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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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 on: November 13, 2018, 04:15:30 PM 
Started by FunkySea - Last post by FunkySea
The creaking wooden construction is covered with what looks like paper m‚chť to suggest rocks and to a child the protrusions were daunting and mysterious and I entered the black hole and the sound was different in the little corridor full of voices of mostly kids and girls with high pitched voices and the rumble of the wheels on the tracks. The turns switch our collective body fluids around and create ticklish sensations in the body. The liver being flushed one way then another like a boulder on a beach the water washing first one way then another. The gentle delicate tissues holding up to the abuse knowing things will calm down and Iím feeling thirsty the mouth dry and wanting the sensation of cool liquid rolling over the arid flesh like seaweeds searching for contact as fish are gently caressing and being caressed their expressionless eyes hiding some sensations of desire want and destiny they let themselves be cleaned by this underwater car wash and one is bright red with white and black stripes and a shark is nearby like a distant reminder of instant death in giant jaws and her teeth are huge and so much has passed over them saltwater by the hundreds of gallons and the water is forever being mixed and passed around between the different oceans and very very little ends up in living organisms most water probably never interacts with animals it just lives in the world of other water and perhaps rocks we are tiny points in a huge canvas filled with majestic and slowly but forever changing features and the dry lake bed is beckoning come crunch my stiff sandy shell and release the soft
powder underneath and the tires and heavily advancing crushing and compressing and a large boulder hidden by the featureless yellow ocean lies i

 on: November 13, 2018, 02:41:14 PM 
Started by Lowwraine13 - Last post by Lowwraine13
                  The shimmer of dew on the grass wraps all around the headstones and black metal fencing. I find her stone and gently seat myself upon it. She doesn't have much to say, if she says anything at all. Grandma's always been a good listener though and this time is no different as I go on about little sisters wedding. The wedding this past weekend. "It was pure bliss Grandma!" I tell her about little sis's white floral embroidered dress, how her hair was perfectly tangled into a beautiful blonde hive laying upon her head, and the rollercoaster of emotions that weaved its way through every step the bride took and every look from her eyes into the man of her dreams eyes. The night went by fast. Champagne, family, catered barbecue chicken, and hardwood shuffling, prancing, and dancing. "We had a blast Grandma, and certainly wish you could of been there!". 

 on: November 13, 2018, 12:06:51 PM 
Started by Dreobject - Last post by Dreobject

I can feel the blood in my face draining, and I donít need a mirror to know it is completely white. My stomach, full of cotton candy and cinnamon sugar fried dough, is dropping, maybe from the weight of the blood leaving my face. A little bit of fried dough popped back up, and I taste it again, without the sweetness. I stare forward, tilting my head up to look at the gigantic 5 story roller coaster. My girlfriend pokes me in my side with a laugh. She mouths ďitíll be funĒ but the words fly over me, and I didnít hear a word of what she said. The line is short today, and I have no time to stall or back out. Strapped into the seat with a metal restraint, I feel like a prisoner making the initial walk into the unknown world. A thumbs up from the bald, middle aged operator sends us off.

 on: November 13, 2018, 12:06:18 AM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
dad barges through the front door, annoyed and disappointed
he stops and stares right at me, raising an eyebrow, as if i'm supposed to know what he's about to say
i stare back wide-eyed and confused
without speaking a word, he marches over, picks me up off the couch by the collar and tosses me out the front door
leaning up against his truck is a rake, the same rake he put in my hands months ago.
he nudges me down the front steps and says,
'get combing!'
fall is beautiful but the mess it leaves in and around our front yard is a nightmare
my little brother is at a school function so it looks like I'm stuck with the laborious task of bagging-up autumn's leaves
i grab the old rusted rake from the side of the car and drag it behind me across the driveway, scraping it along the cracked frozen concrete as i walk shamefully toward the first naked tree
the fallen leaves are stacked knee-high, and they're really starting to stink
they've been collecting there since the end of summer, through many rainy nights and frosty november snowfalls
they are clumped, frozen together, heavy and a bitch to rake
this would have been much easier on me if i had done the chore when my father first asked, but i seem to have a knack for learning lessons the hard way.
i start by digging through the crusted surface, yanking the rake toward me as to break up the stubborn pile
my torso heats quickly under this flannel jacket
my knuckles are white gripping the slender wooden...

