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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 / Umbrella on: December 04, 2018, 02:58:28 PM
Eye-searing colors of yellow, reds, blues blind side the sky, contrasting against its muggy, grey backdrop. Such as simple device, with a somewhat complex configuration, but mysterious origin. Wikipedia anyone? I can hear it trail me every day, riding along in the underside of my backpack. The synthetic, plastic like lining rubbing against my bag of similar material, created this harsh, ruffling sound every time I shifted just slightly. Annoying as it may be, rain held no chance at ruining my comfort. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn't an easy load either. Thankfully, the designers were keen enough to include a wrist strap to offer the umbrella some ability to hold on for dear life. One could say it was for me too, lest I somehow misplace it. It never fails to end up lost in one way or the other, I'm not alone on that either. For I see the husk of forgotten dollar store umbrellas lying ripped, torn, and battered lining the edges of the road in its own form of "decomposition". No matter, in my world those are just warriors without their weapons, sailors without their crafts, Mary without the Poppins, and a corporation without a logo.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chimney on: November 24, 2018, 02:13:24 PM
Smokestack spewing smog into the air, coloring the blue in the sky a pale grey. Fire burns passionately, but eventually lifts from existence in a cloud of its own remains. Too close and one's eyes sting with thousands of tiny daggers poking their cornea, their chest tightens with the fear of inviting this taint into their dwelling, the taste of ash runs down their throat and their skin breaks into a sweat induced mania. How is it that this one thing symbolizing so many good things could poke a hole in the sky, and in our hearts? Families gather at its base to feel its safety, to feel its wonder as children ponder the things Santa will bring them as he scoots down the roof. Some travelers even hope for its appearance, for to them it is a marker for sanctuary.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / X-Ray on: May 24, 2018, 11:15:33 AM
Waves of radiation pulsed through my body creating the ghost of an image on the screen. How technology has come so far as to view one's own innards without the need for incision. The machine itself was simple, like a really big and clunky camera but the engineering was complex. At least, a little too complex for me. A thick, padded vest slung over my shoulders protected me from the bulk of radiation, but no one is ever spared from the minute amount leaking around the crevices of the suit. I could hear the whirring and grinding of the machinery, then a click and a snap of the camera as it took the picture. It was over as quickly as it began. There was a slight dryness of mouth, whether from the machine or the nervousness I'm not too sure. Getting the results was never the fun part, it usually entailed some expensive injury. Thankfully, it was only a dental exam so I was spared from the moment and rewarded with a clear image of my skull and 31 (missing one) little blocks protruding from my jaw. The technicians removed and disposed of the plastic wrapper they put over the lip of the machine to avoid the contamination of several people combining into one cesspool of sickness.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: May 17, 2018, 02:41:09 PM
A rotund mass of solid sediment making its not so special place upon the scars of the Earth. Holding itself with rigor and determination to out weather the landscape around it. Smooth, like putting on new socks after a warm shower during the coldest month of the year. Precious in adaptation, more so than any modern individual may realize. The stone creates our tools in which allows us the abilities to forsake the balance of nature in favor of technological prowess. The stone creates our fires with as simple as a spark, bursting into the life stoking flames necessary to eat, sleep, and survive. The stone is our fortification, rising high above the ground it was borne to blockade friend from foe in an ever chaotic world of humanity. Listening intently, one hears no sound from the stone itself. Yet if thrown from a distance, dropped from a height, barraged against an object, the stone wails in smothered pain until silent a moment later. It is as unique as people, from the grains of sand dotting the coastline to the mountainous ranges carving through the horizon. We, as humans, idolize the stone in many cases by placing the image of our gods onto them as totems. It is symbolic of hardiness, foundation, and undying fortitude against the frictions of existence.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: May 16, 2018, 04:00:49 PM
