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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: Child on: September 21, 2019, 03:55:29 AM
Man. Thatís just damn gorgeous. I KNOW that moment. Nicely done.

Child
A child is a verse playing her way toward a chorus. Planting her toes in a sandy melody lilting under lifeís tide. She sings worlds into the clouds. Friends from the pulsing wind. Harmonizing with plastic dolls caked in dirt and leaves. Fingers strumming twigs from waving locks under willow branch shredded sun. The percussion of a car door scoring Daddyís return.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Lagoon on: September 10, 2019, 11:38:01 PM
Thanks! Iím glad you dig it.  Cheesy
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lagoon on: September 10, 2019, 11:40:55 AM
I get more of a kick out of an entree of metaphor than I do scrawling description. All ten minutes spent really tasting different combinations. So, today mine is short.

Lagoon
I lounged in the lagoon of your eyes. Drifting out of consciousness against your stareís languid lap. The candlelit waves of cool affection over an iris-green reef. The laughter of dishes lying before patrons in the jungle somewhere out of my sight. The cityscape grating moonlight across the table.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Shoe Laces on: September 01, 2019, 01:35:14 PM
Heheheh, a day in the teaching life! Lol. Dig it.  Grin

Iíll drop mine here for today.

Shoe Laces
Dead octopus arms dragged across dry land. Crowdsurfing the grass. I ding my only progeny with the useful side of my voice. A notification he swipes away from his attention. Destiny starts rolling dice over playtime. It smatters white gloves against its sky blue vest with a lengthy backwards grin grabbing its golden pocket watch hung on a gravity chain. The waiting game. Iím on the move. Hurdling sliding back doors, lawn chairs, dog poop obstacle courses carefully hidden by Kiki. Too late. Crumpled against the ground like a human knot, the siren of a son. Call to a higher power. And god me
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tie on: July 29, 2019, 06:59:22 PM
Nice description of nerves right before going on. I dig it.

Tacking mine onto your thread here:

Tie
I hoist the smoke signal up to the edge of my neck. Open for business. I slink an arm over the matte black briefcase and frolic through the noisy world slapping around outside to the car. Butt reclining, legs angled for liquid transport, a clean hand twists the ignition alive under a toasting morning sky. The warm roll of grunts steaming from the engine hurls my lazing body towards a mocha hyped row of handshakes and phone calls to slide into the money lining home plate. Hoping for a grand slam. A bunt would be cool, too. The carís edges sizzle. I bask in the buffer of icy air cleaning the sweat from my brow. The lizard grey roads wind over each other while I bully my face into smiling
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Toaster on: July 23, 2019, 12:17:34 AM
I like that last sentence. I like it all. Blackened edges. Like that too. Good read, too. Right there with you. 

Toaster
Houstonís invisible countdown. My eyes ticking over the audience of my tongue. The foaming scents of berry-sweet smoke. Hidden lava orange beneath the chrome crust plugged and powered from the wall. The burst is immediate. I eject from the floor as it explodes into my visionís atmosphere and sinks to a grippable peek. Teasing and glancing its heavy sugar breath like a call to another world. A dimension of senses razzing me and goading me forward. Through the vortex and tumbling my gums against her cooked dough alien surface. Temperature hot. Mineral content: toxic, physical stimulation: ecstatic.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Leg on: July 20, 2019, 05:00:21 AM
Should I try to warm up and THEN start my timer?  Or, just, it is what it is kind of thing?

Whateverís easiest on you.
Set the timer for 10 minutes and 10 seconds and start from complete scratch. Donít even think about what you might say before telling Siri to start the timer. If you get only 2 sentences, thatís 2 good sentences of warmups. Once youíre in the habit, youíre in the habit, and the brain just hops to it.
Thatís easiest for me, at least.
Whateverís easiest on you.  Grin
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Wand on: July 20, 2019, 02:10:14 AM
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lungs hot with movement
Man, I know that feeling. Love your sense bound language. Grabs me.