 on: November 12, 2018, 02:53:09 PM 
Started by FunkySea - Last post by FunkySea
A brightly colored yellow comb not too big just the right size I lift it to my head and pull it through my brown mane. Each strand of hair meets the force of the comb and is reoriented like a squiggly iPhone holder. Try reorienting one of your fingers like that. The hair is so flexible sticking out like trees in a forest and seen from above the forest is an unbroken green canopy. Listening from this vantage point besides the wind you hear the birds and sometimes larger animals. Itís a world of parts playing together the air is still and clear and I slowly dive down through the canopy and the upper branches greet me in stoic quiet salute. Leaves are soft and the branches sort of prickly but yielding and the bark is smooth. Further down the branches get bigger and the bark more complex and abrasive. The bark is streaked with large channels between strands and these layers like mille-feuille dough is hard and here a woodpecker sits and is carving out a home for her family. She strikes the surface of the wood and penetrates the bark sending splinters everywhere. She recharges with incredible speed and makes a loud woody toc toc toc sound as she does

 on: November 12, 2018, 11:49:46 AM 
Started by Dreobject - Last post by Dreobject

Her fingernail runs across the top of the fine toothed comb, making a percussive fanning sound, like a deck of cards being shuffled. Over and over she does it, and it calms her like a meditation. Every so often, she picks it up and runs it through her hair, smooth strokes through her straight fine hair. She drops the comb under her nose, smelling the lavender scent that has been etched into over the years. She runs her hand down her hair, grab three strands and weaves a braid directly in front of her, faces, and then she lets it fall.

 on: November 12, 2018, 05:05:44 AM 
Started by daflem - Last post by John M
right on! this is great stuff!

 on: November 12, 2018, 05:02:07 AM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
my palms were sweaty anxiously looking at the clock on the dashboard
my mom could sense my discomfort and pushed the pedal a little harder to the floor
my heart sped up too.

she'd rolled into the movie theater a little late
i was standing on the curb out in front
kicking my toes aimlessly into the concrete while nervously pacing back and forth
my date had been picked up already and i was alone
i could see the clock inching toward 3pm and i had a terrible gut-wrenching feeling i was going to be late
first pitch started in thirty short minutes and i had about 30 miles of long winding roads to travel through
we saw the town sign, welcoming us to mount vernon, established in 17 something or other
farmland stretched across the entire landscape
our schools all-dirt baseball field took up a small untilled corner of the cornfield out behind the elementary school
we flew down the north road and i couldn't help but notice the ever-growing amount of cars lined up on the side of the road as we approached the fields
today was our little-league championship game and i'd been on a date
the tires squealed as mom pulled into the parking lot right behind the dugouts
i kicked the door open with my rubber cleats and stuffed my aged-leather glove underneath my arm and sprinted for field
my mom hollered abruptly, stopping me in my tracks,
'don't forget your hat!'

 on: November 11, 2018, 07:07:16 PM 
Started by daflem - Last post by daflem
Exhilaration pulled the covers off me that morning. Putting on my pants two legs at a time, I sprang to the kitchen, trying to keep my cool but having a hard time keeping my excitement bottled up. I ate my eggs, slightly greasy, and two chicken apple sausages, in a superstitious fashion that I believed would allow me to hit the ball farther. I spent 20 minutes getting ready that day, my first baseball game. Made sure my stirrups lined up appropriately, putting my pants on, carefully tucking in my shirt. I then grab the hat. I grab the bill, curve the sides of the hat. I can smell the sweat and see the colored stain inside the hat - the salt of my sweat and blood. Practice after practice of wearing my body down in an attempt to do everything a little better. I close my eyes, visualizing standing in the batterís box, my bill keeping the sun out of my eyes, the taste of sunflower seeds on the tip of my tongue, gripping the bat, knuckles lined up in order to get the perfect swing. I hear the crowd, but that sound goes blank. I focus. I meditate. Here is where I find my peace.

 on: November 11, 2018, 01:50:08 PM 
Started by Dreobject - Last post by Dreobject

The Summer sun high on the sky radiates heat in every direction. My baseball hat, pulled down over my eyes provides relief for my eyes, allowing me to see without squinting. Sweat pores from my forehead and wets my hat, concealing the salt rings from previous breakouts. My hat is a security blanket, making my hair look great no matter what shape itís in. When I put it on, it means go time. At the end of the day, I turn it upside down and it holds my wallet and my keys.

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