The house was made of a solid red brick, the kind that looks like clay recently unearthed. Two chimneys ran up either side, like bookends to a mansion that seemed to expand forever to each side.
a pressing weight was in his grasp. he hoisted the red brick high and then–
smash.
a splatter of blood marred the gray cement. the prey twitches, then goes limp. dead. a triumphant smirk crossed the brick holder’s lips. he’s annihilated the first vermin. many more to go. he is a savior.
the walls are made of red brick that is hard but not shiny. They are many different colors or red and they are not so pretty. brick is fashionable on houses but no where else. Bricks are weird
on the brink, finding nothing but time. so close to something without being able to explain what that “something” is. why cant i stop thinking about it, why cant i just let happy be happy. I need out of this place, the usual excuse. maybe i just need a change. but is this change just going back to the old beginning? who cares. i love him.
Wow. You’re pathetic. You wanna kidnap me, trap me? Do it right next time. I hired you to get me away from my parents and all you’ve done is made them a more pain in the ass then usual. What do you think this is? The story of the three little pigs and you get three tries to find the right holding cell? I mean really? Sticks? I hired you to get me away. You should’ve used bricks.
A house filled to the brim with crickets. Tumbling down a spiral staircase I see you. Hands clasped and skirt disjointed on your knees. Your timid smile matched with your abrasive glance. You make me shiver.
these bricks feel like hardened wrinkles on the face of a man who’s over it
he refuses to let you hear him breathe or see his eyes
cause he’s like, whatever i’m over it
but that’s not how old people talk
My house isn’t made from brick, sometime I was it were that way it could be stronger, but I guess that wouldn’t always help. I dislike red bricks, I like yellow ones more. My neighbor has a yellow brick house. I like it. The aren’t nice to throw though. /: They can do quite some damage.
is a piece in a wall. It is usually red and the kids in high school would always want to hit it as hard as they could. I did it one time in math class and it hurt. We laughed about it. There are red brick houses and paths in gardens. Butterflies like to sit on them because they are warm. There is cement in between them so that they can stick together.
i’m so tired
red bricks are red
blue bricks are blue
you bricks are you
i love you
i love bricks
i want to sleep but I won’t sleep
because i like lights
not as much as i like bricks
not as much as i like you
i love you
that is it
that is all
goodnight
Hard as a brick… The brick house I grew up in… Crafts with bricks making a doorstop… Cover the brick in something lovely… Lego bricks that entertained my oldest child for hours and hours…
red and weird. helps us to build. house? heavy. big. Come inside, please. Green herbs. High? I don’t think so. Purple line going through my 60 seconds.
A brick is red. I love red. Sometimes I think of slamming a brick on my head so I’d have amnesia. Crazy right? I just wish it’s possible. But I’m not that stupid!
This house is made of bricks. In this house, we have lived for 11 years. In this house, my family has fallen apart. In this house, my parents have lived and loved and separated. Bricks surround us as we try to stand up and be strong while we are at our weakest, stand steady just like the bricks around us.
it was red. i didn’t see it coming when it fell from the sky. next thing i knew i was staring in to a blank, black nothingness. i woke up in a hospital bed with my mother by my side. the guy redoing our house dropped a few bricks while i was walking along the side of the house. too bad i didn’t have my rainbow cornish pixie helmet at the time… now it feels like i have a constant migraine.
bricks falling, falling from the sky, or so it apeared. the building so tall, almost falling over my head. red, brown even black bricks
so many bricks falling, falling from the sky. toppling over my head, sufficating me with their being
It hit me like a brick, like a load of concrete on my chest. I even huffed a slight oof, so taken aback was I by the pain brought by shock. I couldn’t believe it, and I didn’t know that I ever would be able to. It was a weight on my soul, a catch in my throat, a glare in my eyes. It scared me in that instant with more terror than I had ever thought I was capable of, that possibility of being trapped here, alone.
