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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / saddle on: July 18, 2019, 02:17:21 AM
Jumping in the air this time was easier than all of the other times he did it. The way he thrust up in to the air made him seem like a feather falling backwards into the sky. The sound of his leg chain rang as he secured himself on the leather platform. The rider smothered his horse like a city boy smothers his beloved dog - best friends reunited once again. The man immediately yelled and the loyal steed smashed the rocks in the desert beneath them both. Smashed rocks are beaten paths. The horse drilled his four legged movement like a biological steam engine with endless energy.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bruise on: July 16, 2019, 02:36:35 AM
A black and blue pool tender to the touch, cracking unbearable stiffness. Every time she grabs a hold of her man he's steadfast. The loud bustle of the hallway is muted as the pain spikes through her ears like a giant invisible metal pole, her hearing only picking up an army of dull almost silent mutes. Walking down this hall is like a sober drunken night in. The chair roles up and shes forced to sit down. A rubber velcro band wraps her shoulder and the puffing sound like someone is trying to spray a bottle of cologne thirty times can be heard by her - albeit at a distance, even though she was so close. Being rolled away quickly in a chair was a sudden shift in momentu
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / knob on: July 09, 2019, 12:35:42 AM
The familiar static sound buzzed as the small round electrical unit was clicked on by the weathered gentleman sitting on his wooden bench - always searching for a signal, never bothered even if he had to listen to the white noise. The indent in the wooden chair was like a stone cave shaped by a miner chipping away in an enclosed refuge after years of sitting in the same exact position. He would always sit in silence, and the quietest sounds would always be the loudest. The mechanism on the old door was like an old heavy anchor slamming the wooden hull of a ship after the ship mates would pull it from the sea with all of their might. Opened again. Sitting with his old love again. The comfort of the woman who has been by his side since the dawning of his manhood crept back into his spirit again. He'd never find another like her. He'd never hear a love like her. Its the only kind of love that can survive the silence. The swell of pride and emotion from a lifetime of dedication, almost spilling out up from inside the gut, and out of his chest - all in silence. Silence biting
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / brick on: July 07, 2019, 09:14:38 PM
Dust explodes into the air as the hammer strikes with a thundering force. His chest was heavy from breathing in all of the thick air. Swinging his arms back over again, he strikes the light wall as it continues to shatter to a hundreds of pieces. Keeping an eye on the boss to make sure he didnt give up any effort for this job.

The sound was a familiar one, such as 10 ceramic vases breaking on the dusty ground. The foreman continued walking. The walk he'd done one thousand times before. A keen eye on all of the workers, confident that if one wasnt working at the standard of pace required - the foreman himself would be the one to see it and correct this unproductivity. He wouldnt allow the same mistakes that occurred in Shin-Jiang happen again; the time his voice could be heard in all of the direct sorrounding area, furiously screaming at one of the peons for playing a game that resembled cricket with the red rocks they were being paid to destroy.

The working toil continues. Pools of mud saturated by sweat from the local demolisher working above them. A grey cloud resembling a gathering thunderstorm near the ground hovered like a satellite from where all of the individuals were standing.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / mongrel on: July 27, 2017, 12:11:00 AM
Take a whiff of this spliff
He drools like the fourth of july on niagra
Even though it was a short life gathering the strength
to move is hard

One paw after another
The bitch wouldnt have moved if
she wanted to be a mother

An endless river of saliva as
it lay on the ground
it would have even been better in the pound

It made its way here so it could die
The heat so strong it let out a sigh
For a being so happy, so ready to be loyal
It was alone, an empty stomach going to be the last feeling

It was reeling. Crouch now itll be over soon
As it closed its eyes
A ball in the distance, a boon
a spoon of penut butter, lick it clean
like the old master willed
Hed eat anything that spilled

Meant to run forever, yet he lay here
Let the final tear roll down the slimy tongue
Dog heaven never looked so dark
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / cufflinks on: July 23, 2017, 10:52:44 PM
Looking at the small gem appeared to be an insignificant task. But peering at the black peak also called the links back was like peering into an endless dark, black void. It was like a giant gaping hole in the center of a barren desert once it entranced you, and inside - where another universe exists. I couldnt help but walk to the edge, and plunge into the darkness. The deeper I fell into the endless void, it seemed the closer I was falling to the center of myself. I could feel the warmth erupting from my heart as my body lost its physical form. I became the warmth of my soul. Compassion turned into fiery tenticles that could elongate as far as I wanted; unlimited. The taste of burned bodily composition was the last physical sensation to go. A loud thundering crash erupted when my soul energy erupted in every direction.

I was the sun, burning with thunderous energy - pulling everything together and keeping the order of my system. But no one dared challenge my belevolent rule
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / missile on: July 21, 2017, 04:50:04 AM
The smell of rocket fuel burning
Whos the fool returning?
A slow walk back to the nuclear disaster
A magnetic love thats set to blow
Even if its a failure and you know

The taste of gasoline followed by feeling high
So numb, not caring if she'll make you feel dumb
She'll be done with you quick

That slow walk back in the empty street
Always dragging his feet
The sound of cars driving by never stopping
Until they need to get wherever they need to do
And it will never be you

Shuffle, drag my eye, stuck in the slow lane
I feel like Im going to die
Lets blow this place up
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / saber on: July 19, 2017, 07:21:53 AM
The men lined up in a large line to what seemed like an endless assortment of men, different shapes and sizes that ran so far, that it seemed the crowd disappeared only once it reached the horizon. As the light beamed down from the blue sky the close proximity of so many men preparing for a battle seemed to make the extreme heat even more unbearable. I extended the sword to refract the light in a so it would shine off and on in a familiar pattern for the rest of the men down the army line. Emelio grunted in the background when I accidently shined the bright beam directly into his eye - but I knew it was the nerves before a battle that were really rattling him.

