A word that sounds like itself; onomatopoeia, at least to me. Dull is the state of an object or mind without shine. Dull is the opposite of what we strive for — it’s the absence of passion, the light from the stars without its twinkle, the unbuffed stretch of steel on a long-abandoned factory that tells no story without the garnish.
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“God it must be so relaxing not being me”
“What’s it like in your funny little brains, it must be so boring!”
Anything that is not food
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Kel wasn’t sure why he had once thought that traveling to a new place would be exciting. He had imagined adventure and duels and saving damsels in distress. It was supposed to be fun, and interesting.
Instead, there was only walking. And more walking.
Dull. Life was terribly dull, no more bright than the old silverware and sun-bleached paintings. Life was dull around the edges, of the pot the had cracked years ago, and the color of the marble birdbath. Life was dull.
A dull throb worked through my ears and into the very core of my being. My brain began to tingle, and then it felt like I would soon burst open, spilling my inflamed grey matter onto my desk. When would the bell ring and release us for summer vacation?
Dullness. Boredom. Yeah, why do I feel like this has to do with the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend? It really should not have to do with that at all.. Being a woman sucks. Dull. Dull. Dull. Eligible bachelors hit me up! Just kidding. I’m not really interested.
dull is a type of lull it lasts and lasts it goes so slow you feel like bursting from your hide dull is like the evening chores everynight and dull likes sadness they are best friends in the heart of life of pie and dull is sitting in class while the teacher sleeps inside.
dull means without any interesting details, not shiny, That was a dull story. I didnt’ find anything interesting about it. That finish is dull. It is not shiny so it must need to be polished. Some people have dull personalities. They need to be more interesting or say more interesting things so people want to listen to them.
the knife became cracked and dull. I used it for all purposes around the house. One day a pawn shop employee told me the thing was a Spanish war artifact.
the day had started the same way again….dull. There was now difference there was just the same old thing and I was sick of it I needed to get away I needed to see something that has never been seen before I needed to see the universe.
rain sky gray in the clouds. a room where no one laughs at your joke. a kid who gets socks for his birthday. People who wear black to a funeral, or gray to a party. a homecoming dress with no sparkles, and a rocketship with no portals. a surfboard with no sponsorship stickers, ireland without all its clovers. england without the cool accents, and not a blonde, but a brunette with no common sense. a four year old without crumbs on his face, and a small little puppy without puppy breath. living life with no dreams, because life my dear, isnt what it seams.
For the first time since he awoke, Tim sat down and caught his breath. The sun was finally backing off and hiding behind the horizon. As the stars came out, he thought to himself, “This is kind of exciting!”
Tim’s daily life could perhaps be best described as dull. So, a mysterious adventure through some unknown land did add a nice touch of variety.
Life was dull at this point. I just needed time to speed up and take me out of this repetitive cycle. I didn’t want anything to happen. Dull moments always led to times of unhappiness due to unwanted problems. But this time, I wasn’t going to stand and watch the calm before the storm. I would get out before it was too late.
My life had been pretty dull as of late. Some how all of that had changed in a matter of weeks. I was in Rome wandering down streets, trying not to get run over. I kept wondering if I would be eating gelato or cannoli for dessert, which was more excting than a mars candy bar.
Luke’s fever hadn’t gone down for days. The heat was getting to him, and he felt like he was going to fall over. but he needed to go on. His duty was to make the sacred sword. And that would take no breaks.
But no matter what he did, his swords ended up dull.
The dull thud woke him from his reverie. Looking over, he saw a thick blade, laying just beside his neck. He looked up into the eyes of his assailant and knew it missed only because they wanted a good fight.
I feel like I’m becoming a dull person. I have so much to do, and not enough energy to do it. I can’t fully dedicate myself to any one thing because I’m spread over so many different quadrants that I can’t … I just can’t. And all I want to do is talk to him, but I can’t reach him. I’m afraid he got my messages and is choosing not to call. But maybe he still doesn’t have service. Talking to him would ease my mind.
