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July 23, 2019, 01:22:00 AM
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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 / Re: Toaster on: Today at 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. 

Houston’s 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 vision’s 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.
2  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?

Whatever’s easiest on you.
Set the timer for 10 minutes and 10 seconds and start from complete scratch. Don’t even think about what you might say before telling Siri to start the timer. If you get only 2 sentences, that’s 2 good sentences of warmups. Once you’re in the habit, you’re in the habit, and the brain just hops to it.
That’s easiest for me, at least.
Whatever’s easiest on you.  Grin
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Wand on: July 20, 2019, 02:10:14 AM
lungs hot with movement
Man, I know that feeling. Love your sense bound language. Grabs me.

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
4  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 don’t 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 doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Working to kickstart this trend so I read more of what you cats are writing.

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.
5  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.
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
6  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
7  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. “Fierce stallions rearing up out of the horizon galloping towards me.” Love that line. Tasty.

Rather than ‘New Topic’, I’m just gonna throw my daily exercise here.

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 other’s 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
8  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 I’m lifted, hoisted like a trophy, gleaming unrealistic green and glossing the sun into passing eyes. “Next hole.” And the pack of humans unfurls themselves to the next
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lighting 💡 on: July 03, 2019, 07:00:31 PM
The lamp’s 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. “Ready?” 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
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Sock on: July 03, 2019, 06:38:04 PM
Heheheh  Grin I like this.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / 🧦 sock on: July 02, 2019, 11:21:02 PM
A sock is a soldier holding themselves crumpled across your floor. Spent from battle, fouling the world around him with the disdain of a real experience. The weight of humanity constantly collapsing upon him.  Begging for a lift and a wash. The ill-treated veteran of progress. I finally reach down, after it protested for my attention. Making a stink to the olfactory government. A consensus quickly ignited across the boundaries and boardrooms of my brain. To care for this
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Box on: June 27, 2019, 11:19:16 PM
Stained glass drenching the carpet in sunset orange and blue, my eyes reel for scissors. Steps. Launching myself across the moon and back. One big step for me and the dust starts clinging to the sky. Splitting the doorway to another universe wide. The future peers at me from inked confines. A journey with my fingers steering into space. Wildly wrapping themselves around the edges and hovering. Rising. Lessons growing in proximity and transitioning from fantasy to fortune. Letters talk to my eyes and wet them. The room hushes. Bound and anchored to the ends of my hands, a book. I grab time by the horns and drag it through the book. Shoulders crunched like a coke can at the end of its joy. Lips dancing silent words across my teeth.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Hummingbird on: April 09, 2019, 05:32:36 AM
mmm... yummy descriptives.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Key on: April 09, 2019, 05:28:34 AM
I dig this. I like your description of picking up the keys with your toes. Also dig the way you described leaving the scale unresolved. Smiley
Descriptive, and I could feel it.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: April 09, 2019, 05:19:18 AM
This time I broke the rules. So, first is the 10 minute object writing. Second is the edit. Shame on me. Okay, now the goods:

A flutter clockwise and the egg broke. Heirlooms glittered and perfumed the edges of my sight. Long lost beacons of crumbling lives stretched their wings like ghosts yawning their way out of hibernation. I eyed my brother from the horizon of my cheek and puffed my lips into satisfaction’s healthiest chest thump. Thumbs tucked under the dull lid and woke our treasure’s insides. Exposed and flying. We dressed our lips in spit and cradled the cards up into the modern air. Faces packed with intent brooding under ball caps

---(the edit)--
A flutter clockwise, and the egg broke. I froze. Against the fringe blade of my vision, heirlooms whispered the perfume of cigarettes. A resurrection from history’s neglected innings. Dead men’s chew coughing Grandpa’s boyhood stories through the broken seal of leathered memories. Ghosts yawning our way. I eyed my brother, lips puffed and toasting our pride. Thumbs lugged the lid wide, and my eyes stole a base. With a tongue dusting the dry off my lips, I clutched the glove.
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