I move through the forest. Every step I take is to the side; left or right. I cannot keep going much longer. I cannot see the end. Tree after tree stands in my way and I don’t think I will ever see the end.
A girl who is blonde, “pretty”, rich and talks like she was just born yesterday is DENSE. A dense girl is one to avoid. Avoid dense girls at all costs. They care about fashion, hair, clothes, boys, stupid reality shows and think “my parents are so fucking dumb” every single day of their lives. Please get rid of these dense girls immediately.
michelle’s head is super dense, she banged her head on a table one time and was totally fine…we were really drunk though which is probably why the accident happened in the first place. then dragons came, they were more dense and fell for all my booby traps
My brain is dense. Dense like unexpected fog on a summer night. Dense like the idiot sitting behind you. Too dense for words. Dense, yet permeable. Dense in a sense stubborness. But permeable to the point of overly-influencable. This worries me.
Some things are dense. Density is what makes the sun look like a giant orange. But if you opened up the sun, it wouldn’t look like a bunch of orange wedges. It might, but I doubt it. I wonder if you could make orange juice out of the sun. Or maybe “Sunny D” ;)
I had been in a dense place. The weight pushed me down, and I had to step outside. I sat down on the doorstep and looked at my dog. As my tears fell, she came over and nuzzled her head in my lap, which made me cry even more. If only she knew. But she could only love me with her whole heart, while I was left to pity my past self. She had been through some rough times, and I needed just one moment to acknowledge that.
I have no Idea what that means, probaby the density of something? Hmm. Maybe. Dense. Den. Like a chicken den. but with a “se” at the end. Density. Like science? I think so. I don’t like science. TOO CONFUSING.
this dense fog rolled up to my windowpane. I shuddered as i realized how long i was to be outside. she never was there when i went, and though i knew she was a cancer, i still waited for hours on end just for the opportunity to see her face. i hate that feeling. is it really better to love then have lost?
If someone says you’re dense in reference to your lack of common sense, in reference to your inability to recognize the obvious – what is so clear to everyone else, I wonder if they wonder about whether you’re mind is cluttered with all these hazy daydreams, all these irrelevant thoughts that fog up your head making it so dense, you see nothing else; you’re oblivious to it all.
As the underbrush tackled me, and tripped me, I continued on through the dense forest. It’s multiple species of wildlife seemed to be at rest at the moment. Not a single sound was heard. Only the sound of claws, tearing through human flesh.
The density of some people’s skulls distresses me greatly. I just hope that one day the ignorance of the world will level out and stupidity will cease to exist because then the world will genuinely be a better place.
Why does the space between to people have to be so dense? Why can’t they just lay out everything out in the open? Why can’t they just say “Hey, I like you. You like me. That’s all that matters.”
what am I doing!?!??!?!?! I am upset! Why does this screen say dense??? Are you calling me names sonny? I don’t like this game! Talk to me!!! Tell me the rules!!!!!! I am upset! I am distraught! Why is this happening? I do not know why I am typing in this box… I should stop. Alas, I cannot. This is mildly addicting. Who is reading this? Are you capable of communication??
thick and heavy, you’re swallowing me up. i thought i could get away from it, detach myself. but the thickness of your web pulls me back in. your lies and your stories are just so overwhelming. you pull me back under every time i think i’ll catch a breath.
Dense, sometimes guys can be so dense. I mean, how did he not understand me?!?! He has such a thick skull. I can’t believe he couldn’t take the hint. How clear did I have to be, I LIKE YOU. I pretty much screamed at him. UGH, guys infuriate me.
stuck in a loop with this app am I being dense? and the username is the one showing up, not the one I picked am I being dense? will I ever see another word as a writing prompt or am I stuck with DENSE?
my name is dense, the dense of all your mythical dreams. coming into the world to create great forests of leaves. only a tree can be dense so i am a tree, but not a tree. for i can speak, a strange phenominon the
like a cake that’s hard to eat, and like my body feels these days, which makes me think of my mother’s middle-aged body, thick through the middle and soft, and I remember the way she used to come home and take her girdle off and then she stopped wearing girdles all together when she was still in her 40s and stopped using the diet cookies and decided to hell with trying to look glamorous but then my generation growing up in Berkeley never did try
Dense entanglement of a forest, tramping through bracken, ivy, and fallen branches, all seeming to conspire to keep you in the woods just a little bit longer as they wrap themselves around your feet with every step. Leaves range from deep green to a pale, autumnal, orange, and shiny rich mahogany conkers are scattered underfoot; they look like rich, deep red, jewels.
