My mom was very angry. She slammed the back door and stormed into the kitchen, covered in dirt, sweating and fuming. She sank into a chair at the kitchen table, hands balled into fists, practically growling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
“A mole ate all my goddamn irises.”
I crept past her towards the back door and, indeed, all her irises had been uprooted. Goddamn mole
something that comes out of the ground is an animal, is an skin thing. can be cancerous if assymetrical. reminds me of other animals and witches because they usually have them on their noses. i like furry animals
The mole popped out of its hole in the ground, squinting from the morning sun. The park was calm and serene that day. A woman with a large mole on her upper lip was pushing her son on the swings. A girl was sitting nearby, calculating moles to grams for her chemistry homework. A typical day in the park.
mole, well i have one on my armpit, umm i dont have a lot to say about them, they can be cancerous? hmmm this is awkward, u know the word awkward is an awkward word b
the mole is everywhere you just can’t see him ..he sees you …he knows every little move you make…what are you going to do about this? watch what you say
Hillocks, green tunnels
Where my foot sinks
As I run from the large three that is first base
to the sidewalk square that is second.
Mole hills
Ruin my game.
I’m not so sad when the cat
comes home with you dangling
from the corner of her mouth.
The obese mole stood at the bottom of a large hill. He stared upwards at the large sycamore tree that dwarfed even the hill itself, beginning to realize just how small a player he was in the world. He shuffled his feet to walk up the hill, wondering what his next adventure would be.
The mole is perfect and round and brown, a beauty mark that will not become the mark of cancer. It has graced her cheek for her entire life; she would not know her own face without it. It is the period to the sentence of her life. She cannot imagine the quest to remove such a mark of distinction, but to the dermatologist, that quest is essential.
the lady had a mole on the left side of her left cheek. It dangled away from her face, point in the direction of the floor as if it wished to eject itself from the plane of soft skin surrounding it
ugly. animal. brown. claws. snitch. sneaky. snide. cunning. calculating. mole. he slithers and slys and will scratch out your eyes. the mole has no home, has no place to go.
You darn little varmint. I went to bed last night with a perfect lawn. Today, I awoke to routes of an underground city sprawled this way and that. No more yard of the month. You darn little varmint.
i have a mole in the middle of my forehead. it always gets stared at and people always question it. it is not too raised and actually really more closely resembles a birthmark. it makes me look hindu. i am very self conscious about it. my girlfriend has a number of birthmarks that form orions belt.
There was a mole in the room. I could smell the deception blended in with roasted coffee. Who could be so cruel? Who wanted to bring me down? I am going to get to the bottom of this before my career is flushed down the drain. What have I done to deserve this backstabbing?
Mole AGAIN??? I just got this word! I guess now I’ll write about the other definition of “mole.” I have this mole on my upper arm. It is perfectly placed right in the center of my arm. I often touch it out of habit. It is calming to me.
it’s blind but has an acute sense of smell and touch. this way, it’s able to find its way around and burrow. kind of a funny looking creature, but it manages to get by. probably not that pleasant to have in your front yard, though…
There once was a mole who lived in a hole that led to a deep array of underground tunnels in a man’s backyard. The man hated moles, and constantly chased the poor mole with a rake, trying to kill it. The man also invested in many cats to try to do the poor mole in.
Whenever he would come to visit I always knew what I had to make. Cinnamon, chocolate, chili peppers… his favorite mole sauce. It was not an easy sauce to make but the smile it put on his face always made it worth. Of course today I wouldn’t get to see his smile, today I will be making it for everyone else who has come to say goodbye to him. Today, for the first time in my life, I did not want to cook for him.
we knew this girl. it was kinda mean, we called her Mole, because she had this BIG ASS one on her face. she was kinda bitchy. she stole my friends clothes. after she lived at her place and ate all her food for 2 weeks or more for free. stupid bitch. don’t feel bad about calling her this! she deserved it, I don’t feel bad. MOLEY MOLEY MOLEY!! haha She was a dumb 18yr old that wanted to be part of “the crew” and still wanted to move home. she wanted to marry her best friend….Midwesters….. ugh!
moles are gross. it’s a really ugly word as well. to be told you have a beauty mole is supposed to make it sound slightly more appealing I’m sure but it only masks on a consolation title. I prefer the word in Spanish, lunar. it sounds less disturbing in my mind.
Each day. The same useless unit of measurement. Goddamn you, Avogadro, goddamn you to the foulest pit of Hell. 6.02×10 to the 23rd power? What the hell? You need a girlfriend, mate. That can’t have been an easy formula to figure out.
Beautiful Brazilian lady is dancing the cha cha cha
Her hair is flowing and swaying
Her hips are rumbling up a tropical storm
Thick lips full of passion for living
And a mole of desire gracing her juicy face
I have never before seen one, but, as a child, I often found them quite adorable. I only am aware that they are often the color brown, and are small creatures.
I hate moles. Learning them in chemistry is not much more fun than the ones that live in my front yard. They are both pesky things that i will never find use in my everyday life for. Not very enjoyable things.
