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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 / Swelter on: Today at 10:58:26 AM

We are in line at the Bluebird for first come first serve tickets, three hours early, sweltering. We are not even first in line. The sun has moved from its perch to a lower position, and it is radiating heat, seemingly directly at us. Sweat floods our brows and our bodies. My shirt soaks, first a few drops on my torso, and then the small of my back soaks my shirt, and now just about the whole thing is wet. The parking lot bakes in the heat, and reeks of decomposing food, garbage, and car exhaust. But we in line are happy to be there. We want our music fix for our sanity, and all the sacrifice will make it sound that much much better. Gentle strums and tender melodies will cut through the swelter like a cold shower. And the beer we have inside will taste delicious.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Balloon on: September 22, 2018, 11:40:06 AM

Three balloons, one red, one white, and one blue all float above the living room. Below them, the carnage from my 30th birthday party is strewn on the floor. Beer cans are crushed everywhere, and the smell of yeasty warm beer permeates, except next to the ash tray, which reeks of old tobacco smoke. Emerging from a passed out sleep, I roll over and bump into my buddy and his girlfriend who are also passed out. I wipe the piles of sand from my eyes, and sit up to find my head is throbbing like a cartoon character‘s thumb just stuck by a wayward hammer. The sand in my eyes might also have dried out my mouth.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Jewel on: September 21, 2018, 10:36:36 AM

Hanging softly from her neck attached to a chain of silver, her jewel of ebony rests against her chest. It’s deep black contrasting against her fair skin like the sharps and flats on a piano. When she’s bored she picks it up and rubs it aimlessly, finding comfort. When she’s flustered, the chain moves off of her neck and into her mouth, moving the jewel side to side while tasting the blank slate of metallic silver. When she’s alone and it’s quiet, she can hear the hum of the jewel running along the chain as she moves it, the tiniest roller coaster imaginable.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Robot on: September 20, 2018, 10:54:40 AM

Soft, human like skin covers the robot, masking its cold steel underbelly. It moves, or rather she moves, with rigidity that I anthromorphize into poise and confidence. She smells like a woman, thanks to the lavender and rose perfume that’s been spritzed on her. What did she just say to me? Is that Siri come to life with her machine speech inflections? Except Siri never said anything that dirty before. I turn to face the door, anxious sweat on my brow, and wonder if I can really do this. Absurdity envelops the room, and my torso explodes into laughing and tears. Goodbye I say.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hostile on: September 19, 2018, 10:56:07 AM

“I’m all in” the hostile yells, pushing his towers of chips into the middle of the artificial-turf green felt. Cigar and left-handed cigarette smoke fill my basement crowding out the usually mildew and murpha. Our poker game is not exciting, just the guys getting together. But the hostile has hijacked the boring and now everyone’s ticks are out. Joey’s biting his nails, Fitzy is twirling his long hair, and Gerry is bouncing his left leg. Tony’s brow has sweat so much that he can taste its salty flavor. He lifts his hole cards once more. “Call!” He yells, not convincingly but in a what the heck way. He’s sitting on trips.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Forgery on: September 18, 2018, 10:35:08 AM

Our lunch meeting was surprisingly pleasant. We discussed the plans for the new restaurant, settling on a decor (Miami Art Deco) and a cuisine (southwestern Italian shellfish). Wine flowed from the bottles like a river flooded to its banks, and oysters slid down our throats like shots from an ice luge. Out of nowhere, our colleague produces a painting cloaked in velvet. His assistant wheels it out to us, and with a quick tug of the velvet, a Picasso sits before us! A forgery! My head spins once around.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Convict on: September 17, 2018, 11:10:53 AM

The warden stopped in for a last visit today. His presence was marked by the smell of pipe tobacco and old spice. As he sat beside me on the bed, I let go of my distrust of the man. This was my last day as a convict, and the relief of it had me dizzy with euphoria. His mouth moved but I heard nothing of what he said, just “Son, blah blah ...”. I’ve been dreaming for weeks about Burgers and beer, and my first stop when I walk out of these dreadful gates is going to be Jacks. At last he announces he’s leaving, telling me I am free to follow him. A ride waits for me, ready to take me home.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Shockwave on: September 16, 2018, 11:51:06 AM

Explosions ripple in the distant air, one after another, with deafening bass that drowns all other sounds. Streaks of light fly through the air, sparking and splintering and radiating. At first, the explosions were scattered and infrequent, but now I instinctively brace myself for the shockwave. Any second now, heat will transmit like a deadly radio signal in our direction. We jump in the bunker and crawl into the fetal position. Life preservation sends adrenaline through my veins and it hijacks all of my mental capacity. Nothing else matters.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fiberglass on: September 15, 2018, 11:16:39 AM