It was a dull day, that much was true. Unusually dull, actually. Life on Sarandon Street was generally full of hype and crazy. But today was different. Yes, today was different. The birds did not chirp, the sun did not shine. No kids were out at play, no dogs were taken on walks. It was a dull day, that much was true.
I’ve just realized how much I love a dull life. Up until, what, three hours ago? My life has been a constant monotone. Now? Well, heck, I’m hated person of the year. Quite an accomplishment, since it’s only October. Wish me luck. Maybe I’ll be able to actually die sometime soon.
anything but me, my life may be dull but doesn’t mean that my spirit is.
dull, i wish there was no connection between me and the word, but it is what it is.
plain, boring, gray, and melancholy. the type of rainy days when you feel like the sky is crying because of how miserable it is that is what dull is.
perhaps it is just the loneliness inside that is making the sky cry but you don’t want to accept it because you are too strong of a person that does not show any sense of fear or desolation , or at least that is how you want others to perceive you to be, but don’t fool yourself, hiding and bottling up all the sadness and all the anger is what will eat you up inside, bit by bit until you can take it no more…….the dullness finally ends……finally it’s all over.
it was such a dull life they all lived, she thought, squinting out at the world through the rainy window of the taxi. people never really changed, not really, and even though earth was a constantly shifting and moving phenomenon, no one could really experience it through life itself. but when she opened her eyes–really, honestly opened them, and let go of her senses–she found that the world wasn’t so gray after all, and every raindrop was a chandelier.
The gray clouds rested simply in the gray sky. The bare trees created a dark outline against the sky. Time passed slowly, no signs of life anywhere. It was simple. It was melancholy. It was dull.
The clouds were a dull gray and hence the entire day was dull. And muted. All was quiet except for the sound of the wind in the bare branches of the trees.
Knife blades ring like echoes, feeble against solid block walls in the cellular divide of the city square. Flashes of stinted gray, too dull for gleaming silver, stunted tips like knobs rusted into eroded handprints.
your life is dull and I don’t really care to listen to it. Don’t tell me how your boyfriend did this or your boyfriend did that because I don’t care. It’s dull.
everything is dull with you around. you suck the beauty, the bright wondrous colours out
a blunt shade
as you pass by in your odyssey
the thickness of the ferns
insipid with your sight.
you miss it. everything around you with your eyes wide open.
your heart hardened
you know your drowning, you wake up, but choose to keep your eyes closed.
it is not that established sentimental moment, when you know its time.
rather, you choose to deny the eternity and get wrapped in this fictional dismal
its edgeless. this eagle that sours into everything that could have been.
“good bye my twin”.
a dull person. there’s nothing more annoying. but then i sometimes find myself i am the one that’s dull. oh well. people think everyone’s dull but themselves.
there once was a girl who always wore the same exact thing every day. the same brown shoes, the same white shirt with a little bit of faded green at the ends. She always wore her long straight brown hair in the same ponytail too. She’s dull to the bone.
A word that sounds like itself; onomatopoeia, at least to me. Dull is the state of an object or mind without shine. Dull is the opposite of what we strive for — it’s the absence of passion, the light from the stars without its twinkle, the unbuffed stretch of steel on a long-abandoned factory that tells no story without the garnish.
Sherlock
Life
Everything
People
Normal
Non-eccentrics
Every day
“God it must be so relaxing not being me”
“What’s it like in your funny little brains, it must be so boring!”
Anything that is not food
Anything that is not bacon
Anderson
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Real life
Kel wasn’t sure why he had once thought that traveling to a new place would be exciting. He had imagined adventure and duels and saving damsels in distress. It was supposed to be fun, and interesting.
Instead, there was only walking. And more walking.
Dull. Life was terribly dull, no more bright than the old silverware and sun-bleached paintings. Life was dull around the edges, of the pot the had cracked years ago, and the color of the marble birdbath. Life was dull.
