Maria chuckled softly to herself and he saw such beauty in her face. It wasn’t make-up or anything she could do to make herself beautiful. It was when that smile came upon her face. It was when she was just herself. That’s when he saw her to be the most beautiful.
she chuckles as she thinks to herself about how dumb she was. how she believed every word he said. how she thought it might have a chance to blossom into something wonderful. then she chuckles because now, she couldnt care less. she is going to enjoy her life, fuck the rest.
Chuckles was a famous clown in the circus. He was known for his silly laughter, hence the name “Chuckles.” He had a big red nose and crazy red hair. He wore big floppy clown shoes and ran around the circus ring which made everyone laugh. Chuckles not only delivered Chuckles but caused everyone else to chuckle along with him. What fun it was to chuckle along with Chuckles!
Caught in her thoughts she stares at nothing
Viewing her memories
Fondly thinking of the moments that made her smile
And she chuckles softly, shakes her head involuntarily
These times- they make the job worth it
“we are all here to remember the passing of the greatest pet that any boy could ask for: Chuckles.” said little Johnny as he placed the rest of the dirt down the hole, making a nice knocking sound against the wooden box.
It’s truly a shame that Chuckles had to fake his death to continue his mission. He missed Johnny and how he used to scratch just hard enough against his left ear. His leg began to twitch just thinking about it.
I think it’s funny
I don’t think you’re funny
You think you’re funny?
Not so much.
Not funny.
Ha… Ha… Ha…
Chuckles the clown.
Chuckles, the sad, sad clown.
Poor Chuckles.
I laugh at his demise. I laugh at his suffering.
It must suck to laugh and cry.
Not funny at all…
Boo hoo…
And now? Now Chuckles is gone.
I think of old men chuckling when I see this word…chuckling like they know what’s going on and you don’t. Or with that patient endearment. Maybe not old men…fathers…way less creepy.
the baby wasn’t laughing anymore. the first two weeks of her life she had been called chuckles, her laughs filling the house, but she wasn’t laughing anymore. now came the screaming. the miserable, 4 am, hearty screaming. bottles, pacifiers, diaper changes; nothing worked. it was just in her genetics to screeeeeeeam.
Today there weren’t any chuckles,
or cackles,
or pterodactyl shrieks.
Today there were only three little words,
then sickness
and depression.
Today I was alone.
I wish I could laugh.
I wish I could be happy.
I sat idle as my coffee began to simmer down in temperatures that wouldn’t burn my tongue. Behind me, a man, overzealous….explains his new film idea to his friend, waving about his long arms, giving a visual example of each scene. I found myself chucking. The world has so many dreams.
I like to chuckle with my friends in our funny ways we dance like happy people and give each other warmth while the rest of the world sits in comprehension of its ridiculous acts.
i decided to slice the aurora of the conversation in two with a half forced chuckle. it seemed more of a laugh of pity, but she wasnt doing well. i could see that he was getting to her. i needed her here with me for just a little while longer. i believed it was possible.
it seemed half sinister, as the first hard earned laugh seemed to come from a dark place, a guttoral sound echoed around his vocal chords and was finally released with a sound so spectacular the waves of audio could be felt touching your very soul.
the room surrounded the sound like a cave collapsing in drastic form and fashion. the echo of his bellowing chuckle, deep and guttoral, sent a wave of motion through the sturdy hardwood, that struck through my feet and through my torso.
I smiled sweetly at the direc tor and he chuck led.
“don’t you play the inocent act very well.” He stated, laugh ing again, then turned to the other audi tion ers and usered me on the stage as well.
I then get up and try to blend among the other actors but the Director keeps pulling me forward to stand apart and act with all eyes on me. I blush but continue and then I catch a glimpse a girl angrily staring me down…
Chuckles is the reason I am afraid of clowns. and blowjobs. When I was 8 years old my mom hired a clown for my party. I saw mommy blowing Chuckles. The word has never brought joy to me since.
He sits down next to me and wraps his arm around me.
“So are you going to the track meet tomorrow?”
“Maybe i say lightly teasing him.”
He chuckles,”I didn’t think you were a track type girl.”