First time in the water for the little starfish. Fiberglass is bottom smooth and sleek like an Olympic swimmer. No algae has had the chance to grow on it, but soon there will be a green beard on the bottom. We lug it form the beach to the water the old fashioned way, no wheeled dolly to do the work. My forearm burns and my grip weakens, but it’s only a few more yards. Splash, we drop it in the water. Like a seagull, it sits up and bobs. The mast is secure, and the sail is beginning to flop around in the cool fall breeze. A tack here and a few adjustments here, and we are cruising like a rock continuously skipping across the water. My sunglasses can’t stop the wind from blowing teary water from my eyes across my face. I can taste it’s saltiness, less briny than the ocean.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Boulevard on: September 14, 2018, 11:28:22 AM

There is no end in sight for this street, Providence Boulevard. We are on foot and we are just going to have to keep walking. Grease and oil stain my shirt from a vain attempt to fix the car, which is broken down a mile back. Sweat covers our bodies from head to to toe. Anxiety hangs like a knife chandelier over us as we make our way to the concert. Sounds of music playing in the distance are muffled so our imaginations make sure it is not one of our favorites. Our “roadie” beer we walk with energizes us with hoppy delight. How are we going to get home? That question will haunt us during the show, but for now, we are going to do our best not think about. We’re at the gate now, and we move like cattle.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mutation on: September 13, 2018, 10:49:41 AM
“Dude, that’s not a zit, that’s a mutation!” He corrected me. He wasn’t wrong. The bump on my face had grown overnight, and the slightest touch was enough to bring eye watering pain. Next day, the mutation mutated into a red bump with a white head on top. A small squeeze, and then a hard squeeze, and whoosh, pus erupted like a Yellowstone geyser. The smell of death faded quickly, and the relief from the pressure felt like wrapping up in a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Few days of healing, and it will all be over, mutating back to a regular teenage human.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ashes on: September 12, 2018, 10:39:18 AM
Warm, dripping fat rolls off the pig and drips into the ashes as the pig slowly spins and roasts over the wood fire. The pig’s skin was once soft and pink, but now it is mottled in scarlet and masonry brick red. We take turns turning the spit ceremoniously, and a great smile comes across the face of all the chefs. A connection to primordial self, or maybe laughing in the rare absurdity of cooking a whole pig. Wood smoke obscures the scent of the pig with its sweet acrid scent, but if you are close enough you catch a whiff of meat, like bacon but sweeter. The wood crackles.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Horsepower on: September 11, 2018, 10:28:22 AM

Listen y’all, there’s 500 horses under that hood. Let me fire it up and you can hear them gallop. He pushes the button on the dash and a giant roar erupts outside, the sound making its way into the cab through the windows. Rain on the hood from last nights rain wiggles, and then it starts to steam. We can feel the wave of heat coming off the engine block. A faint whiff of diesel gasoline blooms briefly, and then fades. The crystal clear air from the exhaust betrays the smell of diesel being completely burned off, but that smell fades now also. Climbing inside cab requires using the steps attached to the vehicle, and we ascend to the cab, like a royal climbing a platform to ascend to the throne. Royals we are in the cab, looking down.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Eel on: September 10, 2018, 11:06:07 AM
From the safety of the shore with a quick glance, the eel can look like any other fish. But then it moves, shifty and changing directions like pen randomly scrawling across a page. The aquatic snake carries all of it’s terrestrial siblings baggage. No legs, so it shouldn’t be that scary, but my human reptile brain says otherwise. I jump at the sight of it, my hair stands on end. No smell alerts you to it’s presence. The slimy eel glides through water with its natural lubricant, hardly making a sound audible to a human. It’s prey can hear him coming.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Crook on: September 09, 2018, 11:06:42 AM
Black and white horizontal thin stripes arrayed over the form of a jumpsuit appear in the distance. A black and white cap, and an eye mask obscure the mans face. He smells of ground beef, onions, pickles, mustard, and ketchup. A burger. He speaks, but in a garbled language not human, but more like a small rabbit or a squirrel. The jumpsuit hangs in an unflattering way, billowing in the abdomen and in the calves like a ballon turned upside down. His giant black patented leather shoes feel smooth like glass despite the wear and tear. I cringe as he approaches my happy meal box, shuddering and cowering and praying he won’t take my toy. Alas, it is not my toy he wants but my hamburger! This crook is the infamous hamburgular.
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