The surface was slightly crumbly, but feeling towards the center gave way to a soft patch of gooey texture. Bringing it closer to my mouth revealed the scent of dark chocolate... Antioxidants. This brick of sugar, flour, eggs, etc. was a tingling concoction of guilt and pleasure thrown into the grasp of humanity as punishment for existence. It was a little lighter than the dirt you'd see on one of those sketchy back-roads on the way home, but shared the attribute of under-the-radar evil. Biting into the square of Satan, dopamine flooded my brain and the salivation in my mouth increased tenfold. My stomach screamed of pleasure, but my thighs screeched in protest. The delight ended as soon as it started and my chocolate-induced high was waning at a considerable level. The search for another was in vain and I sat there, sulking in the defeat of overindulgence. Grasping the napkin I was using to hold the brownie, I could hear the scratchiness of the crumbs rub against the material
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bronco on: May 15, 2018, 03:06:00 PM
This ain't no hulking ton of steel and various materials, nor is it a congregation of American football playing professional athletes, this is a lean, mean steed we're talking about here. Wild in upbringing and personality, witty to the disgrace of its captors and riders. Ever graceful in its feral grasslands, holding the weight of no man. Secret weapons of the indigenous, holy creatures of the Mongols, it even has its own year on the Chinese calendar! The weight of its hooves reverberates on the dirt with no aid of shoes, and its mane is matted and unkempt from the undomesticated life. It carries an unpleasant smell, thus attracting the flies, but retained its glossy exterior. Are we sure we're not talking about a car at this point? It stands amongst its own kind, riding against the wind that blows towards humanity, unbroken. Snorts of hot air and disturbances of gait signal any passerby to watch their backs, one stray kick from one of these ponies and they'll be the ones broken. They say the dog is man's most loyal companion, but never did they mention the will of the bronco. Headstrong, war-torn, and ready for action at their own rate

7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: May 14, 2018, 01:17:28 PM
Propulsion launches the organic mass high into the air, save for any expensive flying machine or engineering wonderment. Simple physics allows us the opportunity to experience the opposing effect of gravity. Like a pendulum, the consistent rocking back and forth lulls one into a meditative trance. The split second moment of suspending on either extreme sends some a wave of nausea and vertigo, whilst others experience the body buzzing feeling of falling without the knowledge of injury. Seats weathered from years buffering the elements, chains slightly rusted save for the protective layer of rubber-like material clinging to each link, and a squeak to accompany every kick past the midpoint. A swingset is the hierarchal checkpoint for children, a throne of sorts for the more popular of the bunch. Some would take solace in the comforting swing while others tested the limits of centripetal force by jumping off at the last second, thus launching them forward with the aid of momentum.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mascara on: May 13, 2018, 11:03:06 PM
Shades of color outlining the whites of eyes, some glistening, some sparkling, and everything in between. It was like staring into a kaleidoscope, making me feel nauseous and hypnotized simultaneously. There was an emotional attribute to the make-up, both masking the features of the individual but showcasing their true feelings. Pouring down the crevices and valleys of the skin in a blackened river of tears, staining the landscape. Happiness falls through the dark spots formed from a smile. Those who dare to peek inside see the honesty in which the individual wishes to share with you. It hides the baggage
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spy on: May 12, 2018, 02:14:46 PM
He was dressed in a suit, groomed to near perfection save for a stain on the left collar. The cloth wrapped around his person and hugged the inclines of his body. Even in the night time, shades were the preferred form of accessory next to his concealed stiletto knifes tucked away in his shoes. When he walked he swayed slightly to a hidden rhythm in the air, hypnotizing his prey into the false sense of security needed to capture them. His young, steadfast attitude made that aspect of the job like a game. How fast could he intimidate, persuade,or enamor the target before they caught on to his agenda and made their move to flee? There was no cologne or perfume or any scent enhancer, that was dangerous. More so a natural musk emanating from his person, like pulling a Thanksgiving turkey from the oven just before dinner time. Though to be honest, he probably did not taste as good.

