The four guys didn’t need a table to play cards. They used the top of a wooden crate. The night shift was usually slow, but this particular night was flat out DEAD. They played BS, Poker, Black Jack, and Rummy until the sun came up.
A rooftop in Kentucky. A young man looks down as he debates plunging off the flat rooftop of which he has spent his last 21 years under. An owl swoops down and lands beside him. They make eye contact. The owl creeps closer, and flys away quickly. The man changes his mind and goes inside.
Flat, flat like a brick. A brick in a wall. A mediocre wall at that. All bricks are pretty much alike. Bleak thoughts. Bleak thoughts for moving into your first home. With your first wife.
He gazed out across the plain. Grass tickled high at his bare knees and he watched gophers disappear into their homes as he walked through the flat plain. It stretched for miles, so far he could see the distant glimmer of city lights in the night.
The plane was flat and long and endless, stretching out before me in waves of rippling grass that looked like they would never end. The sky was long and flat and endless, too, as it stretched above me.
The land was flat below us as we rounded the curve of the mountain road. Cresting a small rise, there was the valley strewn out in front of our car. This is where we would begin our new life. This place was where all our dreams would come true. As long as we could forget the old ones, that is. They were gone.
These feelings have risen, they’ve grown and swollen up. The urge to expel them is most pressing. Seeing your face however, kills any feelings. The suddenly shrink and my heart feels flat. There is no feeling at all. You’ve killed hope and murdered forgiveness. Abusing mercy and pity, I have none left to give. All the mercy has run out. You’re flat out of luck.
The road stretched out before us, with mountains barely visible through the hazy air. It was hot, and the sun burned the top of my head. Even with twenty four gears on this bicycle, I was glad the road was flat.
It was a flat hillside in louisiana. The air was hot and dry, and i was stiking with sweat by the time i got to the house. but harry was there, waiting for me at the door with a glass of lemonade and a flower that he picked from the garden. I loved that little boy, and he loved me. He learned well from his father
At the rate we’re going, the Earth will just be a flat nothingness. We will have moved on to flatten another planet, and then another. Our path of destruction has just begun….
I look out over the praries as the weeds dance in the wind. It makes my skin tingle and my sense light up. I haven’t felt like this in a long time
I’m happy. free. For about five minutes
It’ll be enough.
Flat, flat flat. She stared down at her chest in anxious frustration. As per any girl her age, her breasts should be coming in now, blooming into bouncy, jiggly wonderfulness, but instead she had mosquito bites. Itty bitty mosquito bites. She turned sideways to the mirror and sucked in her stomach hoping that would help, but no such luck.
Like a pancake. Like my beating heart. Like the way Mark Cutter looked when Darcy Jones told him that she wouldn’t go out with a loser like him.
Perfectly flat.
Two-dimensional. Like a cracker, salted and unsalted. Two slices of bread, like the sandwich that Karen gave Miles for lunch last weekend.
Really, really, flat.
Steam-rolled all nice. Like my cake. Like Jenny Marco’s chest as those rude boys just had to point it out because she refused AnnaMarie’s initiation offer.
Flat.
What I really am, when I stand here and see everything and say absolutely…nothing.
My chest is flat. At 20 years old, I have the breasts of a 13 year-old, pre-pubescent girl who still wears training bras. While yes, it is moderately mortifiying when trying on certain styles of tops and dresses, it also comes in handy when I don’t feel like wearing a bra. Plus, I have no idea what my DD friends are talking about when they complain about going up and down stairs, because the only bounce I have is the bounce in my step!
My chest is flat. Everyone else has already grown reasonably sized breasts, while I, already 20 years old, still look like a 14 year old pre-pubescent kid who could be wearing training bras. Embarassing? A bit, but it comes in handy when I dont feel like wearing a bra. Plus they don’t bounce around as much as my friend’s when I go up and down stairs. One of her breasts is like six of mine. Honestly. That would be a pain sometimes I think, but also SO MUCH FUN TO PLAY WITH. And much more attractive to most men, I would imagine.
Her face, much like a sheet of paper, was flat. There was no dimension. People looked at her with as much excitement as looking at a sheet of paper. She knew she would never have any good friends, because of her flat face. Hahaha
Iraq was largely flat. Afghanistan was not. Afghanistan was the suck. Rucking over mountains, to the horizon. Sleeping exposed in the heat, and zipping myself into a too-small bivy sack in the snow at twelve thousand feet above sea level. It crushed me.