Is brick the only word that pops up, I was excited at first but now this just seems kind of boring. I wanted to do it numerous times maybe to see if I got any better at it. With time. But I can’t now. Because all I see is the word brick. Dumb. Grrr.
The brick house loomed above me. I had no idea what to expect. I paused before grabbing the door knob. Deep breath. One more step, and you’re too far to turn around. I’m in.
I see the wall. The red brick stares me in the face. It’s mortar smiles. It’s ready for me to come. For me, to finally come home. He taps on the bricks, and it appears. The gateway to the city. Diagon Alley.
A brick is something you can use to build things. It is red, sometimes brown. And is commonly seen in walls, and houses. I think of the King & I the teacher is said to have lived in a brick house inside the village walls.
bricks are fake? are they? i don’t know. one time in my epistemology class we talked about artificial vs real. what qualifies something as real or fake? is man-made fake? i don’t know. everything is a part of nature. i don’t know anything. you know? lol
Brick by brick, tear after tear, sweating all this time.
Together, they had built this family.
Now she was going to tear it apart, irreparably so.
She knew, as soon as she drove away, she wasn’t coming back. Maybe they were broken long before she had made the decision to leave; maybe this was just a long time coming.
We’re all just bricks in the wall, perfectly sculpted and laid out in straight lines. Never, ever must there be an irregular brick, else the whole building will fall. What does that say to you?
i already wrote about a brick but it popped up again and all i can think of is the brick chimney on the side of our house and the bullseye drawn on it in chalk that hasnt washed away for 8 or 9 years. we drew it on there so that we could practice throwing splah bombs on hot summer days.
She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly,
Off the coast and I’m heading nowhere.
She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
Dunna dunna dunna dunna dunana nun duh duh
you’re the brick in the middle of my chest and the one at the bottom of my lungs, weighing them down while they fill with water. you’re also the brick used to build the house around me. and i hate that.
As we wandered aimlessly down the street, we passed a building made entirely of a splotchy, red and white brick. It was old, abandoned, and had a mix of creepiness and delight in it. I slowly entered the building, with him, never looking back.
Bricks come in all sorts of colours, particularly red, grey and orange. People lay bricks using cement to keep them bonded. They can be used for walls, houses, fire places or chimneys and if they are thrown at a window, that window will break :/.
they are nice and big and cool and really red. I like to look at them when i am bored. they are nice additions to houses that have alot of green items and they are really cool. i like bricks because they can be nice.
red brick house when i get older, i want to live in it and be happy with my kids and family and we will have so much dfun together and then after tht i will have a car and huge televisions and many things to celebrate and all of my family will come over and have parties. i love my family very much ands am very excited for this new chapter in my life and i hope my husband and i will be hppy together. i guess we will have a dog and thee boys
Kneling.On the ground my fingers graping the hard fram of my black camera>. i see something. Its oddness has never been noticed or seen and it sparks my attention. I cant put my camera down on the ground because its just rained and they’re are plenty of murky streems that would uncounciously flood my talent. I FIND A K RED BRICK. put my camera ontop then i lie in the running water and take the o so fine picture of a wilted drownt flower.
there once was a brick house that held a beautiful family inside. daisy the daughter awoke one morning to the usual chirping of humming birds (or humming rather). She made french toast, because it was a special occasion, a special one indeed.
brick??? oh ya…the small pieces that we used to play with when we were all children…….so nice remembering those times….those small packets in which we had kept those bricks and the dear relatives who got us those things……..thats the best time when we never had to think of these complications….wish i could go back……..
red and brown. walls. brick house. old people. shes a brick house. smelly. red. concrete. monsters destroying the city. fireplace. homes. Flooring made of brick. Booke Dressen. Hit someone in the head with a brick. I Dont want a brick home. This is dumb. I am out of things to say. Okay.
