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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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31  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Saddle on: July 17, 2019, 06:24:22 PM
Oops I got the height wrong...apparently 7 hands would be like 28 inches haha. Shows how much I know about horses.
32  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Saddle on: July 17, 2019, 06:18:24 PM
Tough leather boots kicking up dust, off-color jokes and tobacco-stained teeth the rancher laughs, sandpaper voice heading for lung cancer. I sit on the gate, cold rounded metallic imprint uncomfortable I grab it to balance. My sister stares in awe of the Mare, 7 hands & some change, main long and deep brown, flies following like paparazzi the man puts the saddle on her, whispering in soothing breathes into pulled back ears. Stirrups hang down, he fastens the strap around like a life vest, the horses underbelly bulge sucking in air, legs twitching with muscles my sister begins to climb on, The horse's patient eyes looking straight ahead her hands pull the reigns. I rode a horse once, and it was enough - reaching a gallop my heart almost hyperventilated, the horse sensing my fear I began to slide right. Taste of flies and smell of shit--
33  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cotton Candy on: July 16, 2019, 05:27:23 PM
Freckle of folks in an enclosed space. Money, bills light and leathery I trade them for a chance to scare myself, eyes watering and stomach lurching I hold on tight, blood rushing. Bight lights, jingles play in cheery tones for rides like the zipper and Pharaoh's Curse as we sit eating cotton candy, fluffy sugar melting on my lips, blue and messy soon my hands and face are covered with color. The consistency of it makes me shiver with joy, like eating a candied cloud. Smell of some hip body spray and nachos my stomach starts to grrr, winding through the lines of sweaty parents and teenage drama I finally make my order, trading my hard earned cash for bad health and shock value. 


34  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bruise on: July 15, 2019, 06:29:01 PM
I remember stopping at the strawberry stand, summer heat turning leaves droopy, skin damp. Green basket thin plastic, fruit poking out like horses over a fence. Fruit soft, dotted with seeds I bite into one, juice sweet and tangy, blood color on my finger tips, bruises cover some of the bottom ones. Scrape of the tires turning up gravel we drift back into traffic, my sister punching my shoulder claiming she saw a Volkswagen Bug the purple and green will show on my skin in a day or two, for now it's just red like my face as I spit names at her. Loud engine, mom grips the steering wheel, hands white with stress, cows blur by--   
35  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: brace on: July 15, 2019, 06:16:31 PM
Thanks plamb! It was a fun one.
36  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / brace on: July 12, 2019, 05:47:02 PM
Sitting on the saggy living room couch, cool air blanketing in. Foot fat with plaster, signatures in sharpie tattooed on the green cast. warm controller in my hand, breath thick with peanut butter jelly from lunch I brace myself for the part in the game where I keep dying, wires tangled under the t.v., antenna gangly it picks up frequencies for 6 channels, tin foil eye balls look down at me. Outside, loud buzz of the weedwacker, spatter of grass and weeds against the vinyl siding, Patches panting for attention on his chain, cutting cries for freedom. scrape of feet on the sidewalk, hop scotch squares drawn with giant chalk--   
37  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: String on: July 11, 2019, 06:58:20 PM
So, I had to Google "raveled" and have discovered it's meaning is very similar to unraveled which has caused miniature rage in me because that doesn't make sense to my mind. More research required... My intention was to find something other than 'tightly wound'.

lol "miniature rage" would make a great band name. Also I didn't know that either about ravel. "pulled" or "looped" might've worked also

