A boy was wearing a cap while he sold newspapers, this was how his family made there money during the great depression. The cap was the boys most prized possession. It was his lucky cap. He sold more papers then any boy on the block and he was convinced it was because of his cap.
I have seen many different caps, all sizes and colors. Not many have a profound difference, but this one in particular snagged my interest. It was blue, with white feathers and had a decoration of beads around the rim. I found that I loved it, and so I went to the counter and bought it.
the boy wore the cap with the symbol of the atlanta braves. He had loved the cap ever since his father gave it to him a year ago on his birthday. His father rarely saw him since he was so busy all the time, off managing the major league players. His mother had left his father awhile ago and was seeing someone else now.
The polar ice caps are melting due to glabal warming? The planet warms and cools on its own. Look that the ice age, now we’re still melting from it. We have nothing to do with it.
The baseball cap was all he had. He kept it with him everywhere he went. It was from his father. The only one last thing he had of his father, who risked everything for his sons. Him, being the last surviving son knew the importance of the baseball cap.
What type of cap are they talking about? Toothpaste cap? Did I remember to put the cap on my toothpaste? I hate when the cap of the ketchup gets all crusty and the crusty flakes fall into my food when I try to get some ketchup! Gross! Speaking of flakes, I hate milk flakses!
es gibt so viele verschiedene in dieser welt. die meisten “coolen” jungs tragen sie und sehen total bescheiert aus, aber weil es alle machen sind sie wiederum cool. eigentlich krass wie alle ihren eigenen style verlieren, sehr traurig sogar
It was a silly little cap. No one knew why he wore it, but for some reason he never took it off. People spent hours—days even—trying to figure out why he never removed his cap, but to no avail. He never took it off and that was the simple beauty of it.
The first thoght that came up in my mind was, ‘seriously, what cap?’ because I couldn’t take it quickly for my clumsy mind-dictionary that confused it with cab. Then I thought, ‘you idiot, what a shame. remember Sherlock said cabbie when he called the taxi driver.’ BBC finally got to help me in some ways.
I placed the cap, the final item in my outfit, on my head proudly. I checked the mirror and twisted it slightly, to give it that jaunty angle that everyone seems to think is so cocky and confident.
I frowned at it, and at myself. Impeccable makeup, stunning clothing — and a baseball cap to cover my perfectly bald head. Maybe a bandanna would be better?
He lent me his cap. it was red. it was too tight and I hated it. i didn’t say
the star landed on this hand holding the cap. the cap escaped. away in the galaxy. free at last
Amy slung a cap on her head and looked at Melody. “What do you think?”
Melody laughed. “You look completely silly!”
The Doctor strode into the TARDIS wardrobe at that moment. “Oi, what are you doing with my cap?” He grabbed the cap off of Amy’s head and put it on his own. The two girls burst into giggles. The Doctor stared. “What? What?”
its like theres a point I can not reach. like a certain point where the universe says “you have to stop here” but it’s not about me, it’s about the people that I’m encountering. They are the ones that can’t handle me breaking through this cap.
I got capped yesterday. Or maybe my soda pop bottle lost a cap. I’m really not sure. Plus, this is my first time using oneword.com so not sure what the benefit of writing this is. I was just told to write so I’m doing what I’m told.
i ate a cap when i was sixteen and thats all i know for the moment. I wish i colud have more time for eating an excelent cap, but now, i can say that i am died, so i cant eat or drink, whatever the people who live does.
Der Junge mit der Mütze.
Ich sah ihn an einem warmen Sommertag. Er stand in der Schlange am Eiswagen und wollte sich offensichtlich was bestellen. Ich stand hinter ihm, musterte ihn und hatte gleich was für ihn übrig. Dann drehte er sich um und fragte “Kann ich dir ein Eis ausgeben?” Und damit begann die Lovestory. :)
The little boy stumbled as the man in the brown tweed suit knocked into him. The cap flew from his little blonde head and rolled into a mud puddle. Just his luck, he thought to himself, as he scooped it out and continued on his way.
This word made me think of graduation. Two weeks ago my sister graduated high school. This is the first time someone from my dad’s side of the family came to town. I could tell it made my dad so happy.
The boy’s hat was on backwards, much to his grandfather’s dislike. It was like wearing your pants halfway down your ass. People just didn’t do it in his time. The boy didn’t mean anything by it, it was just to keep the bill out of his way. But it meant something else where they lived.
Cap is the little bit of explosive that came in strips and went into your brother’s cap gun. Having no interest in the gun, a sister would take the strip and make the dots of cabloouey snap and crackle with rocks, knives or any other hard object. Guns were for amateurs.
I wore a cap to my best friend’s little brother’s baseball game the other day. Funny, because I never wear caps or hats of any sort. Today though, felt extraordinary. My hair was braided, and a matching crop-top hung from my shoulders to my belly. I felt so girly – so me.
she slung her cap low on her head. “Oi, what’ya lookin’ at?” she stalked off.
“Om god.” I looked to Janie, “I thought it was hoddies?”
“No mum, just leave it.” she hissed.
