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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 / Hammock on: February 19, 2018, 02:14:30 PM
Cotton stretching to it's wits end. Your body is comforted similar to when you were a child. Your eyes constantly squinting, a headache in your forehead like you wouldn't believe. Wood blocking the sun slightly but still shining through. The palm tree non existent around though. The book is your only source of relief and entertainment. Sun tan lotion chemicals emanating from your pores; sand working it's way in to clog them. Every grain of sand, a tiny rock, collapsing in your hand like play-dough. The tide rolls in; the crash; the sound of peace. Hair being yanked by the fabric beneath and being blown toward the tide.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Altar on: February 19, 2018, 02:08:38 PM
Soft woods collects cheap white paint. Shoes sweaty, knees trembling. The beginning of the end. Heart beating fast; trying to find love to calm yourself. The smell of dirt and leaves disintegrating into oil. A man with a black robe speaking in a way that even he no longer understands. Sweaty fingers rubbing on your tuxedo. The mixing taste of alcohol and bubble gum from champagne and pepto bismol from before. Eyes gleaming in the crowd; looking for a mistake, not hoping, but looking. Her walk is slow, the uncertainty rising with every turned head she sees.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: February 17, 2018, 04:15:05 PM
Warm bloody hands hold a cold sharp chisel, pounding every fragment out. Dust and debris fly. The stone feels like sandpaper. Flags raise, wind whipping. The stone castle stands strong. Iron chains hold what men's muscle cannot. The smell of rot, hay, and herd animals. The whole kingdom smells of this except the throne. The golden chair lined with violet padding. Red rugs draped up high and on the floor. Humid, heart beating fast. Trays of apples and uncured meat float around. Messengers come in, peasants appeal, begging, tears, silent whispers, but they get shut down. The outside pastures are green and lush. The grass is soft, the dirt cold, and the sunlight in full bloom. Unlike the castle; dense with fog, sickness, and greed. Old kings with white beards raise children more greedy than themselves. Old wooden wheels, misshapen from the rocks trolley along  the dirt streets just wanting out. Man will escape this treacherous land, only to poison another.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: February 16, 2018, 10:40:51 AM
The summer heat raining down. It's blurry in the distance, like an illusion in the desert. Car barely managing to keep it under 95 degrees. Sweat pouring down out of every pore in your face. All your clothes feeling wet, all you hear is hot air blowing and a radio reporter in the background. You park and waddle out; the door opens. Pure silence, cold silence. Cold air radiating not only from the air conditioning but from the trays of milky sugary goodness. Cold leather touches your wet back and the plate is dropped. The ice cream melting into a shake on top of the rich cocoa flavor of the brownie. Flaky on top but rich and dense on the inside. Fudge oozes out of the center and you are transported to your childhood. No worries other than when you're getting ice cream again.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bronco on: February 15, 2018, 09:38:36 AM
Trotting along, hoofs hitting the sand like dirt and not making a sound. Over the hill are the grassy plains. Brown with a white nose and black legs. He wonders free, his black mane soft, his eyes are big; black with a brown ring inside. You can see his muscles stretching and working as he gallops through this oasis of his. Wind whips through him, stirring up the tumbleweeds. When you come to this place it seems quiet, but if you really listen you hear it. Blue birds chirping, cow's mooing and the tree leaves have a song of their own. Clear cold waters flow downstream, purifying the rocks beneath it. The sky's reflection on the water; a beautiful mirror. The bronco's hair is short but soft, not scaly and slick like those salmon. Th river brings life and death. The river brings salmon and trout which brings in the bears. Furry, jaws, and heavy breathing. Claws like you wouldn't believe; a fierceness. But when he's fishing, all seems calm.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: February 14, 2018, 11:35:14 AM
Stomped down grass. A muddy earth from a stampede. A line like a line getting to the watering hole, only this is for pleasure. Wood cracking, metal stretching as the pendulum swings back and forth holding a screaming child. Sunshine beams down piercing every cloud, molecule, and the atmosphere to be here. Muddy shoes swing toward your head asking to be pushed every time. You'll remember the times out here, for swings are heavily used and then forgotten. The grass pushes up from the root piercing the dirt just like the sun. There's no more noise, the stampede has left. The pendulum swings alone, only friends with the wind.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mascara on: February 13, 2018, 09:27:19 AM
Plastics jarring around, hitting each other as you grab and try a million of them. Finally mascara, a soft brush scooping up your eye lashes. Rubbing what almost seems like charcoal. A black crusty piece of coal. The same that use to start the grill. Each black coal being subjected to the other's heat until they're all red hot. The taste of grease, meat, and peppers sauteing in the pan. The sweet but tangy taste of barbecue sauce. You can hear the meat sizzle each time it's turned over. Knife carving into the meat, cutting what was once a kind animal. Living with the herd, knees stiff, fur soft but hard from the mud in some spots. Eyes big but not wide and as black as the night. Moo's in the distance, it's feeding time.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spy on: February 12, 2018, 11:01:39 AM