I like to have the chuckles. Indeed, I do. It’s a funny feeling, having the chuckles, just honey in tea & the bitter sweet taste of strawberries. Yes, chuckles indeed.
I smiled sweetly at the director and he chuckled.
“don’t you play the inocent act very well.” He stated, laughing again, then turned to the other auditioners and usered me on the stage as well.
a smile of love, a jump for joy. a dance in the fields of wonder. to bring warmth across those you care about. heart of gold you share with others. it’s what brightens my day.
This makes me think of that movie “Child’s Play.” Ya know, the one with Chuckie, the murderous doll who kills everything in sight and shit. That movie was the tits. Scared me half to death when I was six. Fuck man.
the clown on the mary tyler moore show. a candy I used to like when I was a kid. another name for laughing. the sound and a giant makes when he laughs.
I once sat by and watched the people in the mall, laughing their lives away. I even considered joining them a few times. I decided I was better off on my own, chuckling quietly at my own jokes.
She chuckles,
really,
was it that funny,
it’s not like I passed wind,
or made a joke,
I was telling her,
what I had felt from the moment we first met,
and that I had no way of escaping the truth,
and that is,
that I love her,
and she chuckles!
Maria chuckled softly to herself and he saw such beauty in her face. It wasn’t make-up or anything she could do to make herself beautiful. It was when that smile came upon her face. It was when she was just herself. That’s when he saw her to be the most beautiful.
she chuckles as she thinks to herself about how dumb she was. how she believed every word he said. how she thought it might have a chance to blossom into something wonderful. then she chuckles because now, she couldnt care less. she is going to enjoy her life, fuck the rest.
Chuckles was a famous clown in the circus. He was known for his silly laughter, hence the name “Chuckles.” He had a big red nose and crazy red hair. He wore big floppy clown shoes and ran around the circus ring which made everyone laugh. Chuckles not only delivered Chuckles but caused everyone else to chuckle along with him. What fun it was to chuckle along with Chuckles!
If he were Julian, he would have laughed darkly. But he wasn’t. He was Jude. He hesitated. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. “Karma…he isn’t dead.”
Caught in her thoughts she stares at nothing
Viewing her memories
Fondly thinking of the moments that made her smile
And she chuckles softly, shakes her head involuntarily
These times- they make the job worth it
Chuckles the clown was a merry ole soul, but my children have no idea who I am speaking of when I mention his name.
Chuckles at you while you cry, well, that’s just not cricket.
Ohwow, so many thoughts came to me when I saw this word; it’s my boyfriend’s nickname… I think I ran out of things to say…What a stupid nickname.
“we are all here to remember the passing of the greatest pet that any boy could ask for: Chuckles.” said little Johnny as he placed the rest of the dirt down the hole, making a nice knocking sound against the wooden box.
It’s truly a shame that Chuckles had to fake his death to continue his mission. He missed Johnny and how he used to scratch just hard enough against his left ear. His leg began to twitch just thinking about it.
I think it’s funny
I don’t think you’re funny
You think you’re funny?
Not so much.
Not funny.
Ha… Ha… Ha…
Chuckles the clown.
Chuckles, the sad, sad clown.
Poor Chuckles.
I laugh at his demise. I laugh at his suffering.
It must suck to laugh and cry.
Not funny at all…
Boo hoo…
And now? Now Chuckles is gone.
I think of old men chuckling when I see this word…chuckling like they know what’s going on and you don’t. Or with that patient endearment. Maybe not old men…fathers…way less creepy.
The strange man chuckles to himself quietly in a corner while discussing the prospect of an elephant lost in the city of New York.
the baby wasn’t laughing anymore. the first two weeks of her life she had been called chuckles, her laughs filling the house, but she wasn’t laughing anymore. now came the screaming. the miserable, 4 am, hearty screaming. bottles, pacifiers, diaper changes; nothing worked. it was just in her genetics to screeeeeeeam.
Today there weren’t any chuckles,
or cackles,
or pterodactyl shrieks.
Today there were only three little words,
then sickness
and depression.
Today I was alone.
I wish I could laugh.
I wish I could be happy.
