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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 / Wind on: November 10, 2018, 01:15:29 PM
Above me was a sign creaking. It was one of those metal signs attached to an outstretched metal rod. There were 2 rings at each end fastening it to its supporter which allowed it to swing and flap lazily on most nights. Tonight though it was moving in only one direction, swift and true. The wind was blowing so hard that leaves dared to dance on the street. They were miniature tornadoes swirling in my path. Each one freshly liberated from the branches above. Maybe this was some kind of leaf celebration, a world unknown to us. I stood there imagining this strange world where leaves were out on some contrived autumn holiday. Losing myself in the moment I almost forgot how hard the wind was blowing. It was a boreal punch in the face that snapped my mind back to reality.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dream Catcher on: November 09, 2018, 11:48:50 AM
A small network of twine stretched between a round frame flies through the vast endlessness of my sub consciousness. Plucking each piece of information apart and letting it drop down the feather hanging there. The dream is a concentrated spherical form, dewy and dripping with mystic knowledge. The drop moves unhindered through time. Everything is frozen as it lands on my forehead distilling into my minds eye revealing established truths I couldn't yet see. It smells of fresh rain and it has the consistency of fresh water. The sun is just on the horizon just barely letting its rays free, daring for morning to come. I'm still trapped between worlds rubbing the dream sphere between my thumb and middle finger. Trying to
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: November 08, 2018, 05:12:23 PM
The boot hits the ground, sound waves reverberate out from his foot rumbling against the walls of the narrow hallway. The smoke from his cigarette slithers its way through the air. His long coat parts like two stone pillars as he reaches for the pocket hidden inside. His long thin gangly fingers reach inside and take hold of the cold metallic key. Its grooves aren't cut in the typical jagged pattern as with most keys. The silver edges are curvy and round. They curl out like strange tentacles that fit into a peculiar kind of lock. Though it was tucked away in the mysterious dark pocket it is cold, like ice, as if it had absorbed some kind of frozen energy into its core.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flag on: November 07, 2018, 11:14:18 PM
Mainland the Martian looked up at the brilliant red clotted sky. His eyes then fell like meteors down to the tattered battle flag dancing in defiance against the battle field. All around him the sounds of laser beams crackled like an angry bonfire burning away the reasons they were there. The dense cumbersome smell battered his nose like an old rusty hammer. His boots squished through the grit and grime of the tarnished soil. One plodding footstep after another he walked, trying to reach the symbol of his people. The only thing his shellshocked mind could comprehend was that he must reach that flag. His eyes fell to the soot covered field, gazing out ahead the line between him and his prize became a one point perspective vanishing into an infinite distance out in the horizon. A fallen battlefield compatriot reached out
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: November 06, 2018, 01:50:14 PM
The water hits the sink like a river of life flowing. But it's not for drinking. I flip the tabs open on the too smooth green bag. The logo printed on the front reads "Green Mountain". I wonder what it's like to be a coffee farmer high up on green mountain with it's cold coffee shredded peaks. That brain tingling, life waking smell snaps me back home again. The water is overflowing, spilling over the sides of the coffee pot sitting in the middle of the stainless steel sink. I snatch the glass pot up and dump the water down the drain. With a flick and a click the water filter chugs to  life, I hear the water struggling to fight its way out of the filter. Finally it comes drizzling out and rings against the bottom of the pot like a bell. My mind drowsily wakes up begging to hit the snooze button again but it's too late. The coffee, much like the water filter fights its way through the machine, that acquired disgusting bitter taste will soon be singeing my taste buds off. I reach for my larger than average ceramic mug, the words 'have you tried turning it off and back on' again begging the question.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: November 05, 2018, 12:16:42 PM
The hammering wouldn't stop, it was cutting through the tissue paper walls of my apartment. Footsteps walking up a staircase just on the other side of the wall thundering through my skull. I pulled my compacted but still soft pillow over my head in a feeble attempt to drown out the distractions crowding through the airwaves. "Why do they have to start so damn early?" I thought to myself. I throw myself onto my back and stare up at the wall where my wind chimes hung. They read "Follow your dreams". That phrase would always fill me with so much hope for the future. A natural dreamer I was. My eyes would glaze over while I stared straight through the everything around me, losing myself in a haze of what could be. What could be if I only were able to work hard enough. Inspiration always comes to late in the evening after everyone has fallen asleep. The tinkerer in me would be whirring away in my mind, the drill sergeant demanding I practice one more hour. One more hour into the night, then this hellish morning is there to greet me. The workers across the street toiling away at their day with no mind for the guy in the apartment on the corner. The artistic masochist struggling to find a way to improve.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fish on: November 02, 2018, 12:02:14 PM
My mind springs to life as I was forcefully awoken by the stench of the rotting fish barrel next to me. Its boards bending in agony as it met the wall. The metal rings that secured it came undone with a quick sharp "ting". Salty water and fish clapped, an audience of applause cut short in an abrupt end against the floor. Humid salt, creaky boards groaning, faint sounds of a captain yelling at his men all crowd my senses. I attempt to shake the daze off but it kidnaps my mind, pulling me back to a sea of darkness for an instant. The lights in my mind snap back on, then off again. How many hours was it? I can't remember. The fog clouds my judgement it grips me then that fishy smell again. It refuses to let me go, like some kind of buoy rescuing me from my fatigue. The sway of the ship creeps into my stomach again, that foul odor. The two assault my senses ....