The house was made of a solid red brick, the kind that looks like clay recently unearthed. Two chimneys ran up either side, like bookends to a mansion that seemed to expand forever to each side.
a pressing weight was in his grasp. he hoisted the red brick high and then–
smash.
a splatter of blood marred the gray cement. the prey twitches, then goes limp. dead. a triumphant smirk crossed the brick holder’s lips. he’s annihilated the first vermin. many more to go. he is a savior.
the walls are made of red brick that is hard but not shiny. They are many different colors or red and they are not so pretty. brick is fashionable on houses but no where else. Bricks are weird
on the brink, finding nothing but time. so close to something without being able to explain what that “something” is. why cant i stop thinking about it, why cant i just let happy be happy. I need out of this place, the usual excuse. maybe i just need a change. but is this change just going back to the old beginning? who cares. i love him.
Wow. You’re pathetic. You wanna kidnap me, trap me? Do it right next time. I hired you to get me away from my parents and all you’ve done is made them a more pain in the ass then usual. What do you think this is? The story of the three little pigs and you get three tries to find the right holding cell? I mean really? Sticks? I hired you to get me away. You should’ve used bricks.
A house filled to the brim with crickets. Tumbling down a spiral staircase I see you. Hands clasped and skirt disjointed on your knees. Your timid smile matched with your abrasive glance. You make me shiver.
these bricks feel like hardened wrinkles on the face of a man who’s over it
he refuses to let you hear him breathe or see his eyes
cause he’s like, whatever i’m over it
but that’s not how old people talk
My house isn’t made from brick, sometime I was it were that way it could be stronger, but I guess that wouldn’t always help. I dislike red bricks, I like yellow ones more. My neighbor has a yellow brick house. I like it. The aren’t nice to throw though. /: They can do quite some damage.
is a piece in a wall. It is usually red and the kids in high school would always want to hit it as hard as they could. I did it one time in math class and it hurt. We laughed about it. There are red brick houses and paths in gardens. Butterflies like to sit on them because they are warm. There is cement in between them so that they can stick together.
i’m so tired
red bricks are red
blue bricks are blue
you bricks are you
i love you
i love bricks
i want to sleep but I won’t sleep
because i like lights
not as much as i like bricks
not as much as i like you
i love you
that is it
that is all
goodnight
Hard as a brick… The brick house I grew up in… Crafts with bricks making a doorstop… Cover the brick in something lovely… Lego bricks that entertained my oldest child for hours and hours…
red and weird. helps us to build. house? heavy. big. Come inside, please. Green herbs. High? I don’t think so. Purple line going through my 60 seconds.
A brick is red. I love red. Sometimes I think of slamming a brick on my head so I’d have amnesia. Crazy right? I just wish it’s possible. But I’m not that stupid!
cold as the day you said this was never real…problem being you were telling the truth.
This house is made of bricks. In this house, we have lived for 11 years. In this house, my family has fallen apart. In this house, my parents have lived and loved and separated. Bricks surround us as we try to stand up and be strong while we are at our weakest, stand steady just like the bricks around us.
it was red. i didn’t see it coming when it fell from the sky. next thing i knew i was staring in to a blank, black nothingness. i woke up in a hospital bed with my mother by my side. the guy redoing our house dropped a few bricks while i was walking along the side of the house. too bad i didn’t have my rainbow cornish pixie helmet at the time… now it feels like i have a constant migraine.
bricks falling, falling from the sky, or so it apeared. the building so tall, almost falling over my head. red, brown even black bricks
so many bricks falling, falling from the sky. toppling over my head, sufficating me with their being
It hit me like a brick, like a load of concrete on my chest. I even huffed a slight oof, so taken aback was I by the pain brought by shock. I couldn’t believe it, and I didn’t know that I ever would be able to. It was a weight on my soul, a catch in my throat, a glare in my eyes. It scared me in that instant with more terror than I had ever thought I was capable of, that possibility of being trapped here, alone.