Anyway nice work
38  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / string on: July 11, 2019, 06:52:42 PM
Swinging in the shade under sappy trees, light paints patterns on your neck. Some of the strings are frayed, and I think at any moment we could be losing to gravity's pull, laughing with a bruised bum, purple circle coloring the skin. String, like the yoyo I used to spend hours on, tight loop cutting circulation, tip of my finger sausage red, the familiar zip as the bright plastic careens down the slope, backspin heavy on my hand. I did it to impress the girls, nervous sweat and faux confidence, the world on a string, literally a little earth my eyes wide for approval, sanding concentration. It didn't work. School lunches of flaky corn bread and milk I open the wrong side it falls through my-- 
39  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / cyclone on: July 09, 2019, 05:17:31 PM
Staring at the mess in front of me. Years of neglect, smells you become immune to, dirty t shirts, soda cans still with stale root beer this was a slow cyclone. My walls, littered with posters from high school, paper curling down where the tape has ripped off. I can't imagine the real devastation of a town getting torn up, roofs uncovered, furniture and broken t.v.s littering sidewalks, signs twisted into odd shapes. Dogs wandering around looking for owners, displaced people stomach's rumbling in line for cold soup. I step over some old forgotten cardboard boxes. This is bad enough.
40  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / knob on: July 08, 2019, 08:06:37 PM
I breathe deep after the long work day. Engine idling, stereo soothing like white noise, steering wheel vibrate gently. Crunch of feet on gravel, leg muscles spasm up the 19 stairs. Closing my door, turning the dull brass knob until it clicks, satisfying like a puzzle being solved. my chest poofs out air as it hits the mattress, face swallowed up by pillows taste of cotton and warm breathes escaping through my nostrils. Door knobs seem to be going out of style, businesses preferring open plan office space, seeing your coworker nurse her hangover, see the jagged facial expressions of your bosses through their tinted windows, smell of cleaner and Old Spice, lunch and bad breathe noisy whir of machines running and phone's ringing I prefer solitude, silence, alone.
41  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / flag on: July 04, 2019, 07:45:30 PM
Running fast, lungs punctured with air, breath exploding in puffs I dive behind a tree, bark peeling off like shedding skin. The air is weighted, a blanket of carbon dioxide I steal a look. The red t-shirt "flag" is draped across a patch of grass, guard sitting crosslegged, humming taunts and cracking his knuckles. I suck wind, calm myself, wipe the damp salt off my temple it's now or never. Start running again, avoiding roots and slippery mud puddles. I'm spotted, flash of electric energy trying to get by the guard I see my teammate creep behind us. Now I stop, daring the guard to come tag me, face red and blotchy, feet tender smell of mud and grass and BO, he rushes me I slide away but feel my sleeve being tugged back. A yell in my right ear, but my periphery sees-- 
42  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / lighting on: July 03, 2019, 06:47:05 PM
Laying on a cold cushion, giant lights pour over me, my eyes blinking lines away the squeak of shoes on linoleum warm voice asks me questions about my history. Broken bones, trauma, chronic illness I pinpoint memories like countries on a map. I fell out of a tree, warm ground stuck to the side of my face rush of blood to my head as I tried to stand. Broken family, yelling through cracked doorways, smell of scotch and whir of a computer screen. Flying through the air until metal crunches I black out, time and space a blur, glass stuck between my teeth the sun feels like a spotlight, cooking me alive. Breathing in wheezy spurts, scars through college double shots and late-night greesy burgers, snickers ice cream my numbing senses, sleep not--

[Man I went dark on this one  Shocked
43  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Sock on: July 02, 2019, 11:39:13 PM
This was "sockingly" good!  Cheesy
44  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / sock on: July 02, 2019, 11:35:01 PM
Sitting in the back of a rusty green pick up bed. Wind tumbles through my hair, swirling like a drunkard. The wheel well is rigid and uneven, imprint on my thigh red like a cattle burn. Stomping through acres of brush, marsh and mud my socks feel wet, rubbing at my heel, a chill rides up my feet to the top floor of my head. I shudder. Chainsaw, loud and reckless white bullets of branch fly at my face, stick to my sweat-soaked neck hairs. Taste of sap and gatorade, yellow I shoot it into my mouth, sloshing it down my chin it tickles. These socks will never be the same, stretched like elastic strongmen, caked with a rim of reddish brown I'll pick up some new cotton ones, soft, short and cheap, gleaming in plastic on the pristine shelf under bright white lights and smiley face signs.     
45  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / solo cup on: July 01, 2019, 05:58:56 PM
Dusty basement couch, blue upholstery fraying at the seams. I breathe heavy, watching the room drift from side to side. Ping pong game, the ball moves so fast it looks like a comet, hard smack of paddle on the little plastic ball, grunting, grip of hand on the rounded wooden handle I sip from my solo cup, lips on the hard, tasteless plastic. Red, with dark liquid inside, mostly foam left now my stomach churns in protest of the stuff. The noise of the room is deafening, like being front row at a rock show, voices getting louder and more hoarse by the minute, smell of cheap wine, old spice deodorant, ripe sweat. Suddenly claustrophobic, I rush over to the window, feel the 2 am air lazily pat my face. Louvered glass, moon bright, blinding almost. Tomorrow I'll be detoxing--

   
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