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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: July 16, 2018, 03:13:07 PM
7/16 - Brownie

The hiss of an oven and the soft incense of burning chocolate invite me through the tall blue front door with open arms. Clutching his big strong bicep for dear life, the pitting realization of being the new stranger creeps up shadowing my every move. Tightly gripped handshakes and a wavering smile through a labyrinth of foreign faces leads me to the kitchen. Spotlessly clean and florally fresh.  Perfectly baked brownies are perched on a cooling rack in the middle of a dark granite slabbed counter. Betty Crocker herself must haunt this house as the hostess exclaimed they were made from scratch. I look down at the cliche paper plate and plastic wrap in my hands. My misshapen brown blobs of gooey melted sugar is nothing more than hot cheeked embarrassment and failed attempt of gratitude. I move slowly towards the trashcan praying nobody notices.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: July 15, 2018, 11:36:28 PM
7/15 - Swingset

Clinking chains whisk me back to a simpler state of mind and a smaller frame. Laughter bubbles up from within my belly like a boiling pot of water. The warmth of the sun gently brushes my cheeks with contentment. My Motherís smile is my world. She pushes me back and forth on a rickety rusted swingset and laughs along. Her delicate feminine perfume swirls with the stale stench of the sandbox on a crisp spring morning.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spy on: July 12, 2018, 03:45:20 PM
7/12/2018 - Spy

Twangy guitars reverberate through my black and white mind. Ominous missed calls from an unknown number turn me into a spy, searching for answers with minimal clues. No voice messages, no way to know who, or why? A quick google search reveals no other leads. Slippery suspicions dare me to hit the green call button but an anxious pit in the depth of my stomach restrains my quick fire thumb. Keep it cool and go about your day, but then the familiar jingle of my ringtone pierces the air. A second call, it must be important. My mouthís ripe with salutations and my mindís placing bets. ďHello?Ē I answer in a cautiously calm manner. Choking on the bitter static, no response. ďHello?Ē I growl again.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tulip on: July 10, 2018, 10:58:35 PM
7/10/2018 - Tulip

How did we find each other and grow out of such an ugly place? Out of a cliffside that claimed so many others before me, you bloomed. Velvety red petals swirling into a dark crimson center burnt by passion and infatuation. How did you find me here? What did you do to grab my attention as I fell off my own self absorbed cliff of detachment? To think you existed all this time, all the time I wasted blind to your beauty and regal disposition. My memory suggests I picked you, but you picked me. You wrapped me up in your safe warm embrace and whispered, ďDon't worry, I got you.Ē
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Donut on: July 09, 2018, 12:41:50 PM
7/9/2018 - Donut

Eyes wide with gluttony. Desireís toothache relays thick saliva across my parched palette. Sugar coated phantoms dance on my tongue in anticipation. An iconic pink box rests in my patiently shaking hands. Perfumes of caramel and chocolate engulf the entire car. Beads of sweat form at my crown as we hit every red light. Our five minute drive home from the donut shop feels like a lifetime.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Padlock on: July 03, 2018, 12:44:25 PM
7/3/2018 - Padlock

Covered in red rust signaling abandonment, your beach cruiser still waits for you chained and padlocked to a ďno parkingĒ sign along the boardwalk. Chipping paint and flat tires have detoured wire cutter thieves. Why did you leave her behind? Once your pride and joy, showing off to the neighborhood boys with her woven wicker basket and luminescent surf green finish that screamed SUMMER IS HERE like a Goodyear blimp! All those jubilant joyrides through our small beach town suddenly in full bloom. Tourists taking over the streets like bumble bees searching for pollen. Were the whispers of responsibility too much to bare? Cold expectations and college applications clouded your sense of adventure? Did you swallow the bitter pill? I ride pass her everyday among the rich stench of the salty air and the sloshing of waves against the rickety pier. Sheís still here waiting for you and so am I. Padlocked to the memory of our barefoot youth.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Checkbook on: April 04, 2018, 10:44:31 PM
4/4/2018 - Checkbook
A protective layer of black beveled vinyl envelops my motherís checkbook. Tangy chemical scents of cheap plastic and clean fresh paper waft into the air as I flip the soft pages across my fingertips. Stumbling around our pristine white living room in heels about 15 years too big for me, smeared red lipstick and a purple magic marker, I am transported to a crowded florescent check out lane.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dolphin on: April 02, 2018, 03:13:27 PM
4/2/2018 - Dolphin
Feet dangling overboard, hugging the railing for dear life, the loud motor yacht pierces the lapping royal blue abyss. I can feel the slight pinch of freckles spreading across my cheeks from the blindingly vivid reflection of the sun bouncing off of the waterís glass like surface. High pitched jubilant screams escape me as black alien eyes stare back at us from just beneath the surface of an oceanic galaxy. My heart smiles as the pod of spinner dolphins frolic in our wake and race our bow. Strong aromas of fish and pungent algae swim through the fresh salty air that slaps my cheeks and chaps my lips. Our new friends disappear and I do not feel sad, I feel happy to have known them even for just moment.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Potion on: April 01, 2018, 02:21:26 PM
4/1/2018 - Potion

