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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 / Re: Lemon on: August 17, 2019, 02:30:55 AM
Thanks @BazMac! Smiley
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flip Flip on: August 17, 2019, 02:30:19 AM
Walking quickly over the early-summer burning pavement. Mid afternoon, the sun beating down on the coarse jagged ground, spent all morning subsuming its heat into the earth. My feet stinging and burning as they extract pounds of heat from the ground like magnets pulling on metals. The cool gentle breeze isn’t cold enough to cool my feet, like it cools my sizzling salty wet skin, liquid evaporating into nothingness. My beach bag like a desert, full of grainy rough sand and salt, rustling through it in a near panic, realising I've left my thongs (flip flops) in the car. Running towards the swelling turquoise luscious water at Bondi as my feet sizzle like raw meat on a BBQ. The pavement stinks of boiling tar, nearly sticky, gooey, seasoned with fresh pines borne on the blanketing breeze, enveloping my face as I careen onto the soft boiling sand. My legs pumping and aching with each step as my feet sink below the wavy surface of the sand. The crashing of the waves grows in a crescendo as I get nearer. The water semi-occluded by the sardine lines of people…
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lemon on: August 16, 2019, 05:07:40 AM
Glistening in the smooth hard porcelain fruit bowl, shimmering under a blanket of warm oyster roof lights, two lemons perched against each other, leaning and hugging, atop oranges, apples, bananas. Unusual bitter characters in a home of sweetness. A bouquet of tangy sugar as I cut through a lemon, a fountain spray of acidic juice displaying an unfurling act. Clear droplets firing towards my face, ricocheting into my eye, stinging briefly like a small fire doused by the rapid closure of my eyelid. Licking my rough oily finger, my tongue tightens and my lips purse in reaction to the sour accost, an unavoidable pout, my mouth seems to shrink internally, closing up. My fingers slipping on the knife as it taps down through the fruit rhythmically like a drum, keeping vague rhythm. My left hand rested against the smooth but worn chopping board, years of open siege as knives slice, chop, and attack. Stabbing. The cool mid-winter breeze creeps in through the busted kitchen window frame, tickling my neck, cooling the wet spots on my hand. Moon light creeping from over my shoulder…
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Boom Box on: August 14, 2019, 10:11:11 PM
The softly undulating waves grow slowly towards the shore, breaking and licking the coarse sand, a crescendo of white noise and static as it explodes forward and then settles, dragging itself back seductively, cheekily coercing me to come in. Salty rough textures exfoliating my face, dripping into my mouth through my cracked and stinging top lip. Hot chips, burning sand, thick fresh mid-summer spice presented to me in a bouquet, borne on the refreshing blanket of wind, hanging itself off my melting relaxed shoulders, my feet dug into the hot spa of sand, roughness turned to jelly. Music just reaching my ears, shot from down the beach like an arrow, falling before my target ears, just sensing the deep bass beat from the boom box. The sound rounded-off and soft as it ricochets of slippery wet bodies like a pin-ball. My eyes glaring and scrunching without the shield of sunglasses, the blue sky splitting at the seams with white shafts of light, my vision hazy, reflecting my inner-feeling…
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: August 12, 2019, 11:10:28 PM
The small off-cream coloured eighth grade classroom sweltering, we melt like candles as the fans above force the flame of heat down onto our bodies, shoulders oozing down my relaxed back and pulling me back into the short bending plastic seat, my arm stretched out and bearing down onto the table, weakly grasping a blue marker, index finger indented where the marker sits, aching slightly. The sound of a felt orchestra, swishing in white noise, as the class of 13 year-old fatigued soldiers draw a simple landscape image, some instruments swishing faster than others, out of time, conducting their own piece. The early afternoon summer sun flickers in through the window, finding its way through the gumtree outside of the window, standing guard and protecting us, the sun reaches its scolding fingers through the branches, gently padding at my right cheek. The wind falls in through the window, barely wrapping me, smells of hot pavement and dehydrated earth. My mouth pasty, bitter, and dry like the soil airborne…

Reflection from school days - I'm not 13 :p
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tuba on: August 12, 2019, 10:55:41 PM
Thank you @BazMac Smiley It was one of those lines that came out as I was half asleep, that I thought was average at the time! Great to hear some feedback!
