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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 / Fox on: November 14, 2018, 03:02:41 PM
                       "Ahhh, there she is man!" I quickly mumble under my breath toward my best friend, hitting him in the chest with my hand. He lets out a groaning, "I see her". I can't help but stare, my locker part way closed as I peer over my arm that rests upon the locker door. The echoes of the locker slams, peers of mine babbling on about gossip, and the tick of the clock all disperse into the flaky painted yellow brick walls of the school. Look at her. She's confident, you can tell that by the way she holds herself and the way she walks. Her ponytails blowing along as she marks her path along the tile floor. She smiles so gently as her dimples sink so softly inward. Ohhh man. She's a fox! She's also a senior... and of course I'm stuck in the first wing of the school in the freshman hall. I have to do something to get her too look at me, now is my chance.....
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Roller Coaster on: November 13, 2018, 02:41:14 PM
                  The shimmer of dew on the grass wraps all around the headstones and black metal fencing. I find her stone and gently seat myself upon it. She doesn't have much to say, if she says anything at all. Grandma's always been a good listener though and this time is no different as I go on about little sisters wedding. The wedding this past weekend. "It was pure bliss Grandma!" I tell her about little sis's white floral embroidered dress, how her hair was perfectly tangled into a beautiful blonde hive laying upon her head, and the rollercoaster of emotions that weaved its way through every step the bride took and every look from her eyes into the man of her dreams eyes. The night went by fast. Champagne, family, catered barbecue chicken, and hardwood shuffling, prancing, and dancing. "We had a blast Grandma, and certainly wish you could of been there!". 
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: LA on: November 08, 2018, 03:18:09 PM
Enjoyed that!
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: November 08, 2018, 03:15:55 PM
                   The echoes of conversation dart from the heightened ceiling to the large theater like walls. A sea of people dressed in caquies, ironed dress shirts, and finely embroidered dresses stretch from the very back row of pews to the stage. Standing and talking and waiting for the speaker to begin. The stage is big enough to hold an orchestra. The room smells of linen, coffee, Jansport backpacks, and leather bound notebooks. The notebooks waiting to be pressed on with integrity by the their owner and his/her pen. The lights begin to flicker, and the babal of loud conversation hushes down to a murmur in a instant. The lights bring the large room to a dim shadowed intimate hall. I feel closer to the everyone in the room now. The speaker begins to make her way out on stage. She sports a navy jacket with 3/4 sleeves, dark burgundy framed glasses, loose breezy dark dress pants, and brunette hair just past her shoulders. Grabbing the mic she begins...."The Key....to success...."
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / radiator on: November 03, 2018, 04:47:44 PM
               The fence topped off with barb wire lines the perimeter. The east Texas sun shines down on the heaps of metal. From a distance that's all it looks like. Heaps of metal placed in some kind of orderly fashion. I hear over the speakers in the shop barn behind me, "Customer in search for Econoline 350 radiator". I patiently wait, with right hand balled up playfully hitting the palm of my left. I don't want to make it look like I'm in hurry, there may be a chance I get better service that way. I hear disturbance of  gravel behind me. I turn and a big belly of man with an untucked blue pinstripe shirt walks up. Wiping his hands off on an oily rag. The rag and his shirt look like the welcome mat at the shop entrance. Neither here or there, I ask him how it's going today, he just nods and starts walking into the jungle of metal. Ignoring the lights and beeps of over head equipment. "Mike' his shirt says, has done this a time or two if I had to guess. I follow close behind him wondering if a hard hat is needed, I keep my mouth shut however.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fish on: November 02, 2018, 02:32:16 PM
The salt water rubs against my scales
I'm heading out to deeper water today
The flow that I have learned to grasp, with time
I'm grooving to, everything is well

The mid morning sun beams some light
refracting off the corral below me
I swifty venture down inches away from the garden
I feel electricity, like it's pulling me in
but I have to places to be, water to see

If Mom were still around, she'd be here
No doubt, by my side
It's alright though, the sun has now hit my face
The water rolls off my back
I hear motion below me
I gaze down deep
to find an octopus waking
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Leaves on: November 01, 2018, 01:49:32 PM
                     It's fall in Michigan. A long slow cruise up to the Upper Peninsula has taken ahold and encompassed our weekend. It's gratifying as I take a look out the window of this old white ford, leaves of all different colors, the shores embody a rusty tint to them as they reflect off the trees and the sea of colors flowing endlessly. A chill goes down my back. I can't help and turn to my dad and give him a grin. The motion of the truck rounding bends and making the drive below the tunnel of light gets me moving back and forth. My head nodding and bobbing as the radio plays some song about the seeking out of love. A rocker. A roller. Four hours until the Mackinac Bridge... I can hold on to this motion that long, no doubt. Unknowingly making memories, accompanied by the brisk Michigan air and the sound of gravel....
