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The hat, with the uniform, the boater. Striped blazer, grey trousers, relaxed stance. The hat had resin, so it was hard. With a band of the school’s colours.
By Bartok URL on 07.11.2011
He chewed on the straw in his mouth tipping his hat further down, trying to look cool. In reality, I though he just looked like a poser and a redneck. If he didn’t act like this, maybe he really would look intimidating to me. The muscles in his arm bulged.
By Elly URL on 07.11.2011
he stood tall and erect in the field, lonely but noble, and infinitely proud.
the birds avoided him, but that was fine. he was good at his job.
By mary kate URL on 07.11.2011
straw is like a straw berry, i think… i like it.. Do you??
because i do, and i love it. the color and everything.. :D
It tastes so great , sweet and nice…. with chochole i love it.
By agusta URL on 07.11.2011
as she laid herself down upon the status straw she hoped that she would live.
By The Fake Dann URL on 07.11.2011
You pick the saw from my hair and call me beautiful, Why dos this have to be my last memory of you. I miss you. i want you home with me. I want you to hold me during the storms and tell me we’re not going to die. I ache for your touch, my love.
By Mell URL on 07.11.2011
I love milkshakes, especially strawberry ones. They just make me happy. My friend likes them too, only he prefers vanilla. I really like the band, Band of Horses, they’re amazing.
By Bobbi on 07.11.2011
Her unruly mop of hair, the colour of wet straw, hid her eyes and served as a curtain between her and what she chose not to see.
By Jeanie URL on 07.11.2011
Say you today from that restaurant window, drinking my favorite tea with a straw I thought about all the things I haven’t told you since that last day… Should I talk to you? I dont know if i should but i will.
By Keila URL on 07.11.2011
the colour of your hair. or in memory. i told myself it was darker, but the image sticks. you, with hair like my sister’s not yours, smiling. beckoning me on. and how was i to know you were beckoning me to the traps of memory?
By Jez Owen on 07.11.2011
My favorite is the curly kind. The kind you always want as a kid but get stuck with the old generic bendy straw. At least that is my experience. Do they even make straws that don’t bend? I don’t know. I hate when there is something inside the straw. Like a piece of food or something. I’ve picked up the habit of looking through my straw and examining the sides before taking it for a dip in my drink. Sodas are better with straws. Milk is better because how else do you make a milk bubble with a straw?
By sami on 07.11.2011
The straw beneath my feet and over the rest of me was stiff and uncomfortable. I also couldn’t shake the thought that I would be thrown into a sneezing fit at any moment because like almost everything else I was allergic to straw. I held my breath knowing that the slightest sound would alert the men chasing me as to my whereabouts in the musty old hayloft. I prayed for silence, I prayed for they wouldn’t look up. I prayed to escape and see my little sister once again…
By Bret on 07.11.2011
I remember that old diner, the one right next to the library. We would go after school, telling our parents we were studying, but always sneak over to that diner. It was the diner where I had my first milkshake, first real cheeseburger, first friendship, first date, first kiss, first love. It was a part of my heart, a part of me. I loved that diner, from the cracked red booth seats, to the old Pacman machine in the back that didn’t work unless you put in an extra quarter and kicked the right bottom corner. I missed the diner when I went to college, far away from my hometown. And when I returned after my first semester, I took one look at that diner and smiled, remembering all those forgotten memories. Now, I stand in front of the lot, still smiling, still remembering, but I can’t open the door anymore. I can’t sit down in one of the booths and tell Silvia with the orange hair that I want my usual. I can’t walk back to the back of the diner and put my last two quarters into that Pacman machine. All because some crazy relative that inherited my beloved diner, decided it wasn’t worth it any more. As I walk down the sidewalk toward the library, I feel a sudden urge to wave at my old friend, the diner.
By Abby URL on 07.11.2011
I have metal straws form 7-11….it’s their birthday today so they’re giving away free slurpees XD. I went in there the first time and was bummed out because they were like in smaller than small cups, so I come back 5 minutes later with a tape mustache, aviator shades, and a krispy creme hat….Rahim, the cashier, didn’t notice and I got another free slurpee. YEAH! I steal free stuff…just kidding.
By Terra URL on 07.11.2011
That’s the last straw. I can’t take on one more chore, appointment, email, phone call or anything until I get organized for tomorrow’s all day meeting. I have to back off from all these distractions and get down to what I need to focus on. Wish me luck!
By Carol Bailey Floyd URL on 07.11.2011
just when you think you are at your last straw, remember that God said he will never bring you to what He can’t put you through. So stay strong keep your head up and remember there is no last straw.
By danielle on 07.11.2011
The first thing I thought of was a straw hat. My sister doesn’t like drinking with straws because she claims that it will give you wrinkles around your mouth. I think she is crazy to think that, but I still love her. And who knows, maybe its true, and when I’m old I will have wrinkles around my mouth and she won’t.
