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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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 on: November 10, 2018, 07:42:28 PM 
Started by Mott - Last post by Mott
It starts with a chill.
An uncomfortable cool.
Bright lights all around me,
A cold steel tool
Pressed firm on my chest
Whatever that is
Remembering these moments
Is gonna take practice.
These hands are a blessing
And with them I sin
And this life and its lessons
Pass by like the wind.
No time to smell roses,
They last but a moment.
Too much pain to endure
Too much violence and torment.
(end of 10 minutes)
But yeah
John said life goes on
Long after the thrill
Of living is gone.
And in that time,
When the fog finally clears,
Look on in the distance
And years and years
Are flying away
Like leaves on the breeze.
And I feel as empty
As a branch in the trees.
(okay enough dark talk... time to close this one out.)

 on: November 10, 2018, 06:47:29 PM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
the sky is black, the moon illuminating the ghostly fog that hovers over the house
a bat flies out of the brick chimney and darts away as a shadow in the night
the shutters sway back and forth, ominously tapping against the glass window
there's no movement inside, no light
i walk up the cobblestone path, up the creaky porch stairs that lead to the front door
i extend my hand for the brass handle
just before touching the door cracks open
somewhat spooked i hesitate
'must be the wind' i tell myself
october can be chilling
people embracing and acting out in deathly ways
a black cat darts from the door and between my two feet, screeching bloody murder
a crack of unsuspecting lightning stiffens the tiny hairs on the back of my neck
i step in through the door and into the darkness
the lights blare on, my pupils burn and retract

 on: November 10, 2018, 04:06:59 PM 
Started by daflem - Last post by daflem
Invisible to the naked eye. I squint my eyelids in an attempt to see you. I canít, but I need to. I want to.

You whistle in my ear. Sometimes wanted. Sometimes a sharp pain. Always a reminder youíre there.

I cannot smell you, but I know youíre there. Youíre fresh, but sting my nostrils. Sometimes.

You wrap your arms around me, or what I imagine to be your arms. A sigh of relief, sitting in the sun with a book, and you relax me. In a different season, you and the air combine to make me colder. I snuggle up inside and watch you torment the leaves of the tomato plant on the fire escape.

I donít think you always know the extent to which you can affect things. I donít think you mean to. But I donít think you always know your own strength.

As I sit inside, cozied under a blue blanket, curled up like a cat in my red chair, I see how you affect the water, causing ripples everywhere. I have seen you on the news, toppling trees and breaking down houses.

Can you control yourself? Or did we make you this way? I wonder as I sit, listening to a musician use you as a tool to make their instrument speak.

 on: November 10, 2018, 01:15:29 PM 
Started by Bumbletoes - Last post by Bumbletoes
Above me was a sign creaking. It was one of those metal signs attached to an outstretched metal rod. There were 2 rings at each end fastening it to its supporter which allowed it to swing and flap lazily on most nights. Tonight though it was moving in only one direction, swift and true. The wind was blowing so hard that leaves dared to dance on the street. They were miniature tornadoes swirling in my path. Each one freshly liberated from the branches above. Maybe this was some kind of leaf celebration, a world unknown to us. I stood there imagining this strange world where leaves were out on some contrived autumn holiday. Losing myself in the moment I almost forgot how hard the wind was blowing. It was a boreal punch in the face that snapped my mind back to reality.

 on: November 10, 2018, 12:56:38 PM 
Started by Dreobject - Last post by Dreobject

Ripples grow across the waterís surface, whipped into a frenzy by the wind. The wind blows across my ears sounding like someone blowing across the top of a glass bottle, whirring and deafening in my ear. Each strand of hair on my head has been tossed in every direction. The birds are fully aware, as groups of gulls are grounded temporarily. They glance skyward, hoping for their chance to go on the hunt. Gravity driven rain faces competition, and the wind blows it sideways on its way down. Wind proof gear cannot stand up to this wind, and it feels like it is blowing through my body, bringing an icy chill. Gusts arouse the sand from the beach, and it lands in my eyes and mouth. I spit out its salty grains, and blink furiously trying to clear my eyes.

 on: November 10, 2018, 04:40:27 AM 
Started by AvailableBeat - Last post by AvailableBeat
A thousand flies tethered in the air. Each a melody of a dream. You relax the walls and open your eyes, and the aroma of the sky floods in. Crashing into hopes and frights foaming and rocking and barely steering clear of wave after wave of unrelenting boom. The muffle of drowning. The saltwater fear. The pound of a heart under a leaking roof. A vessel of a head, fighting with oared arms of persistence. And you stare at the expanse for one brief, clear moment. An endless horizon of possibility. Chopped to pieces by giants of the sea

 on: November 10, 2018, 01:46:32 AM 
Started by Moonshine - Last post by Moonshine
There was salt in the wind.
Tasted like nothing else on this earth
overtones of mussels  and popcorn  and bladder wrack .
crisp.. with a hint of diesel.
Ripped through the  layers my clothes
made me feel naked and foolish.
I took the boat as far as I dared
but the lines were being drawn .
this far and no farther.

 on: November 09, 2018, 07:23:01 PM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
hey, thank you guys! i feel like I'm really breaking into new territory with these exercises. looking forward to reading through yours!

 on: November 09, 2018, 04:07:18 PM 
Started by daflem - Last post by daflem
I run down the line. I canít believe I hit the ball that far. The dirt wallows up as I round first, nearly rolling my ankle on the bag. All I can hear is my breath as I round first, my coach yelling at me to keep running, I can make it to third. Pure adrenaline shoots through my body, the second baseman, standing, mouth agape, unsure of what to do. I close my eyes and slide.

Eyelids snap open. Sheís there, waiting for me in the audience, cheering me on. Sweat drips down my face, makeup running into my mouth and eyes as I take the final bow. I run out back to greet her, and hopefully sneak a kiss outside the back. My stomach drops - Iíve never felt this nervous before. I feel like Iím doing something wrong, but so right at the same time. Itís not until later that I regret it. I close my eyes and lean in to press my lips against hers.

I startle myself awake. The train rounded the corner and all of my belongings that keep me safe are with me. They havenít woken up yet, but I know that they will wake soon. Towering mountains reflected in the lakes provide comfort as I finally feel alone with my thoughts. I canít wait to tell them at home the experiences Iíve had. Running for trains, eating goulash, bread and cheese galore, and taking a train across the Austrian countryside. I let my eyelids soften and my eyes roll back.

I carefully open my eyes. Unsure if I am there or here. But youíre here so I must be as well. I can feel you next to me. Warm, still with sporadic twitches, heavy breathing as you peruse your own adventures. I look up. Circular, netting, feathers hanging down. Providing comfort through the night.

 on: November 09, 2018, 03:45:36 PM 
Started by Higgs88 - Last post by Higgs88
Sitting on red clay earth, sun stretched out over us like a canopy my hands cold in the breezy morning. Grass pushes down with dew we rip open granola bars, silver plastic crunching I bite into sweet oats, chocolate chips melting over my teeth. Past a tree, ancient and moving like a pendulum the dream catcher hangs, circles of engraved wood and cloth, inky in the shadowy light, reflective. Dreams of our old plantation house, summers on the street, eating watermelon it dribbles down my mouth cars drift by and the smell of bananas and coffee is strong from the stairs. Widowed trees, shaking and crooked, everything growing in my dream until I feel suffocated, claustrophobic, breaths like quick footsteps the air goes dark I'm in my bed, soft light of the clock reads 1:27 I pour the blankets back over my shivering shoulders. Dreams, like runaway--   

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