Finally got the tickets. Been waiting so long for them. Now we’re walking in the auditorium, the rumble, buzz, and hum of the crowd anticipating the music. Walking up front, just 3 rows back, center stage. Better find my ear plugs before it starts.
when I think of a ticket I think of a car flying down a street without a cop in sight, yet half a mile down the street, you pull into a Pilot for blue and red lights are flashing behind you. I think of movies and the old orange rip off tickets people used to use back in the ‘old days’.
from carnivals, to the moon, to freedom. the next one i buy will be the ticket that will change my life. that will be the ticket to what i have been anticipating my whole life. to independence and to solitude and to adventure.
“Theater 7 on the left. Please enjoy your movie.”
“Theater 15 on the right. Please enjoy your movie.”
“Theater 11 on the right. Have a great time at the show.”
“Theater 1 on the left. Enjoy the film.”
“Sam, I never want to see another damn movie ticket in my life.”
a ticket was given to me today. i didnt know what i did wrong, but apparantly the officer- the very hot and distracting uniformed officer- thought otherwise.
perhaps arguing. batting an eyelash, taking my shirt off whouldve helped. perhaps not.
She bought a ticket. Where it would lead no-one, least of all herself, knew. It was the beginning of the exciting new chapter in her life. She wondered if she would miss the children but decided they were probably better off with their father.
Hattie. Hattie is someone my father knew when I was very young. Younger than five. She worked as a coat checker at some high scale place. I’ll need to ask my dad where. I remember going to visit her and sitting at the window taking the red tickets. She lived near a museum, so our visits to her included her apartment, some very very long white steps, a visit to the museum, and sometimes swinging by her work to visit her at the coat check.
She was very nice, and had white white hair…. dad said she was ancient ;)
I heard her name mentioned later in a monologue (first and last name) and I wondered how many people there could be with her name? The monologuist had lived in the same city and they could have known each other. I’m so curious about that now, but they’re both long gone. I wonder if they knew each other.
Ticket in hand, Michael turned and headed for the rest of his life. Though unaware of their proximity, as he passed the ticket counter and baggage carousal, his future in-laws were up to their old spying and prying tricks.
“Dammit.”
Nate rolled down his window as Fiona approached his car. Thank god, a cop he knew…
“Well hello, Mrs. Officer–”
“Save it, Smith. You were driving 60 in a 30 mph zone! What makes you think I can let you off for that?”
She scribbled on the piece of paper, handed it to him and that was that. As she walked away he heard her mutter, “Same old idiot..”
He slumped down in his seat and wished he’d never broken up with her.
Ticket. It would be nice to have a ticket for things that are not sold. Such as a ticket to love, happiness, joy, friendship… Even a pass. Like something you could present to someone to get you out of a terrible day…
a ticket is a object used to get things like for example a lottery ticket is used to go to lotterys and another example is a movie ticket you can use it to go inside the movie threater
to paradise there was a ticket to paradise but I missed that train and now I am alone in this rainbowless place without you. You are off somewhere sunny and tropical and I am a small cartoonish figure sitting on a tree swing as the clouds gather darkly above me. I don’t know what to do now. You were my sense of direction, guidance, purpose. Now I’m just a cartoon, not a real person.
Haha I feel like every time I am with my best friend we always talk about the times when she has gotten a ticket, or the times I talked her out of a few. I think it is hilarious how she freaks out every time when she sees a cop.
a victim of a ticket
a ticket to the grave
tried to scalp all he could
but could never be saved
prayed and prayed and prayed
but was just played played played
poor old dave took that ticket
to his grave.
“TICKETS! TICKETS PLEASE! …Sir, your ticket please..”
and so he advanced through the carriage, standing tall and proud.
“Such posture” thought Aunt Vera….”What a fine figure of a man”, she whispered to her sister, who chuckled to herself, avoiding eye contact with me and my sisters.
she’s got a ticket to ride and she dont care
its been a hard days night and ive been working like a dog
its been a hard days night i should be sleeping like a log
but whey i get to you the only things that you do
What is the price of the ticket? I read the book, but I am still not sure I grasped the whole concept. I do know that the price of the ticket in my life is expensive. I am not wholly sure that I have enough currency to afford the ticket, or the show for that matter.
