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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 / Radiator on: December 03, 2018, 12:52:41 PM

A loud hiss erupts from the radiator, announcing it is indeed working. The hiss fades and gives way to the sound of a hammer banging on metal in rhythm. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Heat emerges from the radiator slowly at first, but after a few minutes the steady stream of heat begins to warm us. I stand next to it like a campfire, rubbing my hands together to bring warmth to my extremities. Dust collected from the year since the last cleaning covers the radiator, and it gives off a faint smell of mildew as it is heated. Turning my back to it brings warmth to the side of my body that had turned ice cold. The thermostat clicks off in the background, but the hulking radiator retains its heat like a baked potato. Comforting warmth will be produced all night, and we will bask in it like we bask in the summer sun.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Roller Coaster on: November 13, 2018, 12:06:51 PM

I can feel the blood in my face draining, and I donít need a mirror to know it is completely white. My stomach, full of cotton candy and cinnamon sugar fried dough, is dropping, maybe from the weight of the blood leaving my face. A little bit of fried dough popped back up, and I taste it again, without the sweetness. I stare forward, tilting my head up to look at the gigantic 5 story roller coaster. My girlfriend pokes me in my side with a laugh. She mouths ďitíll be funĒ but the words fly over me, and I didnít hear a word of what she said. The line is short today, and I have no time to stall or back out. Strapped into the seat with a metal restraint, I feel like a prisoner making the initial walk into the unknown world. A thumbs up from the bald, middle aged operator sends us off.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Comb on: November 12, 2018, 11:49:46 AM

Her fingernail runs across the top of the fine toothed comb, making a percussive fanning sound, like a deck of cards being shuffled. Over and over she does it, and it calms her like a meditation. Every so often, she picks it up and runs it through her hair, smooth strokes through her straight fine hair. She drops the comb under her nose, smelling the lavender scent that has been etched into over the years. She runs her hand down her hair, grab three strands and weaves a braid directly in front of her, faces, and then she lets it fall.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Baseball Hat on: November 11, 2018, 01:50:08 PM

The Summer sun high on the sky radiates heat in every direction. My baseball hat, pulled down over my eyes provides relief for my eyes, allowing me to see without squinting. Sweat pores from my forehead and wets my hat, concealing the salt rings from previous breakouts. My hat is a security blanket, making my hair look great no matter what shape itís in. When I put it on, it means go time. At the end of the day, I turn it upside down and it holds my wallet and my keys.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wind on: November 10, 2018, 12:56:38 PM

Ripples grow across the waterís surface, whipped into a frenzy by the wind. The wind blows across my ears sounding like someone blowing across the top of a glass bottle, whirring and deafening in my ear. Each strand of hair on my head has been tossed in every direction. The birds are fully aware, as groups of gulls are grounded temporarily. They glance skyward, hoping for their chance to go on the hunt. Gravity driven rain faces competition, and the wind blows it sideways on its way down. Wind proof gear cannot stand up to this wind, and it feels like it is blowing through my body, bringing an icy chill. Gusts arouse the sand from the beach, and it lands in my eyes and mouth. I spit out its salty grains, and blink furiously trying to clear my eyes.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: November 06, 2018, 11:56:41 AM

Resting my hand on the coffee mug, warmth jumps from mug to my hand like a herd of wildebeests. From the liquid, the aroma seems to run directly to my nose. Caramel, hazelnut, and leather notes tempt me to drink it. When I ground the coffee this morning itís flavors were stronger and more distinct, but now theyíve melded in the pot. Using a subtle blowing motion, I cool the top just enough to drink. Finally, I taste my first sip. Though the caffeine has not hit me yet, my body reacts to its imminent arrival, intoxicating subtlety and waking me from my slumber. The gurgle of the coffeemaker and loud buzz of the grinder signaled the coffees arrival, and now its here.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: November 05, 2018, 12:11:07 PM

The 405 is packed with cars, as usual. Five lanes of revving the engine, moving 5 yards, and then hammering the brake and squeaking to a stop. Exhaust hangs heavy in the air, and the smell suffocates even the most luxurious Mercedes stuck in traffic. Next to the Mercedes, a dilapidated old truck sputters, loaded down with workers on their way to the job site. The weather is the usual SoCal 80 and sunny, and everyone wants to get to where they can enjoy it. Collective frustration sets in, and a round of honking horns echoes, aimed not at other cars, but at the universe. One woman sits in her car, enjoying her breakfast sandwich. She finds her favorite pop station, and itís her new favorite Taylor Swift song. She bobs in her seat, waving her arms and singing at the top of her lungs. She could stay here a little longer.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: November 04, 2018, 12:10:18 PM