I had a mole on the back of my neckk for a few years, but the doc said I had to take off . Kids in Chemistry ued to make fun of it. you understand mole the easurement of something or other.But never the Less I enjoyed the Mole My own and Chemistry for that matter. My Mom told me that moles make you speical and are markers for someone with a great destiny. I never believed her until I met my wife, and then my daughter. Both women whom I love and beleive were the reason I was put on this earth. My poor daughter, Jessie, has a mole too. I say it’s cute but that’s only because I’m her father and I think anything she does is cute. She says it’s freaky. Her mother, bless that woman, agrees. So they’ve gone to get it removed. Whilst I remain and think of the moles that kids in highschool used to laugh about. It’s for the best my lovely daughter is getting it removed kids are mean!
It sat upon my lap and crawled into my arm. Ever moving towards my face. Ever moving to burrow its way into my skull and expose me for who I am. It sits on top my face now and digs, digs deep into me. Showing the world what I try to hie, what I failed to be, what I yearn most for.
I had a mole on my left arm. It was HUGE! It was brown, oval shaped, and had thick, black hair coming out of it. I got tired of it being on me so I went to doctor and had him cut it off. He left a big scar on my arm and it makes people marvel! I wish I had my mole back.
moles are not fun, well not in my family. i can’t even count how many i have had to have carved off of me. my mom is the same. thankfully they are always benign. or we could talk about the cute little animals, the problem is they dig holes in my yard.
One day, I was walking through the woods, and I heard a scuttering noise. I looked and saw some leaves rustling to my left. I knelt down and moved the debris, and to my surprise, I saw a mama mole with 7 babies. They were naked and helpless, but the mama was taking care of them all very well. I was able to take a picture with my camera to show my children the wonders of God’s creation.
can’t change it, it’s there
appears somewhere when you’re between
five and seven
the surface of my arm
the back of her neck
the curve of his ear
can’t change anything
The mole popped up out of the ground and just stared. I stared back. Neither of us moved, we just sat there and looked at each other. Then the neighbors dog started barking and themole scurried back into its hole…. THE END!
My mom was very angry. She slammed the back door and stormed into the kitchen, covered in dirt, sweating and fuming. She sank into a chair at the kitchen table, hands balled into fists, practically growling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
“A mole ate all my goddamn irises.”
I crept past her towards the back door and, indeed, all her irises had been uprooted. Goddamn mole
something that comes out of the ground is an animal, is an skin thing. can be cancerous if assymetrical. reminds me of other animals and witches because they usually have them on their noses. i like furry animals
The mole popped out of its hole in the ground, squinting from the morning sun. The park was calm and serene that day. A woman with a large mole on her upper lip was pushing her son on the swings. A girl was sitting nearby, calculating moles to grams for her chemistry homework. A typical day in the park.
mole in a government. mole on your face. mole in the ground. I can’t think of anything good to do with moles. They all get in the way of something.
moles are born hairless and live under ground. That’s all I got. It can also be a growth on the skin.
he tore out pages of his sketchbook for her to
scribble her thoughts on.
it meant something, he just didn’t know what.
mole, well i have one on my armpit, umm i dont have a lot to say about them, they can be cancerous? hmmm this is awkward, u know the word awkward is an awkward word b
the mole is everywhere you just can’t see him ..he sees you …he knows every little move you make…what are you going to do about this? watch what you say
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Hillocks, green tunnels
Where my foot sinks
As I run from the large three that is first base
to the sidewalk square that is second.
Mole hills
Ruin my game.
I’m not so sad when the cat
comes home with you dangling
from the corner of her mouth.
The obese mole stood at the bottom of a large hill. He stared upwards at the large sycamore tree that dwarfed even the hill itself, beginning to realize just how small a player he was in the world. He shuffled his feet to walk up the hill, wondering what his next adventure would be.
The mole is perfect and round and brown, a beauty mark that will not become the mark of cancer. It has graced her cheek for her entire life; she would not know her own face without it. It is the period to the sentence of her life. She cannot imagine the quest to remove such a mark of distinction, but to the dermatologist, that quest is essential.
the lady had a mole on the left side of her left cheek. It dangled away from her face, point in the direction of the floor as if it wished to eject itself from the plane of soft skin surrounding it
I never saw something so flimsy.
ugly. animal. brown. claws. snitch. sneaky. snide. cunning. calculating. mole. he slithers and slys and will scratch out your eyes. the mole has no home, has no place to go.
You darn little varmint. I went to bed last night with a perfect lawn. Today, I awoke to routes of an underground city sprawled this way and that. No more yard of the month. You darn little varmint.
i have a mole in the middle of my forehead. it always gets stared at and people always question it. it is not too raised and actually really more closely resembles a birthmark. it makes me look hindu. i am very self conscious about it. my girlfriend has a number of birthmarks that form orions belt.
There was a mole in the room. I could smell the deception blended in with roasted coffee. Who could be so cruel? Who wanted to bring me down? I am going to get to the bottom of this before my career is flushed down the drain. What have I done to deserve this backstabbing?
