Stalking, defined

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stalk2 /stôk/ verb gerund or present participle: stalking 1. pursue or approach stealthily. "a cat stalking a bird" Similar: creep up on trail follow shadow track down go after be after dog hound course hunt pursue chase give chase to run after tail literary move silently or threateningly through (a place). "the tiger stalks the jungle" 2. harass or persecute (someone) with unwanted and obsessive attention. "for five years she was stalked by a man who would taunt and threaten her" 3. stride somewhere in a proud, stiff, or angry manner. "without another word she turned and stalked out"

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  1. Anne McLeanOctober 22, 2025 at 2:21 PM

    /ˈslandər/
    nounLaw
    noun: slander
    the action or crime of making a false spoken statement damaging to a person's reputation.
    "he is suing the TV network for slander"
    Similar:
    defamation
    defamation of character
    character assassination
    misrepresentation of character
    calumny
    libel
    scandalmongering
    malicious gossip
    muckraking
    smear campaigning
    disparagement
    denigration
    derogation
    aspersions
    vilification
    traducement
    obloquy
    backbiting
    scurrility
    lie
    slur
    smear
    untruth
    false accusation
    false report
    insult
    slight
    mudslinging
    bad-mouthing
    contumely
    Opposite:
    acclamation
    praise
    a false and malicious spoken statement.
    plural noun: slanders
    "I've had just about all I can stomach of your slanders"
    verb
    verb: slander; 3rd person present: slanders; past tense: slandered; past participle: slandered; gerund or present participle: slandering
    make false and damaging statements about (someone).
    "they were accused of slandering the head of state"
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