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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Coffee on: February 07, 2019, 01:43:42 AM
so vivid!
"an enchantment of this sort"
"just enough light for you and your partner to hone in on each others conversation"
"colored marker and pulled straight out from an Art teachers 'to do' board"
"eyebrow flares"

Yeah! I dig this!
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Coffee on: February 07, 2019, 01:40:09 AM
Thanks, glad you dig it!  Cheesy
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: February 06, 2019, 10:46:03 PM
A warm loverís molten lips slip into mine. A sauna of bittersweet breath over my eyes, cool and sunken. Earthy palms bless sunlight against my face. I stretch and unfold eyelids clinging to the sandmanís cliffs. The world pours sunlight into view. Splashing the rhythm of sky and ground against the window. Dynamite waiting to break my soul open. Caves untouched. Gold and potential. Silver and adventure. My chair harrumphs defiantly to the leaning and crashing of my feet to the floor. For the door. To the patio. Concrete leaves browning like cri
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: December 08, 2018, 11:27:28 PM
The oak frame towers and broods with gold gleaming at its belt. A keyhole buckle sparking possibility and mystery, beckoning your right hand. Trembling like leaves ravished from trees you sweep an arm through cinnamon air and hurtle to a click. Time clings to the suspense. Your breath curls into a ready fist and the song of movement swings slowly open. Light unfolds. It trails the heavy
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: December 06, 2018, 09:42:10 PM
He exposes his lips to a desert drip. A searing sun of flavor rolls in after a yawn. Slippers wiggle over carpet and ice grips the windows. Skeleton trees squirm against blues-whinny wind like drunks at a jazz bar leaning towards the floor. He buries into a chair. Eyes lounging low. Scanning the steam and nothing beyond. Heat growls from a vent and foams into the room to usher him to slumberís gates. A trap meant to share his coffee with his lap. And it works pretty good, thinks his pajamas.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: dragonfly on: November 27, 2018, 01:26:45 AM
ooooooh
Hot sun in full command of this august weather!
I like this! I feel this scene!
"like an old western-dual"
oh, so good.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Dragonfly on: November 27, 2018, 01:24:38 AM
Good, solid sense-bound writing!
"Silent like a thought" I like that!  Cheesy
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dragonfly on: November 27, 2018, 01:21:36 AM
Wings glitter and beat. A slender pipe body ghosting and hovering across the pond lazing in shallow ripples. A momentís flash of splash and the small ghost is gone. Some excited stomach is digesting on the descent through waterís envelope. Under murky sunlight bumping itís way through the maze of waves the reach of claws and smooth-rock feet torpedo towards the shore. A hard jacket clinging to its body. Weathered and strong.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tissue on: November 23, 2018, 09:12:46 PM
A tissue is a cloud wiping the yolk from the sky, smearing the spray of dawn, day, and dusk over her watering eyes of a Texas countryside. We melt our feet across leaves and dirt strolling for a breath to slump our shoulders to. A small, faintly present star of fingers curls around mine and sneeze games of pretend against our tree and insect backdrop. Hold, release, disappear into the painting of Texas memory. A single drop of time gone as soon as a cloud loses itís billowing body to the invisible sigh of the atmosphere. Scent of bark and highways swishing behind the horizon. ďCome on,Ē
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Happy thanksgiving everyone on: November 23, 2018, 08:59:07 PM
Cheers!  Cheesy
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dream Catcher on: November 10, 2018, 04:40:27 AM
A thousand flies tethered in the air. Each a melody of a dream. You relax the walls and open your eyes, and the aroma of the sky floods in. Crashing into hopes and frights foaming and rocking and barely steering clear of wave after wave of unrelenting boom. The muffle of drowning. The saltwater fear. The pound of a heart under a leaking roof. A vessel of a head, fighting with oared arms of persistence. And you stare at the expanse for one brief, clear moment. An endless horizon of possibility. Chopped to pieces by giants of the sea
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Clock on: November 02, 2018, 07:04:38 PM
Thanks Bumbletoes!
I'm glad you dug it!
Keep reaching for those delectable, shimmering sensory descriptions!
They're the perfect treat for hungry eyes!   Cheesy
13  Metaphors & Similes / Metaphors & Similes / God is a barista... on: October 29, 2018, 01:39:05 AM
God is a blue aproned barista, and as you ascend in your plane, you drink in whip cream clouds aerosoled over a sweltering cup of Texas desert.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Clock on: October 29, 2018, 12:10:15 AM
Youíve written so many wonderful associations here!
Love this!
Rigor mortise of the mind! Yasssss Cheesy
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Clock on: October 28, 2018, 11:37:47 PM
Fat block numbers count down, departure descending toward me. The horizon of time puncturing my temple with the profound chuckle of a headache. A cackle of thirst. A tap on my shoulder from altitude. Onyx shoes glint over cat grey socks and airport travelers waft behind me, a procession of adventurers rolling squawking luggage into a fading oblivion of out-of-sight out-of-mind. I cross my legs. They hold their breath over a gold-green ottoman and juke for comfort. Blood un-damming and sun-warm refreshment being sipped up by my toes.
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