I wasn’t sure wha to believe, I tried to get through all if these dense thoughts that were impossible to erase from my mind. What was the truth? Had I really already sailed at making him happy? Maybe my life is suppose to be solo and lonely. Who knows. All I know is I want to know the truth, the whole truth . I’m sick of relying on my emotions, it’s time to base opinions off of logic.
My head is dense with thoughts. It’s making my head heavy and it aches. I am dense. I have a dense perception. I feel so dense compared to others. Am I dense? Now, this could be just my perception…I have a horrible one on myself. Dense. Dense. Everything I am, I don’t want it to be dense.
So many people are dense and in this day and age its hard to figure out why. Just by going online you are open to the world around you, yet we stay in our old beliefs and fail to grasp deeper understanding. Why is it so easy to stay stuck in our old mindsets and never grow? Are we all this dense or easily distracted?
“are you dense?” i can’t believe he just said that. what a dick. he thinks he’s the absolute shit because he’s a year older. and, he’s at the bottom of his ‘social class’. maybe he’s not a genuine dick.. he just acts like one because he’s lonely. i think he’s depressed, or something like that, so he stomps on other people to make himself feel better. it’s always sad when people do that, because i feel like shit more than you do, ben. i promise.
Hmm, density, I guess we learn about it in science class. But it can also mean incredibly stupid and not able to learn. Dense. It’s a funny word. Sorta rhymes with Fence. Densdensedensedense. Funny
“What are you, dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the Hell do you think I am? I’m the goddamn Bat – ”
“Shawn.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Shawn turned back to his X-Box 360 while Leslie focused on the computer screen in front of her. The garish Batman picture hovered on her desktop, before she keyed in a name in the search engine.
It was a dense fog this morning. The alleys were black and the people were not there. So it took me awhile to walk through the alley and I thought I was going to get kidnapped but I didn’t then I wanted to go to the park and walk through but the fog was so dense that I couldn’t see and stubbed my toe on a rock and cried. But then I got over it and kept walking… Little did I know, some was following me.
dense, density./ everyone is. lol, no matter how big or small. everyone can be deepe we all have sides of ourselvese that others cant see… and sometimes that we ourselves canot see either.
The twigs scratched at my legs as I made my way through the dense scrub. Where was he? I looked over my shoulder; no sign of him. Had I managed to loose him? I hoped so, my life depended on it.
This road is thick, almost solid. I can’t seem to keep to the path. It moves me from side to side, fumbling through the weight of it all. I just keep going to the next step.
stupid. you have nothing to say. your thought process is not coherent and you can’t think of anything. slow. thick. a mean way of describing someone’s intelligence level.
it was a long long evening, and leigh couldn’t bring herself to eat the bread her roommate had just made her. It was too dense. She couldn’t even muster up the energy to get off the couch, let alone chew at the hunk of risen dough for minutes on end.
we rea all dense in a way. everyway you look at it. inside. and lol, may be out. density for our thoughts, ponder on what were made of. were all deep, as thin as we may seem .
My emotions feel very dense right now. If I put them in water, they would sink to the very bottom. That’s not to say they’re negative, there’s just a lot of them. It’s hard to articulate all of them and I’m not even sure if I’m happy or sad at the moment. I like to think I’m happy.
dense, as in you a so dense you don’t get what I’m saying. As in, it’s “over your head”, “dense as a door nail”, or dumb as a door nail? Or even the fog is dense? The meaning to words is wide and variable.
You’re so dense if you can’t see the way I feel about you. I love you. I’ve loved you my entire life. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve loved you even longer than that.
But you don’t see it, do you? You don’t see the way I look at you, that way I adore you, the way I love you. You don’t see the way I love you.
there isnt anything in my brain
the density is gone
its nothing but a evaporated puddle of rain
so theres nothing there
what am i supposed to do?
I move through the forest. Every step I take is to the side; left or right. I cannot keep going much longer. I cannot see the end. Tree after tree stands in my way and I don’t think I will ever see the end.
