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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 / light on: September 23, 2019, 04:31:35 AM
Flying from flower to flower, touching tender and virgin petals of hundred different flowers. Small chelas are lending on the big in comparing lily tail, trying to find balance with huge magnificent, ready to shimmer on that carnival, wings. Tiny proboscis making a way from spin in circle to straight line longing reach celestial honey dew. When the sun gives to the world last gold raylets – filled falls asleep, and only farmer’s door-light is accorded attention of beautiful filled livers. Without them knowing about danger this light can cause…
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Pancakes on: September 20, 2019, 04:56:15 AM
beautiful!!! Wink Cheesy Roll Eyes
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / thermostat on: September 17, 2019, 04:40:46 AM
Flicker of stars is chining through the very thick glass, and trying to overwhelm the pitch-black blanket, what is cowering totally everything. New three-month trip had started. And you can have mixed fillings. Earth, the Earth used to see every day from the “inside” now is so close to you, but you can see it in the whole volume. You can see many cities, countries and even continents, while the moon, meteorites, planets, space debris and the new-shaped red sun are open for your eye to see them too. Feelings of your nothingness and triviality will come very soon. And these thoughts will throb your mind throughout your being here and doing your work by fixing thermostats, machines, electricity, air distribution. All those simple, small things what gives your heart a chance to keep beating…
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / flag on: September 16, 2019, 04:32:42 AM
The wind will blow again, and she will come. Everybody knew it, but still time was passing too slow and too prolix. Kids were spending their free time watching the window. Observing the street outside. Trying to leave a life at least in imagination, because there was nobody to take them on the walk. The dog was walking and smelling all the flowers on the street, hearing the noise of cars and feet running to the work. People were wearing gray dresses, dark suits, black pants, unnoticeable shoes and hats. But nobody dressed like she did. Maybe they were too scared to be noticed even by themselves? Mr Banks was hoisting the flag again. One more endless day without heard had started.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / scarf on: September 15, 2019, 08:33:14 AM
Snow is falling down, the sky looks now like a white saltcellar what is full of fluffy snowflakes, and ain’t going to stop the snowfall till the spring. The village now reminds a fairytale town with gingerbread houses, covered with endless frost. Colorful lights are shining in every window and on every tree in the small town. Smell of cinnamon ginger mulled wine won’t let you forget: “The Christmas is coming”. All the year kids were waiting for the morning when the Christmas tree is hiding big and bright boxes with presents inside. And at last this morning will come tomorrow. But for today kids are shouting and laughing, building snowmen and playing snowballs outside, wearing their warrants of happy holiday – scarfs.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Lagoon on: September 11, 2019, 05:46:20 AM
That was cool! Wink
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: September 11, 2019, 05:38:54 AM
“Take your umbrella, honey. It’s going to rain” – I can hear my mom saying from the next room. “Bye mom” – moms never know what they are talking about, so I’m just closing the door and running down the stairs, thinking where I will go today. The lake 15 minutes far from home will be a perfect place as usual. Walking down the street, breathing the chemicals and gazes what the cars-beetles are producing. The highway might look like an ant-road from the plane-dragonfly high. I hate the noise and the smell of highway, but that’s the only way to get to my little secret place. The lake, where I’ve spent most of my free time. The place, where I can be alone anytime. Finally, I can see so native rocks and firs, the water here is as clean as an eye of newborn baby. I can even hear the breathing of this baby-nature. So calm and so quiet. Only thunder is disturbing the silence. I should have taken an umbrella…
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Lagoon on: September 10, 2019, 05:04:48 PM
Thank you  Wink
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Boutonničre on: September 10, 2019, 05:29:44 AM
I really like this "An army of angry blood cells march through his arteries looking for the source of this upset". Good job!
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lagoon on: September 10, 2019, 05:25:53 AM
Beams of setting sun, swaying water and mountain covered with Tropic Forest like with night blanket. Crystal-white wild sand beach is flowing round by warmed during the day emerald water. It’s so clean you can even see the ground ten meters far down. Light evening breeze is reminding us to turn back to the land, but we don’t want to start the boat and ruin all the quietness what an equatorial evening was gently shaping to one more invaluable memory. Now, when the sun is gone, but sky is still reflecting tones of hues and colors in huge water-full clouds, creating a light show what is changing every minute, and will never be the same, the keepers of the lagoon come down do the beach from high and mazy brunches…
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / plywood on: September 05, 2019, 04:37:54 AM
Walking through the rows of shelves longing to the ceiling. Looking through all the cartoon boxes and plastic wraps. Going through the kingdom of lamps, torchiers, chandeliers, lusters, table-lamps, what are shining and going out, to the land of baths and toilets, mirrors and sinks. Finally, we get to the building section and find the thing we needed – plywood. The perfect material to build a house for my dog. My grandpa is still talking with salesman, while I’m hugging a square twice bigger than I actually am. I can’t wait to drive home and get started with my first dog-house ever.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Pickles on: September 03, 2019, 05:10:28 AM
Marksy, great job! I really like it! Wink
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / pickles on: September 03, 2019, 05:09:01 AM
Smell of sweat and spoffish sounds of pots, bottles, steps, water poured on the floor and a wailing voice. I accurately step inside the summer kitchen and cautiously watch my grandma dealing with all the stuff for making pickles. I want to help her, but what a five years old girl can really help with? I will only be an irritant and hindrance. But suddenly grandma is turning straight to me and blurred in the big smile. I can see her tired face and eyes shining throughout with love. I didn’t expect at all. Some minutes past I’m already washing green, small, fresh and a bit prickly cucumbers. There are a hundred of them cruising in the big yellow bowl with water, waiting for my small fingers to grab them and tenderly wash off all the summer raid.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hurricane on: September 02, 2019, 08:00:31 PM
Hot summer day, the wheat is shinning with gold, and you can feel the summer breeze slowly turning to the autumn wind. A young girl is playing with black small dog, laughing and having a childy consecration with dark fluffy ball. Clouds are running and changing their shapes from a tiger with wings to the ice-creamed saxophone, from the lollipops forest to the dog-lead. But suddenly big, dusty, full of anger and strength hurricane is coming out of nowhere. Dog’s barking and sand flying in the air makes way of the young dreamy-girl home hard and full of fear. A few seconds before the hurricane was far enough to have some time to get to the safe place, and now it’s already here throwing leaves and stones, mud and water in chaotic trajectories, spoiling all the beauty of last summer days. The peaceful valley turned to the battle-field with the debaser. Finally the girl get into the house, but one more flaw takes the small square, what used to be the safe place up in the irate sky. 
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / shoe laces on: September 01, 2019, 05:42:04 AM
Morning sun is chinning through the sheers and raylets are falling all over the room. Soft armchair in the corner and fluffy carpet on the floor, smolder in the chimney, smell mother’s perfume and flowers on the table. All these things are making home the best place in the world. Soft and fast steps from one room to another. A small kid is ready for new things to learn, different smells to smell and sounds to hear. Five years in this world isn’t enough yet to stop being happy and curious about simple things. On the way to parent’s room kid saw the shoes which she couldn’t tie. That’ll be the thing she will learn today…
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