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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: Tea Bag on: November 19, 2019, 09:55:26 PM
Love the metaphors and imagery!
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cuff on: November 19, 2019, 09:53:39 PM
Fresh soapy linen is a white lily flower blossoming in spring, unfurling gently and seeping its bouquet, stretched tight over the edges of the mattress proudly rested on a huge rich dark timber frame, smoothly hewn and glides like ice as his hand drags across the centre beam. Morning winter sunlight pulses in through a thin veil of curtains half drawn like his eyes still opening, colours waking up as hues increase in intensity as the sun slowly rises. Gentle pattering of rain on the periphery of the wooden balcony blends seamlessly with static of morning AM radio chewing dully at his ears. Bitter taste of aftershave crawls up his neck and into his mouth, clutching onto his dry tongue, assaulting his mouth. He pins his warm freshly ironed cuffs with ice cold silver links, gold filigree dances over the white linen, his wrist cold…
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tea Bag on: November 18, 2019, 08:48:04 PM
River creeping by in a low white noise shushing like mother nature hushing all animals to sleep, early morning birds clearing their throats and singing major melodies in lilting conversations, dreamlike as they reverberate into a soft cloud of noise off the austere grand rock wall face across the humming body of water. A light misting hovers above the river as fish occasionally break the surface below, hiding their morning dancing display, splashing rhythmically but sparsely. The valley deep with morning chill, filmy layer of icy diamond frost sparkling over green stalks and bowing leaves like plates holding glistening gems, morning sun shimmering off the waters surface, pines in the reflection bending and distorting their arms. Tea bag subsumed in my steaming plastic camping mug, plumes rising like a factory, bitter tea and sweet sugary condensed milk wake my blood, muscles unfurling…
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Ginger on: November 17, 2019, 09:51:27 PM
This is great! Really looking forward to reading more of your writing Smiley

5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Braid on: November 17, 2019, 09:48:59 PM
Standing like a sentinel at the prow of the boat, she’s drenched in cloud filtered soft sun, gently showering down like a waterfall, afternoon summer glow brightens her already ruddy cheeks, skin soft and smooth like a marshmallow. Salt dry across her lips from licks of ocean water, fresh fjord air lingers with pines and earth. She presses against the hard wooden mast of the ship, grasping onto the rough timber with her pillowy hands. Screeches of preying birds echo through the fjord like a dreamy delay, low cool wind cooing around the body of the wooden ship, grasping at her ankles. Her braided her an anchor in the breeze, steadfast and golden, an intertwining of her strength and independence. Her eyes blurring with early evening fatigue…
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ticket on: November 15, 2019, 10:33:15 PM
The train station is quiet but for the wooing draft tunnelling down the tracks beneath the roof, clattering of the occasional stuttering roller bag on the rough silvery concrete platform, a cough echoes around him like a mosquito circling and looking for an entrance. Italian country town station is boiling like clay in a furnace, drowning in a waterfall of heat from the glowing sun, his face glistens with droplets of salty sweat wicking away by the warm afternoon breeze caressing his cheek, his stiff thick ticket dancing in his clammy hand like a flag high in the wind, whistling and tapping like sticks on a snare drum rim. The hot boiling concrete smells tough and dusty. His mouth dry from his oily and garlic focaccia accosting his tongue…
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Orb on: November 14, 2019, 11:13:54 PM
Glistening golden orb hanging like the glowing sun, sitting atop a soft purple plush mounted on a long smooth chocolatey brown pole, sinking into the purple like a star being absorbed into a black hole, hiding half of its resplendent body, a golden globe beneath a polished shining sentinel cross, keeping watch and guard. The high vaulted ceiling of the Spanish church as far away as space, mumbling and murmurs washing like waves through the grand open space above, trickling around corners of huge sandstone pillars like creeks underfoot, a pen dropping on the floor sounds like a distant explosion. Sandstone pillar is rough and cool on my fingers, cold air sequestered within the fine grains, smells fresh but somehow ancient, woody air licking the salty beads of sweat on my face, chilling my boiling skin. The church a refuge from thick heavy summer Seville heat, from dry bitterness in my mouth, quashed with a deluge of water. Eyes foggy and heavy like my legs…
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bulb on: November 13, 2019, 10:28:59 PM
The bulb popped and cracked like a percussionist smacking their snare drum, a simmering sizzling hanging in the air, candle heads lit and dancing like bobbing unfurled flower heads in the wind, warm orange light catching on the foggy transparent glass, sparking glass like a diamond dancing under spotlight. Icy winter air slithers in beneath the front door, a snake seeking refuge, winding itself up my warm leg, a paralysing cold constricting my body, hissing, wooing like a pack of wolves in the distance ready to hunt. Shadows of the candle heads stuck to the wall dancing, licking the white walls. Heater firing, a giant glowing ember in the dark corner, spilling a deluge of warmth and filling the room like a flood, smells like burning dust. Soft leather couch a pillow for my body to sink into, heavy eyes blurring, filmy alcohol glaze from my bitter beer bubbling in my gut…
