Phrase recreation: Slate Pears 366 for August 15, 2026.

New Pears on daily basis at midday! This is Pears Game 366.

Happy one-year anniversary, Pears! If I could: When Slate supplied me the possibility to make this recreation, I might by no means have declined, and although it’s been a check of endurance to make my Pears deadline on daily basis, I do know I’ve succeeded every time I see that readers have beelined to the sport for yet one more day. Making the sport has elevated my vocabulary—certainly I’ve needed to turn into a sort of abecedarian. I’ve heard anecdote after anecdote from gamers about how they get pleasure from Pears, and that sort of story is the one sort of accolade I want. Honestly Slate’s willingness to pay me to make this recreation goes past beneficence and suggests a sort of decadence for which I’ll be grateful till I attain my deathbed.

However, I didn’t love the time I used to be mainly cancelled for together with a one-word Pear, which was the phrase wren. Get a grip! The demise threats weren’t mandatory!

The longest phrases in Game 365 have been CEVICHES and CHIVVIES.

The full Pears archive is now open! Slate Plus members can play a yr’s price of Pears anytime. It’s an all-you-can-eat Pears buffet!

Got a phrase to recommend? Let us know at pears@slate.com. Recent additions: HANDIES.