Caps of mushrooms squished under storm trooper feet as they tromped across the battlefield. They go to face down three jedi, executed for the crime of not being a Sith. YOu know what? Fuck the Sith. And their clones! The JEdi order is where all the bosses are. The Sith are all chumps.
It was a lovely summer’s Tuesday. So, they took their matching caps and their matching smiles and spent the afternoon walking through the park. It was shaping up to be a fantastic day for two terrific people.
And, it may well have been fantastic, if it wasn’t for the Rogue Frisbee Disaster of ’04.
She laughed as his cap was blown right off his head. Marshall yelped in surprise, reaching into the air to catch it unsuccessfully. He turned back to Kelsi, grinning.
“Well, looks like we’re going for a hike,” he told her, jerking his head towards the bottom of the large hill, where the hat was sitting. Kelsi laughed and jumped to join him.
it’s just a way to order people. to organize. it makes the difference between small and big, ’cause it’s always bigger than the rest. it seems to be better, and maybe it is.
He through the cap in the air. It was his last time on the campus as a student. One door shut another open. He could almost smell the change in the air as three hundred students cheered eachother on. They were all ready to move on. Four years together thought the halls of the school.
the cap of the bottle sits next to his cup. i can’t reach for it for fear of disturbing him and thus making him angry, but at the same time I rather need the cap to close off the top of my coca cola bottle. it glints merrily in the sun, mocking my predicament.
I enjoy a good bottle cap. Sprite bottles are a relic of the past, a better past with more satisfying consumer products. Ahh…the hiss and pop of a freshly opened bottle cap.
The cap and gown hung on a hanger in the bedroom. It was a long time coming. Three kids, two marriages, and she’d lost track of how many moves. Fingering the fringe of the scarf, a sigh escaped her.
I stare at the cap silently. It is the one reminder of him that I cannot seem to get rid of. I pick it up shakily and allow myself to imagine him for a brief second. His hay colored hair, sea blue eyes, and tiny dimples flash through my mind. Oh, little brother, why did you have to go?
A boy was wearing a cap while he sold newspapers, this was how his family made there money during the great depression. The cap was the boys most prized possession. It was his lucky cap. He sold more papers then any boy on the block and he was convinced it was because of his cap.
Dapper capper donning in the breeze. Adieu to you, ahoy, hello!
I have seen many different caps, all sizes and colors. Not many have a profound difference, but this one in particular snagged my interest. It was blue, with white feathers and had a decoration of beads around the rim. I found that I loved it, and so I went to the counter and bought it.
the boy wore the cap with the symbol of the atlanta braves. He had loved the cap ever since his father gave it to him a year ago on his birthday. His father rarely saw him since he was so busy all the time, off managing the major league players. His mother had left his father awhile ago and was seeing someone else now.
The polar ice caps are melting due to glabal warming? The planet warms and cools on its own. Look that the ice age, now we’re still melting from it. We have nothing to do with it.
capped and toothless. ‘i told you mary had a capped tooth’. truth truth truth..
coverings are comfortable. synthetic shield.
His cap fell off his head, revealing Darius’s ragged black hair. After running so long, he could hardly stand. And she was already waiting for him.
The baseball cap was all he had. He kept it with him everywhere he went. It was from his father. The only one last thing he had of his father, who risked everything for his sons. Him, being the last surviving son knew the importance of the baseball cap.
What type of cap are they talking about? Toothpaste cap? Did I remember to put the cap on my toothpaste? I hate when the cap of the ketchup gets all crusty and the crusty flakes fall into my food when I try to get some ketchup! Gross! Speaking of flakes, I hate milk flakses!
es gibt so viele verschiedene in dieser welt. die meisten “coolen” jungs tragen sie und sehen total bescheiert aus, aber weil es alle machen sind sie wiederum cool. eigentlich krass wie alle ihren eigenen style verlieren, sehr traurig sogar
It was a silly little cap. No one knew why he wore it, but for some reason he never took it off. People spent hours—days even—trying to figure out why he never removed his cap, but to no avail. He never took it off and that was the simple beauty of it.
The first thoght that came up in my mind was, ‘seriously, what cap?’ because I couldn’t take it quickly for my clumsy mind-dictionary that confused it with cab. Then I thought, ‘you idiot, what a shame. remember Sherlock said cabbie when he called the taxi driver.’ BBC finally got to help me in some ways.
I placed the cap, the final item in my outfit, on my head proudly. I checked the mirror and twisted it slightly, to give it that jaunty angle that everyone seems to think is so cocky and confident.
I frowned at it, and at myself. Impeccable makeup, stunning clothing — and a baseball cap to cover my perfectly bald head. Maybe a bandanna would be better?
He lent me his cap. it was red. it was too tight and I hated it. i didn’t say
the star landed on this hand holding the cap. the cap escaped. away in the galaxy. free at last
Amy slung a cap on her head and looked at Melody. “What do you think?”
Melody laughed. “You look completely silly!”