Oh… that. Yeah okay granted
Mole AGAIN??? I just got this word! I guess now I’ll write about the other definition of “mole.” I have this mole on my upper arm. It is perfectly placed right in the center of my arm. I often touch it out of habit. It is calming to me.
it’s blind but has an acute sense of smell and touch. this way, it’s able to find its way around and burrow. kind of a funny looking creature, but it manages to get by. probably not that pleasant to have in your front yard, though…
There once was a mole who lived in a hole that led to a deep array of underground tunnels in a man’s backyard. The man hated moles, and constantly chased the poor mole with a rake, trying to kill it. The man also invested in many cats to try to do the poor mole in.
Whenever he would come to visit I always knew what I had to make. Cinnamon, chocolate, chili peppers… his favorite mole sauce. It was not an easy sauce to make but the smile it put on his face always made it worth. Of course today I wouldn’t get to see his smile, today I will be making it for everyone else who has come to say goodbye to him. Today, for the first time in my life, I did not want to cook for him.
we knew this girl. it was kinda mean, we called her Mole, because she had this BIG ASS one on her face. she was kinda bitchy. she stole my friends clothes. after she lived at her place and ate all her food for 2 weeks or more for free. stupid bitch. don’t feel bad about calling her this! she deserved it, I don’t feel bad. MOLEY MOLEY MOLEY!! haha She was a dumb 18yr old that wanted to be part of “the crew” and still wanted to move home. she wanted to marry her best friend….Midwesters….. ugh!
moles are gross. it’s a really ugly word as well. to be told you have a beauty mole is supposed to make it sound slightly more appealing I’m sure but it only masks on a consolation title. I prefer the word in Spanish, lunar. it sounds less disturbing in my mind.
Each day. The same useless unit of measurement. Goddamn you, Avogadro, goddamn you to the foulest pit of Hell. 6.02×10 to the 23rd power? What the hell? You need a girlfriend, mate. That can’t have been an easy formula to figure out.
Beautiful Brazilian lady is dancing the cha cha cha
Her hair is flowing and swaying
Her hips are rumbling up a tropical storm
Thick lips full of passion for living
And a mole of desire gracing her juicy face
Mole on my neck hurts like heck. Yeah, it’s a speck that hurts like heck. Yeah, I got nothing. Nothing but this freakin’ mole on my neck.
I have never before seen one, but, as a child, I often found them quite adorable. I only am aware that they are often the color brown, and are small creatures.
they’re brown and there’s one on my tummy!
I hate moles. Learning them in chemistry is not much more fun than the ones that live in my front yard. They are both pesky things that i will never find use in my everyday life for. Not very enjoyable things.
She had a mole on the back of her neck. That’s all I remember, Officer. She had a mole on the back of her neck.
“And what did she steal, again?”
I told you, she grabbed my purse while I was in line for a ride at the fair.
“How old did she look?”
Oh, I don’t know. Early 20’s, maybe. From the way she was dressed it looked like she was maybe a musician.
“What was she wearing?”
Well. . .I can’t exactly remember. But I definitely remember that mole.
I had a mole on the back of my neckk for a few years, but the doc said I had to take off . Kids in Chemistry ued to make fun of it. you understand mole the easurement of something or other.But never the Less I enjoyed the Mole My own and Chemistry for that matter. My Mom told me that moles make you speical and are markers for someone with a great destiny. I never believed her until I met my wife, and then my daughter. Both women whom I love and beleive were the reason I was put on this earth. My poor daughter, Jessie, has a mole too. I say it’s cute but that’s only because I’m her father and I think anything she does is cute. She says it’s freaky. Her mother, bless that woman, agrees. So they’ve gone to get it removed. Whilst I remain and think of the moles that kids in highschool used to laugh about. It’s for the best my lovely daughter is getting it removed kids are mean!
It sat upon my lap and crawled into my arm. Ever moving towards my face. Ever moving to burrow its way into my skull and expose me for who I am. It sits on top my face now and digs, digs deep into me. Showing the world what I try to hie, what I failed to be, what I yearn most for.
I had a mole on my left arm. It was HUGE! It was brown, oval shaped, and had thick, black hair coming out of it. I got tired of it being on me so I went to doctor and had him cut it off. He left a big scar on my arm and it makes people marvel! I wish I had my mole back.
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moles are not fun, well not in my family. i can’t even count how many i have had to have carved off of me. my mom is the same. thankfully they are always benign. or we could talk about the cute little animals, the problem is they dig holes in my yard.
ther once was a mole named mole wat mole, mole are u sure thats mole yeah mole
One day, I was walking through the woods, and I heard a scuttering noise. I looked and saw some leaves rustling to my left. I knelt down and moved the debris, and to my surprise, I saw a mama mole with 7 babies. They were naked and helpless, but the mama was taking care of them all very well. I was able to take a picture with my camera to show my children the wonders of God’s creation.
A mole, freckles, your beauty mark, never hide it, it may be the only thing that makes you unique. The one piece of you all others love.
can’t change it, it’s there
appears somewhere when you’re between
five and seven
the surface of my arm
the back of her neck
the curve of his ear
can’t change anything
The mole popped up out of the ground and just stared. I stared back. Neither of us moved, we just sat there and looked at each other. Then the neighbors dog started barking and themole scurried back into its hole…. THE END!