Wand
Pierce the sky. Hands contracting. Beads surfing down my skin. Clouds foam at the mouth and draw a breath of earth. The dull tongue-lull of my aching foot begging for attention. Desiccated words crack and poison the wind. My lips expand and fall together like end-of-dusk shutters. The sky grabs its stomach and pales into midnight turquoise. Alone against the backdrop of a hill clutching the world while her grassy whiskers twirl and lift to the mottled mouth of heaven
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Leg (open invitation to post here) on: July 18, 2019, 08:07:37 PM
I like reading the stuff you cats write, and I often donít check many other posts. I dig posting the exercises together under one topic, as I find myself reading more that way, so post your object writing here if it doesnít make you uncomfortable. Working to kickstart this trend so I read more of what you cats are writing.

Leg
Two cheerleaders bucking and kicking per routine. Encouraging you forward. Forecast of door at the end of the hall. Muffled steps rubbing their echos against coffee cream walls. Vacuum fresh remnants twisting by your nose. Hands calm with sweat, and you clear them on a landing of pant. A white door expands, looming unknown heart palpitations somewhere in the cosmos beyond. Plastic quivering and dog-shaking as you switch hands and palm fragrant greetings against your chest. Fist extended. Crooked and leaning into a soft but present knock.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Bus on: July 10, 2019, 11:59:11 PM
That middle section moved quick. Action packed description. Dig it, man. Definitely dig it.

I’ll tag along again.
Bus
A bus is a gun barrel loading and unloading silver haired bullets dressed in outfits of all makes. The door to the chamber unlooses and a foot fires into sidewalk and ricochets to work. The gun chimes and snarls towards new targets. Bam. Reload. Set the city in motion. Action. The glass clatter of change against scruffed bills in pockets being twisted and rolled and unfurled through hungry fingers sniffing for easy blood. Hunched under the heavenless glow overheading the plaster box with a wire lined crookedly into industrial plastic telephone. The devil’s-grin computer glow in a
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Cyclone on: July 10, 2019, 11:13:42 PM
Aww, just read this. Thanks for the compliment!  Cheesy
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Cyclone on: July 09, 2019, 10:55:42 PM
Wow. Loving the imagery. Really feeling the looming insignificance as I read your piece. ďFierce stallions rearing up out of the horizon galloping towards me.Ē Love that line. Tasty.

Rather than ĎNew Topicí, Iím just gonna throw my daily exercise here.

Cyclone
The sky came undone, jettisoning a crumbling wall of water to stone us in wet. Bone fingers wrapped in cold skin thrust tight against each otherís gummy windbreakers in the umbra of huddling eyebrows over foot detonated ponds of water scraping the curbs of the street, screaming treble ricochets into the motor of wind bellowing like a hundred monstrous dying dogs. Slick tuffs of cruel sky scratch, wallow, shake. Bending around itself as we run inside. The flag of Give-No-Fucks being waved by
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Frisbee on: July 05, 2019, 10:29:51 PM
Crossing the bounds of the wind, I slip into the gruff metal links surrounded by waves of pedestrian chatter, lazy shoulder sun walks, and blue breeze cut grass. Stern eyes loosen and fish a fist of victory out of the air. Sun burnt sniffs wag against the bottom of the landing and tongue waggles let webs of spit string the air. The straw cereal-crunch of grass underfoot approach, and Iím lifted, hoisted like a trophy, gleaming unrealistic green and glossing the sun into passing eyes. ďNext hole.Ē And the pack of humans unfurls themselves to the next
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lighting 💡 on: July 03, 2019, 07:00:31 PM
The lampís tail shook shadows in the crevices of his ramshackle face. He lazed a leftover eye, like blood streaked coffee, up to the cloud with her sleeves rolled up. ďReady?Ē the cloud cooed setting the puff of her knuckles in line for another lightning strike in the gloom of a corner warehouse buried in shriveled, uncivilized woods. His eye dropped again. A wheezing heave balancing under his chest. The cloud rolled itself together and sparked a charge from heaven and into the stones behind his lips. Meteoric in size
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Sock on: July 03, 2019, 06:38:04 PM
Heheheh  Grin I like this.
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