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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 / Donut on: March 09, 2018, 06:53:30 AM
17 nothing better to do but get in the car with some friends on a snowy day. School was cancelled and our pack of friends get in our cars to go the parking lot of Walker woods. I had a white 4 cylinder little mustang with a sticker on the side window with a tree of life on it colored in psychedelic patterns. My other friend had the infamous red station wagon that would be a magnet for the cops to pull over with the dancing bears on the bumper and his long blond hair. We would do donuts in the parking lot making streaks in the snow. The air was crisp with the smell of fires from the houses near by. The "woods" or a patch of woods that stretched out maybe 10 miles was our hiding place in the suburban crowded world we grew up in on Long Island. On any given day there would be kids hanging out making fires, drinking beer and whisky. There was a homeless man that set up camp and we were always scared of encountering him. We never did though. In the winter the lake would freeze and we could walk across it to the island and have parties with kegs and our radios playing the Grateful Dead. One night the whooshing sound of a helicopter came rushing in with spotlights to chase us out. Now looking back they probably just wanted to have a little excitement that night and wanted to take a ride on the helicopter cause nobody was hurting anyone but themselves.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ankle on: March 07, 2018, 06:19:24 AM
small beads around her ankle jingle when she walks. Her long flowing sundress dances in the wind. The smell of coconut sun lotion and the sea ease my mind. The sand melts around my toes as the waves crash on the shore hitting my face with mist and cooling me off from the hot sun. Beach umbrellas, mojito's, ice cold water sweating through the glass. I strum an old acoustic guitar staring off into the horizon. The sun is at its peak and it reflects off the ocean. The line up in the water is crowded as 4 foot perfect glassy waves roll in, up and down with the spray flying off the back of them with the offshore trade winds. Children are splashing in the pool with their parents and I can taste the salt on her skin when I lean in for a kiss. I smell amazing food from the occasional breeze, it smells like monfungo, platanos, and arroz con gondules.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Doctor on: March 05, 2018, 05:50:57 AM
Red lights screaming through the garage doors of the hospital. Stretchers being rolled on the cool tile floors as tubes and oxygen are put on the patients as fast as they can. Doctors and nurses frantically go from victim to victim assessing the most in need and deligatng where they should go. The smell of cleaning products is so strong you can taste it. Sounds of beeps from EKG meters showing the life or lifeless signs of the emergency response of another horrible act from some insane teen. The over medicated, numb youth, desensitized by violence and stripped of human to human interaction. Hiding behind screens communication is fast, overwhelming, and sometimes heartless. 
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Trumpet on: February 21, 2018, 06:27:09 AM
A warm winter night in New York City where the fog lays over the streets and the lights are filtered through it. We walk out of the subway station with a slight buzz and smiles on our faces headed to the Blue Note to see Kenny Garrett and his quartet. The line is long and everyone is eager to try to get in. We manage to get a table and order some drinks before the music. Kenny came out and the sound of his saxophone filled my soul with refreshing ideas and creativity like a glass of ice cold water on a hot summer day. After the show there was a jam session where a boy that must have been 13 walked in with his pants too short and a trumpet in his hand. He walked up to the stage and started playing a tune with the band and schooled all the other players with soaring, fast be-bop licks. He was an old soul trapped in a young body. I imagined Miles Davis as a young kid, precocious and incredibly talented. The session ended well after 2 in the morning with other jazz players walking in like vampires, staying up all night because thats when jazz happens. Making the dead of night alive with spirit.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Diary on: February 20, 2018, 07:14:11 AM
The Ink bleeds thoughts and desires into a worn leather bound book. Hidden secrets of the soul seep out of the mind letting go of the inner baggage like a feather in the wind. There's a lock on the cover, ornate and with a engraved pattern etched in the tarnished bronze. The leather strap is frayed and the pages are gold leafed. Buried underneath the dust is the voice of unbridled honesty. The words are laced with sweetness, anger, depression, bitterness, hope, and joy. Looking back into the past and shining the spotlight on times and memories not thought of often, but not forgotten. Nuggets of what was, What could be, and what has been achieved can be painful but gratifying. An enigma of emotions battle through your mind as you taste the sharp realities of your thoughts.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hammock on: February 19, 2018, 07:56:23 AM
Palm trees swaying 20 feet high. Beach umbrellas made of brown canvass lining the beach giving a break from the hot sun mixed with a smell of coconut lotion. Steel drums are playing a calypso tune. On the table with a tall glass filled with rum pineapple and orange juice with a splash of grenadine a Mojito right beside it. The sound of tiny waves lull you into a peaceful state like the sail boats in the distance rocking back and forth. The sand is soft like a pillow, surrounding your toes and warming up your feet under the umbrella. Outside of the shady spots the sand is hot to the touch making you hop and make a break from the ocean. Locals are wheeling makeshift carts filled with jewelry, trinkets, or cigars preying on the tourists wallets and ignorance to try and make a few bucks for their family. Smiles on everyones faces, paradise for a few days and rest from the stressful realities of life. A much needed break from snarling traffic, bosses that exert power, bills in the mail, and....