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fringe on: November 12, 2019, 10:12:17 PM
Tropical island beach white sand soft and gently coarse, hot and massaging as my feet are subsumed into the ocean of particles. Mango orange Thai sky streaked with banana yellow, dappled with white puffs of cotton clouds pulling apart into breaks as the mild spring sun spills through like a dam wall breaking. Turquoise green-blue water licking and lapping at the cheek soft sand, the sea fringed by proud and tall palm trees, sentinels standing guard at the entrance of the island, bowing to mother nature as a thick and heavy tropical wind drags their decorative heads forward over the water, as if trying their best to take a drink. Dropped coconuts frayed and brown, husks damp and heavy and waterlogged, smells like stale milk and salt, fresh coconut in my hands taste like sweet nectar, cool liquid hiding inside its insulated home…
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Basket on: November 11, 2019, 09:19:18 PM
Her warm soft fingers running like a tropical stream down my back, mountainous goosebumps raising on my back and arms as she lightly and fleetingly tickles my skin. Palm beach a paradisiacal afternoon haven, golden sunlight flowing down from the sky, gentle waves hushing against the shore and putting us to sleep, spraying salty clouds in the air that cooly masks our skin. Wicker baskets mouth is open baring its contents. Smooth running bitter camembert and airy water crackers, mango sweetly melting in my mouth like ice on fire. Summer sun intensifies the wines filmy glaze over my eyes, mango in the sky on yoghurt dollops. Stomach heavy and full, loaded like the basket…
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dock on: November 10, 2019, 12:12:45 AM
Hovering on top of undulating waves, rising to the swell like a gentle roller coaster, the wharf stretching out beyond the dock, its long arm extending beyond the shore into the deep blue green harbour shimmering in a shower of sweet Sydney summer sun, sparkling like a sea of diamonds on a bed of sapphires. Low humming cool breeze whistles below the glass ceiling of the wharf, tightening its beam and grasp against my body, pulling my shirt back firmly against my chest. Sea salt ocean spray smells fresh and clear. Boats and ships manoeuvring the harbour like a game of checkers, bounding over gentle swells, smaller boats riding the wakes of larger ships, cheeks of white resplendent sails filling with air and teetering against the wind, tinging of clanging metal and roaring of the bellies of ships. Salt in the air so thick it dries my mouth, wrestling my pallet into submission. Eyes…
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Puck on: November 08, 2019, 10:05:42 PM
"...I imagine they are little snowplows covered with onion dip snow." - Nice simile! Smiley
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Iris on: November 08, 2019, 10:04:14 PM
Shimmering waves of purple Iris flowers swelling in the caressing wind, purple heads smiling atop long deep green thin bodies glistening as their fine white hairs glow gloriously in a shower of chamomile sunlight, pouring generously through gooey breaks in the marshmallow clouds, hanging like fluffy warm translucent curtains. Sweet nectar in the air is a honey creek trickling by, gently rolling over smooth rocks and lapping at my nose, tinkling like a small chime ringing. My finger sticking to pollen on the resplendent flower head, like blue tack latching on, bitterness and sweetness waging a small battle over my tongue after I lick my glistening finger. Low humming of the wind in the valley and rustling stalks sound like orchestral cymbals shimmering. Afternoon ballet of spring birds showing for hours…
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Puck on: November 07, 2019, 09:52:53 PM
Black liquorice blur smudging across the crunching ice, slithering like a snake moving at warp speed, hissing through the air, the puck cracks like a bullet against the plastic guard in front of bellowing audience, the crowd a musical instrument triggered by the quick snap of the puck. Sitting in the bleachers gazing over the vista of the erupting stadium, a volcano ready to explode as the puck enters the goal, steam rising and cool droplets of sweat trickle from my brow, malty ice cold beer lapping in my mouth like a disturbed pool as carbonated bubbles explode and tickle the roof of my mouth. Ice rink smells fresh and cool, like winter inside the building brewing tempestuously. Leaning back into hard plastic, the seat bending to my will as my back aches and I lengthen my muscles. A relaxing filmy daze over my eyes…
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stool on: November 06, 2019, 10:13:19 PM
Roughly hewn legs of the stool grounded firmly onto the ringing floorboards, the legs like rolling hills on a chilly autumn afternoon, their rough slicing fingers of wood splinters placated by years of hands and legs rubbing the wood into a smooth crystallised sugary coat. Warm burning timber hangs in the air like a freshener, light and smooth, hanging dust dries my bitter mouth, accosting my throat my body responds with violent coughs, my epiglottis ringing like alarm bells warning of invasion. The woodworking room toasty and warm and salty with sweat, the air soft like a pillow caressing my face and neck, the room filled with heavy clanging metal and throbbing planks of wood clanking as they bow down onto rough work benches. Vices and hammers tinging like a choir of small bells and voices, celebrating the gooey tepid afternoon sun blobbing in through the highly vaulted windows…
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