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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: rainbow on: April 23, 2019, 05:47:53 PM
"they're so elusive moving further away the closer you get"

My thoughts exactly.  You can never seem to get any closer. 
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Rainbow on: April 23, 2019, 05:45:32 PM
Your imagery describing the wave and rain drops is really exceptional. 
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Rainbow on: April 23, 2019, 05:42:09 PM
Hammers of rain pound on my car.  As the clouds finally grow weary, a crack appears, and a glimmer of light peaks through.  Sunlight bursts through the tiny liquid prisms, what was once boring is now beautiful .  Or maybe it was beautiful all along; we need to wait for nature to reveal the underlying beauty.  The colors leap from the prism and jump across the sky; hues of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.  Roy G Biv would be proud.  Created in our closest star, traveling far across the vacuum of space, to fill our eyes with wonder.  Awestruck, I continue to steal quick glances, struggling to keep an eye on the road  An urge from deep inside me instructs me to take the next exit, follow the rainbow.  How often does nature put on a show so pure?  As if the clouds, rain, and sunlight, put aside their feud and work together, if only for a brief moment.  A search for a mysterious pot of gold, leprechauns dancing in my head.  It's not the end of the rainbow I seek, but the adventure.   
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Ballerina on: April 22, 2019, 05:39:39 PM
"Fiberoptic octopus"

This is not a phrase I ever expected to come across.  Love it.  

"Hotdogs and burgers sizzle their applause".   Fantastic

I've noticed with my writing, that certain words give me such a clear, visual image in my head that it makes the writing almost effortless, while other words are more of a struggle.  Your descriptions and attention to detail are really phenomenal.  Clearly this was a word where ideas just leaped out of your head.    
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Mustache on: April 22, 2019, 05:34:29 PM
Never knew what a philtrum was until this post....

Liked the wheat fields.  Last line was a great conclusion. 
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mustache on: April 22, 2019, 05:31:15 PM
I walk into my former High School for my 1st day of work for the summer, and I see Jerry, the friendly janitor.  Everyone knew Jerry.  He wore his work ethic proudly, even though it had beaten him down over the years.  Padding wrapped around his wrist and forearm, no doubt the result of the carpal tunnel from his years of relentless work.  No job was too big, no job was too small for Jerry to tackle.   Besides his circular framed glasses and friendly demeanor, there was one feature that anyone would recognize.   His huge handle bar mustache. A thin black mustache, slick, but not greasy, was the talk of the school.  The ends came together and almost twirled like a pinwheel; the ends carefully attended to each morning.  You could hear Jerry coming from far down the hall, wheels creaking on the freshly waxed floor.  Students would ask him about his mustache, and he would happily oblige with a conversation or story.  Not too long of course, there was work to do.  Jerry faded into retirement and the next part of his life, but so too does his tireless work ethic and dedication, something that seems lacking in the younger generations.  Gone are the days of the handlebar mustache, except the ones ironically worn by a hipster who eats organic food and is allergic to work.   
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Garage on: April 17, 2019, 07:06:42 PM
"sending gaggy impulses through my body as my arms flail wildly "

My same response to cobwebs. 