Flat like the top front of my snapback.fitted like my timbos and still you can’t have back half what you have back.targetin you like I’m a lineman and you a half back. So standback oor I will dare to run througg you and you will land back.5 yards behind. You understand understand that.my cash fat.like
She looked out across the ocean as if she could never believe me. “The world is round, Maria!” She laughed purely at my absurdity. “No it isn’t daddy!”
where is it, here or there? can’t be underneath because flat, flat keeps nothing hidden, reveals all with its flat expanse of no bumps no lumps no wiggling movement underneath. Only a boring smooth unbroken unraised surface of no mountains and no valleys.
I’m a be straight nigga never flat. And you don’t wait because Im prolly that which you’d never land on.the great is here the wait is deer so stoo and watch cuz you already a caught in the headlighets of my car nigga you a deer.
The flat desert stretched before him like a bowling alley. The tan expanse still felt intimate with stars hung low in the sky like reflections from a disco ball. These nights Carlos could feel the languid oppression of distant stars.
Once upon a time, the earth was thought to be flat. A few hundred years later, we discovered the earth was most definitley not flat. But, one thing is flat. My butt. I do not think another person on earth has a butt as flat as mine.
when i was younger i thought that my chest was pretty flat. my first bra ever was given to me by my mom and the way she gave it to me (i think it was a Christmas present, or maybe it was my birthday?) anyways she told me to run upstairs and there on my bed was Grandpa Fuzz (my big teddy) and he was wearing this tiny trainer bra. i thought it was the greatest thing ever. it even came with matching underwear. they had purple and green stripes.
He leveled his binoculars over the flat landscape. A distant mountain, scattered shrubs, very few places to hide. His daughter stared at the desert sand, silent. She had not uttered a word since she saw her mother’s ravaged carcass hanging on the Wall. His eyes ached, his tears spent long ago. The man picked her up and breathed in the scent of her hair. A distant shot echoed, and then darkness.
The world was flat when a Saturn giant stepped on it with a stardust-powered rocket-boosted, steel-toed boot. It was odd for a while, but once we got over the dome shape, the planet was certainly still decent.
i fell flat and looked up at the ceiling. hadn’t looked up in a while. it was plain–yet constant. i found myself getting lost in the plain of it all. almost envying it. wonder how it settled into its way so easily. wondered if there was any resistance. wondered if it thought itself to be plain at all.
no curve, no hill, nothing to search for and nothing to fail at. being flat is linear and it absolute. there is no question and there is no answer. what makes things flat? being flat is having no goals and no aspirations
Why is your voice so void of passion?
My ears catch the echo of it and bleed
This is not how you speak to your future,
with words void of hope or anger or sorrow.
Give Your Almighty Future something to work with-
scorching passion or a blizzard of hearts.
Identify every anxious thought and I will replace it with a peace.
Abandon your depression in my courts and you will leave with love.
Give me your confusion and I will give you my purpose.
Do not allow yourself to become lukewarm,
I will not be able to use any part of you.
i’m feeling a bit like a day-old soda pop today
like that stretch of road lined with dry grass
like two baubles of flesh in a sports bra
but mostly like my singing in the car after a long day
The ground flew beneath me, dirt, rocks, sticks, and leaves, all flying by in a blur as I flew along the path.
Bishop ran in front of me, his tail disappearing around a corner before I caught sight of him again as I rounded the curve, pushing up another hill.
My heart pounded, sweat dripped down my back, my breath came in gasps.
This is what I loved about the nature trail, what I lived for.
On pavement, it was easy. Flat. Uninteresting.
But in nature, life moved around you. With you. In.
A challenge. To lift yourself out of life and go back to your roots in the rushing of the stream, of the smell of the dirt.
A challenge I gladly accepted.
The man lived in a flat in East London. Everyday, he would visit a diner with the best flat pancakes in the world. One flat and boring evening, he met the most beautiful girl in the world. her blouse lay flat on her body and her hair was pinned in curls. this man soon realized that he wished to know everything about her, earning the name Tom.
Ronald walked into the room, confused. Looking around he realized that the ground he was standing on wasn’t flat, but curved at a slight angle rounding up towards the ceiling.
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The four guys didn’t need a table to play cards. They used the top of a wooden crate. The night shift was usually slow, but this particular night was flat out DEAD. They played BS, Poker, Black Jack, and Rummy until the sun came up.
The tire was indisputably flat. One glance told me that.
It couldn’t have happened at a more inconvenient time.