The Doctor strode into the TARDIS wardrobe at that moment. “Oi, what are you doing with my cap?” He grabbed the cap off of Amy’s head and put it on his own. The two girls burst into giggles. The Doctor stared. “What? What?”
its like theres a point I can not reach. like a certain point where the universe says “you have to stop here” but it’s not about me, it’s about the people that I’m encountering. They are the ones that can’t handle me breaking through this cap.
I got capped yesterday. Or maybe my soda pop bottle lost a cap. I’m really not sure. Plus, this is my first time using oneword.com so not sure what the benefit of writing this is. I was just told to write so I’m doing what I’m told.
i ate a cap when i was sixteen and thats all i know for the moment. I wish i colud have more time for eating an excelent cap, but now, i can say that i am died, so i cant eat or drink, whatever the people who live does.
cap I love my cap. It sits on my head just right
I can turn it backwards or forwards
I only take it off at night.
When I got My cap,
I was only 9 years old
If i lost my
Der Junge mit der Mütze.
Ich sah ihn an einem warmen Sommertag. Er stand in der Schlange am Eiswagen und wollte sich offensichtlich was bestellen. Ich stand hinter ihm, musterte ihn und hatte gleich was für ihn übrig. Dann drehte er sich um und fragte “Kann ich dir ein Eis ausgeben?” Und damit begann die Lovestory. :)
The little boy stumbled as the man in the brown tweed suit knocked into him. The cap flew from his little blonde head and rolled into a mud puddle. Just his luck, he thought to himself, as he scooped it out and continued on his way.
Kids, happy kids in the 50’s wearing red cap while they play in their suburban gardens.
Hope they have grown into great men.
This word made me think of graduation. Two weeks ago my sister graduated high school. This is the first time someone from my dad’s side of the family came to town. I could tell it made my dad so happy.
The boy’s hat was on backwards, much to his grandfather’s dislike. It was like wearing your pants halfway down your ass. People just didn’t do it in his time. The boy didn’t mean anything by it, it was just to keep the bill out of his way. But it meant something else where they lived.
Cap is the little bit of explosive that came in strips and went into your brother’s cap gun. Having no interest in the gun, a sister would take the strip and make the dots of cabloouey snap and crackle with rocks, knives or any other hard object. Guns were for amateurs.
I wore a cap to my best friend’s little brother’s baseball game the other day. Funny, because I never wear caps or hats of any sort. Today though, felt extraordinary. My hair was braided, and a matching crop-top hung from my shoulders to my belly. I felt so girly – so me.
He got up and grabbed his cap, he was out in a second looking for romance. As he turned the corner he got a glimpse of her and knew the game was on.
I took the cap off the top of my soda bottle.
Cap is a word of the head. Head is a word like ahead. Ahead we go, straight up. Go rodeo.
she slung her cap low on her head. “Oi, what’ya lookin’ at?” she stalked off.
“Om god.” I looked to Janie, “I thought it was hoddies?”
“No mum, just leave it.” she hissed.
Caps of mushrooms squished under storm trooper feet as they tromped across the battlefield. They go to face down three jedi, executed for the crime of not being a Sith. YOu know what? Fuck the Sith. And their clones! The JEdi order is where all the bosses are. The Sith are all chumps.
It was a lovely summer’s Tuesday. So, they took their matching caps and their matching smiles and spent the afternoon walking through the park. It was shaping up to be a fantastic day for two terrific people.
And, it may well have been fantastic, if it wasn’t for the Rogue Frisbee Disaster of ’04.
She laughed as his cap was blown right off his head. Marshall yelped in surprise, reaching into the air to catch it unsuccessfully. He turned back to Kelsi, grinning.
“Well, looks like we’re going for a hike,” he told her, jerking his head towards the bottom of the large hill, where the hat was sitting. Kelsi laughed and jumped to join him.
it’s just a way to order people. to organize. it makes the difference between small and big, ’cause it’s always bigger than the rest. it seems to be better, and maybe it is.
He through the cap in the air. It was his last time on the campus as a student. One door shut another open. He could almost smell the change in the air as three hundred students cheered eachother on. They were all ready to move on. Four years together thought the halls of the school.
the cap of the bottle sits next to his cup. i can’t reach for it for fear of disturbing him and thus making him angry, but at the same time I rather need the cap to close off the top of my coca cola bottle. it glints merrily in the sun, mocking my predicament.
I enjoy a good bottle cap. Sprite bottles are a relic of the past, a better past with more satisfying consumer products. Ahh…the hiss and pop of a freshly opened bottle cap.
I saw it. Took it. Didn’t even know what that meant, but what’s in the risk? Everything. Cap-tion. I wanted to, never mind, just insanity.
The cap and gown hung on a hanger in the bedroom. It was a long time coming. Three kids, two marriages, and she’d lost track of how many moves. Fingering the fringe of the scarf, a sigh escaped her.
I stare at the cap silently. It is the one reminder of him that I cannot seem to get rid of. I pick it up shakily and allow myself to imagine him for a brief second. His hay colored hair, sea blue eyes, and tiny dimples flash through my mind. Oh, little brother, why did you have to go?