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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wheel on: May 24, 2019, 09:20:42 PM
                Beer bottles clang, boots shuffle, the stale smell of liquor and sweat has long but settled, and voices are beginning to get louder as we have just ripped the high note off "Turn the Page", letting the amps finish out the rest. Abe approaches the mic and stands ready, ready to take on the crowd, sweat pours out of him. He yells out for a request and bites his lip as if second guessing what he had just done. He looks at me and I glaze over his eyes shrugging my shoulders. I look into the crowd and hear "Wagon Wheel". Here we go again boys.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Orchid on: May 06, 2019, 12:21:35 PM
            The land takes a deep breath and gets ready for the day. Dew rises up the rows and rows of thorny prickly vines down at the bottom of the  as the sun glistens the early morning. The shed door gently goes up at the top of the hill. The hands of Dave let the shed rope door freely takes its place and rest for the day to come. Dave, as he always has done, takes his place at the edge of the cement slab that meets the beginning of the hill overlooking the orchid. The shed, the office, the house all mixed into one building. Green shutters painted on a white panelled A- frame. Dave, old fashioned, sips on a cup of joe that just got done crackling over the open flame that sits just off the shed on the patio. Reflecting the brawny man as he puffs out his chest with his black and red checkered flannel, his thick hairy rope of an arm holds a tiny little coffee mug at the end of it, and the morning sun begins to cast light slowly onto his steel toes.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cheese on: April 03, 2019, 01:27:53 PM
                 It came melting down the side of the plate. Setting heat on the white plastic. In a slowly drizzle dripping motion I watched as the cheese fell from the corners of the chips almost as a young boy watches over an ant hill in his parents backyard, eyes peering down. Although this time I was 28 and gazing over the snack I had prepared not long after getting home from work. The echo of the microwave beeps were just leaving my ears as the warmth of velveeta steam and eroma wrapped its arms around the outside of my nose. I breathed in and those arms were soon making their way up my nose. I needed hot sauce, I made a quick turn on my heels and skipped the 7 or 8 tiles small square tiles that sat between the edge of the counter and the refrigerator. Graciously opening the black stainless steel hunk of a door, hearing the clinking of glass as I did so, I watched as the pickles floated around their humble domain and I quickly snatched up the Red Hot....
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flag on: March 07, 2019, 05:10:37 PM
                      The boy stands with his shoelaces blowing in the breeze. His hair died the color of our nations ..... He faces the monument looking up. Light gust of wind wind themselves over the railing leading themselves to the bow and to the flag. He squints his eye in order to fully see the embroidered weight of the flag that is hung above. Once hanging in a limp stage, the blue on top of red on top of white now blows like the shoelaces on the young boys feet. His mouth a little more than open. In awe perhaps. The boy, able to grasp the heaviness and burdens that have come with being able to fly this flag, stands in awe.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fish on: March 02, 2019, 06:20:16 PM
                     The moss and the wet dirt slushed up between our toes. My  brothers and I walked up to the green water with cane poles in our hands. The breeze blew just enough to ripple the end of our shorts. The sun bit at the back of our necks as we took our spots along the edge of our neighbors pond. Fish and minnows swam to and fro nibbling at the clouds of muck caused by the sinking of our feet. You could hear the cars rush by out on the road off to our backs. We knew there was life out there but we were to young to grasp why they were in such a hurry, we could barely give a damn. Our world was hidden. With a some muck water, a hole in the ground, and surrounded by popples and oak trees. Nothing like a Tuesday in the the summer.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Dragonfly on: February 27, 2019, 02:05:42 PM
Good stuff!  Y'all can go on to the board and click "New Topic" off in the top right hand corner and start your own post if you'd like. You may obtain more readers that way.
Just an FYI.         - Keep at it though!
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / String on: February 27, 2019, 02:00:32 PM
                      The morning sun broke through the smudged window of the bus. It broke and hit just the top of my head. I rode, bounced, and hopped with the all background noise of the other kids behind me. That was soon to dissapear. I was becoming anxious as we pulled up to her stop. I could see out the window, her standing there with her sister. She had short brown hair that fell down just to her shoulders, a dress that made me want hold her hand, and her hazel eyes- up close- made this third rock from the sun stop spinning. As she took the steps to get on the bus, my heart started to race as I noticed the empty seat right beside me. She sat. Whew! I must say something... think...think. Ahhhh - don't sound stupid!. Then I noticed it..."hey, you have a string hanging from your dress." "Oh" she said.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dragonfly on: February 26, 2019, 01:41:56 PM
                    We approach a small wooden bridge elevated over the running creek. Lilacs surround both edges, cattails hold up the banks. The dust of summer falls upon the chipped and heart carved railings. Samantha and I walk along the path, her hand rubs down my arm nearest to her as I feel her fingers entwine in mine. I feel myself lift off of the ground. We push down the wet earth with every step, I look at her saying nothing. I resist the urge to lean in. She's the marrying kind so I'm going to reist some more. I can tell she's not quite ready. We just walk. A dragonfly hums away leaving the warmth it had taken from the rail of the bridge. 
