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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 / Diary on: February 20, 2018, 05:14:07 AM
Pencils marks scrawled over the moleskin bound cover, scuffed with character and years of use. The binding creaks and crackles as yellowed pages wave with the breeze, blowing its words off the paper into the surrounding world. Leaning forward, the book was fitted with a faint smell of moth balls and grandma's entry hall. Memories taste like coffee and tea as they muddled old entries into splotches of blacks, and browns, and grays. It lay in its usual place, where a ring of dust has found its home outlining the book on the bookshelf.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Computer on: January 12, 2018, 06:35:57 AM
Strings of algorithms demand excellence from this literal box of circuits, forming into the cohesive unit that we call sustainability today. A motley of plastics, metals, silicon, and everything in between with a tinge of binary man the world's greatest blessings and curses. Pure informative power in everyone's back pocket, a sci-fi legacy that was unheard of during the days of tomes and paper literature. Whirring breaks the silence of every office, home, and public utility, calmly catching its breath after a hard day's work of being used and sometimes abused for its inadequate service. Crumbs and bits of food stick between the crevices of the keys, always leaving one too many spaces  between  words. Thousands of pixels line up dutifully across the screen performing their set in the midst of cyans, magentas, and yellows. Although it doesn't speak the words of man, these technological creations communicate with numbers and waves, like the last day of calculus class.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ticket on: January 11, 2018, 06:57:25 AM
A rip and a punch later and the man in the booth placed the travel pass in my palm, offering me passage further into my journey. The flimsy cardstock trembled in my hand, barely a fist away from becoming a crumpled mess. There was a tinge of smoke staining the ticket, probably from the man at the booth considering the acrid smell of cigarettes wafting from his shirt pocket. Closer inspection revealed the company logo emblazoned on the top right corner of the card, leaving indents into the paper itself to assure authenticity. I lift it up to the light and see streaks of reds and blues criss-cross the face in a seemingly chaotic manner, but experience treats me like no fool and I realize the real intent. I imagined my destination and contentment overtook me, yes... This card will be my respite from loneliness. Boarding the train gave me the chance to come face-to-face with my next foe, the conductor himself with a smile painted on his weathered mug. He reached out a hand and glanced at the ticket in my own impatiently.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Carwash on: January 09, 2018, 05:38:17 AM
A pillow wonderland of suds and bubbles form their mountains and canyons along the complacent hull of metal beast, foaming at the mouth with cleaning solution. Particles of dirt, grime, and grease are plucked from their space and washed away with the torrents of water cascading from the ceiling, like washing away old bowling pins to be replaced with a fresh set. A deep whirring sound echoes within the chamber, notifying everybody of its faithful duty to its assembly line task, day in and day out with no hope (or need) to rise or fall within its corporate ladder. Colors that once popped with personality and labeled this establishment as new and improved over its previous generations now grow dull. Flashing lights that once competed with the neighboring carnivals sputtered into an occasional blink of old age. The music that once played to sate the client's impatience sang no more as the wire components rusted from neglect and dilapidation. Machine parts crank and moan tirelessly as ever, yet there is no pulse.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Deck on: January 08, 2018, 04:54:39 AM
The pitter patter of tiny feet drifted from the fence line within a suburban community. Smooth, stained wood flooded the vision of this particular backyard as the deck stood proudly over its shadow. Heat transpired from its pores through waves and the stain took on a gleaming quality. Hosting so many a birthday party, house-warming, work meetings has worn this deck into its rustic characteristics. Thankfully, the slightly rusted screws sat flush against the floorboard, saving much of the pitter patter from becoming a thump and a wail. The red-orange hue contrasted sharply with the light blue sky littered with pillowed clouds, like an island of clay within a sea of Heaven. This island held many fortunes for the wayfarer to succumb too, such as the abundance of beers, chairs, and companionship. Fires blazed on a nightly basis, stemming from the artificial cooking-pit used for no more than the occasional smore or wiener dog. Even in the rain, this wooden island takes the form of sanctuary, looking over the grounds below not only as a deck to some but as a roof to others.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Haircut on: January 04, 2018, 09:07:24 AM
Clicking of metal and buzzing of air, down comes wave after wave of hair. No head is safe from the scissors insatiable hunger, always searching for its next victim. Cologne and perfumes bring a delectable (or nauseating) haze with a myriad of flavors. Kids grumbled in their seats whilst the old laughed and bantered their worries away for a brief moment, shedding the old to make way for the new. Top 200s blared from the overhead speakers, playing the usual hits so common to the point of unconscious sing-a-long. A bell rings and a blast of frigid air whipped through the barberhouse floors, scooping up handfuls of hair to scatter everywhere. The help is scolded for their laziness and the sculptors, with tools in hand, pull greasy strands from between their teeth. Laughter erupts and the stage is set once again as people shuffle in and out consistently through the day. And as such day comes to a close and the last man, woman, and child step out to the sunset feeling more than a slight draft, the barbershop bids its day goodbye to rest for tomorrows show.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cabinet on: January 03, 2018, 07:41:45 AM
Freshly stained pine wafts up my nostrils, tricking my brain into imagining a world of woods around me. The grain rushing along the face of the construct, up the sides, down to the very feet that keep its structural integrity like a stream feeding into a hidden estuary. Its eternal hunger is sated only by greed, consumerism through the need for more and more to fill its empty belly with objects and material. They are temporary, only to stumble out years later in a sudden change of heart, only to be forgone for another greedy escape. Monsters take refuge and I find sanctuary while dabbling in hide and seek. Leaky pipes groan in its recesses, drooling onto the planks below, washing away the sin of materialism. Faint traces of stray foods and treats stain the stain, mixing a rancid concoction to be noted in the long time ahead. My eyes thank these space-takers, for without them the emptiness of the room would do nothing more than taunt me with my weakness for filling the void. The hinges are silent, content with its weekly dose of 3-in-1, silent until their hunger pangs force them to wail for more.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Helicopter on: December 21, 2017, 07:42:24 AM
Whips of air slice into the tall grasses surrounding the approaching helipad as we make our descent. The roaring of the blades overpowered any conversation and we became eerily quiet, almost hypnotized. As the feet touched the Earth, the whirring lagged until it finally ka-plunked into a series of steam and subtle clicks. A mixture of gasoline and smoke filled my nostrils with its acrid aroma and bile filled my mouth, I began to feel nauseous. The craft overshadowed me, blocking the sun in an omen sort of way, like a thousand years of bad luck would soon curse my family. Stepping back I began to really appreciate its mechanical beauty, the intermittent pieces and man-made physics turned this hunk of ore into a technological miracle. It's very unfortunate this machine had to be used for such an ugly pastime...
