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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 / Fire on: October 10, 2018, 01:58:45 PM
The light drains from an October, light grey fades to an indigo that blends with the sea.

Mummified in layers, I pull my corduroy jacket tighter, the jogging bottoms under my jeans compress warm flesh against cold bones.

Pebbles crunch under the soles of cheap trainers, dad stoops over a funeral of broken pieces skirting board, stair bannister and other collateral from his diy.

The sea sighs, as it rolls pebbles around the stoney shore. The smell of fire lighters ooze through the air, and the scratch and fizz of a match fills ignites a buzz of anticipation. Dry wood begins to laugh with flaming crackles, a glow of warmth chases away the cold ghost of evening chill.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cigarette on: October 08, 2018, 09:29:08 AM

 I kind of liked them, but I liked the thrill of buying them more.

Smooth skin, brazen 16-year-old, marching through the door of the local, heart thumping, blood swilling round my head. Roll up to the counter, “act cool” I tell myself, hands on the glass top, fake scanning the shelves. Then ask for ten of the cheapest.

My palms leave a sticky stain on the counter top.

I’d catch the bus right outside the shop, feeling like a bank robber, adrenaline inflating my veins. My head plays a video of our conversation of when I’d see you later. Topman t-shirts and cheap cologne, Arctic monkeys and wkd blue.

When I ask you for a light maybe you’ll think I’m as cool as you
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swelter on: September 24, 2018, 08:21:19 AM
Stuffed into the central line carriage like clothes in a teenager’s cupboard. Bodies on bodies, dirty and crumpled, crushed in as the doors slam shut.

The tunnel’s air is heavy, thick with the stench of stale sweat. July turns the knob of this underground oven all the way to the max, not caring for the over-baked passengers inside.

Suffering eyes avoid contact with any others.  A film of sweat gathers into beads on my brow, I feel a cool tickle on my temple as a tear slides down. The perfume of the lady pushed into my left shoulder is sweet relief from the armpit above me on my right.

Only four more stops...
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Horsepower on: September 11, 2018, 04:55:18 PM
 I think Harry said 640 when I asked him. Six-hundred-and-forty.

My jeans squeak against the seat as I wriggle in the expensive leather upholstery. Eyes scan a horizon of gadgets. I flick a nervous look at Harry in the passenger seat, try and look confident, and forget this stallion is literally ten times more powerful than my little Peugeot pony at home.

Greased palms slide around the steering wheel. The Mercedes emblem glares at me from its centre. “I hope you know what you’re doing” it seems to say. I push the button and she roars. She’s awake.

Purring as I pull away, the sound of the engine stutters as it reflects off the pines lining the lay-by.

I’m on the slip. My foot goes down, my weight thrown back, adrenaline surges, ocean of sound.

My turn.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Powerful on: September 05, 2018, 04:21:08 PM
Arms pump, cupped hands shovel water
The nose of your board dips in and out of the blue
You look up to marching giants
Dark grey monsters storm into view

Snarling, curling hunks of Atlantic
Rear and snort on the approach
They gallop and I begin to panic
Heart racing, arms flailing, screaming “go”

Push the board deep down
Knees up, back arched
You dive, breath out
A mountain of salt water crashes above
A deep thump, deafening white noise and crush
You feel the undertow pulling you now

Rise to the surface
Breath in, breath out
Paddle, boy, paddle,
You’re almost there now
You’ve got to overcome it
To ride all that power
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Promise on: August 30, 2018, 09:16:04 AM
A promise is a boat on a stormy sea
It bobs out the harbour, with no guarantees
Just a captain’s word and the trust that his ways
Can navigate the wind, the rocks and the waves

It’s a skill to keep a promise, to keep it afloat
And steer it back to the shore
The seabed is scarred with wrecks deep below
So beware when you give somebody your word
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Detail on: August 21, 2018, 09:41:40 AM
Why get so bogged down in detail?
Writing lists on a canvas to set sail
Into a never ending voyage
Across a deep grey sea
Unknowns so vast you’re never quite where you wanted to be

Details are like trying to plot waves on a map
As soon as you got them
They’ve moved, replaced by others, this and that

Me? I’m just moving with the flow
Swaying in the wind
A rough idea where to go

Don’t you worry, I’ll get there, you’ll see
And there’s space on this boat for two
Come with me
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Directions on: August 20, 2018, 09:21:51 AM
It’s your birthday
I thought it would be a nice idea if I
Burst through your door at 6:30
With a bunch of flowers and a map

Bunk lectures and hike the peaks
It seemed like a great idea in my brain
You said you liked the outdoors again and again
So dressed like priests in anoraks on the rickety old train
We found Kinder Scout choking in mist and rain
They told me later that I was insane and that
No girl wants to bunk lectures and hike the peaks
So if romance is dead maybe I’m the disease

Because we’d reach the top
It wasn’t the view I’d hoped for
We could barely see for fog
And you said you couldn’t go no more
Maybe if we had directions
We would have been ok

But the tears in your eyes
Mixed in with the rain
Made us looked so different in the misty grey
But life doesn’t have directions sometimes
So we got lost
And went our separate ways

9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Thoroughbred on: August 17, 2018, 10:23:21 AM
I heard she could ride
But I didn’t see her jumping fences
Doesn’t seem that type
Classy, aloof, and more expensive
It’s just the way she moves
Pirouette in her Jimmy Choos
You can try to break her loose
She won’t be domesticated

Prancing horses
That her daddy’s parked by the stables
Stangs and Porsche’s
They’re her only kind of labels
But her airs are getting in your head
Make a pass but don’t forget
That this girl’s a thoroughbred
And you’re just at the races
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