I can feel the presence behind me. But it’s too late to scream. It’s too late to run. I do not move, I concentrate on stillness on every word in front of me. I don’t turn. I don’t breathe. My eyes are the only things that move. I close them. I sense its proximity. Alarm bells go off in my brain but my muscles do not work.
powerful girl didn’t need any radar to pinpoint the cause of of destruction.she only had to follow the trail.it ended in a whisper,an unmoving lump against a giant tree
El radar de doña juanita estaba descompuesto. No podíamos ver nada de lo que se suponía que tenía que enseñarnos y sospechamos que fue su perro Plutarco el que lo habrá tirado y lo habrá vuelto a acomodar en su lugar, pero cuando lo tiró lo descompuso. Las cosas que mostraba eran más espantagóricas de lo que pensábamos.
Radar is spelled the same backwards and forwards: RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR oh my gosh some dude on TV just drank disgusting fish water!!!! GROSSS!!!!!!!! now he threw up :/
He paced back and forth as the radar scanned the ocean’s waters.
I try to keep under the radar; I try to stay unnoticed. Despite my efforts, he picked me out of the crowd, and if he’d been ugly, I probably would have minded. He’s not, though, and so now I’m his for all time.
He won’t see me, won’t look in my direction. I wonder why that is. I wonder if it’s because he’s so perfect and I’m so… not. I guess I’m just below his radar.
A lot of amazing bands under the radar these days, bands and musicians who deserve to be known where musicians who don’t seem to have the same heart behind their lyrics are played constantly on the radio. The bands are tour only local clubs
trapped by radar. going through my radar. hes so cute i let his through my radar and now im in trouble. I should be mroe protective of myself but i let my radar down because he won me over with his sweet talk. radar is the same as gaurd?
The blinking wouldn’t stop. He stared in panic at the buttons in front of him…how was he supposed to know how to turn off the damn radar? He’d only been there a week! Sweat poured from his brow.
Radar was my favorite character on M*A*S*H! He was from Ottumwa, Iowa, which is just 40 miles from my hometown. He was always on the radar. Make me think of the time I got a radar call while I was in Greece, through the Red Cross.
The radar was on the fritz and broke as soon as they turned it on. They will need to replace the radar or they will be sitting ducks in the war. Their vulnerability is very dangerous.
All that comes to mind when looking at today’s word is palindrome. As in, a word that reads the same backwards and forwards. Yes, I am odd like that. Oh, I still have time left! Imagine that.
I glanced at the flashing green radar screen as it made comical noises and I narrowed my eyes. There was a strange pattern emerging. I couldn’t comprehend it just yet, but it seemed that several unidentified objects were approaching our ship from the starboard side. I waited for the impending crash, and when it came, sprang into action like the badass action-movie-star I was.
Britney Spears’ latest song bled through the speakers, and I cringed at the generic-ness of it. A hand slowly grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a guy with piercings and a few tattoos running along his arms.
“Wanna go?” he asked me, a smile in his eyes.
I nodded.
He had flown under her radar, pushed his way into her heart, and now she couldn’t get rid of him. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed sooner. How could she let her defense down like that? Now she’d be vulnerable to sweet words and the way he smiled at her and how he held her when she cried.
*It’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all. I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.*
A complex, quiet machine of soundless sound, penetrating the outside world with its acute observations– yet not doing anything at all, in fact, unless green takes predominance over black.
“I dunno, it’s not showing up on my radar.”
“…excuse me?”
“I said, it’s not–”
“What did I do to get stuck with you? I work my butt off for two years, and I end up paired with some kid who has no clue what he’s doing. Of course.”
“Look, I’m sorry that–”
“Please, just be quiet. And try not to mess things up further.”
“How do you know?” I asked her. “I have a radar…it also helps that I’m his cousin and have watched him grow up.” I frowned at the thought. Sociopath? But I liked him. His charm wasn’t natural; it was a disease. Sickly and selfish in nature. It made me want to scream.
*Beep* *Beep*
The radar sounds through the night
It’s steady sound like a heartbeat.
Consistent.
Never stopping.
*Beep* *Beep*
The sound is getting faster.
*Beep* *Beep*
Oh no! What shall I find?
Closing my eyes, I walk into the room.
And find….
Another radar.
He got so close that he could taste the garlic on her breath. She saw that he was well-groomed, industrious and not easily pleased. Her internal radar knew that he was a one-month relationship; nothing more. She passed him by and went for the guy wearing a t-shirt with a picture of “Where’s Waldo” on it. That had promise.
The blip came through on the radar screen.
“What is it?”
“I have no clue.”
“Get the planes up now.”
He picked up a cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair.
My heart is aradar and it can find you as long as you’re not far. My heart has a radar to find you anywhere because I can’t really exist if I don’t have you around. You’ve turned my heart into a radar and I do nothing but following you around.
Well, today was an interesting one. I don’t have a radar to look at the various moving things in the sky and such, but I can tell you there were some fine clouds. Pink on top, dark blue on bottom, just floatin’ around all strong and solitary-like.