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Undefined on: October 31, 2018, 01:33:11 PM
                    I watch his lips move but I can't make out what he is saying exactly. He has one hand under my armpit and he is lifting, I can feel that much. The snow is falling through where the window used to be and onto my arm. I feel myself start to rise out from my seat a little at a time. Little hoisting motions. The leather once cold under me is no longer relative. I start to feel the slap of wind across my face and realize something is wrong with me. The man precedes to talk to me, he keeps me answering. He is still clearly undefined. I shake my head and begin to push off the floorboard of the truck. It was then I realized I was in a ditch.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bowtie on: October 30, 2018, 12:59:30 PM
                   "Everything is set, sir". A nervous "Thank you" struggles to release itself from his tongue. One more shot out the flask and b- line to the coat rack to meet with the groomsman. Their laughter echoes off the hardwood. Anticipation from the dancing candle light flows into the tapping of the little tikes shoes prancing around to the the eyes of the Mother in law to be, watching all the chaos unfold. The warm overpowering smell of linen welcomes the whiffs of everyone coming in from the brisk New England air. Meanwhile near the coat rack, gathering themselves, straightening their bowties, and finishing up their stories of last nights adventure, are the groomsman. Ready to charge.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Star on: October 29, 2018, 01:31:58 PM
                     The wheels of the office chair rolled slightly left as she sat down, pressing out the air that was held inside the leather. She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. Blowing some of the corners of the papers up, papers that sat on her desk and never seemed to vanish. Always playing catch up she thought. Time had long pressed on through the day, the office building was quiet once again and she found herself looking around the low lit room full of cubicles, working late. Her thoughts took her away into the night air onto the other side of town where a warm plate of lasagna was being placed in front of her seven year old. A fixing her husband specialized in. She snapped back, facing the heavy office air with her nose to the window. Looking up at a lone star.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Poodle on: October 27, 2018, 03:10:06 PM
                 She had bell bottom jeans on and curls down to her shoulders. Blonde. Beautiful. She sat next to me at a joint down on the row known as Bobby's. The condensation dripping from her beer now sat complacent on here fingertips. She had gorgeous hands. All of sudden she spoke up and asked me about my guitar and what was going on within the confines of this establishment.  One more thing that triggered my "longing to be near her" was her accent. Straight from the UK. I went on focusing on her eyes as I told her about the songwriters and stories that will soon be heard on stage under the fan blades near the door. She nodded and we talked. I asked her if she smoked and she started toward the door with a nod. Her bell bottoms dragging mysteriously along the hardwood, I followed her like a dog. Keeping it as chill as I could. I packed out two cigarettes as I bolted my back to the door and stepped back as to hold it open for her specifically. A drizzle was falling as she pointed toward a puddle. "Watch out for the poodle" she spoke. My heart went haywire.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Menu on: October 27, 2018, 02:51:03 PM
I'm with him ^^^. Excellent piece!
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Road on: October 26, 2018, 03:17:43 PM
                 The railroad tracks separates the town. A fence runs along those railroad tracks. The fence mostly remains caked with fall leaves, cardboard, and the fragments of clothing taken from daredevils and thrillseekers. Halloween rolls around and no one with a sensible mind would cross that fence line. It's a trap, a haunted amusement that puts smirks on testoroned filled boys and petty girls looking for an arm to hold. Lingering breaths and screams have been heard on the other side of those tracks and late into Halloween night the hallows of Jefferson street will be walked upon by the eyes of strangers. Everyone in town knows about Jefferson street.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tear on: October 25, 2018, 01:11:44 PM
                         In the kitchen, my back to the vanity and my hands grabbing the edge of the countertop. Another deep, slouched shoulder conversation. She looks at me with the test in her hand. The water drips from the faucet down onto the ceramic bowl and gets me to turn away for a second. The evening light lights up the backyard and my face. I turn back around and she's gone. Into the bathroom, a routine we've fallen into and don't plan on giving up. I stare at the knob of the bathroom and I'm anxious. Like a dog waiting for his owner to dump food into his bowl, I squeeze the side of the countertop tighter and wait. Along the back of the couch is a straight B- line to the bathroom door. She swings the bathroom door open, the hinges let out a tiny scream, and a tear is running down her cheek. She runs to me screaming "YES! My heart drops.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Menu on: October 24, 2018, 01:41:54 PM
                  He bends at the knees and jumps up on the curb, the legs of his khaki pants whoosh in puff. He runs to the glass door. His seven year old hands tighten around the stainless steel handle. He looks up at me as he holds the door open. I smile and say "Thank you dude". The warm air rushes in and takes place of some of the AC that one lingered in the air.  The grease in the air is thickening but withstandable. The gold arches are known for there grease. I hold the next door open for him, the tile floor patters under his spider man laced sneakers. He runs in, anticipating the playground, the screams of younger kids, and the crisp of the nuggets. The little dude looks up at the menu and says "a four piece please".
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