i saw it, the evidence, just lying there, waiting for me to pick it up and end this whole mess and save my partner but that is a little hard to do when you’re tied up in chains with a golden dragon in your face.
I love bagels they have cream cheese and sometimes blueberries! with cream cheese smothered over a toasted, warm bagel, there is nothing better for a simple breakfest on the go! its delectible and will always leave you feeling warm
bagels remind me of new york. i don’t know why. but they do. it’s like that breakfast that everyone must have at least once in their lifetime while living in new york. you can pretty much eat it anywhere with anything. coffee. or salty. dean and deluca i think was my favorite bagel shop. can’t really remember if that’s the correct name. i just know i loved it there.
So I’m sitting in the cafe eating my bagel and this girl walks in and I’m like ‘Whoa’. And she’s like ‘who, me’? and I’m like ‘yeah, you.’ And she’s like ‘you serious?’ And I’m like ‘I have money.’ And she’s like ‘Oh well in that case.’
i love everything bagels, especially with the chive cream cheese spread from the beanery. i’m embarrassed at how often i go there, ordering the same thing. but they’re too good. and the oniony bits. on the bagel itself. brooklyn bagel was not that good at all.
I like blueberry bagels. I use to not be fond of broadening the horizon on the “Bagel Selection”. You know what else is spectacular? An everything bagel. All those seeds and want not on it just make it that much better.
memorial memories of misanthropes
distant days past passed gone by
left to fade away like a lonely day
upper west side
schmear h & h
never one to go maudlin
but those bagel remind me of when
i can never go back then.
bagels are round and soft and once i was eating a semi stale bagel and it broke my retainer and i cried because i thought my mom would be angry but she didnt blame me she blamed the bagel. but i dont blame the bagel. i dont know who i blame.
last week for breakfast
that was too much
i go to the gym to work out
the bagel added fat to my body
i need to starve myself
maybe then i will actually like myself
bagels are to blame for society
I think about the future we might have. The mornings with a bagel and coffee in hand. You smiling and looking at me as I struggle to get ready for the day. I dream about a time when we’re together and the only distance that separates us is caused by our arms as we hold hands. That day will come I’m sure. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming about this dream as my dream come true dreams a similar dream. 500 miles away. I love you.
God i love bagels. I swear i could eat them for the rest of my life…well aslong as i can put things on he bagels or inside, like a sandwich. I heard those are fantastic. You can do so many things with a simple bagel, plus there are so many different types.
I think about the future we might have. The mornings with a bagel and coffee in hand. You smiling and looking at me as I struggle to get ready for the day. I dream about a time when we’re together and the only distance that separates us causes by our arms as we hold hands. That day will come I’m sure. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming about this dream as my dream come true dreams the same dream. I love you.
i feel like i should be writing a fantastic story that has to do with a bagel. not really just the bagel but the bagel has a large part within the story. I’m just not sure what that is quite yet.
Bagel makes me think of paris or cream cheese. I think they are fantastic. i love them. great way to start the morning along with a good cup of joe. They can be super sweet or tart. just depends on what you put on it.
carbs and carbs
i used to eat one every day with cream cheese
i wish i can now
some with lox
brings back memories of dance class
ages ago
donuts but savory
rings for giants
eat one if you dare
the end im done
Bagels can be very lonely, they are missing their core, which in the case of humans, is incredibly important when it comes to love, it is where the heart is.
Food is amazing. I love to eat all kinds of food because it is necessary for the human body to process the food. If we didn’t have food we’d all be dead. So I’m going to go eat a bagel with cheese and ham. Because I’m hoping it’ll taste good. It sounds good. I want to eat it. Let me go to the fridge.
She stopped buttering the bagel and stared out the window. How did her life get to a point where stopping to eat breakfast made her feel guilty for wasting time?
The bagel had only made it halfway to his mouth, which was now hanging open in an almost comical shape. The entire picture would have been completely hilarious if I hadn’t just told him I was pregnant.
Oh bagel. I do miss you. Toasted or not. Soft, so soft. Full. Tough. Delicious. Hearty. Fill me up. I could eat you plain. With a little berries mixed in the batter, that was nice.
He was pouring his heart out to me, but all I could think of was the bagel sitting on his desk. How deliciously tender and salty it looked. Oh, he is waiting for a reply um…”I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry”, and he continued with his whining.
The bagel was not as good as it looked in the picture. I wonder if I can sue for false advertising? I should look into this cause I spent my last five dollars on that bagel and a shmear! Damn shame. Public Enemy was right–don’t believe the hype!
Arms flung wide, he gestures wildly, forgetting for the moment that the bagel is still in his hand. It flies from his hand and hits me directly in the face, scattering me in a shower of fine crumbs and dark poppy seeds.
