He thinks he’s the life of the party, now on can number eleven he’s almost fully tanked. Dancing with abandon, arms and legs flailing like a tank landing on D-Day. The river of alcohol inf… more →
Sense based Creative Writing Exercisesobjectwriter01 wrote 8 hours ago: He thinks he’s the life of the party, now on can number eleven he’s almost fully tanked. … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: What is it about a crumpet? It’s different to bread, spongy, pliant,not well defined. Biting i … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: Rockin’ Ropes I think it was called down there in Rotarua N.Z. We arrived at a yard full of te … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: Blue dot, green dot, yellow dot, red dot. Splotches of colour, perfect circles on glossy white backg … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: I quiet enjoyed the train journey into the city on Tuesday nights, it was unusual for me as mostly … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: Eyes scanning the skies for invaders, he sits on a telegraph pole near where the cross member is bol … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 day ago: Secret secrets, a cape and black shall swishing through a forest carried by thundering horses hooves … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 6 days ago: Rows of serving dishes in shining porcelain white. A metal tray full of carved slices of meat on the … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: Mum snored. Big time. I’d hear it through the walls. How did dad ever manage to sleep with all … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: The sun had now dipped down far enough that it was casting long shadows across the asphalt of the sc … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: Cork grows on trees, did you know that? I certainly didn’t, but while on a week long stay in t … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: There’s a knowing, a sense that reality is shimmering like you’re watching it through th … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: Overweight clouds gather together toward the end of the day – all the accumulated humidity see … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: She sits on a wall on a corner near a block of flats, dress cut way above the knee, short sleeve sh … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 1 week ago: Does a single day go by without at least one look up on the megalith of Google? This magnet for que … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 2 weeks ago: The oven door yawns open and a pale yellow light reveals a tray – sizzling and spitting away. … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 2 weeks ago: A repository of discarded thoughts and ideas. An inverted volcano wanting to spew forth a lava of re … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 2 weeks ago: Tuning in on the old Rambler radio, the big dial surfs across waves of static, occasional bursts of … more →
objectwriter01 wrote 2 weeks ago: Flipper on the TV, black and white from memory – or in memory. Rising out of the water on his … more →