A girl who is blonde, “pretty”, rich and talks like she was just born yesterday is DENSE. A dense girl is one to avoid. Avoid dense girls at all costs. They care about fashion, hair, clothes, boys, stupid reality shows and think “my parents are so fucking dumb” every single day of their lives. Please get rid of these dense girls immediately.
michelle’s head is super dense, she banged her head on a table one time and was totally fine…we were really drunk though which is probably why the accident happened in the first place. then dragons came, they were more dense and fell for all my booby traps
My brain is dense. Dense like unexpected fog on a summer night. Dense like the idiot sitting behind you. Too dense for words. Dense, yet permeable. Dense in a sense stubborness. But permeable to the point of overly-influencable. This worries me.
Some things are dense. Density is what makes the sun look like a giant orange. But if you opened up the sun, it wouldn’t look like a bunch of orange wedges. It might, but I doubt it. I wonder if you could make orange juice out of the sun. Or maybe “Sunny D” ;)
I had been in a dense place. The weight pushed me down, and I had to step outside. I sat down on the doorstep and looked at my dog. As my tears fell, she came over and nuzzled her head in my lap, which made me cry even more. If only she knew. But she could only love me with her whole heart, while I was left to pity my past self. She had been through some rough times, and I needed just one moment to acknowledge that.
I have no Idea what that means, probaby the density of something? Hmm. Maybe. Dense. Den. Like a chicken den. but with a “se” at the end. Density. Like science? I think so. I don’t like science. TOO CONFUSING.
this dense fog rolled up to my windowpane. I shuddered as i realized how long i was to be outside. she never was there when i went, and though i knew she was a cancer, i still waited for hours on end just for the opportunity to see her face. i hate that feeling. is it really better to love then have lost?
If someone says you’re dense in reference to your lack of common sense, in reference to your inability to recognize the obvious – what is so clear to everyone else, I wonder if they wonder about whether you’re mind is cluttered with all these hazy daydreams, all these irrelevant thoughts that fog up your head making it so dense, you see nothing else; you’re oblivious to it all.
As the underbrush tackled me, and tripped me, I continued on through the dense forest. It’s multiple species of wildlife seemed to be at rest at the moment. Not a single sound was heard. Only the sound of claws, tearing through human flesh.
The density of some people’s skulls distresses me greatly. I just hope that one day the ignorance of the world will level out and stupidity will cease to exist because then the world will genuinely be a better place.
Why does the space between to people have to be so dense? Why can’t they just lay out everything out in the open? Why can’t they just say “Hey, I like you. You like me. That’s all that matters.”
what am I doing!?!??!?!?! I am upset! Why does this screen say dense??? Are you calling me names sonny? I don’t like this game! Talk to me!!! Tell me the rules!!!!!! I am upset! I am distraught! Why is this happening? I do not know why I am typing in this box… I should stop. Alas, I cannot. This is mildly addicting. Who is reading this? Are you capable of communication??
thick and heavy, you’re swallowing me up. i thought i could get away from it, detach myself. but the thickness of your web pulls me back in. your lies and your stories are just so overwhelming. you pull me back under every time i think i’ll catch a breath.
Dense, sometimes guys can be so dense. I mean, how did he not understand me?!?! He has such a thick skull. I can’t believe he couldn’t take the hint. How clear did I have to be, I LIKE YOU. I pretty much screamed at him. UGH, guys infuriate me.
It was the only word to describe him.
Dense.
So completely unaware of what was going on around him.
Dense.
So ignorant of all of the dangers life held.
Dense.
He was pretty kind, though.
stuck in a loop with this app am I being dense? and the username is the one showing up, not the one I picked am I being dense? will I ever see another word as a writing prompt or am I stuck with DENSE?
my name is dense, the dense of all your mythical dreams. coming into the world to create great forests of leaves. only a tree can be dense so i am a tree, but not a tree. for i can speak, a strange phenominon the
like a cake that’s hard to eat, and like my body feels these days, which makes me think of my mother’s middle-aged body, thick through the middle and soft, and I remember the way she used to come home and take her girdle off and then she stopped wearing girdles all together when she was still in her 40s and stopped using the diet cookies and decided to hell with trying to look glamorous but then my generation growing up in Berkeley never did try
Dense entanglement of a forest, tramping through bracken, ivy, and fallen branches, all seeming to conspire to keep you in the woods just a little bit longer as they wrap themselves around your feet with every step. Leaves range from deep green to a pale, autumnal, orange, and shiny rich mahogany conkers are scattered underfoot; they look like rich, deep red, jewels.