On my radar on my radar on my radar britney spears, slut, slut. That’s such and ugly word, so final, like it your social name forever, no going back just because you slept with that one guy… why?
The radar spins… blinking… searching… for me. There is no hiding, only a hope that the bleep that I cause goes unnoticed. That nobody notices the change in the sweep, in the green and black void and constancy. That the big eyes ignores me and lets me continue to just bleep for another day.
The radar swept the night sky searching for the rogue airship. The night terror of the bombings did not break the pride of the people, but instead embolden them to fight on. The radar swept and the green screen pulsated with the small mark of contention.
Airplanes had radar. My mom has a radar. Hell, I have a radar. The only difference between all of them is my Dad’s radar is more accurate than any SATCOM radar or space radar ever built. The guy can tell where I’ve been and what I was doing, without even asking.
Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking when you looked at me. And you barely looked at me. And I used to be the only thing, but now I don’t even know if I register on your radar. And it kills me everytime you overlook me for another. Because I love you, and you left me, and you said those three words you should never ever say when you’re trying to shut someone out of your heart.
And now I’m doomed forever to wonder if this is real or not.
I can feel the presence behind me. But it’s too late to scream. It’s too late to run. I do not move, I concentrate on stillness on every word in front of me. I don’t turn. I don’t breathe. My eyes are the only things that move. I close them. I sense its proximity. Alarm bells go off in my brain but my muscles do not work.
By Sophie URL on 11.06.2010
powerful girl didn’t need any radar to pinpoint the cause of of destruction.she only had to follow the trail.it ended in a whisper,an unmoving lump against a giant tree
By The Fake Dann URL on 11.06.2010
Whales and whales and whales and whales abound.
By Aubrey on 11.06.2010
El radar de doña juanita estaba descompuesto. No podíamos ver nada de lo que se suponía que tenía que enseñarnos y sospechamos que fue su perro Plutarco el que lo habrá tirado y lo habrá vuelto a acomodar en su lugar, pero cuando lo tiró lo descompuso. Las cosas que mostraba eran más espantagóricas de lo que pensábamos.
By Lodolfo URL on 11.06.2010
Radar is spelled the same backwards and forwards: RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR oh my gosh some dude on TV just drank disgusting fish water!!!! GROSSS!!!!!!!! now he threw up :/
He paced back and forth as the radar scanned the ocean’s waters.
By mkayla0528 on 11.06.2010
I didn’t want to tell you. I thought it would just make you mad.
But you were fine, better even.
Now we wait.
By Olivia URL on 11.06.2010
I try to keep under the radar; I try to stay unnoticed. Despite my efforts, he picked me out of the crowd, and if he’d been ugly, I probably would have minded. He’s not, though, and so now I’m his for all time.
By Julia A. URL on 11.06.2010
Beep.
Beep.
Beep. Beepbeep.
eepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeepbeep!
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!
boop.
By Annie URL on 11.06.2010
He won’t see me, won’t look in my direction. I wonder why that is. I wonder if it’s because he’s so perfect and I’m so… not. I guess I’m just below his radar.
By Mattie on 11.06.2010
A lot of amazing bands under the radar these days, bands and musicians who deserve to be known where musicians who don’t seem to have the same heart behind their lyrics are played constantly on the radio. The bands are tour only local clubs
By Julia URL on 11.06.2010
the radar beeped as it rotated. any intelligent life out there? swoosh beep whoosh beep. Nothing. Anywhere. No life, no one. whoosh beep swoosh beep.
By lena on 11.06.2010
trapped by radar. going through my radar. hes so cute i let his through my radar and now im in trouble. I should be mroe protective of myself but i let my radar down because he won me over with his sweet talk. radar is the same as gaurd?
By marisa URL on 11.06.2010
the boat’s radar picked up a strange object on the horizon. As the ship drew closer to the blip, the captain saw that it was a huge…
By Beth URL on 11.06.2010
radar is amazing technology. it is very helpful in locating things. America continues to produce new and unbelievable advances everyday
By Leah Smith on 11.06.2010
The blinking wouldn’t stop. He stared in panic at the buttons in front of him…how was he supposed to know how to turn off the damn radar? He’d only been there a week! Sweat poured from his brow.
By Rachel on 11.06.2010
Radar was my favorite character on M*A*S*H! He was from Ottumwa, Iowa, which is just 40 miles from my hometown. He was always on the radar. Make me think of the time I got a radar call while I was in Greece, through the Red Cross.
By Jade URL on 11.06.2010
The radar was on the fritz and broke as soon as they turned it on. They will need to replace the radar or they will be sitting ducks in the war. Their vulnerability is very dangerous.
By Richard Barbecho on 11.06.2010
All that comes to mind when looking at today’s word is palindrome. As in, a word that reads the same backwards and forwards. Yes, I am odd like that. Oh, I still have time left! Imagine that.
By Eavan URL on 11.06.2010
You’re on my radar, said Britney Spears. Radar, like in a submarine? detecting enemies with ultrasound radar.
By VP on 11.06.2010
Beep. Boop. Blip. Blap?
