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“We don’t have enough stamps.” Sharlene said in slow realization. “Noooooooooo.” Harold breathed. Stamps. We hadn’t thought of stamps.
By Sunanda URL on 12.13.2010
The stamps used to send
Post cards you never bought
The money ought to be
Used for your parking tickets
Yet you’re watching TV in HD
So you can olay the lottery
By Amiee URL on 12.13.2010
i hate stamps. you want to know why? they just suck. alright? I don’t know. Maybe its because my mother collects stamps. Maybe its because i work at the post office.
By sam on 12.13.2010
her tongue flicked out, pink as i’d ever seen it, and the way she wrinkled her nose at the taste made me laugh a little, quietly, underneath my breath cos her mother was in the next room and the boxes have yet to be packed and i’d missed her, i’d missed this, terribly. another minute and the postbox would be our destination, another hour and she’d be on a cab to heathrow.
“don’t go.” the stamp was placed, enveloped closed, and that was the end of that.
By tchaikovsky on 12.13.2010
When I was a child my grandfather would send me collections of stamps. He had collected them once himself. I am not entirely sure whether he intended for me to become interested in collecting things or whether he wanted me to become interested in organizing things. I recently rediscovered some. They all had cars and airplanes.
By Rar on 12.13.2010
I like stamps because they take me places I have never been before. They have faces of people I have never met and places I may never go. But they take me there in my imagination. Old stamps are the best kinds.
By Anna on 12.13.2010
marius’s most valuable possesion was a letter his great grandmother had written 90 years ago. there was a lot of history written on it. But history–small time history, midwestern housewife history–is not worth much, not on any level above a nostalgic, familial one. the truth was, nearly all of the the letter’s value was contained in the inverted jenny pasted to the upper lefthand corner of the envelope: a cool 200 grand.
By GARFIELD HATE MONDAYS on 12.13.2010
When I tell people I’m a collector, naturally they ask me what my speciality is. They conclude that my bookish attire, ineptitude at maintaining relationships and obscure taste in music, all point to a cliche collector niche; like stamps. I am not a stamps man, but it’s easier tell them that I am.
By Halima URL on 12.13.2010
Stamps? Again? Well what kind of stamps. Is this implying that I am labeled?
So what if I am gay. You don’t have to stamp it on me! This is getting ridiculous. Please! I am sick of being stamped and labeled and stamped again.
Don’t you dare stamp on me, mister. Stomp? No…Stamp.
By Luke A on 12.13.2010
Ian stamps his feet and flails his little fists in the air, his face red and straining as he screams at his mother. “It’s not fair,” he wails. “It’s not, not, not! I want to see Santa today! Not next week!”
By crunchberries URL on 12.13.2010
when i think of stamps i think of people. the variety. the colors. and the copies.
By ashleigh waller on 12.13.2010
“Stamps are great,” he thought. He added one more to his collection. His collection was so full, half the time all he could think about were stamps. “Stamps, stamps, stamps.” Sometimes his wife asked but she always knew the answer. Stamps. So many stamps, but she loved him and his stamps.
By Grace on 12.13.2010
Stamps! Big stamps. Little stamps. I like them all. I usually like it b when they follow a theme. I like golden retrievers on stamps. I actually like golden retrivers everywhere. In the bed, on the sofa, in the yard. There should be a golden retriever on every stamp in every yard in the United States. Then I would make sure I had every stamp in the United States.
By Mary Madeline URL on 12.13.2010
Stamps remind me of postcards which i love. I love the idea of going somewhere special and memorable and then sending a postcard to the people you love and care about.
By Marie URL on 12.13.2010
I furiously searched for my stamps so I could just mail this heavy burden of a bill out of my life. Why was it so hard for me to remember to pay them on time?
By Tricia on 12.13.2010
The letters come and go. The memories come and go as well. They remind me of stories once told from places I wished I was or never wanted to go. I want to hear these stories because they remind me of a person who I once knew. I will write you a letter back. You will write me a letter back. We will place these stamps in the corner so it gets to you. So you can hear my life. So I can hear yours. So I can imagine being next to you.
By Megan on 12.13.2010
I was introduced to stamps at the chipper age of 4. I found myself always stealing them from my parents, in a sort of cleptomaniac manner. I would rub them over my face, then put them in an envelope and return them to my parents.
By Bill Jr URL on 12.13.2010
As she walked to the store you could see her as she stamps through the rain puddles, not caring that the mud was getting on her legs and skirt.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 12.13.2010
It wasn’t that I’d always wan’t to design postage stamps; it was my love affair with the postal service, the Pony Express and the ‘par avion’ stickers I’d see on letters from my dad when he was in the French army. He met my mom while on leave in England and she’d saved them all for me to read onceIi grew up.
By Mandikat Jones on 12.13.2010
I walked in to the post office and stuck the bill into the machine. It shoved it right back out. “Shit!” I muttered. I shoved the bill into the slot one more time and cursed again when it spat the money back at me. “I just need some goddamned stamps!” I cried to no one in particular.
By hana URL on 12.13.2010
Stamps are between a rock and a hard place. Stamps must be used to compensate and provide the budget for the US Postal Service, and as mail is used less and less, stamps must become more expensive to fund the infrastructure, thus making them less attractive as a method of correspondence.
