Object Writing, Prose & Poetry Forum

September 19, 2018, 05:05:56 PM
Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?

Login with username, password and session length
This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
  Show Posts
Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 6
1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / boulevard on: September 15, 2018, 06:17:36 PM
9/15- boulevard
Bumper to bumper. We bake under the windshield like ants under a magnifying glass. Boredoms twitch jumps from fingers to toes to neck, running laps around my body like a marathon champion. The bland flavor of impatience swarms on my tongue behind grinding teeth.  Thick pungent gasoline fumes sting my nose and water my eyes. Sirens scream ahead and car horns bark from behind. The fact that we are one exit away is enough to crack my brain.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ashes on: September 13, 2018, 06:28:12 AM
9/12 - ashes
The crisp winter air hangs heavy on our hearts as summertime nostalgia wraps around our minds like the thick mexican blankets draped on our shoulders. Flames frolic in a shallow pit filled with ash, pinching our cheeks and thawing our hands. Bittersweet marshmallows melt on our tongues with a peppery after bite. Burning wood pops and chars our red, freezing noses as each and every one of our breaths linger in the air. Ashes twirl above the flames until they are taken by the wind, out into the dark scary seas of a dismal empty coastline. My stomach shuffles on a line of content and restlessness. Laughing behind a half smile, I dream myself as a piece of ash wandering into the sea late at night.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hoax on: September 08, 2018, 10:18:38 PM
9/8 - Hoax
Rubbing my misty eyes in disbelief, I hadnít even blinked and the fluffy white rabbit was gone. "Impossible!", my brain heckled.
I starred up open jawed at a smoky stage commanded by a man in a tall hat and a satin red vampire cape. The whole room seemed to gasp itself. The atmosphere ripe with silence and anticipation was cringe worthy. The magicianís shiny polished shoes clicked and clacked with each step. Menacingly teasing us that perhaps the rabbit was or invisible or worse, dead. Choking on doubt my mind whispered sweet nothings of trap doors and classic illusions. As he revealed the rabbit perched upon his head under his hat, prickly chills bolted up my arms resembling a cactus. ďThereís no way!Ē ďHOW?Ē snickered the audience. My eyes had deceived me. I knew it was a hoax in my head but my heart and exterior senses were sold. It was pure magic!
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Checkbook on: April 05, 2018, 05:44:31 AM
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.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dolphin on: April 02, 2018, 10:13:27 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.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Potion on: April 01, 2018, 09:21:26 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

7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: March 18, 2018, 06:33:56 AM
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.  

8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: March 16, 2018, 08:31:09 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.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bronco on: March 16, 2018, 12:53:33 AM
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.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sofa on: March 01, 2018, 08:45:44 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.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelet on: March 01, 2018, 04:16:32 AM
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.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: String on: March 01, 2018, 04:07:13 AM
thank you  Grin
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / String on: February 27, 2018, 04:57:28 AM
2/26/2018 - String
Fluid tonal vibrations reverberate, bouncing off a hollow wooden body escaping the ping pong dance as a harmonious major chord. Smooth wire wrapped steel strings erode shallow canyons and calluses into my left handís fingertips. My right handís index fingerís cuticle is bloody and bruised. Memories of lonely afternoons locked in my room playing for hours on end waft into the air fragrant and sweet as momís fresh baked cookies. Deep robust lows billow throughout my apartment as I travel back in time grinding my teeth on tart teenage lyrics.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spotlight on: January 24, 2018, 02:41:14 AM
1/23/2018 - Spotlight

Legs locked, standing in the wings, jitters tiptoe up my spine leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. An out of tune piano sings my cue. Curtains of suspense draw open as I march to my mark. The blinding rays of a spotlight boggle my brain and my lines are lost. Amnesiaís bite stings my tongue tartly. Choking on embarrassmentís smoky fumes, my memory comes splashing back into view like older neighbor boys jumping canon balls in the pool.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ice Pack on: January 23, 2018, 06:09:02 AM
1/22/2018 - Ice Pack

A piercing loud scream is accompanied by an unbearable pain running up my leg. A Frozen ice pack stabs at my skin, like shards of glass cutting to the bone. Peppery fear wells in my throat and behind my eyes. A grotesque scene plays out in my mind, will I ever walk again? My hollow, stale ER room spins in a furry of pain meds while heavy machinery chirps in the background.  Whimpers, hushed voices and urgent calls shuffle by down the hallway. Worry crawls across my motherís face carving new lines around her eyes deep as war-torn trenches. She grabs my hand tightly and whispers ďItís gonna be fine,Ē as she steps into the bustling hall to speak with the doctor.
Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 6