“What are you doing?” murmurs the sleepy man. His friend replies with a simple, “Getting a quick breakfast together.”
Yixing watches as Jongin spreads cream cheese across the bagel, wrinkling his noise in distaste. “Couldn’t have gotten the blueberry kind, could you?” Jongin just laughs.
i eat those for breakfast. they’re soft and you put cream cheese on them and then you eat them after you maybe put them in the toaster if you want but if you don’t they’re good either way so you can just always put some motherfuckin cream cheese or butter on that bitch however you want it and it’ll taste just as good. sometimes when i’m hungover i will eat the bagel by itself and i will break off little pieces to absorb the acid in my stomach. bagels are juts so bagel like.
I thought of nothing as I smeared my cream cheese onto the plan bagel. Looking up I tried to spot if Ashley had gotten here yet but couldn’t see anyone through the cluster of people hanging about in the coffee shop.
He grabbed a bagel from in front of him, sinking into it with a satisfying bite. The man was in a good mood; the man he hated most in the world was going away — for a long time. Finally, he had a break.
Well< I absolutely love them. I have them for breakfast every morning at school. Blueberry bagels are my favorite! I always have to eat them with cream cheese, though. In my opinion, they are the best breakfast one can have.
bagels are a thing that most people eat and I am one of those people and I have no excuse as to why.
some just eat it because its something to do while others eat to stay alive.
I am the one who eats for something to do.
“A bagel?” Steve opened the paper back, staring at the freshly toasted specimen. “You brought me a bagel?”
“What were you expecting, a donut?” Riley rolled her eyes. “Seriously…men.”
“Hey!” He pushed the bagel up through the paper envelope and began to sniff at the golden crust. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said.” She perked a brow. “What are you doing?”
“Figuring out what kind of cream cheese-”
“Original. Regular. Full-fat. Whatever you want to call it. Sheesh. For crying out loud, Steve. I just bought you a bagel. I should’ve eaten it myself. I was being nice.”
“You didn’t have to.”
His girlfriend stared at him for a full minute and then she reached over, yanked the bagel from his surprised fingers and took an overly large bite out of the snack. She chewed vigorously for a moment and swallowed, then took another bite and handed it back. “There. See? No poison. No weird anything. I’m alive. I’m fine.” She swallowed with a wince. “And except for the fact that I don’t particularly care for plain bagels, I’m fine. Happy?”
Steve flashed a hesitant smile, taking a careful nibble of the returned bagel. “It’s very good.” He said, after a moment. “and you didn’t really have to do that. I don’t expect you to try and poison me. It’d be too obvious.”
Riley made a strangled sound in her throat. “I’ll kill you.” She groaned, eyes rolling heavenward. “I swear, I will kill you.”
He smiled, softly. “I’ll be waiting.”
He didn’t protest when she pushed him off the park bench.
Mmm, there’s nothing in the world like a toasty bagel on a cold morning. Except maybe sex. Yes. Sex was better than a toasty bagel on a cold morning. But only when she had had enough sleep. Otherwise, she preferred carbs and cream cheese for breakfast. And maybe a little coffee.
She had never had a bagel in her life until she was 27yrs old and returned to the State of her birth. What a surprise she had to learn of such a simple pleasure that had existed so long.
The bagel felt moist in my mouth. the taste was so spicy and flavorful, I wanted to spit it out, but I knew that I couldn’t. They were watching me. Give it up, the little voices in my head screamed. All that fat. All the greasy buttery dough sliding down your throat. You don’t want that. You want to feel light and skinny, like you can fly. I swallowed the bite, grimacing. My anchor to ugliness.
“Oh my God, It’s shaped like a bagel!”
“What!” He leaned over to see better, then stifled a giggle.
“Well, we can always correct it through surgery!”
She reached down and stroked it.
“I don’t now, I think it’s kind of cute!”
It was like a donut. Without the frosting. This whole diet thing SUCKED! I stared down at my plate, that held the hideous thing the called a bagel. Did I really like these when I was little?! I remember bagels being beautifully toasted with loads of butter and cream cheese. But this…thing…staring back at me was all brown and had specks of oats in the bread. This indeed was a disgrace.
i saw it, the evidence, just lying there, waiting for me to pick it up and end this whole mess and save my partner but that is a little hard to do when you’re tied up in chains with a golden dragon in your face.
I love bagels they have cream cheese and sometimes blueberries! with cream cheese smothered over a toasted, warm bagel, there is nothing better for a simple breakfest on the go! its delectible and will always leave you feeling warm
bagels remind me of new york. i don’t know why. but they do. it’s like that breakfast that everyone must have at least once in their lifetime while living in new york. you can pretty much eat it anywhere with anything. coffee. or salty. dean and deluca i think was my favorite bagel shop. can’t really remember if that’s the correct name. i just know i loved it there.