Iím searching for the fountain
I havenít found it yet
Potion after potion
lotion after lotion
the mirror still reflects
Shallow canyons etched across 

my forehead

Iím searching for the fountain
I havenít found it yet
department store beauticians
all claim they have the best
toners, creams and face masks
but the mirror still reflects
smile line crevices and under eye 


Iím searching for the fountain
I havenít found it yet
My youth is standing on a ledge
We sing a delicate duet
moisturize, moisturize, moisturize
Youíll end up dead lest you

10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: March 17, 2018, 11:33:56 PM
3/17/2018 - stone

Happily lost, our four-door vessel weaves along narrow roads surrounded by lush green and grey stone skies. Eyes wide with bewilderment and flooded with unforgettable views of foreign landscapes. Wandering through creaking iron gates, burnt coffee beans bite bitterly at our tongues and warm our exposed hands from the icy morning air. Promises of luck and prosperity waft along the musty, claustrophobic castle walls. Yesterdays haunt these grounds. Hanging upside down, the tingling rush of blood to my head makes for a dizzying kiss. The smooth, polished, hopefully sanitized blarney stone has caressed my lips and I feel the small. I'm nothing more than a vagabond basking in the beauty of an ancestral tourist trap.  

11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: March 16, 2018, 01:31:09 PM
3/16/2018 - Brownie
Piercing screams of a smoke detector flood my eardrums like screeching feedback waking me from sleep. Still dream-ridden, strong bitter aromas of char and smoke pull me from my dazed state. Sprinting to the kitchen, Iím greeted by the oven with a hovering fog of negligence. The pit of hunger that was previously dwelling in my stomach is now a gaping tunnel of fear. Upon opening the ovenís mouth my face is roasted by its scalding breath. I pull disintegrated black ruins of brownie mix from the ashy racks. So much for my confection endeavor. A tiresome relief sweeps over my body as I open windows and grab my jangling keys to head to the grocery store.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bronco on: March 15, 2018, 05:53:33 PM
3/15/2018 - Bronco

Iím not like the others. Easily corralled and saddled. Iím wild as the benevolent Nevadan winds howling through canyons under star splattered skies. Iím nameless and belong to no one but the vast plains of freedom and loneliness. My hair is tangled and my hide rough and course, stained with the rust of life. Barbaric by nature, eyes smoky with hate, I dare you to tame me.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sofa on: March 01, 2018, 01:45:44 PM
3/1/2018 - Sofa
As I sink into a cushioned abyss of coziness, a stern male newscaster rants in a shrill tone. Coming home is awkwardly novel, but our plaid yellow sofa wraps itís arms around me and reminds me of the times we stayed up late together on school nights watching the old box TV on mute. A crisp new flat screen hangs on the wall, this isnít even the house I grew up in. so many moves and renovations yet my old stained lumpy friend remains. A monolith of all the previous lives I have lived, from innocent child to angst driven teenager to clumsy adult. A staple of my childhood, a reminder of a simpler time. My stomach hollows with longing to return to those lazy cartoon Sundayís with my little sister. Our lack of shame for wearing soft flannel PJís all day and eating bowls upon bowls of cereal is mind rattling now.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelet on: February 28, 2018, 09:16:32 PM
2/28/2018 - Omelet

Oil sizzles and pops from a worn iron skillet. A long line of impatience wraps around tables of fluffy pancakes, savory sausages, overflowing orange champagne glasses and piles of brightly colored fresh fruit. Feet tap in time with clanking cutlery and moth watering promises of a savory gooey omelet.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: String on: February 28, 2018, 09:07:13 PM
thank you  Grin
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