Liked your first two lines, especially the static on the TV screen, just a bunch of stuff blurring together, no object stands out. 
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Garage on: April 17, 2019, 05:53:23 PM
With the click of a button, the long metal arm lifts the door, creaking as it slowly raises.  Metals gears and chains working in a clangy coordinated effort.  The light races into the garage.  The circular saw is stashed in the corner, wood and dust particles hovering over the massive hunk of metal.  The sweet smell of cedar fills the air.  Oil stains cover the cement floor, leftover from an afternoon spent toiling on the car.  In the corner dirty plastic containers of used oil stack up in the corner, waiting to be recycled or to be the catalyst for a garage file.  The lawn mower begs to be cleaned, covered in shreds of grass and dark green stains.  3 primes and a pull, never fails.  The cedar, oil, and grass mixes together, like an exotic perfume only the working class could truly appreciate.  It smells like a Saturday afternoon watching my father work, when I was not quite old enough to be put to work. 
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Bologna on: April 17, 2019, 05:10:47 PM
Thanks Chris, appreciate the feedback. 
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bologna on: April 16, 2019, 05:41:32 PM
Thin plastic surrounds the meat; the plastic as fake as what's inside.  I peel open the package, and am greeted by what seems to smell like meat.  A smell that makes my stomach hungry, but makes my brain question.  I pull a processed slice from the package.   I have no idea what or how many animals have been ground to create this monstrosity.  Cold and slimy, it seems to pair best with fake cheese and white bread that's just as fake.  Drained of any nutritional content or fiber.  Slathered with greasy mayonnaise.  My teeth face no resistance in my 1st bite, as this food has no life left in it.   
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mouse on: April 15, 2019, 05:25:22 PM
The little mouse darted in every direction.  Ever vigilant, it's beady eyes constantly looking for hidden dangers, ears perked up listening for the slightest hint of movement.  It came from a long line of mice that had lived in the old apartment building.  It knew every inch of the building by heart, including every escape route.  It's tiny nose twitched, unable to find the slightest hint of food in the air. 

Suddenly, brightness, a flick of the switch and the mouse was exposed. It scurried past the paper bag, ruffled as it almost ran through it.  The human clunked around, trying to locate the mouse.  The big clumsy oaf easily detectable with each creepy footstep.  After a while, a click, and darkness.   
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Photograph on: April 11, 2019, 05:27:34 PM
I open my bright yellow toolbox, and the photograph is staring back at me.  I'm instantly transported back to a different time.  I can feel the warm autumn sun on my face.  My brother and I plopped down in a pile of leaves, each showing a toothy grin to the camera.  My crooked teeth pointing in every direction, not yet corrected by an Orthodontist.  The leaves are cool and crisp, and crunch with every movement.  They smell earthy, yet fresh; an invigorating smell that connects you with nature, creating an urge to go on a nature walk.  Our bright blond hair almost shines in the sunlight, not yet darkened into a dirty blonde/brown color from age.  The big old barn is in the background, broken windows and all.  Chipped, light blue paint with white trim, blue as bright as our youthful eyes.  We were told to not venture inside, though I always wish I had.   I can see the old stone farmhouse with the dusty, creepy attic.  Now, where the farmhouse, barn, and leaf pile used to sit, is a cookie cutter sub division.  Houses stamped out from freshly rolled dough.  As soon as one is finished, onto the next.   I remember the raspberry bush, scratching and clawing to protect it's delicious berries.  I'm jolted back to reality by the buzz of my phone.  I start to close the toolbox, but before I do, I take the picture with me. 
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chest on: April 10, 2019, 06:03:13 PM
The only visible light was the sun peering through attic window in the old farm house.  Dead fly's were littered around the window, unable to escape their prison.  The attic was cluttered as most attics are.  The floorboards groaned with every step, clearly audible to everyone in the house.  The sunlight illuminated the dust and carved a path to the wooden chest, buried under two boxes of clothes.  I felt a shiver down my spine.  The attic always gave me the creeps, even in the middle of a warm summer's day.  I carefully lifted each box down and surveyed the chest.  It was unlocked.  What treasures would be inside? 

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: April 08, 2019, 05:48:24 PM
The spotlight shines on the two pianos at the front of the room.  The pianos might be as old and rough as the bar itself; serenading guests for years.  As one player ends, the other player jumps into the song, one player's keys going up and taking a break, the other's go down, picking up where the other left off. The room is filled to the brim with sounds, between the chattering of the crowd, piano and vocals.  Each table surrounded by customers, conversing and sipping on cocktails or beers.  The aroma of stale cigarettes hangs in the air.  If you listened carefully, you could hear the occasional crunch footstep as someone walked across a carpet of peanut shells.  At times it feels like a sonic overload; too many sounds for your ears and brain to handle all at once. 
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Milan on: April 05, 2019, 05:23:54 PM

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