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dance on: December 20, 2017, 07:33:57 AM
Lights flashing in a coordinated attack of visual senses. Colors of different shades, spectrum, intensities blaring through everybody's eye sockets. A loud rumble vibrates through the building, shaking the very foundation to the point of nervousness. The pulse within the belly of this building sang a sensual tune, one that attracts the ritual of hundreds of warm bodies. Their jerking and swaying movements seemed like thousands of intricate pieces within a clockwork, clicking and sometimes grating between each other. They all moved in this rhythm with the intent to summon emotions, feelings of total spacial freedom.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Handstand on: December 19, 2017, 03:31:29 PM
A subtle flick of the wrist and swing of the legs pushes a body right-side up relevant to space. Each toe pointed to a different star and the hairs started to curl under the intensity of the breeze brushing by. The blood rushes to meet the clay of the Earth, but instead pools in a mask of furious red. Giggles and yelps erupt as the body struggles to keep its balance along the uneven wooded grounds. Perspiration filled the air with its natural musk, the combined juices of effort and perseverance. The grasses tickled and scratched at the body's hands, leaving faint white lines that soon disappeared in a splotch of pink. A stray pine-cone brought down this Goliath, an unpleasant surprise for the body as it tumbled down onto its back. It takes a moment to return to equilibrium then scrambles to its feet to do it again.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Peppermint on: December 18, 2017, 09:03:03 AM
Strands of red and white stretch along its surface. It's smell tantalizes the hairs of my nose, standing them to attention. The taste is as sharp as its smell as my tongue glides over its waxy exterior. Every breath feels like Alaska, fogging the air with refreshment. Eventually it gets smaller, small enough to stop the games, to really get down to business. With a satisfying crunch, bits of hardened sugar filled the molds of my teeth making every bite just a little harder on the jaw. This martyr of a mint has cursed me beyond its end, a karma often forgotten in the face of its siblings. The taste is peppered, but the attitude is salty. Food no longer finds company with my taste buds, meeting them with the cooling hostility of the mint.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mischief on: December 17, 2017, 05:34:22 PM
A spoiled child stuffing pockets full of candy and bad behavior, gleaming in his eye and every finger hooked to fish each sugary morsel. A lone fart escaping from blushing cheeks and that same finger flattened in blame and shoved responsibility. Words (much) sharper than the mind it escapes drums on passing ears in an atypical polyrhythm, whining and moaning like a hungry coyote. The boy, his knees are scuffed and arms are bruised with battle wounds stolen from his enemy's fists. To be punished would be difficult by any other than a higher matriarch, one that leads the boy with encouragement and strong will. In fact, she leads all as their mother. By herself. No one else but Miss Chief.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fairy on: December 16, 2017, 05:33:08 AM
Gleams of light radiate from its wings with every flap, like a slap across the face of any onlooker. Its body was small and nimble, perfect for aviation, yet there was a subtle hint of powerful magics radiating from its aura. It dashes amongst the trees and groves, dancing with an invisible partner as the moon waits at the horizon with a satisfied smirk. As one would trek through such a forest, one could ear the gentle pattering of wings and immature voices laughing, singing, talking with the breeze. It dons colorful clothes and intricate marking upon its skin, telling many stories of generations passed and still to come.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Elephant on: December 15, 2017, 03:59:19 PM
He lumbers gracefully, swaying to the silent beat of the wind. Hulking and massive, he snatches the eye of any passerby welcomed to his presence. A splotch of gray and wrinkles and a snout flicking playfully between two sparkling tusks. He roars a mighty toot, playing along to his favorite Davis record with gusto and contentment. The ground quakes and stones flee like pebbles with every stomp milling towards the next meal. A musky fragrance emanates from his person, alerting us to his unsuspected arrival, yet to others of his welcomed return. Looking closer one would find this splotch to be a landscape of crevices, canals, and canyons. Every detail telling a story of experience and survival against the elements of nature. He demands respect yet impedes on no other's ground, tiptoeing through territories as if it were the house of God himself.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Charcoal on: December 14, 2017, 11:29:40 AM
Staining every strip of cloth dumb enough to wrap itself around its chalky exterior, it rolls unmercifully between the toes of unsuspecting pedestrians. A whiff turns to a cough and then to a sneer as the mischievous smoke force feeds its victims. Where it was once passionate for its purpose, to light ablaze every obstacle that came, it nows lays silently in the piles of its forgone brothers and sisters. Embers pulsate as slowing intervals, striving for breath underneath the remains of its earlier rampage. The pops of activity have died to a whisper, blaring only a soft cry for the final snuff. There is never any worry, the left over carbon will saddle the wind and traverse the Earth for its next duty faithfully. Its essence will root life and bury riches to later be broken down once again as a flexible energy.
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