The word of the week is:




  1. poisonous: the dumping of toxic waste, alcohol is toxic to the ovaries,
  2. relating to or caused by poison: toxic hazards, toxic liver injury,
  3. very bad, unpleasant, or harmful: a toxic relationship
  4. Finance denoting or relating to debt which has a high risk of default: toxic debts

Here is an excerpt from Dear Austin by Nina Bawden

So that was why, in my toxic confusion, I fought to climb out of my bed in that hospital. You had toxic confusion once, that Christmas you had pneumonia. Wandering, not making sense, and then, when you finally arrived in the hospital, you said that the wall opposite your bed was moving, a moving picture of a rural scene ladies and gentlemen in eighteenth century costume preparing a picnic. A Watteau, you said, and the pretty nurse consoled you. ‘I expect we look strange too,’ one of them said. She was wearing a mask, because they feared you had Legionnaire’s Disease, and reindeer antlers on her head because it was Christmas Day.

Dead Sea Zone by Mark Rain

Dead Sea Zone by Mark Rain


Write for five minutes, using the word “toxic” as fre­quently as you can. When you’re fin­ished, post your prac­tice in the com­ments section.

Detox and be verbose in this newest of years

Also, extra credit if you use the word of the week in your daily practice!

My Practice
The wind talked as it whooshed through the tent, its cold bitterness reverberated against the tarpaulin, its tentacles reached inside and chilled her bones and her heart. There was no hope.

Each day she woke with hope that she would find an enclave of survivors, she walked from hamlet to hamlet in hope but as the day fell doubt would set in and in the cold dark night, cold dark thoughts stirred inside her mind as she buried the dead.

The toxic bombs had rained down on the country spilling their fetid waste on an already weakened people. She had been away in the forest, collecting samples and had got only the smallest of doses. Her body was stronger than most because she didn’t eat the ritlin laced rations, preferring to forage.

She was a healer by trade and the devastation of the people brought toxic thoughts to mind. “Stupid being a healer with no one to heal,” Call yourself a healer all your patients died.” She lived a ying-yang existence, white hope in the bright blue skies and dark hopelessness in the quiet of the dark with only the wind to talk to, only the wind to listen to her toxic cries.

Joe Bunting
Joe Bunting
Joe Bunting is a writer and entrepreneur. He is the author of the #1 Amazon Bestseller Let's Write a Short Story! and the co-founder of Story Cartel. You can follow him on Twitter (@joebunting).