To begin with, this was one of the maybe two days a year that I wore a suit, and changing the tire was going to mess it up royally.
The Earth is flat…..
A rooftop in Kentucky. A young man looks down as he debates plunging off the flat rooftop of which he has spent his last 21 years under. An owl swoops down and lands beside him. They make eye contact. The owl creeps closer, and flys away quickly. The man changes his mind and goes inside.
Flat, flat like a brick. A brick in a wall. A mediocre wall at that. All bricks are pretty much alike. Bleak thoughts. Bleak thoughts for moving into your first home. With your first wife.
He gazed out across the plain. Grass tickled high at his bare knees and he watched gophers disappear into their homes as he walked through the flat plain. It stretched for miles, so far he could see the distant glimmer of city lights in the night.
The plane was flat and long and endless, stretching out before me in waves of rippling grass that looked like they would never end. The sky was long and flat and endless, too, as it stretched above me.
The land was flat below us as we rounded the curve of the mountain road. Cresting a small rise, there was the valley strewn out in front of our car. This is where we would begin our new life. This place was where all our dreams would come true. As long as we could forget the old ones, that is. They were gone.
These feelings have risen, they’ve grown and swollen up. The urge to expel them is most pressing. Seeing your face however, kills any feelings. The suddenly shrink and my heart feels flat. There is no feeling at all. You’ve killed hope and murdered forgiveness. Abusing mercy and pity, I have none left to give. All the mercy has run out. You’re flat out of luck.
The road stretched out before us, with mountains barely visible through the hazy air. It was hot, and the sun burned the top of my head. Even with twenty four gears on this bicycle, I was glad the road was flat.
It was a flat hillside in louisiana. The air was hot and dry, and i was stiking with sweat by the time i got to the house. but harry was there, waiting for me at the door with a glass of lemonade and a flower that he picked from the garden. I loved that little boy, and he loved me. He learned well from his father
At the rate we’re going, the Earth will just be a flat nothingness. We will have moved on to flatten another planet, and then another. Our path of destruction has just begun….
I look out over the praries as the weeds dance in the wind. It makes my skin tingle and my sense light up. I haven’t felt like this in a long time
I’m happy. free. For about five minutes
It’ll be enough.
pancakes in the morning have always been my favorite
flat pancakes
with blueberries
and lots of syrup
Flat, flat flat. She stared down at her chest in anxious frustration. As per any girl her age, her breasts should be coming in now, blooming into bouncy, jiggly wonderfulness, but instead she had mosquito bites. Itty bitty mosquito bites. She turned sideways to the mirror and sucked in her stomach hoping that would help, but no such luck.
Flat.
Like a pancake. Like my beating heart. Like the way Mark Cutter looked when Darcy Jones told him that she wouldn’t go out with a loser like him.
Perfectly flat.
Two-dimensional. Like a cracker, salted and unsalted. Two slices of bread, like the sandwich that Karen gave Miles for lunch last weekend.
Really, really, flat.
Steam-rolled all nice. Like my cake. Like Jenny Marco’s chest as those rude boys just had to point it out because she refused AnnaMarie’s initiation offer.
Flat.
What I really am, when I stand here and see everything and say absolutely…nothing.
My chest is flat. At 20 years old, I have the breasts of a 13 year-old, pre-pubescent girl who still wears training bras. While yes, it is moderately mortifiying when trying on certain styles of tops and dresses, it also comes in handy when I don’t feel like wearing a bra. Plus, I have no idea what my DD friends are talking about when they complain about going up and down stairs, because the only bounce I have is the bounce in my step!
My chest is flat. Everyone else has already grown reasonably sized breasts, while I, already 20 years old, still look like a 14 year old pre-pubescent kid who could be wearing training bras. Embarassing? A bit, but it comes in handy when I dont feel like wearing a bra. Plus they don’t bounce around as much as my friend’s when I go up and down stairs. One of her breasts is like six of mine. Honestly. That would be a pain sometimes I think, but also SO MUCH FUN TO PLAY WITH. And much more attractive to most men, I would imagine.
Her face, much like a sheet of paper, was flat. There was no dimension. People looked at her with as much excitement as looking at a sheet of paper. She knew she would never have any good friends, because of her flat face. Hahaha
Run you over like a steamroller leaving you flat.I’m poppin and fizzing must mean my flows fat. And most that don’t agree blows cack.
Iraq was largely flat. Afghanistan was not. Afghanistan was the suck. Rucking over mountains, to the horizon. Sleeping exposed in the heat, and zipping myself into a too-small bivy sack in the snow at twelve thousand feet above sea level. It crushed me.