She walked through the dense trees in the forest, following behind her father who looked for the gorilla that had killed his wife last Spring.
I wasn’t sure wha to believe, I tried to get through all if these dense thoughts that were impossible to erase from my mind. What was the truth? Had I really already sailed at making him happy? Maybe my life is suppose to be solo and lonely. Who knows. All I know is I want to know the truth, the whole truth . I’m sick of relying on my emotions, it’s time to base opinions off of logic.
My head is dense with thoughts. It’s making my head heavy and it aches. I am dense. I have a dense perception. I feel so dense compared to others. Am I dense? Now, this could be just my perception…I have a horrible one on myself. Dense. Dense. Everything I am, I don’t want it to be dense.
So many people are dense and in this day and age its hard to figure out why. Just by going online you are open to the world around you, yet we stay in our old beliefs and fail to grasp deeper understanding. Why is it so easy to stay stuck in our old mindsets and never grow? Are we all this dense or easily distracted?
“are you dense?” i can’t believe he just said that. what a dick. he thinks he’s the absolute shit because he’s a year older. and, he’s at the bottom of his ‘social class’. maybe he’s not a genuine dick.. he just acts like one because he’s lonely. i think he’s depressed, or something like that, so he stomps on other people to make himself feel better. it’s always sad when people do that, because i feel like shit more than you do, ben. i promise.
Hmm, density, I guess we learn about it in science class. But it can also mean incredibly stupid and not able to learn. Dense. It’s a funny word. Sorta rhymes with Fence. Densdensedensedense. Funny
“What are you, dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the Hell do you think I am? I’m the goddamn Bat – ”
“Shawn.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Shawn turned back to his X-Box 360 while Leslie focused on the computer screen in front of her. The garish Batman picture hovered on her desktop, before she keyed in a name in the search engine.
“Ricky Ferraro. Now there’s a good artist.”
It was a dense fog this morning. The alleys were black and the people were not there. So it took me awhile to walk through the alley and I thought I was going to get kidnapped but I didn’t then I wanted to go to the park and walk through but the fog was so dense that I couldn’t see and stubbed my toe on a rock and cried. But then I got over it and kept walking… Little did I know, some was following me.
dense, density./ everyone is. lol, no matter how big or small. everyone can be deepe we all have sides of ourselvese that others cant see… and sometimes that we ourselves canot see either.
The twigs scratched at my legs as I made my way through the dense scrub. Where was he? I looked over my shoulder; no sign of him. Had I managed to loose him? I hoped so, my life depended on it.
This road is thick, almost solid. I can’t seem to keep to the path. It moves me from side to side, fumbling through the weight of it all. I just keep going to the next step.
stupid. you have nothing to say. your thought process is not coherent and you can’t think of anything. slow. thick. a mean way of describing someone’s intelligence level.
it was a long long evening, and leigh couldn’t bring herself to eat the bread her roommate had just made her. It was too dense. She couldn’t even muster up the energy to get off the couch, let alone chew at the hunk of risen dough for minutes on end.
we rea all dense in a way. everyway you look at it. inside. and lol, may be out. density for our thoughts, ponder on what were made of. were all deep, as thin as we may seem .
dense is thick, hard and usually opaque. It can refer to both physical objects and mental abilities. In the latter case it has negative connotations.
My emotions feel very dense right now. If I put them in water, they would sink to the very bottom. That’s not to say they’re negative, there’s just a lot of them. It’s hard to articulate all of them and I’m not even sure if I’m happy or sad at the moment. I like to think I’m happy.
dense, as in you a so dense you don’t get what I’m saying. As in, it’s “over your head”, “dense as a door nail”, or dumb as a door nail? Or even the fog is dense? The meaning to words is wide and variable.
Her heart was dense
It seemed to be floating outside of her chest
There was no connection anymore
between her heart and soul
Dense. Floating. Filled with hate.
Love no longer existing.
Gone.
You’re so dense if you can’t see the way I feel about you. I love you. I’ve loved you my entire life. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve loved you even longer than that.
But you don’t see it, do you? You don’t see the way I look at you, that way I adore you, the way I love you. You don’t see the way I love you.