Jensen opened his eyes haltingly. The last time he remembered doing this he round himself staring at a naked woman humming as she stirred stew in a kettle over an open fireplace. As his eyes flickered open, the first thing that he saw was a ticket dangling from a ring screwed into the bed frame. The ticket had a name scrawled onto it, JENSEN.
ticket to the movies are more fun when i have friends to go go with. preferably more than like one person. i need t have a lot of people.. oh i could get a ticket to see 2ne1 that’d be great.hm this thing is fast
I’m driving fast. Too fast. I look in my review mirror and see the flashing lights. My heart drops into my stomach as I pull over. The officer walks up to my window and begins talking with me. Hes a nice guy. I get out of my first ticket.
tickets are one of a kind. it’s like getting a golden key, golden ticket, willy wonka style. getting a ticket is like opening a door. or sometimes its a reminder that something cool is about to come soon, like a trip to Disney world or a fun concert. GO TICKETS!!
I’ve got just one ticket. One ticket, just one ticket. And I need to go. I need to get away. I won’t bring you with me, because you wouldn’t understand. It’s a one-way thing, and you wouldn’t make it. But I need to go, because I can take it. Just get me there.
She was so excited. She had the tickets in her hand. She knew he would love it. Love HER for it. She had saved for months just to get these two front row tickets to his favorite band. She knocked on the door. “Hello?” said the stick thin blonde who answered the door. She couldn’t speak. She knew who this was. She knew what had happened. He had cheated…again. She threw the tickets at the door. “Tell him we’re done and p.s he’s a cheater, honey. You better run”. She turned and left. Plastering on her mask of happiness. He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No way in Hell!
The show is going to be the best thing I have seen all week. I’m rummaging through every drawer in my apartment to find my ticket. I have NOT misplaced it. My eyes just can’t seem to look in the right direction.
She opened the envelope with trembling hands.
“There are two railway tickets in there,” he said nervously, his eyes going from the envelope to her face and back again in nervous expectancy. “They are for you, to come with me…”
Still she would not look up or reply.
“If… you… would wish it.” he ended quickly, clutching his hat tightly between his hands.
She could have been knocked down with a feather. Never had she in her wildest dreams thought that he could actually have feelings for her! And now she had to choose. Here, presented before her, was a way to escape her horrid life. Here was a person who thought of her as more than a simple governess. Here was someone that truly cared for her.
She closed the envelope and finally raised her eyes to meet his.
i wrote a ticket for you to enter when you please
it won’t expire
and it can not be released;
it’s yours to keep.
you can always get in
as long as you have it
and it has your name and info
so, you can’t get around it
i give it to you that easy
full admission
you won’t ever be charged again
and this is just the beginning
there are tons of rides, endless meals
and much to be delighted for
and if you chose to make it more
you can have it anyway you most adore
She only had one ticket to the circus, but that was alright. She hated the noise, the lights, the sweet smell of cotton candy. She’d give her ticket away. Maybe she’d give it to the Walmart Greeter.
the ticket lay in her hands. She looked onto the track, wondering when it was she would escape. With a quick look behind her, she willed the train to come. Soon, she would get away. Soon, she would be free.Soon she would forget the person who lurked around the corner, looking at her escape for freedom
Next! Take a number, wait in line, just like everyone else. Once you’re done, it’s disposed of. Could be a memory, but really, how often does that happen? You need to pay for it generally. Really? Why?
