gyrations were the shindig’s unquestioned highlight—and eagerly anticipated the subsequent gathering in Quebec a quinquennium hence.

-swanjun


Doctor Xavier Dungbeetle was a benign yet eccentric Czechoslovakian hippopotamus veterinarian, who was quite knowledgeable due to his extensive encyclopedia collection, but he also had a particularly strong love of gambling, and while doing so, he would consume dizzying amounts of Bordeaux (always thinking that a cappuccino afterwards would offset the wine's somnolent effects), and once, he became so profoundly inebriated and uninhibited that he indiscriminately accosted all passersby with pronunciation so accented as to be mistaken for gibberish, and expostulated with them until his voice became hoarse, and then, obviously having lost his way, he wove a schizophrenic path down the street, as if it were some strange labyrinthine passage, until he fell upon his derriere and an officer, who coincidentally was of his acquaintance, spotted him, maneuvered him into his police car, and promptly ferried him home to his worried wife, Emmanuelle.

-odd_soul


Bilbo Baggins found himself flummoxed by philology in Czechoslovakia where an eccentric singing dachshund accosted him with a medieval mnemonic that left him rhythmically lilting through the lazy dog's labyrinthine language until he bluffed his way onto an orgulous beekeeper's yacht; after much subterfuge and stealthy shamming, Baggins reached the Caribbean shores of Venezuela - where the schizophrenic telecommunications were a real bugbear, but luckily Baggins met a dizzyingly beauteous hippopotamus dressed in fuchsia gabardine who acquiesced to that quixotic ancient hobbit charm; she thoughtfully built for them a beggarly bungalow - it was a bit provincial, but it was perfect for an old curmudgeon like Baggins, and they lived there together in their own eccentric Elysium.

-reprieve


The otherwise eccentric curmudgeonly dachshund Xavier Carlyle, dressed in gabardine, was enjoying the view from his bungalow while eating his breakfast of leftover pizza and a cappuccino (with a hint of sassafras).

All of a sudden he remembered needing to find his passport for the upcoming annual journey to visit his friend Marrissa Emmanuelle. The itinerary shows layovers in Egypt, Quebec and Mississippi before finally arriving in the Caribbean. Previous routes included Venezuela, Pennsylvania and Tennessee.

The Bordeaux coloured passport should be under the bookkeeper's armoire he thought to himself. As he started to nose through, he discovered that this was going to be a difficult undertaking. First he found an empty mayonnaise packet, a fuchsia hammer, a toy hippopotamus, the census from last year, the missing bugle (from when the bookkeeper was a Lieutenant), miscellaneous daggers and various other things. Finally, hidden underneath the stuffed Easter bunny all the way in the back was that essential government document.

Between the hunt for the passport and ridiculous travel route, Xavier decided that next year's trip will be more leisurely and he'll travel via a luxury yacht listening to jazz the entire way. All that searching was very tiring he thought and started to daydream about lunch. It must be something nutritious... hummus, the rest of the hors d'oeuvres and a salad with vinaigrette.

-caribbean_skye


Alatriste's accent was patrician, his bearing straight though not stiff (an elegant contrapposto as he leant slightly towards whomever he was addressing); there was a lazy pride in his attitude, and he seemed not so much eccentric as simply abstracted from the quotidian bustle that he hardly deigned to notice; but it was all subterfuge - his provincialism showed in the grubbiness of his cuffs, the unevenness of his shaving, and the way he pick-pocketed buzz-words as if he'd swallowed the Encyclopaedia; far from an aficionado and a connoisseur, in the end he'd proved merely a braggart and a thief with one eye on the ladies and the other on the main chance.

-amk


Braggart Lazarus resurrects Les Automatistes to rearrange Quebec's labyrinthine curiosities chateau and gives them dizzyingly uninhibited critiques of their collected works, while they nibble hummus, rutabaga, and mayonnaise gumbo, washed down with draughts of Bordeaux, and huff about a collaboration to egress as guerrillas to Bologna and there sing solemn jazz hymns to the Caribbean commonwealth over pineapple pizza and sassafras tea, but all are accosted by Dominique, the beekeeper, with a mnemonic philology questionnaire and Lazarus must cease his soliloquy to acquiesce at which Les Automatistes defiantly cease to exist.

-imaginerhetoric


The distinguished Galileo Galilei was sipping his cappuccino when he suddenly flinched off his commode when he saw the full moon and recalled that it was the night of Syzygy (the rearranging of all planets in a lineal form), which will generate a powerful energy beam somewhere between today's Tennessee and Mississippi.

With no telecommunications those days he had to get out of his cottage but this was difficult due to his government problems and also being guarded by Castellammare di Reggia's finest guardsmen, Yeffo and Ziggio. Under this condition he had discreetly to wiggle out of the cottage and reach to the famous bookkeeper and stealth master, Emmanuelle.

Once arrived there, he explained in a pizzazzed manner how necessary is a reconnaissance mission to that location. Realizing the significance of this quest she acquiesced that this phenomenon is at maximum risk of passing unseen, and, with the minimum requirements they quickly headed to J. Herbin's Docks.

-Script1one

Script1one
February 21st, 2014, 05:53 PM
Before everything i'd like to apologize for my grammar mistakes and for the Chuck Norris-style story :laser: but this is what i could came up with..hope y'all enjoy at least some of the challenging words and have fun :D !!


Satiated by exaggerated extravagganza and useless things that corrupt people's minds, a quantic physicist was focused on attaining the Elixir of Sagacity for many years but every time he was unsuccessful until one night one of his forefathers appeared in his dream wearing a grizzly cloak and told him that it takes a quenquennium for the exotoxic root to stabilize, the aggregate must be commingled with a very rare bone at 900 fharenheit degrees until the bone dissolvesand and it's imperative to go to Brazil and find an old man wich he described him as being ''flibbertigibbety granddaddy with a uncanny yet bit eccentric tattoo on his forehead''.
The next day Xavier set off to Rio de Janeiro and spent almost five years searching fot thi man who seemed untraceable.One day,worrying that will he ever find this man while following a mountain pass in order to find some immunizing resin he saw the old man gathering some Hypoxylon mushrooms.Xavier tryed to approach him but all he did was swearing and mumbling something about his mushrooms.It was until Xavier showed him the zyzzyva gewgaw and suddently the old man metamorphed into a powwow with a zygodactil-bone staff.The druid knew why Xavier was there and gave him his acknowlegdement to use his powerful staff in order to make his Elixir and change the world in a better place where people don't think only about themselves

kia
February 24th, 2014, 11:18 AM
Can't believe I almost missed this.

Great practice, Script1one! After I get home from the hospital tomorrow and I've started feeling better, I'll sit down with this one, too.

imaginerhetoric
February 24th, 2014, 12:43 PM
This is such a fun story, Script1One! :clap2:

vikramguliya
June 30th, 2014, 12:28 AM
Thanks for your info. I was really helpful