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tuba on: August 09, 2019, 04:19:45 AM
Slow heavy mid-summer afternoon heat weighing down and filling the rehearsal room with burning grass and boiling pavement, nearly melting into a thick sticky sluggish tar. Forced down into my seat by the weight of my own drained muscles, back tickling with the cool deluge of sweat beads converging and gushing down my back to the waist band of my slowly suffocating elastic shorts. Mouth pasty and dry like a barren desert dehydrated and rough, particles and grains forcing a near cough as my throat clenches in protest, calling out for liquid, refusing to ingest the bitter crunch of coffee, hanging off my tongue. The room filling with odd sounds from instruments, undulating in crescendos and decrescendos, untamed without timing as the musicians let loose a kaleidoscope of notes and melodies, clashing like wielded swords, the tuba like a large claymore chopping down and through the other instruments with ease, bold and robust like an elephant amongst pigeons. Shimmering brass instruments as the light incises the room through the window, ricocheting off one heavy instrument to another like a laser beam on mirrors. My hard chair growing softer as the noise grows…
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Grass on: August 07, 2019, 10:55:11 PM
Soft distant humming of the ground keepers ride-on mower, like an orchestra of insects singing in chorus, and the occasional cymbal splash and snare drum rim hit as a stick gets lodged and caught in the blades. Minty dry cut grass hanging in the warm late-summer air, bouquet growing as the wind undulates and dances around my limbs, spread out like a star fish clinging to a rock, heavy body and melting muscles, unable to move. Indian minors jeering at my laziness, chirping and chatting, swooping down like trained pilots, skimming the short grass, darting and dancing, whipping in the air, beaks like air breakers. My stomach growing outward, wanting to my explode and jump free from the ungodly amount of salty cheese and biscuits, tart and dry red wine, flowing like a wild deluge from bottle to glass to mouth, like mountainside rapids challenging rafters. Heat emanating below me in the soft pillowy earth while the sun blankets me in invisible warmth, somehow heavy, kissing my skin gently and without notice stinging and biting randomly. Blades of grass whipping through the air, borne on the gentle breeze, like green swords clashing and jarring as they hit…
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Pillow on: August 06, 2019, 01:45:39 AM
Great use of metaphors and similes to relate your heartbreaking story! Smiley
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pillow on: August 06, 2019, 01:43:54 AM
The light billowing into my bedroom begins to slowly diminish, like a candle nearing its end, the flame climbing down the wick and subsuming itself into the hot wax. The warm orange sun licking the sky raw and pink, melting into thick oozing honey and slowly sinking, pouring in onto my body like a deluge of warm air, whipping across my naked legs, tickling the fine hairs and brushing the droplets of sweat into a downward dance, slowly moving and stopping in zig-zags repeatedly. My body sinking into the bed, melting like the sun, as the heat envelops me, cool wet patches on my soft pillow latch onto my hackles, an aura of coolness barely emanating beyond my neck, unable to douse the heat. Summer slowly tackling my energy, never accosting while I'm in the safety of my bedroom with my fan kissing my skin, undulations of near-cool drafts throwing themselves onto me like a blanket of finest cotton. Tickling salty sweat around my lips, beads rolling like pool balls whacking into each other off the break. Mid-summer humidity borne on the outside breeze, smells of pure heat rising in blurry waves, shape-shifting all that falls behind it, bending air. Sweet floral scents roll over my face as my eyes grows heavy and blurry, the blanket of heat unchanged by the fan lays heavily on me and my head sinks further into the soft cloud beneath, muscles nearly melted to liquid and hovering, birds laughing and chatting, tropical parrots discussing their meals, and dancing along branches…

I've been away from this forum working on Pat's book 'Songwriting Without Boundaries' - I'll be back and forth between Smiley
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sun Glasses on: July 01, 2019, 06:21:37 AM