A dull throb worked through my ears and into the very core of my being. My brain began to tingle, and then it felt like I would soon burst open, spilling my inflamed grey matter onto my desk. When would the bell ring and release us for summer vacation?
A mortal’s life must be so dull.
No monsters. No gorgons. No Greek or Roman gods.
Just a Mist over everything that really happened.
A demigod’s life was not.
Constant battles. Dryads. Fauns. Aurai. Iris Messaging (IMing). Magic.
Mortal’s lives were dull.
“This is not the time to stop”, she shouted, reining in her horse.
“But I must” I said. “We must begin the fight again!”
“Why”, she asked.
“Because it’s dull”.
“The fight?”
“NO, my personality, ya mad cow. What do you think I mean? The bloody knife, ya daft bint!”
Dullness. Boredom. Yeah, why do I feel like this has to do with the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend? It really should not have to do with that at all.. Being a woman sucks. Dull. Dull. Dull. Eligible bachelors hit me up! Just kidding. I’m not really interested.
dull is a type of lull it lasts and lasts it goes so slow you feel like bursting from your hide dull is like the evening chores everynight and dull likes sadness they are best friends in the heart of life of pie and dull is sitting in class while the teacher sleeps inside.
dull means without any interesting details, not shiny, That was a dull story. I didnt’ find anything interesting about it. That finish is dull. It is not shiny so it must need to be polished. Some people have dull personalities. They need to be more interesting or say more interesting things so people want to listen to them.
The patterns in the material leave me feeling empty, they are straight and remind me of stick figures. There are no dimensions and see no life.
gray. cloudy, tiring. MR.BERKAN MY SCIENCE TEACHER ! talks in a monotone voice -.- all.the.time. and blinks rapdily. eick.
the knife became cracked and dull. I used it for all purposes around the house. One day a pawn shop employee told me the thing was a Spanish war artifact.
the day had started the same way again….dull. There was now difference there was just the same old thing and I was sick of it I needed to get away I needed to see something that has never been seen before I needed to see the universe.
rain sky gray in the clouds. a room where no one laughs at your joke. a kid who gets socks for his birthday. People who wear black to a funeral, or gray to a party. a homecoming dress with no sparkles, and a rocketship with no portals. a surfboard with no sponsorship stickers, ireland without all its clovers. england without the cool accents, and not a blonde, but a brunette with no common sense. a four year old without crumbs on his face, and a small little puppy without puppy breath. living life with no dreams, because life my dear, isnt what it seams.
boring, straight, flat, long, Hollien, flat color, lull, dinner lull, no longer in fashion
Dull makes me think of something depressing, or sad, maybe cloudy. Someone who doesn’t live life to the fullest.
For the first time since he awoke, Tim sat down and caught his breath. The sun was finally backing off and hiding behind the horizon. As the stars came out, he thought to himself, “This is kind of exciting!”
Tim’s daily life could perhaps be best described as dull. So, a mysterious adventure through some unknown land did add a nice touch of variety.
Life was dull at this point. I just needed time to speed up and take me out of this repetitive cycle. I didn’t want anything to happen. Dull moments always led to times of unhappiness due to unwanted problems. But this time, I wasn’t going to stand and watch the calm before the storm. I would get out before it was too late.
My life had been pretty dull as of late. Some how all of that had changed in a matter of weeks. I was in Rome wandering down streets, trying not to get run over. I kept wondering if I would be eating gelato or cannoli for dessert, which was more excting than a mars candy bar.
Luke’s fever hadn’t gone down for days. The heat was getting to him, and he felt like he was going to fall over. but he needed to go on. His duty was to make the sacred sword. And that would take no breaks.
But no matter what he did, his swords ended up dull.
Oh the dull….boring huh? it seems most have lost their shimmer. To shine, is to hold love in your hands, even if it slips, as fine white sands.
The dull thud woke him from his reverie. Looking over, he saw a thick blade, laying just beside his neck. He looked up into the eyes of his assailant and knew it missed only because they wanted a good fight.