By Bo on 12.13.2010
By matt on 12.13.2010
I used to collect stamps. In a large, leather-bound book that was falling apart. In the third grade, I used to stuff that book into my back-pack and haul it around, its corners became frayed and its binding began to fall apart. My grandfather saw me with my stamp-book and nonchalantly remarked that that was his father’s collection, that he had done the same thing to it when he was my age. In the 1950′s. The book was almost one hundred years old-an antique and I didn’t realize its monetary value until he told me that, until then it had just been something that I enjoyed to look at. Perhaps that is one pit-fall to avoid growing up. I managed to avoid becoming disillusioned with the book’s sentimental, personal value after hearing of its monetary value.
By Wyatt URL on 12.13.2010
stamps are used for mailing letters to loved ones, which are not commonly seen today because of the advances in technology. it’s kind of sad when you think about it- the loss of handwritten words from one heart to another, the loss of the sweetest form of tangible evidence that you love and are loved.
By jane on 12.13.2010
He put the stamp on the envelope and stepped back. Just another letter, another part of his lonely life. Would this sadness ever end? Would he ever get the courage to quit his job and move to Europe? Maybe he could be famous. A singer. An actor. He could be anything he wanted to be. Willpower was what he needed.
By Ally URL on 12.13.2010
jessie was extremely upset.but she realized that no matter how much she ‘stomps and stamps’ that she can not undo what can not be undone.she hunted across the ground for the few remaining scattered items.ah-ha!their casings glowed in the dark!
By The Fake Dann URL on 12.13.2010
Like a stamp on a letter, we’ll go places together, cause you take me somewhere I’ve never been before, up high where I can’t breathe, but the view is too beautiful to walk away from. I think I love you.
By Allison URL on 12.13.2010
Postage stamps,i wish i could see more of them. I never saw enough of them of letters adressed to me when i was a little girl which is why i use to chase the mailman,hoping maybe for once he might just give me a letter. Mailmen though must be very afriad of being accused of rape though because everytime they saw me coming they would get this look in their eyes, fear. Then i was too small to understand other peoples motives and feelings so i would charge carelessly towards the mailmen. Of course the mailmen always made a quick escape ,for their legs were much longer then mine for any hopes of capturing one for myself, and i would be left standing there, no stamps, no cards, no mail for me. It would be crazy to say that i still chase mailmen with a careless abandon, but then again would it really be so crazy after all? Why should i change?
By Zoë on 12.13.2010
Postage stamps. Faded.
They’re from the letters we used to send each other. Or rather, the letters you used to send me. I’ve kept every single one. But… I know with everything that I am: you haven’t given a second thought to any of mine.
By Little Shark URL on 12.13.2010
As I lick the stamps to adhere to the love letters I’ll never send you, I wonder why you ate all the cookies before you left me forever.
By ~g URL on 12.13.2010
He took one look at me and thinking my occupied look and eyes fixed on the latest collector’s edition meant that I was oblivious, he slowly snaked a hand across the table and stole the topmost stamp from my collection. I was not unaware as he soon learned from the swift kick of my leg with a crack into his kneecap. I turned the page without so much as a glance. He returned the stamp to the top of the pile with a smirk and a wince.
By Crista on 12.13.2010
I used to sell stamps at the World Class Big Y. I always asked people if they needed any. I dont really get stamps. Just get a cell phone. Unless you run out of minutes you’ll be fine, and you get more of them than u do in a book of stamps.
By Ashley URL on 12.13.2010
Send me anywhere
I’ll follow the trail you leave
Only a few words and I’ll believe
Make sure I’m safe–
Still sealed up tight.
Hope I won’t get lost in the night.
By Sara URL on 12.13.2010
My mother used to stamp everything. Cards, memos…
I finally got my own stamping kit when I was thirteen. It was for making picture words. I wouldn’t have to write ‘not’. Instead, it would show a picture of a rope tied in a knot.
It was more work to write those letters, but it was more fun to write. Definitely to read.
By Mallory URL on 12.13.2010
the stamps i stuck one by one, individual stamps on each envelope would define my fate. my letter going to him, would he read it? does he even want to hear from me? will he write me back? only my stamps will tell.
By renata URL on 12.13.2010
I love to lick stamps and post them on postcards from around the world for my mother when we go on vacation. I know i am not suppose to say that I like the taste of the glue on the back of the stamp, but I don’t care- even though my mother says I should.
By Stephanie Florent on 12.13.2010
i use these when i write letters and I want to send it. I know some people collect these but I never got into that. I like history and I know some are old and would be cool but I really dont think a stamp collection is worth the effort. Thats really all I can write about stamps.
By missy on 12.13.2010
The passport was finally full. Not one space left for a stamp, Jenna had been everywhere. Now what?
By kanoodle7 URL on 12.13.2010
childhood. stamps from minnesota. stamps of pandas. stamps from the 50s. stamps that my grandfather showed me. pages of archaic stamps, filled with nostalgia, teeming with memories. stamps that can recall the past and make it alive once again.
By Kim K URL on 12.13.2010
He stamps people with labels. Smart, pretty, uglier than a coo in heat (I don’t get it either, but he’s been stamped with “hick” by me already). He puts me in this box, this easy to cheat off of and cheat on and use up and slap out and feel up and snuff out. Then I realize I’m not any of those things and I hate him being in my life. So how to get him out?
By Andelia URL on 12.13.2010