Is brick the only word that pops up, I was excited at first but now this just seems kind of boring. I wanted to do it numerous times maybe to see if I got any better at it. With time. But I can’t now. Because all I see is the word brick. Dumb. Grrr.
drive turn wheel around suddenly
The brick house loomed above me. I had no idea what to expect. I paused before grabbing the door knob. Deep breath. One more step, and you’re too far to turn around. I’m in.
I see the wall. The red brick stares me in the face. It’s mortar smiles. It’s ready for me to come. For me, to finally come home. He taps on the bricks, and it appears. The gateway to the city. Diagon Alley.
A brick is something you can use to build things. It is red, sometimes brown. And is commonly seen in walls, and houses. I think of the King & I the teacher is said to have lived in a brick house inside the village walls.
bricks are fake? are they? i don’t know. one time in my epistemology class we talked about artificial vs real. what qualifies something as real or fake? is man-made fake? i don’t know. everything is a part of nature. i don’t know anything. you know? lol
Brick by brick, tear after tear, sweating all this time.
Together, they had built this family.
Now she was going to tear it apart, irreparably so.
She knew, as soon as she drove away, she wasn’t coming back. Maybe they were broken long before she had made the decision to leave; maybe this was just a long time coming.
We’re all just bricks in the wall, perfectly sculpted and laid out in straight lines. Never, ever must there be an irregular brick, else the whole building will fall. What does that say to you?
i already wrote about a brick but it popped up again and all i can think of is the brick chimney on the side of our house and the bullseye drawn on it in chalk that hasnt washed away for 8 or 9 years. we drew it on there so that we could practice throwing splah bombs on hot summer days.
She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly,
Off the coast and I’m heading nowhere.
She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
Dunna dunna dunna dunna dunana nun duh duh
She’s a brick. I want to build her, fold her into an existing construct.
you’re the brick in the middle of my chest and the one at the bottom of my lungs, weighing them down while they fill with water. you’re also the brick used to build the house around me. and i hate that.
She slowly removed the loose brick, anxiety high, sweat on her brow. Behind it was the secret she had been waiting for. Behind it was the future.
As we wandered aimlessly down the street, we passed a building made entirely of a splotchy, red and white brick. It was old, abandoned, and had a mix of creepiness and delight in it. I slowly entered the building, with him, never looking back.
Bricks come in all sorts of colours, particularly red, grey and orange. People lay bricks using cement to keep them bonded. They can be used for walls, houses, fire places or chimneys and if they are thrown at a window, that window will break :/.
they are nice and big and cool and really red. I like to look at them when i am bored. they are nice additions to houses that have alot of green items and they are really cool. i like bricks because they can be nice.
red brick house when i get older, i want to live in it and be happy with my kids and family and we will have so much dfun together and then after tht i will have a car and huge televisions and many things to celebrate and all of my family will come over and have parties. i love my family very much ands am very excited for this new chapter in my life and i hope my husband and i will be hppy together. i guess we will have a dog and thee boys
she was a brick. red, chalky, vintage. could make you right in the face, and you wouldn’t see her coming.
Kneling.On the ground my fingers graping the hard fram of my black camera>. i see something. Its oddness has never been noticed or seen and it sparks my attention. I cant put my camera down on the ground because its just rained and they’re are plenty of murky streems that would uncounciously flood my talent. I FIND A K RED BRICK. put my camera ontop then i lie in the running water and take the o so fine picture of a wilted drownt flower.
there once was a brick house that held a beautiful family inside. daisy the daughter awoke one morning to the usual chirping of humming birds (or humming rather). She made french toast, because it was a special occasion, a special one indeed.
brick??? oh ya…the small pieces that we used to play with when we were all children…….so nice remembering those times….those small packets in which we had kept those bricks and the dear relatives who got us those things……..thats the best time when we never had to think of these complications….wish i could go back……..
red and brown. walls. brick house. old people. shes a brick house. smelly. red. concrete. monsters destroying the city. fireplace. homes. Flooring made of brick. Booke Dressen. Hit someone in the head with a brick. I Dont want a brick home. This is dumb. I am out of things to say. Okay.