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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 / Knob on: July 09, 2019, 02:10:29 AM
The basement door hid the terrors that lurked beneath the house.   While keeping a barrier between the surface and the underworld, the musty smell of the basement permeated all around the entrance.  White paint slowly peeled off, as if it was in no hurry at all.  A door knob, speckled with rust and black paint, required a twist before it would let one pass.  The touch was unsettling.  Instead of being smooth as a rock, it scraped against my hand.  Even with a slight turn, the door knob almost shook itself lose, what was left of the metal parts squeaking as it opened.  I looked down the stairs, my spine gave a slight shiver as I reach for the light. 
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cooler on: July 06, 2019, 02:05:29 PM
The bag of ice catapulted to Earth like a meteorite, hitting the pavement with a loud thump.  The lid of the cooler swung open, revealing it's treasure of beverages, fancy craft brews to cheap light beer.   The ice avalanche drops into the cooler, sneaking into every spare nook and cranny.  I slammed the lid shot, the sun catching my eye as beamed off the stainless steel edge of the cooler.  The cooler anxiously encouraging me to hurry up and get to the party.  Quickly grabbing the cooler, I toss it into the trunk using less than perfect form, my back protesting about the potential long-term damage.  I leap into the car like a Nascar driver and head on my way, ice and beer tossing and turning, with every turn, like boys and girls at a party that needed a few drinks and time before they could let loose.   
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Solo cup on: July 01, 2019, 05:32:23 PM
My friends and I walk up to the college house, an unkept lawn filled with weeds and patches of dirt, tipped over lawn chairs  and the occasional empty can of beer tossed on the ground for good measure. We pay the standard $5 admission fee for a solo cup, all of us vowing to get our moneys worth. We go down the rickety stairs, each step creates a loud creek, and which each creek I pray that I don't collapse right through the stairs.   Besides a few strings of light, it's mostly dark.   With every breath it feels as if I'm inhaling cement deep into my lungs.  It reeks of stale beer and mold; we quickly fill our cups up and head upstairs.   We head into the main party room, everyone holds a solo cup.  A group of bros play an intense game of beer pong in the corner, groups of girls giggle and talk loudly, sparkly make-up and revealing outfits.  Will we have the courage to talk with them?  We gather in the corner and plot our strategy.   
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sun Tan Lotion on: June 24, 2019, 05:48:20 PM
My feet squeek with every step across the sandy white beach.  Little mice protesting with every step.  We set-up chairs, get drinks, and then grab the sun tan lotion to protect against the sun's fury.  We've brought every bottle imaginable.  Sticky sport sprays that make you feel as if you're trapped in a spider web.  Thick lotions that are greasily slathered on and stick to every grain of sand that it touches.  Girly lotions that smell like a freshly opened coconut being carved up to make an alcoholic beverage.  Little bits of glitter making the girls sparkle more than they already do.  Delicate face lotions that disappear into thin air as soon as they're applied.     I look around the beach, and I see a line of houses that have sprouted legs, giants standing tall and always looking a the beautiful coast line. 
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: calendar on: June 19, 2019, 05:34:50 PM
Simple but powerful.  "My mouth is broken glass" 

Such a story in very few lines.  I can see this as a movie playing out, looking at the calendar, looking at all the days that have passed, then drifting to sleep and dreaming about the accident. 

6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Calendar on: June 19, 2019, 05:28:30 PM
My cubicle is gray and white, typically how I feel while I'm sitting in it.  A holding box where I sit, press various keys on a keyboard, and slowly strain my neck and shoulders.  A box that grants you money, but drains your life force.  The sadistic monster who designed this "cube" didn't even put a roof over it to block out noise.  I'm an audience forced to listen to the moronic music making of an office orchestra.  One thing helps ward off the gnats of boredom and despair.  A small daily Dilbert calendar.  A tiny hero to provide just a little boost.  One day is carefully removed, too hasty and the paper splits apart like a poorly made pair of jeans.  Sometimes the joke falls flat, other times I snicker, sometimes it's worth sharing.  The very best end up on my cubicle wall.  The gray and white now covered by color and laughter.  Each piece of paper a stroke of color from a comedic painter  When I'm annoyed by the cackles of co-workers splitting my ear drums, or bored to death by whatever time distortion has managed to slow down time and space, I glance at my cubicle wall and calendar for relief. 
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Omelet on: June 17, 2019, 05:52:07 PM
Excellent descriptions.  Really liked the "cracks and explosions of pepper corns".  Did repeat it a few lines later with the salt.  Maybe from the hangover???   Cheesy
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelet on: June 17, 2019, 05:49:43 PM
The omelet, one of the easiest breakfast foods to make, yet one of the hardest.  One omelet is beautifully folded, the contents carefully caressed by a perfectly cooked silk sheet of eggs.  Peppers, cheese, and bacon resting in elegant harmony, waiting to be respectfully eaten.  The next omelet can be a complete disaster.  Singed bed sheets flopped onto the plat, half the contents spewing out.  Gobs of cheese coagulate on the plate.  A Frankenstein omelet, begging it's maker to explain why it was created.  The perfect omelet requires just the right amount of ingredients and execution.  I would recommend having at least one cup of coffee before diving in.  

