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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brace on: July 12, 2019, 12:02:13 PM
The metal brace was on his leg. It strengthened it. The freak accident had left his right leg upper thigh muscle paralyzed and now he had to wear the brace. He also used a walking stick. One day in the hallway I bumped into him. I mean I literally bumped into him. I smacked against the brace with my knee. The brace was hard and solid. “Oww!” I wailed when I smacked against it. It felt solid and heavy. Bill just laughed at me. Then in a mocking fashion he pretended to smack me with the walking stick. I told him he should have some kind of warning system. Maybe a beeping sound like that one that trucks made when they were backing up. At the same time I wondered what it would be like to have to wear a brace all the time. It would probably set off metal detectors, like at the airport. Also you probably have to take it off when you take a shower. Then there’s the whole issue of chafing. Yeah that part of your body that…
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / String on: July 11, 2019, 12:40:28 PM
The string tasted curiously sweet. Like dried sugar was on it. 8 year old Janie had tied it around 7 year old Joey’s loose tooth. The other end was tied to a door knob. Joey could feel the slight tension on his tooth as she carefully moved the door slightly open. No one else was home and the room was still dark at 7 am. Then she slammed the door. Joey felt a quick sharp spike of pain at his gum line. The tooth sailed out of his mouth and hit the door. Joey smiled a now toothy grin. He could also taste a slight amount of blood in his mouth. “You did it!” he said, cheerfully. “And we didn’t have to go to the dentist!”, he continued. Janie smiled proudly her blonde curly locks swaying softly. “Woof, woof!” agreed the dog, Spot.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bus on: July 10, 2019, 03:21:38 PM
Bus, bus the magic bus, the magical mystery tour bus that's coming down the pike. I will not cuss at the bus. Just want to understand how to create a buzz. Maybe I can wait at the bus stop with an umbrella for the rain. Maybe I can go down to the greyhound station. Packing my bags gonna take a trip on the bus. Gonna go through the country, gonna stop everywhere. Every little town is gonna see my face. Then we'll go down into the desert. Then we'll go over some really high mountains. Then we'll go through a boulder field. Gonna see mother nature from the back of the bus. Me and my guitar gonna write some hits on the back of the bus. Then when I get off at Hollywood and Vine. When I spot the pancake building of Capital Records. Gonna march up to the producer man and play my acoustic song for him. Gonna blow his mind, he will just love it. Gonna rock his world. He will sign up and get on the bus. The magic songwriting hit making bus. The one that goes to the uppermost of the toppermost. The song is about you.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bacon on: February 08, 2017, 03:10:07 PM
The frying pan snapped, crackled and popped as the bacon fried. One drop of hot oil went flying out hit my forearm. It felt like a tiny white hot poker and I jumped. My little dog, Bonita looked up at me. Her dog open smile betrayed the fact that her dog senses could smell the honey smoked smell of the bacon many more times than me. She wagged her tail.

Finally, with a fork, I put the still sizzling bacon on a paper towel to soak up the extra grease. A couple of minutes later I took a bite of the crispy bacon. It was delicious, I tore a bit off and held it up above Bonita's head. "Dance, dance!" I commanded her. She stood up on her tiny furry back legs and began to dance, smiling her dog smile. I tossed the bacon to the floor and she hungrily ate it up. TIME!
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sparkler on: February 04, 2017, 01:38:04 PM
It was the 4th of July. Around lunch time I noticed some of the kids in the neighborhood had sparklers. A few had bottle rockets. Peggy came by.  She was my 7-year-old neighbor. She was pretty and blonde. I was 8. I thought of her as my girlfriend. She was sucking on a lollipop. The red food coloring had smeared her lips a lurid red. She smiled at me and offered me a lick of her lollipop. It was sweet and tart at the same time.

“We have firecrackers in the garage”, she said. We both ran to the garage our tennis shoes making a hard slapping sound on the sun-dappled sidewalk. I grabbed a bottle rocket went to the front of the house and put it in a coke bottle with the wick exposed. Then as I was talking to Peggy the neighborhood troublemaker Frankie snuck up to the bottle rocket and lit it. I saw it was lit and grabbed it from the bottle. It blasted off from my hand. I felt a slight burning sensation on my skin. TIME!
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Antlers on: February 03, 2017, 01:11:12 PM
I sat on the leather sofa as I watched the TV. I took a swig of my coca-cola. The cold, sweet syrupy liquid coursed down the hatch, its acrid carbonation fizzing in my throat. The brownies on the table were high quality. I sniffed one. It had a rich chocolate smell that instantly engulfed my olfactory sense. I took a bite. Yes, it was very delicious. My head practically swam as I experienced the rush of something. What was that? Maybe endorphins.

“Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of a hat!” said the cartoon moose on the television. His antlers bobbed comically. I took another swig of coca-cola to rinse the taste of chocolate. TIME!
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / king on: February 01, 2017, 12:44:57 PM
King Trump had ascended the throne. I sat on the soft sofa in my living room and watched on my big screen television as Trump walked up to the podium to speak. The TV captured the vivid blues, reds, all the colors in it’s LED frame. There were cheers from the crowd. This was a pro-Trump crowd. I changed the channel and saw an equal amount of people crying and in despair because Trump had won. I continued to watch the movement and color on the TV. Subtly, not sure how to say it, I could feel the universe of man creaking at this new political development.