So I’m sitting in the cafe eating my bagel and this girl walks in and I’m like ‘Whoa’. And she’s like ‘who, me’? and I’m like ‘yeah, you.’ And she’s like ‘you serious?’ And I’m like ‘I have money.’ And she’s like ‘Oh well in that case.’
i love everything bagels, especially with the chive cream cheese spread from the beanery. i’m embarrassed at how often i go there, ordering the same thing. but they’re too good. and the oniony bits. on the bagel itself. brooklyn bagel was not that good at all.
I like blueberry bagels. I use to not be fond of broadening the horizon on the “Bagel Selection”. You know what else is spectacular? An everything bagel. All those seeds and want not on it just make it that much better.
memorial memories of misanthropes
distant days past passed gone by
left to fade away like a lonely day
upper west side
schmear h & h
never one to go maudlin
but those bagel remind me of when
i can never go back then.
bagels are round and soft and once i was eating a semi stale bagel and it broke my retainer and i cried because i thought my mom would be angry but she didnt blame me she blamed the bagel. but i dont blame the bagel. i dont know who i blame.
last week for breakfast
that was too much
i go to the gym to work out
the bagel added fat to my body
i need to starve myself
maybe then i will actually like myself
bagels are to blame for society
“I wonder what today’s word is. Is it a good one that will really make me think?” ………………………………………
I think about the future we might have. The mornings with a bagel and coffee in hand. You smiling and looking at me as I struggle to get ready for the day. I dream about a time when we’re together and the only distance that separates us is caused by our arms as we hold hands. That day will come I’m sure. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming about this dream as my dream come true dreams a similar dream. 500 miles away. I love you.
God i love bagels. I swear i could eat them for the rest of my life…well aslong as i can put things on he bagels or inside, like a sandwich. I heard those are fantastic. You can do so many things with a simple bagel, plus there are so many different types.
I think about the future we might have. The mornings with a bagel and coffee in hand. You smiling and looking at me as I struggle to get ready for the day. I dream about a time when we’re together and the only distance that separates us causes by our arms as we hold hands. That day will come I’m sure. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming about this dream as my dream come true dreams the same dream. I love you.
i feel like i should be writing a fantastic story that has to do with a bagel. not really just the bagel but the bagel has a large part within the story. I’m just not sure what that is quite yet.
Bagel makes me think of paris or cream cheese. I think they are fantastic. i love them. great way to start the morning along with a good cup of joe. They can be super sweet or tart. just depends on what you put on it.
carbs and carbs
i used to eat one every day with cream cheese
i wish i can now
some with lox
brings back memories of dance class
ages ago
donuts but savory
rings for giants
eat one if you dare
the end im done
Bagels can be very lonely, they are missing their core, which in the case of humans, is incredibly important when it comes to love, it is where the heart is.
Food is amazing. I love to eat all kinds of food because it is necessary for the human body to process the food. If we didn’t have food we’d all be dead. So I’m going to go eat a bagel with cheese and ham. Because I’m hoping it’ll taste good. It sounds good. I want to eat it. Let me go to the fridge.
She stopped buttering the bagel and stared out the window. How did her life get to a point where stopping to eat breakfast made her feel guilty for wasting time?
The bagel had only made it halfway to his mouth, which was now hanging open in an almost comical shape. The entire picture would have been completely hilarious if I hadn’t just told him I was pregnant.
Oh bagel. I do miss you. Toasted or not. Soft, so soft. Full. Tough. Delicious. Hearty. Fill me up. I could eat you plain. With a little berries mixed in the batter, that was nice.
He was pouring his heart out to me, but all I could think of was the bagel sitting on his desk. How deliciously tender and salty it looked. Oh, he is waiting for a reply um…”I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry”, and he continued with his whining.
The bagel was not as good as it looked in the picture. I wonder if I can sue for false advertising? I should look into this cause I spent my last five dollars on that bagel and a shmear! Damn shame. Public Enemy was right–don’t believe the hype!
Arms flung wide, he gestures wildly, forgetting for the moment that the bagel is still in his hand. It flies from his hand and hits me directly in the face, scattering me in a shower of fine crumbs and dark poppy seeds.
She set the bloodied knife aside, looking upon her work. Satisfied that he was no longer breathing, she went back to her meal.
“I told him that the bagels here are nothing like the ones in New York…”
“What are you doing?” murmurs the sleepy man. His friend replies with a simple, “Getting a quick breakfast together.”