If you want to get away, you set your feet loose, and follow where they take you. To the train station, down the subway tunnel, on the left side of the tracks, pressed against the wall. Out in a rainstorm with the world crashing around you. Underwater, when you can’t feel anything because the water is so damn cold. Into the atmosphere, where anything is possible.
i need a tickett
to go to the place
where people will meet
and i bet i’ll see your face
waiting for me
sitting on that bench
like we said we would in middle school
almost thought it was a bet
and there you’ll be
looking waiting
waiting on me
Finally got the tickets. Been waiting so long for them. Now we’re walking in the auditorium, the rumble, buzz, and hum of the crowd anticipating the music. Walking up front, just 3 rows back, center stage. Better find my ear plugs before it starts.
when I think of a ticket I think of a car flying down a street without a cop in sight, yet half a mile down the street, you pull into a Pilot for blue and red lights are flashing behind you. I think of movies and the old orange rip off tickets people used to use back in the ‘old days’.
from carnivals, to the moon, to freedom. the next one i buy will be the ticket that will change my life. that will be the ticket to what i have been anticipating my whole life. to independence and to solitude and to adventure.
one way ticket
ticket to no where
I’ve got the golden ticket
tickets are generally too expensive
“Theater 7 on the left. Please enjoy your movie.”
“Theater 15 on the right. Please enjoy your movie.”
“Theater 11 on the right. Have a great time at the show.”
“Theater 1 on the left. Enjoy the film.”
“Sam, I never want to see another damn movie ticket in my life.”
a ticket was given to me today. i didnt know what i did wrong, but apparantly the officer- the very hot and distracting uniformed officer- thought otherwise.
perhaps arguing. batting an eyelash, taking my shirt off whouldve helped. perhaps not.
we’ll see what happends in court.
She bought a ticket. Where it would lead no-one, least of all herself, knew. It was the beginning of the exciting new chapter in her life. She wondered if she would miss the children but decided they were probably better off with their father.
Since 1st January 2011, a subway ticket from berlin costs 20 Eurocents more than before, and so costs € 2, 30 !
ticket
Golden ticket
ticket to platform 9 3/4
Hattie. Hattie is someone my father knew when I was very young. Younger than five. She worked as a coat checker at some high scale place. I’ll need to ask my dad where. I remember going to visit her and sitting at the window taking the red tickets. She lived near a museum, so our visits to her included her apartment, some very very long white steps, a visit to the museum, and sometimes swinging by her work to visit her at the coat check.
She was very nice, and had white white hair…. dad said she was ancient ;)
I heard her name mentioned later in a monologue (first and last name) and I wondered how many people there could be with her name? The monologuist had lived in the same city and they could have known each other. I’m so curious about that now, but they’re both long gone. I wonder if they knew each other.
Ticket in hand, Michael turned and headed for the rest of his life. Though unaware of their proximity, as he passed the ticket counter and baggage carousal, his future in-laws were up to their old spying and prying tricks.
“Dammit.”
Nate rolled down his window as Fiona approached his car. Thank god, a cop he knew…
“Well hello, Mrs. Officer–”
“Save it, Smith. You were driving 60 in a 30 mph zone! What makes you think I can let you off for that?”
She scribbled on the piece of paper, handed it to him and that was that. As she walked away he heard her mutter, “Same old idiot..”
He slumped down in his seat and wished he’d never broken up with her.
Ticket. It would be nice to have a ticket for things that are not sold. Such as a ticket to love, happiness, joy, friendship… Even a pass. Like something you could present to someone to get you out of a terrible day…
a ticket is a object used to get things like for example a lottery ticket is used to go to lotterys and another example is a movie ticket you can use it to go inside the movie threater
to paradise there was a ticket to paradise but I missed that train and now I am alone in this rainbowless place without you. You are off somewhere sunny and tropical and I am a small cartoonish figure sitting on a tree swing as the clouds gather darkly above me. I don’t know what to do now. You were my sense of direction, guidance, purpose. Now I’m just a cartoon, not a real person.
Haha I feel like every time I am with my best friend we always talk about the times when she has gotten a ticket, or the times I talked her out of a few. I think it is hilarious how she freaks out every time when she sees a cop.
a victim of a ticket
a ticket to the grave
tried to scalp all he could
but could never be saved
prayed and prayed and prayed
but was just played played played
poor old dave took that ticket
to his grave.
“TICKETS! TICKETS PLEASE! …Sir, your ticket please..”
and so he advanced through the carriage, standing tall and proud.
“Such posture” thought Aunt Vera….”What a fine figure of a man”, she whispered to her sister, who chuckled to herself, avoiding eye contact with me and my sisters.
I save my tickets to shows, each one is a memory.