Kind of embarrassed I misspelled "omelet" as much as I did.  Oops. 
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chap Stick on: June 12, 2019, 06:06:24 PM
I look under the couch, by my keys, in pants pockets, cup holders in the car, searching for one container of chap stick that I own out of the 10 that I misplaced.   The bright red top calling to me from various spots in my house. 

Anything to put on my lips, a moon blasted with craters of dryness.  Cracks and fissures splitting across the surface, endlessly spreading. 

I twist the cap and the bottom, and healing ointment with the consistency of beeswax pops out.  The touch of the chap stick instantly moisturizers my lip.  The previous feeling of despair and desperation wiped out with one swift application, smacking my lips together to evenly spread the ointment across.  I toss the chap stick onto the nearest counter, ready to play another game of hide and seek when my lips need more attention. 
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Polka Dot on: June 06, 2019, 06:06:24 PM
We went to three different Targets, walking across the sun beaten asphalt, heat lines radiating from the pavement, looking for the blue dress with the white polka dots.  Each identically laid out store gave us an identical answer, that dress in that size isn't here.  I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, wondering how a dress was worth so much effort. 

Then you walked down the stairs, time slowing down to a crawl.  The back of the dress slightly hanging in the air, your shoulder length brown hair lightly blowing in your breeze.  But the dress is a supporting role when I look at your light brown eyes, gentle, innocent eyes.  As we walk around the town I marvel at your beauty and the dress which I was so quick to ignore.  How a simple dress can be food for the butterflies in my stomach. 
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Railing on: May 30, 2019, 06:02:19 PM
Good story.  "railing" certainly doesn't give us much to work with. 
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Railing on: May 30, 2019, 05:39:00 PM
I open the cellar door, and all is see is darkness.  Musty air escapes, free from its prison.  The air itself jolts my nerves, my eyes widen as if I'm expecting a monster to appear from down below.  I quickly flip the light switch, and my day dreams disappear into reality.  An old wooden railing guides the way down, offering a splinter filled handshake to those who glide down to fast.  Each step creates a creaky groan as the wood bends ever so slightly with my weight.  Various tools are scattered across the workbench, haven't been touched in years since my grandfather no longer deals with stairs.  The monstrous furnace quietly sits in a side room, waiting for the perfect time to come to life and scare me witless.  Finally, I reach the old fridge, and like in the movies when the hero or heroine finds the treasure he or she has been looking for, a light sweeps over me.  I grab my hard earned Coke, close the door, and scurry up the stairs. 
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Candle on: May 29, 2019, 06:31:34 PM
I get such clear images with your writing.  Helps me remember past dates and mid to late evening dinners at restaurants, lit mostly by candle light.  I like the line about the "animated stories".  I think of someone telling a really vivid story, maybe using a lot of hand gestures. I like the idea of telling an "animated" story with your words, when you would tell an animated story with pictures.  Great visuals. 
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Candle on: May 29, 2019, 06:13:24 PM
With the press of a button and a detonating click, fire burst from the mouth of the lighter, like a circus performer spitting fire.  The initial blast fading away to a simple flame.  It created three identical brothers and then disappeared, ready to be called when needed.  The dancing flames twisted and turned on each candle, licking the air.  A sensory ocean appeared, smelling of sweet citrus.  An ocean full of tantalizing oranges and clementines, fruity spheres weightlessly navigating the growing sea.  The smell and sight of the candle releasing the destructive tension in my body and mind.  A wave of calm washed over me, from my head to my toes. 
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Button on: May 28, 2019, 06:13:37 PM
I grabbed my heavy winter jacket from the closet.  I ran my dry hands across the thick black wall; my dry, cracked skin uncomfortably scraped against the soft wool.  It smelled wet from the constant pelting of snow.  Probably what a drenched sheep smelled like after drying off.  Only two of three buttons were functional. The 2nd button dangled precariously from a single thread, desperately grasping on for dear life.  A climber hanging onto the side of a mountain, curled around his rope.  I grabbed the wayward climber and carefully brought him to the safety. 
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