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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Forgery on: September 18, 2018, 03:16:48 PM
The green smile on the hundred dollars bill was mocking hilariously right in my concerned face.
The paper was soft to my touch, maybe too soft, I started to realize. The warm lamp light hitting
it as I turned around several times in my hands. I've never seen a bill forged so perfectly identical
to it's true twin. The only thing that revealed the true nature of it was the lack of those particular
wrinkles, carved by the time into a true bill. The smell of coffee got me distracted just when my mind
was starting to float into the past of this particular object. So well manufactured, but a forgery nonetheless.
I put the bill down and start heading quickly downstairs, hipnotized by the delicious smell, but my head
is still with the fake bill, how come did I not see it when I was selling my last artwork.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mutation on: September 13, 2018, 03:50:59 PM
My body is liyng on the bed, covered with white and soft sheet.
I can't remember my dream but I got a terrible feeling, rising
from the deepness of my chest. Fire spreading in a dry forest
in the middle of June. The smell of medicine reaches my nostrils,
bringing me the memories of the night before. Did it worked?
My mind starts to spin as I make great effort to remember what
happened. Did it even happened? A flashback crosses my confused
mind, claws growing out of my hand, the smell of blood turns stronger.
Another memories, of flesh, I can feel it as I put my fang into it's softness.
Redness spread, coloring my world in a vicious horror. Everything moved
so fast, the amount of information was to big to process for a human brain.
And blackness is upon. I can't remember anything else. I try to get up.
My body hurts. I see multiple scratches covering part of my chest and arms.
They weren't there last night. On top of the wood table next to the bed,
there's a letter directed to me. It says: "The mutation was a success."
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Horsepower on: September 11, 2018, 08:22:26 PM
Very nice! Cheesy
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Horsepower on: September 11, 2018, 03:08:40 PM
The dark barn was covered in a heavy smell, in the middle of the night.
Six big and exotic horses lay resting their massive bodies, preparing for the next ride.
The old barn provided a warm shelter from the agressive and terrific night winds blown
by the stars. The following day the beasts would need the entire horsepower, in order to
cross the Unnamed Valley, the people were very nervous to take this road, but it was the
only possible way to achieve our glory. Tales of nightmare and horror filled the minds of
the women, men and children. No one had been ever seen again after entering the dark
and quiet road that lead to the valley. But I had seen it in my dreams, on the other side
of this unknown place, paradise would be found. Green trees and colorful flowers. Cristal
clear rivers with golden and delicious fish lived after the Unnamed Valley. I had seen it in
my dreams, and now my body is trembling and sweating, as I ride my white horse Thunder
through the marked road leading the people that trusted me, never to return again.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Eel on: September 10, 2018, 05:00:54 PM
Once the slippery dark green creature touched my leg, that's when my deepest fears came out of their hidden vault. Unable to touch the botttom of the dark waters, which I definetily had to cross to get to my destination, the only horrendous alternative left was to swim across the lake of eels. The water was of some dark greenish color like if it was composed of purely rotten plants. The smell wasn't the nicest either, it was as if the stillness of the lake, only interrupted by my body trying to float across, caged the odor of putrefaction beneath the water, hence my movements were like keys opening a door for the smells to come out to the surface. The creatures beneath my sight touched my foots and legs a couple of times, as I waited in horror for the bites that would swallow me to the deepest part of the lake, where the others layed from past times, awaiting for their next companion. My face soaked in this lake's water as I reached the coast, I was able to get on my feet and run away from the lake, that's when I heard them. A thousand voices coming from the eel's mouths, calling my name as I moved as fast as I could.
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