By Lydia on 07.11.2011
To be honest my life is quite boring actually. There ain’t nothing fancy or anything. It’s very simple. I simply get raped by fluids every day, all day. And when more than one person takes an advantage of me without testing me first, they might get a disease a previous user had. I mostly work at bars and such but you can find me anywhere where drinks are near. It’s not easy being a straw, you know. So don’t judge
By Hanna-Kristel on 07.11.2011
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By Anonymous on 07.11.2011
Like colored tube slides, their amusing form is, for me an almost psychedelic experience.
By Allison on 07.11.2011
The wrapper went over my shoulder and hit the elderly lady right between her glasses and her eye, where it stuck. You looked at me as though I could somehow help you out of this predicament. I would have been smug, but was too busy trying to keep diet coke from coming out of my nose.
By emmystrange URL on 07.11.2011
the hat spun around on the scarecrow’s head as he laughed and he laughed and he laughed and said i’ll dance around the cornfield if you look the other way and i’ll jog around the corner while you go off and play but if you stick around and my dance you then saw i would have to turn you also into a person made of straw!
By oliver danni on 07.11.2011
a large slurpee is free today at 7-11! I love slurpees’
By Yevoh on 07.11.2011
Calista put her mouth on the straw of her orange juice. She was proud that her mother had finally decided to let her drink out of an open cup. The little girl blew into the straw as hard as she could. The orange juice bubbled and sprayed all over.
By Calla URL on 07.11.2011
I was watching the Wizard of Oz yesterday. It has always been one of my favourite movies for as long as I can remember, especially when I was a little girl. My favourite was the straw man.
By Sarah URL on 07.11.2011
Hay, golden dry sticki, field openess sky flat plains wide open, wind, wild horses, speed, determination, nothing else…
By Alexandra on 07.11.2011
straws are what we use to drink from, this site seems pointless put i have to wtite some stuff about straws for sixty seconds for an unknown reason, straws rule the world without them we would all be meaningless and empty.
By isaac johnson on 07.11.2011
I love Straws, Straws Are so amazing! I Can see myself now just drinking from a straw ! I love all kinds of beverages to drink from a straw! In matter of fact I just drank a Beverage from a straw Not too long ago!.
By chaliya on 07.11.2011
st. raw ….. the vulnerable of all the SAINTS
By Gina URL on 07.11.2011
i drink my soda from a straw because i read in Cosmo that drinking without a straw can mess up your teeth. but later i read in Cosmo that drinking with a straw gives you wrinkles around your mouth. so now i’m afraid to drink soda. maybe it’s better for me, but i don’t think that’s a very good reason. what else shouldn’t i be doing?
By libby swanger on 07.11.2011
The straw was striped blue. I dipped it into the glass and began to sip the thick liquid. I couldn’t believe what i had done today. But what was most astonishing was the fact that, here i was, drinking a milk shake, acting like i hadn’t contributed to the murder of my best friend.
By rachel URL on 07.11.2011
His hair was like straw in the warm afternoon sun. It stuck up in random places, prickly and bright. He was the most adorable little boy I’d ever laid eyes, and he was mine. After so many years of trying and finally he was born. I didn’t care if his hair was like straw.
By Shnlynne URL on 07.11.2011
I was planning some vacation with my friends, and we had agreed upon going on a trip to the beach. Nobody wanted to pay the tickets, so we chose with the shortest straw. I got it, and sent everyone to the cinema. I’m tanning, you should see my skin.
By Mony URL on 07.11.2011
That long thin flimsy-looking piece of plastic slipping into your mouth, through those delicate lips of yours that are coated in cherry-flavoured beauty.
By Cara_Giulia URL on 07.11.2011
she stood in the field, staring at the just done job. Her hands were hurt , but that’s okay.
By Luigi Santos URL on 07.11.2011
Plastic strawberries, big and red. They are what you can find around here. Plastic strawberries from the mass produced section of the grocery store. What chemicals do you store? What do truly delicious fresh, juicy, non chemical home grown strawberries taste like? I remember picking some when I was very little. Small and sweet. From someones garden. Not our families garden. I sit here watching my nieces and nephew eat plastic strawberries and just know they are missing out on something. Wish I could provide whatever that missing something is. But I’m uneducated and lazy. Maybe they will plant a garden one day. One of their very own. With healthy fruits and vegetables. I am thankful however that they love these plastic strawberries. I glad to have them too! :)
By SnowflakeMSU URL on 07.11.2011
the cat was a straw colored monster with six toes on each paw and only one ear and one eye. He had a left ear, and a right eye. These were only minor setbacks however, as he still ruled the city streets and back alleys, still evaded the animal catchers at every turn.
By Ama Marie URL on 07.11.2011
wood pin thick strawberry thin dunno teeth
By Laura on 07.11.2011
I sat on the ground and leaned my back against the Crazy Straws display. I dropped my price gun in between my knees and kicked it away, as if kicking every choice I had every made far away. Choosing
By Lily URL on 07.11.2011