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Leaves on: November 01, 2018, 09:22:34 PM
A thousand crispy flakes waft through the air. I'm surrounded by them on all sides as the first of November makes it's grand orange and brown entrance. I can feel the wind cold on my cheeks as I run as fast as I can diving through the air head first into the giant pile. There's a slight pang crawling up my side. I ignore the stinging reminder that I've been running back and forth for the past 30 minutes. Darting and diving through the air into the inviting trap of sharp pointy sticks and crispy leaves that are like cornflakes crunching beneath my tiny body. There's a dryness in the air that creates a certain kind of scent. That smoldering scent of October leaving us. Bon fires simmering everything is in the first stages of crashing into the next season. I pick up a leaf and feel it's lifeless form in my hand, closing my fist there's a satisfying crunch as it breaks into a thousand tiny little pieces.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bowtie on: October 30, 2018, 12:44:20 PM
Picking up the ridiculous piece of fabric once more I can feel the smooth fabric slip between my fingers like a silky lizard creeping its way over my knuckles. It feels heavy as I lift it towards my neck bracing myself to adorn itís uncomfortable clutching embrace. It tightens up as I struggle to look over at the crumpled up instructions laying on the dresser next to me. I can smell the scent of the thing, itís like a new car but its ruined by the cheap cologne that the salesman was wearing. I can never seem to get the knot just right, I would have preferred a clip on. It might have a cold metal clasp but I could have concealed it behind the collar of my shirt. These things always feel like costumes, so formal yet they feel so cheaply made. Their expense wrapped up in the pomp and circumstance of every occasion. Tangy champagne and inane chatter mixed with a hint of cackling fill the air.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Star on: October 29, 2018, 10:36:04 PM
Tiny specs in an infinite ocean of nothingness. Scattered across the depths of unending possibilities. Living bastions of creativity they pass us by leaving behind imaginative trails of brilliant hope. Hope that through the cold bleak doldrum of everyday life you might find that blinding pearl of wisdom you're looking for. Gazing up during a cool autumn night you lose yourself, lifting up out of your body to explore the celestial world of wonderment. The crisp air dances glides down your arms leaving behind your own jet stream for others to follow. Now you're a jet star traveling into the enormous void. There is no destination, no end, only more prospects awaiting like gemstones adorned with flickering specs of truth. The
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Clock on: October 29, 2018, 10:35:32 PM
Hey thanks for the feedback on my Clock post! I really enjoyed your take, especially the way you described the travelers:  "a procession of adventurers". I find it an interesting juxtaposition of them being adventurous yet they're in a procession making them seem orderly in the way that you always seem to find travelers in an airport. Reading this inspired me to keep working at getting those interesting sensory descriptions.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Clock on: October 28, 2018, 10:58:38 AM
Hands moving around a circular space, pulling us forward at a break neck pace. The infinite possibilities are so deep like the ocean. From simple pieces of plastic to the most expensive intricate little pieces wrapped around your wrist this little tool measures the seconds and they click by, tick by....pass by.....rush by. The most terrifying sound in the world can emanate from a clock. Causing your insides to turn out as you groggily smash the snooze button one more time with your 2 ton tired sleepy hand. The world crashing along with or without you. Waking with a heavy head, shaking away the rigor mortise of the mind. Watching the blurry red numbers dance back and forth trying to search your memories for who you are. As time moves fast, then slow, then fast again this little tool never fails to measure counting off the moments steadily like an old mule.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Poodle on: October 27, 2018, 06:48:06 PM
Bark, bark, yap, click, click, click, yip! The nails tip tapping on the oak hardwood floors as the rain dances on the roof outside. Fluffy tailed squirrels flitting back and forth with reckless abandon. YAP! She could smell their coarse fur through the dust covered windows. Her tightly wound curls atop her head gives way to a short beak of a nose with a tiny little cold nose that greets you with a sharp sting on the ankle. Tiny little toothpick legs that only seem to work as an anchor in the back and spring sprongy springs in the front. She bounces like a boat skipping over waves crashing through the ocean. With each hop the sweet scent of powder wafts through the air, the only thing more noticeable than the stinging noise incessantly chirping.
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