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: February 16, 2018, 07:35:42 AM
Snow falling gently on a winter day. Sparks and crackles resonate the hearth as glowing embers pulse. The smell of fresh baked brownies travel through the house like a ghost floating slowly and ominously. The bowl on the counter is lined with the chocolaty fudge with pieces of sea salt almonds on the worn wooden spoon. The spoon is dried out and rough to the touch from the hundreds of times its been used. I taste the bittersweet chocolate as I lick the remnants of the brownie mix. The sugary rush tingles my tongue as I wait for the oven timer to ding. Fresh, warm, gooey fudge brownies soon will be done and I will have to anxiously wait to cut them into pieces. I  sprinkle  powdered sugar over top of the brownies like the snow falling outside my window. Ding...its time to turn the oven light off, its done. Comfort food on a cold day!
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bronco on: February 15, 2018, 05:47:45 AM
Black tinted windows and big tires is the truck he drives. A restored ford bronco lifted up like his confidence. Spitting up dirt, screeching his studded tires as he pulls away. His arrogance is beyond reproach. The stench of cologne would sting your nose like a wasp. With a red bandanna on his head, ripped jeans, and demonstrative voice he tries to intimidate, take advantage of any situation. He repels people like a cannon, and everyone can feel his atomic destructive energy. He pulls into our parking lot and parks in the middle of it. Florida license plates, thinking he owns the world but world just runs away at the sight of him.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: February 14, 2018, 06:26:03 AM
Rocking back and forth with the rhythmic squeak, going up and down slowly. She had blonde hair and was tall. The air was heavy with fog and and the smell of salt air gently settling in around us. We smoked cigarettes and talked for a long while. Crazy misguided teenagers with nothing better to do then hang out and talk, among other things. It was a 2 month party house. There was a Boat docked in the canal behind the house. The bay was right off in the distance. The personalities of the water changed everyday and sometimes 2 or three times a day. Gray rough choppy water, smooth soft glassy water with the sunrise, or ripples rapidly rushing against the dock and up the side of the boat. Sometimes the wind would blow the swings back and forth as though there was a ghost sitting on the plastic seat.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mascara on: February 13, 2018, 06:07:32 AM
She's standing there right by the mirror making those eyes pop like a champagne cork. Those bubbly blue eyes can make your head swim into a sea of attraction. I walk in behind her and put my arms around her and the smell of lavender washes over me like a warm blanket from her long auburn hair. She paints her lips with a succulent cherry red lipstick and gently pushes me away in a teasing way to prevent me from smudging it away. The phone rings and cars are buzzing by in the early hours in the morning. She puts on her work clothes, grabs her keys, and kisses me softly on the lips as she hurries out the door. I carry the thoughts of the morning all day like a song on repeat looking forward to seeing those eyes close again followed by another deep set kiss.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Haircut on: January 04, 2018, 06:06:57 AM
Love it! Made me smile!
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Haircut on: January 04, 2018, 06:05:24 AM
I sit in the chair in the waiting area pretending to read a magazine that I'm not interested in just to kill the time. Gossip flies like a swarm of bees, ladies spewing their wants and needs, complaining about husbands and bosses. Inspiration pictures being shown to stylists and stylists nodding their head knowing that the picture of Beyonce will never be their client. There is a drone of sound from the hair dryers and the smell of color burns the inside of my nose. Living above the salon has been a tough go of it, people non-stop in and out, a wife that lives and breathes her work 24-7. She likes to create, she likes to help people, but the reward monetarily is minimal compared to the work of owning this soul sucking business. I am tired and fatigued from her stress. She is perpetually spinning her wheels, perpetually trying to catch up or chase something that is invisible. I want to be free, prepared and content but these things are like the color draining down the sinks of the monotonous business that engulfs my life.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Peppermint on: December 21, 2017, 11:58:45 AM
Right On Chris!
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Helicopter on: December 21, 2017, 05:48:52 AM
Dust clouds on on my heart, the smell of her perfume cuts me like the whooshing blades of a helicopter, spinning me around like a churning whirlpool of emotion. She has me on the end of a string, reeling me in as I try and break the current drifting me back in her arms. I can taste her seductive thoughts, her silent wants. When I see her I feel a rush of air, a crisp awakening, an addiction, a fix. She hovers over me and kisses me with a light touch on my face. Every time I feel like i'm falling apart I go back and take a flight with my helicopter heart.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Peppermint on: December 18, 2017, 06:16:32 AM
The cool refreshing scent hits my nose with an explosion of clarity. Wrapped tightly in plastic, twisted at both ends, the red and white striped candy is elegantly packaged for the patrons of the old diner in the busy town. Cookies and mints at the register, business cards and pamphlets are on the desk as we cash out. Its cold outside and the train just came in from across the busy street. I heard the squeal of the train as it came to stop and a lot of people came bustling out onto the platform. The diner is the late night spot to decompress after a jaunt in Manhattan. Coffee, and a Bagel, an omelette or a burger before going home and ending the night. The door swings open as a loud raucous crew comes in. The smell of cologne and perfume mixed with liquor passes by like a light breeze as they sit down in the red pleather booths with a whitish table top with a piece of metal on the edge.
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