There wasn't much room for killing in his profession, that would turn off a lot of clientèle he had so painstakingly managed to work into his social circle. Instead he made his time determining trade secrets for corporations and large conglomerates, then releasing them to the largest paying entity.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tulips on: May 10, 2018, 01:54:36 PM
Bulbs of red, and greens, and purples, and everything in between popped out from the ground like flavored lollipops ready for harvesting. The flowers smelled pleasant, contrasting to the stale air of urban life, which as in name gets stale after a while. When the wind blew over the gardens a faint rustling could be heard from the hundreds of tulips grazing each other and the grasses around them, creating a shimmering rainbow on the ground. The waves created by the perfectly timed breeze created the image of a flag, hoisted onto the ground as a stake to claim for Mother Earth. I spotted many different insect species buzzing around the delicate ecosystem, playing their parts as organisms. Some feasted on the flowers themselves, using them as direct sources of energy for future showcases of evolutionary fitness. Curious, I snapped a tulip from its resting place and placed one of the pedals onto my tongue. The taste instantaneously made me gag and I spit out the flower in a disgusted feeling of mistrust. How could anything that looks and smells so good, taste so bad? The experience had me glancing at my clock and
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: donut on: May 09, 2018, 03:16:48 PM
Clicked and got more than I was expecting, grapefruiting to the next level.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Donut on: May 09, 2018, 03:15:43 PM
The glazed sugary ring of corn syrup and fried goodness glared back into my eyes with the sun at my shoulder. It called me, beckoned me with a mouth as large as the gaping hole piercing its center. This new diet is nagging me at the back of the head, but the temptation is slowly whittling away my resolve. With every second I could hear the slight crackling of sugar flakes as they crumple in my tightening grip, falling to the floor and creating a feast for the surrounding ants. Wafts of pastry floated up and gently patted my face, reassuring me that everything was going to be alright, the donut was my friend. The longer I stood here on the asphalt outside the donut shop, the quicker the donut began to sweat, glistening harder against the solar rays. My heartbeat quickened and my face flushed, the pupils dilated and the hairs on my arms stood ramrod straight. Quickly making a decision, I raise the donut to my lips and gently dabbed them. Running my tongue over the spot of contact sent a jolt of dopamine-inducing pleasure throughout my body, I needed more! I gaped my mouth as wide as the donuts, mirroring its horror as I was about to devour it. When I mean a nasty bite, I mean food splattering, chin running, make your momma proud nasty. The world exploded with colors and sparkles and bright lights blinding me of the reality of my decision, I was caught in this happy mindscape of instant gratification. This was the best day of my life, I could not bring myself to handle the temporary lifespan of such a dimension. Not 5 minutes after I had devoured the rest of the donut, contentment (and a twinge of regret) settled in... But not for long.

The itch started to come back, this time two times stronger than before. The empty calories of the donut did nothing to satiate the beast within me, locked away in its rusty confines demoted to eating raw fruits, vegetables, and power drinks.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / New Orleans on: May 08, 2018, 11:13:07 AM
Dirty cats prowled the streets at night, pushing through the smoke clouds billowing from sidestreet doors onto the pavement. Like any urbanized city, it didn't smell all that good once you got past the tourist destinations dotting the busier parts of town. It was a strange aromatic combination of garbage, food, and heartbreak. Being a city renowned for its musical prowess, jazz poured from the many bars and restaurants creating an improvised orchestra. Trumpets, trombones, basses, guitars, etc. clashed together in what could be interpreted as avant garde. The city boasted a history to top most American sprawls, and they made it apparent with tidbits of facts engraved onto signs for pedestrians to read and ponder. One felt naturally cooler in New Orleans, to the point of wearing sunglasses at night and snapping your fingers as you cross the road. Impromptu parades marched down the streets, clogging traffic and setting up another round of mischief for the locals. 
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ankle on: May 07, 2018, 12:12:32 PM
A column of foundational support chiseled to form one of two bases for human movement. Although first appearances show itself as thin, flexible, and slender. No other joint within our construct holds up as much weight and abuse. The skin contained lesser amounts of hair than most other locations along the body, limiting itself to a faint grazing of follicles, enough to tickle your nose. It smelled of the faint stain of sweat, probably due to its confines within the suffocating material of a pant leg. If one were to lick the ankle, it would taste a little sour from said sweat, and one's tongue may feel the course hair. The range of motion that allows for flexible locomotion bends us forwards, backwards, and side to side with little to no effort (at least for most people). Some individuals play an audible pop whenever they are subjected to movement, playing the guessing game as to whether it was painful or not.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Aisle on: May 06, 2018, 05:28:53 PM
Every sound answered itself, traversing the long and winding, topless hallway. The gray tiled floor matched the stainless steel bays that lined the edges like soldiers standing at attention. In contrast, colors and graphics of wild and whimsical creation burden one's peripheral vision forcing them to twist their heads in interest and curiosity. It was cold, frigid with the breeze blowing from the opposite end of the aisle where the fridges and freezers lay. A smell of florescent light and antibacterial wipes mingled with nose hairs, and pressed down on the chests of shoppers. Traveling farther down the aisle, one will occasionally cross paths with another individual exploring the same maze of cereals, sweets, meats, fruits, and everything in between. Many times the path is blocked by two exceptionally large and social persons, thus clotting the circulation necessary for aisle survival. At that point, one could
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