My small dog jumped up on the sofa to sit by me and watch also. I could smell her dog smell. It had an odd sweetness to it. I smiled at her, patted her head. Her wet tongue licked my hand as if to say, “it will be okay”.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flashlight on: January 31, 2017, 12:40:28 PM
The blood on Veronica's lip tasted salty. Beneath her feet, she shuffled over thick fallen leaves. Her assailant stood before her. A smirk on his face. The heavy police flashlight he used as a mace held loosely in his right hand. Then he swung again and caught Veronica on the side of the head. She saw stars and went down. Her face was in the dirt now, the rich loam filled her nostrils, she breathed some in. She raised her head coughing violently. Then she sat up. Her head was spinning. Overhead the tall trees surrounding the scene were also moving, swaying back and forth. She was gasping for breath, her lungs straining now. Her assailant looked at her and laughed.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Rodeo on: January 30, 2017, 01:13:48 PM
It was around 1969. I sat with a large crowd in the Fort Worth Stockyards Rodeo Arena. The rodeo had come to town. The popcorn I was eating was very salty. The bleacher seat I was sitting on was worn, the green paint faded in spots. It felt like it was made of very hard wood. Down below in the center of the rodeo arena stood a figure speaking from a microphone. It was Fess Parker, the actor known for portraying Daniel Boone in the TV series of the same name.

He said, “I was down in Big D….”, (he meant Dallas). He cringed as he said “Big D”. Fort Worth and Dallas had entertained a rivalry of sorts for years. His voice echoed in that big space.

I notice the smell of cattle also. It reminded me of hamburgers.

Fess finished speaking and he announced that barrel racing was next on the agenda. And sure enough, good-looking cowgirls were soon racing around some barrels. They wore colorful cowgirl outfits. After that TIME!

10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Nest on: January 30, 2017, 01:12:57 PM
Thanks.  Smiley
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Nest on: January 29, 2017, 07:22:11 PM
I was eight years old. The nest was high above me. A huge cottonwood tree held the fragile assortment of twigs and leaves. And down below a small baby bird had fallen out of the nest and had landed on the bushes and tumbled to the green soft grass. He lay there peering up through eyes that could not yet focus correctly. His little beak wide open as he cried out for help instinctively. I could smell wildflowers and dandelions in the spring morning. And then I saw the baby bird. I picked him up. His naked skin was purple pink. He was so soft. He trembled in my hand. His plaintive peeping was barely audible. I looked at him intently. His alien structure to me looked so much like a tiny dinosaur. “It’s a baby dinosaur!” I cried out tossing him over my shoulder. He landed somewhere in the bushes. His quiet peeping continued.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / pomegranate on: November 16, 2016, 01:45:23 PM
Matthew walked into the produce section of the grocery store. Overhead the fluorescent bulbs emitted a white light over everything along with a faint hum. To his musician's ears, he knew the hum was a Bb note. He saw the pomegranates all piled up on one section. He grabbed five of them put them in a plastic bag and went to the checkout lane. The clerk was a young curvaceous brunette chewing gum absentmindedly. She eyed Matthew curiously. Then Matthew went outside. There he saw some picnic tables by the parking lot. He sat down on the cold bench took out his folding knife and split one of the pomegranates. It was a bright vivid red on the inside. Then he bit into one of the pieces. The taste was a cross between cranberries, grapes, and apples. It was sweet and tart. He made a face at the tartness. He also noticed a unique texture to this fruit.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Moth on: November 12, 2016, 03:01:33 PM
The air was cool and crisp as I walked down the street to my 1st-grade class. The pavement was hard under my feet. I could see cars going this way and that way. The ambient traffic sound permeated the air. I stopped to rest in front of a storefront. The store door was set in deep from the front of the store. It was hidden in shadow from the morning sunlight. I walked in deeper into the recess and I noticed there was something on the sides of the glass. Hundreds of moths were resting there. Suddenly a flurry of moths enveloped me. I didn’t know what to do and froze like a deer in a headlight. Sheer terror coursed through me. Then as quickly as it started it was all over. I walked shakily into the bright sunshine.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mitten on: November 11, 2016, 01:23:44 PM
I absentmindedly chewed on the tootsie roll as I walked towards the kindergarten class coat closet. I got there and looked at all the coats hanging on the side of one wall. It was a large enclosure with a large window pouring the daylight in. It was stuffy and smelled of floor wax. I felt around till I could feel the corduroy textured sleeve of my jacket. I pulled on my jacket, then I put on my wool cap finally I reached into the pockets and found a mitten. I put it on. Where was the other mitten? Frantically I searched the other pockets. Not there! I got on my knees at looked on the floor under all the other jackets not there! OMG!!! I was in trouble now. These were new mittens and now I had lost one. I could hear my mother berating already. I felt sick, nauseous and a little dizzy as I swayed back in forth in a fit of worry.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / lightbulb on: November 10, 2016, 01:28:34 PM
The lightbulb cracked between his teeth making a sharp sound. A small cloud of white dust spewed forth as the bulb cracked. It had a faint acrid taste. The strong man began to chew the glass in a bored fashion. He ground the glass with his teeth to a fine powder before swallowing. He had been working at the circus for close to a year now. He was dressed in an old fashioned strong man suit with a leopard skin print. The crowd at first cringed at his audacious act and then began to laugh in surprise. The strong man decided quietly to himself that he was going…TIME
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