Heat. Explosions between him and her and actual explosions. Tight leather strapped around his leg and shoulders holding dangerous weapons. Ominous clouds above likely to rain but it never does. Dusty stone, each one enough to crush a man is what makes this castle. A soft red rose, a jolt, feeling like his feet are going through his knees as he jumps from ledge to ledge. Air hits him drying his eyes like a tornado, but it's not raining. Mechanical, grease, oil and a million controls descend; the helicopter is here to pick him up. One click of metal  and he's being hoisted up. He needs to shave, stubble growing while he's running out of patience. Craving that oak from the bar back home, that soft yellow light.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tulips on: February 10, 2018, 10:20:34 AM
The wet damp of spring , fresh and soft, shoved into an industrial plastic bag. Spring time, pollen and fake love. Hard pressed cardboard rubs against itself being lifted off. The aroma of cocoa, of chocolate, of cherries and creme. Soft to the touch, like velvety silk. Slightly hard but the caramel on the inside drips out of one and the taste of burnt sugar and cocoa go hand in hand. The teddy bears scruff feels like an old rug, but he's cute. Sown by children in a dusty dirty place of machines and dread. Fingers being gouged by sewing machines, lunch breaks non existent, and the dying hope of a better life. But he is cute. After all has arrived, the cold phone goes to your ear and you gab on about each other for hours; warming the leather beneath you. You sit in your big house of cold hard tile, big TV's and soft beds. Big doors made of fake wood, still grainy to the touch and gold arching door handles. The smell outside of grass and spring, reminding you of your tulips.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Donut on: February 09, 2018, 09:22:24 AM
Yellow light seeping through the car window. Warming the black leather. There's an energy in me, and anticipation, but I'm not sure where we're going. Hard turn, wheels straining, not perfectly in the lines. The door to the shop opens an inch and you smell it. The aroma of perfectly measured flour, sugar, butter, and yeast rising before your eyes. A constant hum of the conveyor belt reminding you that the goodness isn't stopping. Warm, perfectly shaped, and the texture like a pillow. The icing no longer liquid, but not a solid either. One bite, is this where heaven lies? Or maybe it was just a good morning.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / New Orleans on: February 08, 2018, 10:28:39 AM
Lights flickering from a fire . Grainy, the wood cold to the touch. A sweet spicyness hits your nostrils, the smell of gumbo. The warm inviting smell of craw fish. Outside there is cold steel, notes and energy. Beads, a blank sky, and a beautiful city. A certain rhythm being transferred, not a lack of care but a cause for celebration.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / ankle on: February 07, 2018, 08:51:07 AM
Toes doing tiny circles waiting for joints to pop and release. Joints stressed like a tightrope that's being walked on. A loud crack, the sun in your eye and you're off. Each stride getting faster, feeling the wind hit your face like it's being sand blasted. Smelling the warm spring air and dandelion pollen. Each time your foot hits the track it gets tested, tension and release. The sound of fast marching like an army. The finish line; when the soldiers get to come home from war. Lungs feeling like a clogged vacuum, light headed and dizzy. The smooth fabric of your shorts scrape against your dry sandpaper hands as you lean over. Metal taps on the concrete, your legs feel as though you're on stilts. You've given it your all, but it wasn't enough.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Aisle - Word of the Day on: February 06, 2018, 10:19:10 AM
Hundreds of bristles sweep across cold white tile. Catching the tiny floating particles that people march in with. The smell of new plastic, the sound of drinking fountains and children arguing with their parents. You feel disoriented, as though you're a mouse wandering through a maze. Rusty wheels with bald rubber clang back and forth as they can no longer turn properly. Cold refreshments and tasty snacks zeroing in on you as you try to defy the gauntlet and pay. Bright neon signs, fake voices of interest in what you're looking for and a longing for home.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Dolphin on: February 02, 2018, 10:38:59 AM
Slick. The waters rush over him like slick rubber. Dozens of  white razor blades chew into scales and white meat. Acrobatics in the air come to meet the warm sun in this blue desert. Seagulls dropping down for nibbles. The dolphin lands and water hits my face to cool it. The smell of fish and the ocean; he makes a sound of excitement but not fulfillment. Bossy trainers with white boots and blue shirts shout their demands at him to appease the crowd.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: window pane on: February 01, 2018, 10:44:52 AM
Drops trickle down on a one way river. Wet to the touch. Your skin feels the radiant heat rising, fighting the outside cold. While water comes raining down every so often, pelting snow comes to meet it on the other side. The radiator has a constant calming buzz, you get goosebumps as soon as you touch the condensation. The glass struggling to acclimate to both environments reminds you of the motor inside. Your nerves take over, but again you look outside at the white canvas on top of the city and it calms you. An old tan building sits across from your apartment, the stone smooth to the touch, but you can feel every little crevice and divot on your hand. The snow mashes under your feet making a perfect imprint as you walk. Your hair swirling in the wind, lips chapped and dry as the cold air hits them.
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