Rain falls incessantly down from the sky, and when it hits my umbrella, a percussion of micro beats erupts. Boom pat pitter, etc. My umbrella gives me refuge from the wet. Small sprays of rain blow from the wind, and cool me off in the summer rain. The smell of mildew seems to erupt from every surface, as the rain brings microorganisms to life. My towel hangs from the spokes of the umbrella, dry to the touch.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Undefined on: October 31, 2018, 11:23:26 AM

On the smooth sand beach, just at the magic point where water meats sand, the kids are frantically digging a canal. Sand flys in the air, and they can taste bits of it in their mouths. Head to toe they are covered in sand, but they donít notice. The roar of the oceans waves coming and going dictates their digging rhythm. Fast when it goes out, and stop when it comes in. Against the unrelenting force of the water, theyíve carved a path to a giant beach pool they have shoveled by hand. All are summoned by Mom to lunch, and they go reluctantly. By the time they get back, their creation is gone, and the beach is back to its undefined sprawling beauty. Nature wins again.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bow tie on: October 30, 2018, 11:01:14 AM

Scanning the closet for Halloween ideas, he finds a bow tie. Itís made of the finest polyester, but it is as smooth as a bowling ball, and it does feel like silk. Vaguely in the far recesses of his brain, he tryís to remember how it is you tie this thing. He places it over his neck, left hand here, right hand here, over, under, around, and he manages to tie an air knot. Preppy Dracula he thinks, tasting the blood from his lip that he clumsily bit earlier. Ding dong, the doorbell announces another trick or treater. Outside is a princess and a fairy. Will they be scared of preppy Dracula? He opens the door with a loud ďbooĒ, and the girls giggle and look at each other. Itís going to need some more work.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Road on: October 26, 2018, 11:47:26 AM

Small legs pedal a red bmx bike down the road. The rubber tires make a whirring sound from the friction with the asphalt. Wind blows into the girls eyes, causing tears to run sideways across her face. She wipes the tears with casual swipe, focused on her destination. Her pockets jingle with each pedal with the spare change she scavenged from couch cushions. Sheís headed straight for the candy store, and she can already taste it. A Reeseís peanut butter cup, creamy on the inside, and decadent chocolate on the outside is the goal. Looking down as she pedals, she violently jerks the foot brakes, causing the back wheel to slide out. A snake just slithered in the road directly in her path. Fear instinctively causes her to turn around and go back towards her house. Her heart, beating rapidly with the clicking gears ...
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tear on: October 25, 2018, 11:11:46 AM

She pulled the cashmere shawl over her head as the first step to undressing at the end of a long day. Itís soft fibers brushed gently against her face, instantly trapping the warmth. It kept her cozy all day, and touching it settled he nerves. As it moved up her arms, she could feel a catch on her necklace, followed by a ripping sound. She stopped quickly, adjusted her necklace to free the shawl, and continued. No longer protected by the cashmere, a chill shot through her from the cold winter air. Looking at the shawl, her fear had been warranted. A tear of half an inch opened up. Her favorite shawl, worth hundreds of dollars. She brought it close and smelled it. Her perfume had migrated from her neck ...
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pen on: October 22, 2018, 11:17:02 AM

Each step the pigs take in the mud of the pen makes a squelching sound, as their feet sink in the earth. Their noses guide them through the mud, sniffing for the faintest scent of table scraps from their farmer owners. How they can smell in what seems a mess of manure is a miracle of nature. Short breathy guttural grunts emanate from the corners of the pen as they move around. The smallest pigs are still a soft pink on top, while the older pigs are scaly and hairy, reminding us where the epithet pig originated. My mind drifts to morning bacon, smoky and salty, and then to pork ribs, sweet and smoky and succulent. Then I look at the pigs and wonder how we go from mud pen to food. If it tastes good, we humans will put up with anything even pig sh..
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lights on: October 21, 2018, 11:57:33 AM

The lights are off because the power is out. No matter how many times I press the buttons, they will not come back. The storm came suddenly riding the wind. Snow and rain fell for hours, and water clinging to the trees formed an ice cast around them. Trees cracked with thunder under the weight of the ice, and dragged the power lines with them. Now we sit unsettled, staring at candles, and playing cards, the anticipation of the lights coming back on always in our consciousness. But itís been days, and our anticipatory senses are burned out from constant activation. In moments, we relax into it, enjoying the silence huddled under warm blankets, happy for a break from everyday normality. But mostly we want the lights to come back on.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Thunder on: October 21, 2018, 11:30:57 AM
Thanks, appreciated!!
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