Chuckles the cat was undoubtedly the fattest cat that ever lived!
I sat idle as my coffee began to simmer down in temperatures that wouldn’t burn my tongue. Behind me, a man, overzealous….explains his new film idea to his friend, waving about his long arms, giving a visual example of each scene. I found myself chucking. The world has so many dreams.
My kids make me chuckle a lot, especially when they try to sing top 40 songs. My youngest has a great way of raising one eyebrow, big chuckles there.
I like to chuckle with my friends in our funny ways we dance like happy people and give each other warmth while the rest of the world sits in comprehension of its ridiculous acts.
Her friend chuckles was a funny sort. Head of jesus, feet of sideshow bob and a witty personality that seemed to hail from 1874. He was her friend
i decided to slice the aurora of the conversation in two with a half forced chuckle. it seemed more of a laugh of pity, but she wasnt doing well. i could see that he was getting to her. i needed her here with me for just a little while longer. i believed it was possible.
it seemed half sinister, as the first hard earned laugh seemed to come from a dark place, a guttoral sound echoed around his vocal chords and was finally released with a sound so spectacular the waves of audio could be felt touching your very soul.
Someone told me that there should be a world with more happiness. More joy, laughter and chuckles throughout our daily routines we call life.
the room surrounded the sound like a cave collapsing in drastic form and fashion. the echo of his bellowing chuckle, deep and guttoral, sent a wave of motion through the sturdy hardwood, that struck through my feet and through my torso.
“Just laugh. No, really, laugh.”
You’re crazy, I’m not going to use laughter as an actual exercise.
“Do it.” And so, I did. I couldn’t help because her laughter was so contagious when she began.
I smiled sweetly at the direc tor and he chuck led.
“don’t you play the inocent act very well.” He stated, laugh ing again, then turned to the other audi tion ers and usered me on the stage as well.
I then get up and try to blend among the other actors but the Director keeps pulling me forward to stand apart and act with all eyes on me. I blush but continue and then I catch a glimpse a girl angrily staring me down…
Chuckles is the reason I am afraid of clowns. and blowjobs. When I was 8 years old my mom hired a clown for my party. I saw mommy blowing Chuckles. The word has never brought joy to me since.
He sits down next to me and wraps his arm around me.
“So are you going to the track meet tomorrow?”
“Maybe i say lightly teasing him.”
He chuckles,”I didn’t think you were a track type girl.”
I like to have the chuckles. Indeed, I do. It’s a funny feeling, having the chuckles, just honey in tea & the bitter sweet taste of strawberries. Yes, chuckles indeed.
I smiled sweetly at the director and he chuckled.
“don’t you play the inocent act very well.” He stated, laughing again, then turned to the other auditioners and usered me on the stage as well.
a smile of love, a jump for joy. a dance in the fields of wonder. to bring warmth across those you care about. heart of gold you share with others. it’s what brightens my day.
i held the pouch to her.”let me get this straight;you touched whatever that is inside the bag,and now just for the chuckles,you want me to do it,too?”
i like to chuckle when i am happy funny funny chuckle face. eat some pigeon feet said the boy chuckling to himself.
This makes me think of that movie “Child’s Play.” Ya know, the one with Chuckie, the murderous doll who kills everything in sight and shit. That movie was the tits. Scared me half to death when I was six. Fuck man.
the clown on the mary tyler moore show. a candy I used to like when I was a kid. another name for laughing. the sound and a giant makes when he laughs.
wow this really is one word huh i come to do what i think would be another random word and i get chuckles again WTF man not fun anymore!
chuckles
He chuckles at her bed head
As she groggily reaches for her phone
“What time is, it?” she mutters
He smooths down those unruly curls
And smiles
I once sat by and watched the people in the mall, laughing their lives away. I even considered joining them a few times. I decided I was better off on my own, chuckling quietly at my own jokes.
She chuckles,
really,
was it that funny,
it’s not like I passed wind,
or made a joke,
I was telling her,
what I had felt from the moment we first met,
and that I had no way of escaping the truth,
and that is,
that I love her,
and she chuckles!
As he chuckles his belly giggles like a bowl of jelly.