I glanced at the flashing green radar screen as it made comical noises and I narrowed my eyes. There was a strange pattern emerging. I couldn’t comprehend it just yet, but it seemed that several unidentified objects were approaching our ship from the starboard side. I waited for the impending crash, and when it came, sprang into action like the badass action-movie-star I was.
By vish URL on 11.06.2010
seeks out and finds objects within a certain radius.
By s on 11.06.2010
Britney Spears’ latest song bled through the speakers, and I cringed at the generic-ness of it. A hand slowly grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a guy with piercings and a few tattoos running along his arms.
“Wanna go?” he asked me, a smile in his eyes.
I nodded.
By eymliilmye URL on 11.06.2010
He had flown under her radar, pushed his way into her heart, and now she couldn’t get rid of him. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed sooner. How could she let her defense down like that? Now she’d be vulnerable to sweet words and the way he smiled at her and how he held her when she cried.
*It’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all. I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.*
By Julia URL on 11.06.2010
A complex, quiet machine of soundless sound, penetrating the outside world with its acute observations– yet not doing anything at all, in fact, unless green takes predominance over black.
By Abby on 11.06.2010
“I dunno, it’s not showing up on my radar.”
“…excuse me?”
“I said, it’s not–”
“What did I do to get stuck with you? I work my butt off for two years, and I end up paired with some kid who has no clue what he’s doing. Of course.”
“Look, I’m sorry that–”
“Please, just be quiet. And try not to mess things up further.”
By H! URL on 11.06.2010
She’s got a radar. She follows him. Everywhere. She knows about the other girl.
By T URL on 11.06.2010
“How do you know?” I asked her. “I have a radar…it also helps that I’m his cousin and have watched him grow up.” I frowned at the thought. Sociopath? But I liked him. His charm wasn’t natural; it was a disease. Sickly and selfish in nature. It made me want to scream.
By Marissa URL on 11.06.2010
*Beep* *Beep*
The radar sounds through the night
It’s steady sound like a heartbeat.
Consistent.
Never stopping.
*Beep* *Beep*
The sound is getting faster.
*Beep* *Beep*
Oh no! What shall I find?
Closing my eyes, I walk into the room.
And find….
Another radar.
By Angel of Music URL on 11.06.2010
Stay under the radar,
DON’T STAND OUT.
You aren’t meant to be different,
You’re meant to blend in.
You’re not to be smarter,
Or better
Or faster.
Just be like us all,
And that’s how you’ll win.
By Little Shark URL on 11.06.2010
He got so close that he could taste the garlic on her breath. She saw that he was well-groomed, industrious and not easily pleased. Her internal radar knew that he was a one-month relationship; nothing more. She passed him by and went for the guy wearing a t-shirt with a picture of “Where’s Waldo” on it. That had promise.
By Mike in Sacramento URL on 11.06.2010
The blip came through on the radar screen.
“What is it?”
“I have no clue.”
“Get the planes up now.”
He picked up a cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair.
By john hetzler URL on 11.06.2010
My heart is aradar and it can find you as long as you’re not far. My heart has a radar to find you anywhere because I can’t really exist if I don’t have you around. You’ve turned my heart into a radar and I do nothing but following you around.
By rocío on 11.06.2010
Well, today was an interesting one. I don’t have a radar to look at the various moving things in the sky and such, but I can tell you there were some fine clouds. Pink on top, dark blue on bottom, just floatin’ around all strong and solitary-like.
Do enjoy me some clouds on a crisp autumn day.
By Richardton T. Slump URL on 11.06.2010
The radar is falling apart and we need to buy a new one. The radar keeps us from danger.
By Richard Barbecho on 11.06.2010
On my radar on my radar on my radar britney spears, slut, slut. That’s such and ugly word, so final, like it your social name forever, no going back just because you slept with that one guy… why?
By Logan on 11.06.2010
“What is it, do we know yet?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Harborder might… he knows everything, right?”
“Yeah.”
By Logan on 11.06.2010
The radar spins… blinking… searching… for me. There is no hiding, only a hope that the bleep that I cause goes unnoticed. That nobody notices the change in the sweep, in the green and black void and constancy. That the big eyes ignores me and lets me continue to just bleep for another day.
By Kat URL on 11.06.2010
The radar swept the night sky searching for the rogue airship. The night terror of the bombings did not break the pride of the people, but instead embolden them to fight on. The radar swept and the green screen pulsated with the small mark of contention.
By Chuck K. URL on 11.06.2010
Airplanes had radar. My mom has a radar. Hell, I have a radar. The only difference between all of them is my Dad’s radar is more accurate than any SATCOM radar or space radar ever built. The guy can tell where I’ve been and what I was doing, without even asking.
By Jack Arcentales on 11.06.2010
Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking when you looked at me. And you barely looked at me. And I used to be the only thing, but now I don’t even know if I register on your radar. And it kills me everytime you overlook me for another. Because I love you, and you left me, and you said those three words you should never ever say when you’re trying to shut someone out of your heart.
And now I’m doomed forever to wonder if this is real or not.
By happilyMourning URL on 11.06.2010