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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 / Comb on: January 12, 2019, 04:25:50 PM
                       The alarm begins to go off as her hand slips from under the sheets and begins to rise up toward the night stand in search of the piercing morning time do sayer. Gravity takes a hold of her hand and brings it down just touching the off button. She pulls herself up and out of bed. A groggily walk toward the bathroom, her slippers gliding along the white tile, she finally makes it to the mirror. Looking up, she smiles. Through the smudges in the mirror and the questionable scratches, she see herself and feels charmed. She smiles. Her face gleaming, dimples showing, and teeth bright as ever. Her fingers find the handle of the comb as she grips onto it. She begins to work out the knots her hair has given to her in reward for a good night sleep.   
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / baseball hat on: January 11, 2019, 01:58:37 PM
Look at us looking back on the struggles
and all the waves that have crashed our beach
one thing has remained constant
Constant between you and me

The loads of compassion we have one another
That we've held onto since the early days
When leaning into one another for a polaroid
signified our lives were about to change

Oh I how remember those summers
Baseball filled the airs
I would run out of the dugout
Look to my left, into the fence, and you'd be there

The years have passed by quickly now
our skins a little worn
baseball hats and aging
are nothing to the love we've endured
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wind on: January 11, 2019, 12:48:18 AM
                   Night time had fallen on the streets of St. Louis. The lamps lit up the parts of the sidewalk you try to remain in. My black shoes tapping away in the deathly quiet outskirts of the city. Accompanied by the occasional buzzing of the lamp light and bugs leaving the warmth of the fluorescent glow. The drifting echo of police sirens reminded me that I wasn't too far away. I was heading into the rustle of it all. My black trench coat hung low over my bottom, my hat hung low just over my eyes, and my hands tucked in the pockets still getting hit by the occasional chill blowing in off the mississippi. I was on a mission..
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: dream catcher on: January 11, 2019, 12:28:20 AM
Well done dude!
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dream catcher on: January 09, 2019, 06:37:18 PM
    My Grandpa was a dream catcher. He was light on his feet when he would approach you, sliding in from nowhere. A lit cigarette in his left hand and a margarita in the right. He would sit down the glass and ask you about your day. Eyes fixated on you and your words. Grandpa would take it all in. Word after word until you were done with your story or banter. He would then take a deep breath, grab his margarita, take a sip, and put it back down. As the green ripples of lime and alcohol settled down Grandpa would then speak. His smooth baritone voice cutting through any dust in the air that lingered between you and him. His knowledge of understanding all of one's emotion was immaculate. He had a way of settling you down and making you feel rich...
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fish on: January 08, 2019, 12:45:28 PM
                        Plain white walls with couches lined up along the outside of the big ol pasty starched room. No windows, nothin but lonely light from the lamps. All the new faces that were gathered around me began pushing chairs into the middle of the room. Metal bottoms slid across the tile floor until ultimately the little buzz cut kid in scrubs, he looked to be 34 years in age, piped up and set that's good. We had formed a circle. All of the walks of life began to peer into each others eyes, including mine, as we took up our seats. Nervous twitches at knees, hard swallows, shaky hands, and a woman twirling her long greasy hair as she cocked her head to one side. Like fish out of water or a roomful of capsized boats, we were put into rehab to try and learn to breath and flip our lives back over.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Flag on: January 07, 2019, 09:04:19 PM
Beautiful. Nicely done!
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flag on: January 07, 2019, 09:03:00 PM
                        "Give her my best" I said. He just nodded and turned back to the black SUV he had gotten out of a little bit ago. I noticed a tear was running down his cheek as he turned away. I wanted to run at him, spin him around, and hug him but I didn't. I stood there. I looked down at my black shoes wet from the cemetery dew. The sun hit my shoes, it must of reflected off the window of the car that was pulling away, it made me look up. For the first time in a long time I noticed how red the red stripes were in the flag. The flag waving on in front of the mausoleum. I thought about my uncle and the torment he had gone through ever since he returned from Vietnam. It was terrible to see him be put in the ground but there was a calmness on the minds of us all as we watched him peacefully be put to rest. That was the first time I saw my dad cry as he left to go visit Mom.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: fish on: January 07, 2019, 08:51:07 PM