I feel like I’m becoming a dull person. I have so much to do, and not enough energy to do it. I can’t fully dedicate myself to any one thing because I’m spread over so many different quadrants that I can’t … I just can’t. And all I want to do is talk to him, but I can’t reach him. I’m afraid he got my messages and is choosing not to call. But maybe he still doesn’t have service. Talking to him would ease my mind.
Shadows.
Grey.
Empty.
Lonely.
The future is bleak.
Life has lost its shine.
Dull.
She painted her life
in dull shades of gray
because she found that it helped
to drive others away
And though she might want them to resist her and stay
She finds that her heart fares much better this way
The methodical daily washing and drying of his car set off all kinds of red flags to everyone on the block.
It was a dull day, that much was true. Unusually dull, actually. Life on Sarandon Street was generally full of hype and crazy. But today was different. Yes, today was different. The birds did not chirp, the sun did not shine. No kids were out at play, no dogs were taken on walks. It was a dull day, that much was true.
I’ve just realized how much I love a dull life. Up until, what, three hours ago? My life has been a constant monotone. Now? Well, heck, I’m hated person of the year. Quite an accomplishment, since it’s only October. Wish me luck. Maybe I’ll be able to actually die sometime soon.
plain, worthless, boring,
so many thing in the world are dull to some but beautiful to others, dull is all and opinion
anything but me, my life may be dull but doesn’t mean that my spirit is.
dull, i wish there was no connection between me and the word, but it is what it is.
plain, boring, gray, and melancholy. the type of rainy days when you feel like the sky is crying because of how miserable it is that is what dull is.
perhaps it is just the loneliness inside that is making the sky cry but you don’t want to accept it because you are too strong of a person that does not show any sense of fear or desolation , or at least that is how you want others to perceive you to be, but don’t fool yourself, hiding and bottling up all the sadness and all the anger is what will eat you up inside, bit by bit until you can take it no more…….the dullness finally ends……finally it’s all over.
There were five minutes left to the end of the world, and it was being spent in school.
Mal looked at Lacy, who looked at the clock and gulped before glancing back at her best friend.
They were both thinking the same thing.
Time was running out.
It’s go time.
it was such a dull life they all lived, she thought, squinting out at the world through the rainy window of the taxi. people never really changed, not really, and even though earth was a constantly shifting and moving phenomenon, no one could really experience it through life itself. but when she opened her eyes–really, honestly opened them, and let go of her senses–she found that the world wasn’t so gray after all, and every raindrop was a chandelier.
The gray clouds rested simply in the gray sky. The bare trees created a dark outline against the sky. Time passed slowly, no signs of life anywhere. It was simple. It was melancholy. It was dull.
The clouds were a dull gray and hence the entire day was dull. And muted. All was quiet except for the sound of the wind in the bare branches of the trees.
Knife blades ring like echoes, feeble against solid block walls in the cellular divide of the city square. Flashes of stinted gray, too dull for gleaming silver, stunted tips like knobs rusted into eroded handprints.
your life is dull and I don’t really care to listen to it. Don’t tell me how your boyfriend did this or your boyfriend did that because I don’t care. It’s dull.
everything is dull with you around. you suck the beauty, the bright wondrous colours out
a blunt shade
as you pass by in your odyssey
the thickness of the ferns
insipid with your sight.
you miss it. everything around you with your eyes wide open.
your heart hardened
you know your drowning, you wake up, but choose to keep your eyes closed.
it is not that established sentimental moment, when you know its time.
rather, you choose to deny the eternity and get wrapped in this fictional dismal
its edgeless. this eagle that sours into everything that could have been.
“good bye my twin”.
a dull person. there’s nothing more annoying. but then i sometimes find myself i am the one that’s dull. oh well. people think everyone’s dull but themselves.
there once was a girl who always wore the same exact thing every day. the same brown shoes, the same white shirt with a little bit of faded green at the ends. She always wore her long straight brown hair in the same ponytail too. She’s dull to the bone.