Flat like the top front of my snapback.fitted like my timbos and still you can’t have back half what you have back.targetin you like I’m a lineman and you a half back. So standback oor I will dare to run througg you and you will land back.5 yards behind. You understand understand that.my cash fat.like
She looked out across the ocean as if she could never believe me. “The world is round, Maria!” She laughed purely at my absurdity. “No it isn’t daddy!”
where is it, here or there? can’t be underneath because flat, flat keeps nothing hidden, reveals all with its flat expanse of no bumps no lumps no wiggling movement underneath. Only a boring smooth unbroken unraised surface of no mountains and no valleys.
the earth is flat as far as i know.
i’d follow you to the world’s end if you started making the trip.
I’m a be straight nigga never flat. And you don’t wait because Im prolly that which you’d never land on.the great is here the wait is deer so stoo and watch cuz you already a caught in the headlighets of my car nigga you a deer.
The flat desert stretched before him like a bowling alley. The tan expanse still felt intimate with stars hung low in the sky like reflections from a disco ball. These nights Carlos could feel the languid oppression of distant stars.
Once upon a time, the earth was thought to be flat. A few hundred years later, we discovered the earth was most definitley not flat. But, one thing is flat. My butt. I do not think another person on earth has a butt as flat as mine.
when i was younger i thought that my chest was pretty flat. my first bra ever was given to me by my mom and the way she gave it to me (i think it was a Christmas present, or maybe it was my birthday?) anyways she told me to run upstairs and there on my bed was Grandpa Fuzz (my big teddy) and he was wearing this tiny trainer bra. i thought it was the greatest thing ever. it even came with matching underwear. they had purple and green stripes.
He leveled his binoculars over the flat landscape. A distant mountain, scattered shrubs, very few places to hide. His daughter stared at the desert sand, silent. She had not uttered a word since she saw her mother’s ravaged carcass hanging on the Wall. His eyes ached, his tears spent long ago. The man picked her up and breathed in the scent of her hair. A distant shot echoed, and then darkness.
The world was flat when a Saturn giant stepped on it with a stardust-powered rocket-boosted, steel-toed boot. It was odd for a while, but once we got over the dome shape, the planet was certainly still decent.
i fell flat and looked up at the ceiling. hadn’t looked up in a while. it was plain–yet constant. i found myself getting lost in the plain of it all. almost envying it. wonder how it settled into its way so easily. wondered if there was any resistance. wondered if it thought itself to be plain at all.
no curve, no hill, nothing to search for and nothing to fail at. being flat is linear and it absolute. there is no question and there is no answer. what makes things flat? being flat is having no goals and no aspirations
Why is your voice so void of passion?
My ears catch the echo of it and bleed
This is not how you speak to your future,
with words void of hope or anger or sorrow.
Give Your Almighty Future something to work with-
scorching passion or a blizzard of hearts.
Identify every anxious thought and I will replace it with a peace.
Abandon your depression in my courts and you will leave with love.
Give me your confusion and I will give you my purpose.
Do not allow yourself to become lukewarm,
I will not be able to use any part of you.
i’m feeling a bit like a day-old soda pop today
like that stretch of road lined with dry grass
like two baubles of flesh in a sports bra
but mostly like my singing in the car after a long day
flat can be boring. Pancakes are flat but they are good. This is freaky watching the time time down. Flat can be my life, or my pillow
The ground flew beneath me, dirt, rocks, sticks, and leaves, all flying by in a blur as I flew along the path.
Bishop ran in front of me, his tail disappearing around a corner before I caught sight of him again as I rounded the curve, pushing up another hill.
My heart pounded, sweat dripped down my back, my breath came in gasps.
This is what I loved about the nature trail, what I lived for.
On pavement, it was easy. Flat. Uninteresting.
But in nature, life moved around you. With you. In.
A challenge. To lift yourself out of life and go back to your roots in the rushing of the stream, of the smell of the dirt.
A challenge I gladly accepted.
The man lived in a flat in East London. Everyday, he would visit a diner with the best flat pancakes in the world. One flat and boring evening, he met the most beautiful girl in the world. her blouse lay flat on her body and her hair was pinned in curls. this man soon realized that he wished to know everything about her, earning the name Tom.
Ronald walked into the room, confused. Looking around he realized that the ground he was standing on wasn’t flat, but curved at a slight angle rounding up towards the ceiling.