Yixing watches as Jongin spreads cream cheese across the bagel, wrinkling his noise in distaste. “Couldn’t have gotten the blueberry kind, could you?” Jongin just laughs.
i eat those for breakfast. they’re soft and you put cream cheese on them and then you eat them after you maybe put them in the toaster if you want but if you don’t they’re good either way so you can just always put some motherfuckin cream cheese or butter on that bitch however you want it and it’ll taste just as good. sometimes when i’m hungover i will eat the bagel by itself and i will break off little pieces to absorb the acid in my stomach. bagels are juts so bagel like.
I thought of nothing as I smeared my cream cheese onto the plan bagel. Looking up I tried to spot if Ashley had gotten here yet but couldn’t see anyone through the cluster of people hanging about in the coffee shop.
He grabbed a bagel from in front of him, sinking into it with a satisfying bite. The man was in a good mood; the man he hated most in the world was going away — for a long time. Finally, he had a break.
and cream cheese. That’s what my Mum used to buy us kids for special occasions. Fun memories! Especially with strawberry cream cheese!
Well< I absolutely love them. I have them for breakfast every morning at school. Blueberry bagels are my favorite! I always have to eat them with cream cheese, though. In my opinion, they are the best breakfast one can have.
bagels are a thing that most people eat and I am one of those people and I have no excuse as to why.
some just eat it because its something to do while others eat to stay alive.
I am the one who eats for something to do.
“A bagel?” Steve opened the paper back, staring at the freshly toasted specimen. “You brought me a bagel?”
“What were you expecting, a donut?” Riley rolled her eyes. “Seriously…men.”
“Hey!” He pushed the bagel up through the paper envelope and began to sniff at the golden crust. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said.” She perked a brow. “What are you doing?”
“Figuring out what kind of cream cheese-”
“Original. Regular. Full-fat. Whatever you want to call it. Sheesh. For crying out loud, Steve. I just bought you a bagel. I should’ve eaten it myself. I was being nice.”
“You didn’t have to.”
His girlfriend stared at him for a full minute and then she reached over, yanked the bagel from his surprised fingers and took an overly large bite out of the snack. She chewed vigorously for a moment and swallowed, then took another bite and handed it back. “There. See? No poison. No weird anything. I’m alive. I’m fine.” She swallowed with a wince. “And except for the fact that I don’t particularly care for plain bagels, I’m fine. Happy?”
Steve flashed a hesitant smile, taking a careful nibble of the returned bagel. “It’s very good.” He said, after a moment. “and you didn’t really have to do that. I don’t expect you to try and poison me. It’d be too obvious.”
Riley made a strangled sound in her throat. “I’ll kill you.” She groaned, eyes rolling heavenward. “I swear, I will kill you.”
He smiled, softly. “I’ll be waiting.”
He didn’t protest when she pushed him off the park bench.
Mmm, there’s nothing in the world like a toasty bagel on a cold morning. Except maybe sex. Yes. Sex was better than a toasty bagel on a cold morning. But only when she had had enough sleep. Otherwise, she preferred carbs and cream cheese for breakfast. And maybe a little coffee.
She had never had a bagel in her life until she was 27yrs old and returned to the State of her birth. What a surprise she had to learn of such a simple pleasure that had existed so long.
it fell on the carpet.
cream cheese first!
the cat hair convention was announced today
and an astonishing turnout
was recorded.
someone has a ginger. i would like to meet it.
The bagel felt moist in my mouth. the taste was so spicy and flavorful, I wanted to spit it out, but I knew that I couldn’t. They were watching me. Give it up, the little voices in my head screamed. All that fat. All the greasy buttery dough sliding down your throat. You don’t want that. You want to feel light and skinny, like you can fly. I swallowed the bite, grimacing. My anchor to ugliness.
“Oh my God, It’s shaped like a bagel!”
“What!” He leaned over to see better, then stifled a giggle.
“Well, we can always correct it through surgery!”
She reached down and stroked it.
“I don’t now, I think it’s kind of cute!”
It was like a donut. Without the frosting. This whole diet thing SUCKED! I stared down at my plate, that held the hideous thing the called a bagel. Did I really like these when I was little?! I remember bagels being beautifully toasted with loads of butter and cream cheese. But this…thing…staring back at me was all brown and had specks of oats in the bread. This indeed was a disgrace.
“Bagel?”
She turns, startled.
“Excuse me?”
“Would you like a bagel?”
She frowns at the stranger. “I don’t even know you.”
He shrugs but he’s smiling and it’s a nice smile. Bright and friendly.
“You don’t me now,” he says. “But maybe, if you let me get you a bagel, you could.”