Week 6-Days 3to4

Hello! More catchup writing here. I finished the 2nd half of Wednesday’s writing assignments and all of Thursday’s.

Day 3 – Nouns/Verbs Pt II

The second half of Wednesday’s writing included 5 noun/verb pairs, reordered and reused from part I. This is not my favorite way to do this. If it was boring to write about the noun ‘budget’ the first time, changing the verb doesn’t help, especially when you have an equally boring and cerebral verb, to boot! But that is my perfectionist, lazy self talking…..


Flies borne about on Mother Nature’s breath, tumbling and buzzing, into the cobwebs prescribed to be their fate. Death’s sticky embrace brings on ecstatic throes, suffocation, and silence.


The sweet tastes of spiritual rhythms are, at first, little drops of sugar dropped on the tongue. Repeated holiday exposures transforms lingual desires into gnawing hungers. A plastic wrapper crinkles and syrupiness fills the air. Amen!


One’s submersion into capitalism, a drowning man’s panic, brings on a fluttering of debts. An avalanche covers, overturns, and squeezes one’s life away, as debt orchestrates the heavens to fall on your head.


You spend the long night tossing, turning, sweating, and anxious. Thoughts tumble mindlessly around in the clothes dryer of your mind. Amnesic sleep. Awake, courage embraces decisions and build you up for they are your fortress walls.


Joe sneaks around the back of the barn and flicks the cigarette lighter. Blue-burning flame and the smell of horse hay ignites hatred and wood simultaneously. Toss! Crackling is Joe’s signal to depart.

Day 4 – Working from Nouns to Verbs

For Day 4, we were given the nouns. We had to come up with the verbs and then write metaphoric sentences and/or paragraphs, using sense-bound descriptions. My husband randomly gave me some verbs; I tweaked a few of them.


Drawing you into its luxury by its pink fondant packaging, the cupcake sleeps, lying in wait for you to take that bite. Chomp! Joy releases itself into your mouth. Pleasure rises in your heart. You chew.


Myra ran, hands in the air thrashing wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs nonstop while her Ann Klein black and grey plaid pants eat her legs.


Duty drinks to itself, raising champagne glasses of awareness, as the gates of self-consciousness are released. Walls long built crash down into broken bits of concrete and burnt wood. A white flag waves in the distance


Old stains which Stanley Steamer could not get out, the carpet educates Jon’s mother about the dangers of letting him run around with an uncovered juice box. Past punishments echo from his room, old ghosts of shame, and chain him tight with tears.


The green frog and pink pig puppets elucidate imagination and fire up the old car. Vroom, vroom! Our spirits float instantly, zerberting around the room rudely, wildly thrashing in mental circles. Plastic balloons zoom out window. Giggles.


The captain of the Black Pearl drives her on the Nascar seas, taking wild turns away from her pursuers. Black clouds billow menacingly behind eager police chasers. The roar of the ocean cheers the Pearl onward.


The projector infiltrates the hanging screen incessantly. White lights, black letters, and color pictures sentenced to three hours under the jury’s penetrating gaze. No rest for the weary.


The van got a flat tire when it ran over the tree branch. Janey broke her leg. The mayor died in a one-car crash when it ran off the road and head first into a tree.


The teacher commits the name of every student to memory. Mary wears skirts. Martin smells of turnips. Jerry flaps his arms when nervous.


Dave held up his sword, ready for combat. The sword yawned and fell down limply in Dave’s hand.


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