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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 / 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.
2  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.
3  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!
4  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.
5  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. 
6  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.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Card on: February 25, 2019, 11:03:18 PM
Thank you very much!
8  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.
9  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....
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Marker on: February 21, 2019, 02:47:20 PM
Thank you
11  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.....
12  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.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Desk on: February 15, 2019, 02:32:34 PM
                    "What if he just didn't care...." I hear Monica's voice fade out as I swiftly make my way past the water cooler. Drama spoken between the two shorter skirts in the office, it's typical. The bulletin board tacked up to the moldy wall sits just outside of their conversation, I make a quick glance at the oversize Calendar as to remind myself what day it is. Friday! I'm darting past cubicles and singing a joyful song under my breath. There's softness in the office today as my feet swift the astro turf carpet. I walk up to the copier and wait for the machine to disrupt any nearby train of thought. I finally hear the gears start turning, I grab the warm papers and make the hike back to the corner of the office. I find the walks around the dismal pungent office to be quite rewarding at times. I see the stress levels, the don't cares, ....
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fox on: February 14, 2019, 02:42:14 PM
                 Like tears running down a babies cheek, I watched as she stepped out of the bathtub onto the red plush mat and the water ran down her thighs. Silky and tan. The candlelight bouncing off the darkened and shadowy walls made her skin glow even more. I wanted to leap from that bed and just grab her and hold her. Run my fingers all over her. I waited patiently however, this night was going to take some time. The ride had just begun and I tell ya boys, that's how she made every day feel. Like a smooth exciting ride. Not just Valentines day. As she patted down her legs and golden skin that ran up to her belly button ring and so on, she glanced up at me. Smiling and biting her lip. I thought man! "What a fox, I'm seriously the luckiest man." Treating her for Valentines was something any man could handle but it was the laughs in between the evening wine sips that made her night special. She loves to laugh and I love to watch her laugh. The night had only begun...
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Comb on: February 12, 2019, 01:31:13 PM
                    Getting ready. The school year is in full swing, mom peeks her head in my room saying... " it's time to get up". I wrestle, claw, and bite at the warmth of my blanket. Finally, I arise and flick on the light switch near the door. My fan up above begins to propel and the light scares every last shadow away. I search with crescent eyes around for the faded levi's I had worn the day before. I raise my leg preparing for the abrasive stitching to wake my sleeping leg hairs up almost losing balance but maintaining control. I walk over to the dresser that a top is clustered with all sorts of paper wads and permission slips unsigned and reach for the bottom drawer. Pulling the two fading gold colored handles toward me, I grab a t- shirt. Next, a b- line from my room to the bathroom. Flicking on that light and grabbing the comb. I'm about ready....
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