After using the morse code made of light to notify the rest of the neighboring battalions of our strategy, sharpening the sword seemed like the only good respite for the nauseous feeling entangling my stomach.  As I took the rock to the delicately forged curve the memories of all the previous battles came flooding back and played out like movies in my head. They call me untouchable for a reason. I play out every potential angle I can be attacked from after gauging the enemies weapon. Slip to the right when approached with a downward thrust from an enemies sword - an effortless backflip when he attempts to swipe me from either of my sides with his weapon - a duck and counter thrust when the opponent tries to hammer down with a massive weapon.... All the possibilities mapped in my head, but still an aching nausea before every single battle
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spider on: July 17, 2017, 07:27:21 AM
Its long spindly legs caressed nothing as they walked down the tube uniformly. The skinny pipe was so thin you could almost here one of the each of eight of the spiders legs as it walked slowly down, like a small pillow with leaves crunching in every step. As the pipe turned down in a ninety degree angle, the creature secured its biologically sticky substance before it started descending. The pipe was filled with a sound like a shoelace dragging more and more along the corner of drywall - and its funny that silk made the sort of noise in this almost microscopic world.

As it came through to the open space, there it was. The mothernest. A giant black ball that seemed to be moving in all of the different directions at once, albeit, still retaining its perfect black spherical shape. The hordes of spiders walked in, around, on eachother, their venom filled pincers almost like the drum roll of an infantry man marching to war - ten thousand times over. It kept on decending until its spindly legs landed on the hordelike clump. Its larger size gave it the ability to force its way through the top layer of grunt-like spiders moving all over eachother. It needed to reach the center, where the queens energy was emnating from. The energy that kept this colony together. The energy that gave this spider a sense of home, and duty.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Superman on: July 14, 2017, 07:47:47 AM
The cloth rippling in the air behind him is like the ear piercing wind of driving an openwindowed car at maximum speed. The only being who can move the earth like its on a swivel. Moving through the air so fast that the waters beneath him ripple and create a seemingly endlessly recurring arrowhead towards the horizon, he gains exponential speed the farther he travels. As he lands the grounds beneath him crush and much of the earth is flown in the air reacting to the pressure of the alien who could withstand a nuclear warhead. An alien who could even act like a nuclear warhead if he wanted. When he was traveling that fast, there was no sound.
11  Metaphors & Similes / Metaphors & Similes / Lump on: June 24, 2017, 07:40:22 AM
Lump; ground, unity, cold, clay, sickness, pile

The sandy beach is a hot warzone for the feet on the ground,
Water is an individual who can never be seperated
Underground on this mound we float, it is both hot and cold
Coldness is the temperate moderation you want to fold your clay,
Clay is can be shaped into any form of the human condition, a sickness we can not escape
And the sickness is the recurring pile of papers on your desk waiting for you on monday
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wristwatch on: June 23, 2017, 07:29:09 AM
Three ticks later, the hand moves in a sway
Beads of sweat not even felt, they stay where theyve been all day
She hides quietly smiling as she moves through the hall
With her all she pulls the next piece

Back to the glass palace, we must build here so we can replace -
Tuscan was the way her stomach burned,
Dry were the fruits of her tree as the time of the body churned
Why was the shoddy temple constructed in a way that cant be unlearned?
It leaves a lot to desire for an individuals, but no one will ever live long enough to realize themselves being a liar
One lifetime is long enough for the soul to bear



Time is a popped champagne bottle
Infinity is the foam, forever flowing into the bottomless black hole

Stretched out over a million years,
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: mammoth on: June 20, 2017, 05:26:42 AM
I really like the way this was written. Apparently this is also your 420th post as well! Cheers!
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / mammoth on: June 20, 2017, 05:24:06 AM
A loud crushing sound came from the northern horizon as giant, woolly shadow figures came closer and closer. It was as if each step thundered like a one-tonne stone slab crunching the ground after being released from the kingdoms incredibly strong pully systems used to build our steadfast castles. As the large, shadowy figures came too light, more details emerged. A cloud of dust exploded with each thunderous step the immense animal had taken.
From the top of the animal, the prince ran his fingers through the silky hide the enormous animal bore. He ran his fingers back and forth as he did the entire trip to sooth the anxious nature that arriving to a destination bestowed upon an individual after they are traveling for months. He felt the excitement swell from the depths of his stomach. Finally he can put an end to the anxiety of having the burden of the coming negotiations with the Iron Kingdom. His senses in tune with the woolly steed, he found solace in the fact his friend could finally rest as well. The thought of hot soup coursing down his throat had the prince grasp his stomach
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Change : Object writing June 15 on: June 15, 2017, 06:18:09 AM
cool. like a vision of an uncertain future.
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