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sidewalk on: February 25, 2019, 11:18:22 PM
               I'm a silent road rager. Nestled in the cloth confines of my blue sunfire I'll scream the peel off a pickle. I could roll down the manual window and yell but it makes no difference, these idiot wouldn't drive any different and you run the risk of the sidewalk crawlers and runners looking at you strangely. I just can't afford that. The sound my car makes when coming to a complete stop is enough to strain necks and turn heads. My wife accuses my of owning this high school beaut for too long but it gets me around and that's all that matters. Well, that's not all that matters. The minimal amount of pay I spend on coverage for this rusty hanging sun faded four wheel runner helps pay for my hourly habit of nicotine. Those damn cigarettes. Cigarettes. You just can't get rid of the smell either. It took years to get it this bad smelling. I enjoy it.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Card on: February 25, 2019, 11:03:18 PM
Thank you very much!
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Card on: February 22, 2019, 06:05:19 PM
                     Ever since I was young I would send him a Christmas Card. I'd never hear back but I felt like he read it nonetheless. The glitter and sparkle to the cards would lessen as I got older and the messages that I wrote in black ink underneath the Hallmark passage would get a shorter and less joyous. Still, I never lost hope on him. Year after year I would truck out to the local post office in the snow. When I was finally able to drive and put that black crew cab chevy in park with no supervision I was so excited to tell him. Twenty- two years has gone by since I've seen him last. I can't imagine how he looks now or what I would even say to him if I saw him. I imagine though sadly, his old thick raincoat that he left in smells like scotch and cigarettes. I don't know if that girl he's living with is supplying him or not. I guess when it comes down to it... I would ask you questions pops. Why another year without you and no answer? Another Christmas.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Neon on: February 21, 2019, 02:58:47 PM
               Me and the boys were ansi riding in the back of the limo. Excited and talking over each other. Caleb is dressed down in his usual creased black dress pants with his black shoes, Blake is looking sharp in a beachy vibe button down, Ray is well on the heavy side but still looking good in a sport jacket. The crew we have tagged in on this ride is no joke. We're all sporting some head turning apparel with our own idea of what good cologne smells like. Toasting turn after turn. The long stretch of the ride hustles downtown. A saturday night in Detroit, MI. The row of overhanging and window flaring neon shimmers and flares off the painted black limo tint. Caleb's leg start to hope up and down. We're getting hot....
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Marker on: February 21, 2019, 02:47:20 PM
Thank you
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: February 19, 2019, 02:32:47 PM
                    A white board stretched from one side of the room to the other. Facing the class like an avalanche held still. The avalanche will soon be throwing brand new ways of thinking at us here soon. Algebra, English, Social Studies, etc. Mrs. Rouch finally appears, she closes the door and swings around, our heads all turn to the corner door where she stands. She apologizes for running late as she scurries her and her ankle low blue cotton dress over to the whiteboard. Very poorly maintained blonde hair falls down her back and lays very unappealing against the white polo she sports. She finally makes a swift nab at a black marker nearby, grabbing onto it, with a tug she pulls off the cap and begins to let the juice from the marker sink onto the whiteboard in the shape of the number four and then a line underneath, she precedes and draws the number five underneath that. "Fractions", she turns around and says.....
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / sunglasses on: February 16, 2019, 06:03:54 PM
                      Panama City beach. Long winding blacktop leading to surf shops, bars, clubs and the beach. The roads lined with palm trees swaying so freely and salt bristling through the air coming up over the sand castles that children tried their hands at. Here I am walking. The sun beating down. Women, trucks, and the hoots and hollers of refugees broken away from their parents, some for the first time, were all in my sights. I was one of those refugees. Broken free. You couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I flipped and flopped my excitement to anxiousness and back to excitement. I was ready to take on whatever came about. The three dudes that walked beside me felt the same. As we approached the chaos my heart grew, my hands were ready to feel the sweat rolling off the red solo cups glistened by the sparkle of underage alcohol. No turning back. I swear. I hid behind the shades only for awhile and then it was off from the races after a few empty solo cups.
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