Hazy dark sepia blanket projected into the sky and glaring incising sharp blades of sun suppressed, tempered to a lower degree of white hot light but still burning. Meditational and falling deeply and backwards into the earth through the soft but coarse small ranges of sand, sinking but the sky doesn’t move, body totally relaxed and melting under the light pressure of heat but overpowering sense of fatigue hanging over my body, pinning me down and liquifying my muscles. The chemical tasting sunblock tempered by the smell and taste of the salt water crystallising on my skin, wafting on the massaging breeze, tickling and licking my skin, dancing with the droplets of salt water and sweat and coercing them downward along my skin. The noise floor of hundreds of people crammed on the beach mumbling equalised with the white washing lick of the sea swell against the beach. The cheap plastic frame of the sunglasses pinching the bridge of my nose like a weak vice, the arms of the glasses grasping my head, hugging and not letting go. Removing them, the hues of the world open and intensify, the deep blue sky becomes vibrant and radiant, blinding and aggressive, accosting my eyes, flooding with unrelenting light and squinting, tightening and compressing around my eyes, my mind waking…
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Trampoline on: June 28, 2019, 03:09:27 AM
Squeaking like a terrestrial dinosaur, a pterodactyl screeching rhythmically and atonally, tempered with the percussive slap of small feet as the black roughly textured and finally netted material stretches downward and opens like a black hole growing into the earth, taking with it two giggling joyous toddlers, warm beaming faces like the sun blooming, kissing my skin and feeling the sting of pigments turning ruddy as my heart careens parallel to my baby cousins. Relaxation coursing through my body like a sedative, melting and calmness, sweet surgery air enveloping me as the breeze brushes my body gently. Joining my cousins on the soft sinking trampoline, lying down and sinking through space, the world bobbing and moving, clouds vacillating in size and shape cont…
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Box on: June 27, 2019, 12:41:28 AM
Resting in muggy confinement, occluded by small unbalanced and jagged towers of bent and distorted boxes draped and dappled in chattel, the swollen smaller box sits lonely, shaded by the shadows of the others. Light blossoming through the room from the funnelling window, brushing the walls gently and warmly, tempering the cool fresh floral air in the room. A sweet tasting breeze proffers itself through the cracks in the window pane, reaching its chilly lanky arms out, tickling the top of the distended box who flails its folding arms about. A dark soft leathery surface appears as the box opens and shuts, excitement floods my body, a chemical rush beginning in the heavy fast beats of my heart, a fluttering and electric feel, hackles standing to attention. The cooing of the wind encourages me forward into the darker corner, balancing on firm muscles…
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Albuquerque on: June 26, 2019, 12:05:36 AM
Nothing like a good challenge though! Smiley
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hard Drive on: June 26, 2019, 12:05:04 AM
Whirring and clanking and thudding, the old hard drive waking up like clapped out engine of a nearly expired vehicle. A high pitch scratching and screech invades my ears and presses sharply against my ear drums, neck tightening to the side and eyes squeezing tight in on themselves. The faded black computer vibrates and shudders along the desk in a fit of Parkinson’s, as if anxious to get started for the day. Uncoordinated patterns of scratches show the history of the computers life, scars from its engagements with life, deeply and carelessly hewn like rough tram tracks for the fingers to follow, tickling the pad of my index finger as tiny spines of plastic bend back in resistance and protest, springing forward under tension and scratching my skin. The hard drive giggles with an unexpected rumble in response. The machine smells of overheated electrical components, a warning that it’s expiry is on the horizon. My morning coffee wakes me in parallel to the computer, bitter and vibrant, exploding on my tongue…
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