Adjectives that start with "O" are very common. You might even say that they are omnipresent. Below is a list of twenty-five of them along with their definitions followed by a story using at least thirty! The use of that many O adjectives in one short story may be a tad out of the ordinary, but it’s original!
Now, see if you can find all these adjectives that start with O in the story below!
The old woman walked home in an odd mood considering the meeting she’d just had. She’d always been optimistic, but this kind of optimism, in the face of such a situation bordered on outrageous or even obscene.
With so many payments outstanding since her husband’s death, the ostentatious home they’d built together was about to be taken away. The opulent life she lived was about to end.
“How could the bank manager be so obtuse?” she wondered. All these years, he’d seemed so obliging, so friendly, so helpful, and now suddenly, he’d become so cold and official, objectionable, obnoxious. She was a sweet, little, old lady, after all? How could someone be so harsh and unseeing?
“I warned you about him,” her son would say when she told him the news. He’d always found the manager an “offensive, odious, oily, obese oaf,” but only when he was trying to be nice. “Just because he owns half the town and has his lackeys in every corner, he thinks he’s omniscient and omnipotent. Well he’s got another thing coming.
”In the safety of her living room, the old woman sat down and sighed. Then, picking up the newspaper, she realized the source of her optimism: She had everything she needed to pay off the bank. She’d only need to get rid of some things she’d never liked to begin with.
When he started making his fortune, you see, her husband had become obsessed with the work of an obscure modern artist, buying up original prints left and right. He said he admired the mix of opaque acrylics and translucent water colors.
She’d always been opposed to such frivolity, but she would never have begrudged him the occasional indulgence. Besides, they weren’t that expensive.
Now, reading the headlines of the Arts and Entertainment section, she knew that the painter and his unorthodox techniques had not become obsolete like she thought they would. He had in fact become quite world-renowned, and his original works of art were worth tens of thousands of dollars apiece.
She’d always been respectful of, and obedient to, her husband, and for a moment, she felt a twinge of doubt, as though selling his beloved paintings would dishonor his accomplishments. Then, a completely opposite thought came to her. The idea of getting rid of the paintings she disliked had never occurred to her until this most opportune moment. It was as though her husband were still providing for her even after his death. She had only to be observant enough to see the provision all around her.
The old lady went to bed that night with the windows open, feeling the warmth of the night air and the security of the home she would love for years to come.