Thank you! I think I could gotten to the cereal line a little sooner and dove into that more. None the less..  thanks again man!
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / radiator on: January 03, 2019, 01:04:46 PM
                   The gravel sunk in the the ground as he walked on. He passed underneath the crescent shaped- amusement park shaped sign that read "Doug's Scrapyard". He began to look around until the man that he had seen earlier towing his car out of the ditch pointed over to the far right side of the lot. Through the clutter of metal, heaps of car parts, and individuals crushed memories and dreams, he noticed his 1978 SS patiently waiting for her next move. The battered car he once called his brought a little tear to his eye as he was walking over toward it. He never thought it would come down to picking parts from it. Placing his hand on the long metallic hood and careful not to brush his hand against any metal sticking up, he let out a sigh and calmly began to tell the gentleman with his name on his shirt what parts he wanted. "Radiator, grill, headlight housings, etc....".
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fish on: January 02, 2019, 09:33:19 PM
                   A collection of fish swim around in a bowl. Different shapes and sizes. The colors of their scales soaked in heavy morning sun cutting the surface. Just in front of a window looking out over the blooming of spring a TV sits off to the left. The morning news blast away it's negative dirty laundry. Finally she returns from the bathroom, she hears the morning weather alerts and grabs her metal spoon. The clanging of the bowl violently kissing the spoon as she takes her first scoop. A collection of fish and soggy oats. The fish not moving but yet bursting flavors in all direction of her mouth as she bites down and up.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Daisy on: December 28, 2018, 03:56:40 PM
                        I'd pick her a daisy everyday on my way toward her house. She was always impressed with me. Her tail would wag viciously back and forth as she watched me trot up her long stretched driveway. Gravel under my paws and a slobbering flower stem hanging from the clenches of my jaw. Her blonde plush fur reflected like a halo glowing off the late August sun . Her name was Daisy, of course. It was fitting. Her eyes wide eyed had a way of peeling back any insecurities I had about my mangled fur and limpy leg. She would greet me with a bark, a spin around, and one of her paws landing on mine. I would drop the daisy in front of her, like a peasant presents a gift to a queen.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: sailboat on: December 20, 2018, 05:51:06 PM
Good Stuff!
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sailboat on: December 20, 2018, 05:49:51 PM
I wish I had me a boat this time of year
The cold wind blowing in is just too much to bear.
I could take some trade winds head on
If I only had boat to sail upon

Imagining it now, its perfect
The stained wooden creeks with each wave
it rolls along with its sail perched high
I drift alone endlessly into the sky

No one asking where I am or how come
my sudden disappearance with no damage done
Not a woman can hold me ashore I know
if I had me a boat I'd be gone

The sun would stain my face with shades of red
The salt would fill the air and the fish would keep me fed
......
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spoon on: December 18, 2018, 03:04:34 PM
                      He snarled. I heard the gravel in his voice when he asked, "you gotta spoon kid?". No sir, I replied. He just shook his head and got up, waddling himself into the old house. I started thinking to myself what he could possibly want a spoon for...he wasn't eating anything. The old man supposedly lived here and has been for quite some time. It seemed strange to me though, just about every time my parents drove past this old house after pulling out of our drive, it looked abonded. Like a dust bowl had left it empty. I was a nine year old courageous adventurer with little time for the consequences of fear. Kicking dust walking the shoulder of our road one Sunday evening, I looked and saw the old man sitting on the porch of the chipped and broken down place. I couldn't tell if he was peering into my eyes as I was walking up the dirt path walkway or if he was just gazing into the unknown behind me, also known as a wheatfield.
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