A/N: Once again, just trying something different...thought I'd try the 10-word meme. I don't know if there's a list somewhere you're supposed to use, but I just chose ten words. My goal was to pick words that most people wouldn't think of using, so you'll have to tell me how I did (definitions are in brackets).

Oh, and in case you didn't notice, all the words start with A. If enough people like this, I might decide to do some of the other letters. Let me know :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

#1-aesthetic (having a sense of attractiveness)

It took a particular type of person, Sam decided, to appreciate the beauty of the Ghost Zone. Many people, including her own parents, would find nothing of beauty in this place. Everything was oddly coloured and warped in shape. There was no logic, no up or down, and that fact supremely messed with the linearly acquainted minds of humans.

Most didn't seem to see the freedom of this place, the idea that, in here, one could be whoever or whatever one wanted. They didn't see the subtle shifts and shapes in the swirling ectoplasm, but Sam did. Sam thought the chaos was beautiful.

#2-affectionate

The predator waited impatiently for his prey to pass him by. He had been crouched here for what seemed like forever, but he was determined. He knew his prey would come soon; the routine was the same every day. He tensed suddenly, hearing voices approach. Not yet, his internal hunter said. Wait...Wait...Now!!

Tensing his muscles, the predator leaped out of the bush he had been hiding in. His prey cried out, raising hands in defence before being bowled over. The victorious hunter cried out in triumph...

Sam and Tucker dissolved into helpless laughter as Cujo jumped on their friend, covering him from head to toe in sloppy dog kisses.

#3-aggregate (to collect, a gathering into a single mass)

Ghosts were generally an independent bunch. Maybe it was because the human world was so full of rules that ghosts just had no interest in following more once they were dead. Or, more likely, the rule of Pariah Dark had just put them off the whole idea of centralized authority.

That was why everyone in the Zone was so shocked at the audacity of the Ghost Kid, coming here to ask for their help. It was less that he was an enemy to most of them, more that he dared to think that they would all follow his lead; that they would all work in concert for any reason. Ghosts typically didn't listen to anyone other than themselves, which is why everyone was so shocked to find themselves listening to the kid.

#4-alchohol

"I'll have your strongest ale." Skulker said loudly, making sure that all in the bar could hear.

The ghost-bartender rolled his eyes at the macho display, but didn't say anything. Skulker was one of the establishment's best customers after all. For his part, Skulker grinned. He had a reputation to maintain after all, and the mug of strong ale was perfect for his 'intimidating hunter' image.

He nursed that mug for most of the night, until all the other patrons were long gone. Then, taking a careful look around, Skulker threw the mostly untouched mug of bitter liquid down the drain.

"Finally," He muttered, before looking up at the bartender. "The usual, please."

Skulker eagerly sipped the strawberry daiquiri the ghost handed to him.

"Ahh," He sighed, "Much better."

#5-amoeba (a very small and spineless animal)

Danny had seen some pretty odd things since his accident with the portal. He had fought a giant meat monster, a giant technology monster (what was it with ghosts and giant monsters anyway?), and old, Jewish, ghost vultures, to name only a few. This, however, was an entirely novel experience.

Danny sighed, looking at the amoeba they had just been studying in biology. The amoeba that had suddenly formed a mouth and fangs, grown to the size of a large Doberman, and was currently chasing his classmates around the room.

"You've got to be kidding me." He muttered before ducking under his desk to transform.

#6-anathema (cursed, greatly disliked)

He never asked to be the hero. He didn't want people to idolize him or swoon over him or burst into cheers as he passed by, but a little respect and appreciation would've been nice. Most days it was enough that his friends and sister had faith in him. Most days, all he needed was the belief that he was the good guy, that he was doing the right thing.

The blast narrowly missed him. He had just saved a little kid from falling to her death, but do you think Valerie could see that?! Of course not, all she saw was a ghost, an enemy.

He got away from the Huntress by the skin of his teeth, returning home bruised and exhausted, only to be met with a scathing lecture on missing his curfew (again) and a dinner conversation revolving around the best potential way to catch and dissect a ghost.

Danny smiled and gritted his teeth for as long as he could, before asking to be excused and practically fleeing to the roof. Jazz joined him after a few minutes and held him as he cried. Most days, belief and faith were more than enough. But most days aren't all days, and sometimes Danny wondered if this was worth it.

#7-apoplexy (a stroke)

Eric Lancer's love of books was well known (and well mocked, truth be told) by the student's of Casper High. One had only to listen to the overweight teacher's unique manner of swearing to figure out how very highly books rated on his priority list.

So when Mr. Lancer walked into the library after a ghost attack to find shelves overturned and many books either scorched or entirely destroyed, Sam and Tucker both fully expected him to keel over.

#8-ardent (eager)

She had personally been on the fence about the whole ghost issue, at least until that stupid ghost kid and his dog had ruined her life. Then she hated them. Oh, how she hated them!

No, Valerie decided, she more than hated them. They had yet to invent a word for how much she loathed ghosts! If she had her way, they would all be melted into nothing more than a pile of ectoplasmic goo!

And now she could see that dream into reality, she thought as she looked into the newest box delivered from Wisconsin. Bless Vlad, whoever he was. Thanks to him, she could make all ghosts pay!

#9-ascetic (self-denying)

The day of the career fair was bitter sweet for Danny Fenton. On one hand, he got to spend the entire day listening about the astronaut program, his dream since he'd been old enough to have a dream. But on the other hand, he was constantly reminded of the high acceptance standards. Maybe if he quit ghost hunting, spent every spare hour tutoring with his sister...

His ghost sense went off, forcing him to sneak out of the gym and do battle with a particularly nasty spectre with blades for arms. Valerie had already been knocked out, the ghost ready to land the final blow when Danny arrived.

That night, Danny packed up all his NASA posters and shuttle models. It almost killed him to put that box away, to finally admit that those dreams would never come true, but there were still too many powerful ghosts showing up for him to quit, ghosts that only he seemed to be able to handle. In the grand scheme of things, his dreams were just not important.

#10-attainment

There would always be critics and xenophobes, people who hated him simply because of who and what he was, but those people grew less in number and easier to ignore as years went by. By the same token, his supporters and advocates grew. No longer did he have to dodge blasts by his own parents or hear insults as he flew by. By sheer determination, he had earned the people's respect and appreciation. They trusted him now, and knew he would keep them safe no matter what it cost him personally.

No, he had never asked to be a hero, but he was anyway, and now everyone knew it.

A/N: So...like it? Hate it? This is my first foray into something like this, so I'd really like to know how it went. Let me know if you want me to do some other letters. R&R Please!!