Times I spent with family, seeing and listening to the what I love
she’s got a ticket to ride and she dont care
its been a hard days night and ive been working like a dog
its been a hard days night i should be sleeping like a log
but whey i get to you the only things that you do
i am showing my age LIL
What is the price of the ticket? I read the book, but I am still not sure I grasped the whole concept. I do know that the price of the ticket in my life is expensive. I am not wholly sure that I have enough currency to afford the ticket, or the show for that matter.
Jensen opened his eyes haltingly. The last time he remembered doing this he round himself staring at a naked woman humming as she stirred stew in a kettle over an open fireplace. As his eyes flickered open, the first thing that he saw was a ticket dangling from a ring screwed into the bed frame. The ticket had a name scrawled onto it, JENSEN.
i couldnt type anything
i couldnt type anything
ticket to the movies are more fun when i have friends to go go with. preferably more than like one person. i need t have a lot of people.. oh i could get a ticket to see 2ne1 that’d be great.hm this thing is fast
it annoys me when i lost one, i hate losing ticket to may favorite concert………….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ticket is the most importnat thing for any access control.
this can have very obstract meaning
when i see ticket i remember movie ticket\
I’m driving fast. Too fast. I look in my review mirror and see the flashing lights. My heart drops into my stomach as I pull over. The officer walks up to my window and begins talking with me. Hes a nice guy. I get out of my first ticket.
tickets are one of a kind. it’s like getting a golden key, golden ticket, willy wonka style. getting a ticket is like opening a door. or sometimes its a reminder that something cool is about to come soon, like a trip to Disney world or a fun concert. GO TICKETS!!
bus, aeroplane, way to a different, place freedom.
I’ve got just one ticket. One ticket, just one ticket. And I need to go. I need to get away. I won’t bring you with me, because you wouldn’t understand. It’s a one-way thing, and you wouldn’t make it. But I need to go, because I can take it. Just get me there.
She was so excited. She had the tickets in her hand. She knew he would love it. Love HER for it. She had saved for months just to get these two front row tickets to his favorite band. She knocked on the door. “Hello?” said the stick thin blonde who answered the door. She couldn’t speak. She knew who this was. She knew what had happened. He had cheated…again. She threw the tickets at the door. “Tell him we’re done and p.s he’s a cheater, honey. You better run”. She turned and left. Plastering on her mask of happiness. He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No way in Hell!
The show is going to be the best thing I have seen all week. I’m rummaging through every drawer in my apartment to find my ticket. I have NOT misplaced it. My eyes just can’t seem to look in the right direction.
She opened the envelope with trembling hands.
“There are two railway tickets in there,” he said nervously, his eyes going from the envelope to her face and back again in nervous expectancy. “They are for you, to come with me…”
Still she would not look up or reply.
“If… you… would wish it.” he ended quickly, clutching his hat tightly between his hands.
She could have been knocked down with a feather. Never had she in her wildest dreams thought that he could actually have feelings for her! And now she had to choose. Here, presented before her, was a way to escape her horrid life. Here was a person who thought of her as more than a simple governess. Here was someone that truly cared for her.
She closed the envelope and finally raised her eyes to meet his.
i wrote a ticket for you to enter when you please
it won’t expire
and it can not be released;
it’s yours to keep.
you can always get in
as long as you have it
and it has your name and info
so, you can’t get around it
i give it to you that easy
full admission
you won’t ever be charged again
and this is just the beginning
there are tons of rides, endless meals
and much to be delighted for
and if you chose to make it more
you can have it anyway you most adore
© LL
She only had one ticket to the circus, but that was alright. She hated the noise, the lights, the sweet smell of cotton candy. She’d give her ticket away. Maybe she’d give it to the Walmart Greeter.
the ticket lay in her hands. She looked onto the track, wondering when it was she would escape. With a quick look behind her, she willed the train to come. Soon, she would get away. Soon, she would be free.Soon she would forget the person who lurked around the corner, looking at her escape for freedom
Next! Take a number, wait in line, just like everyone else. Once you’re done, it’s disposed of. Could be a memory, but really, how often does that happen? You need to pay for it generally. Really? Why?
If you want to get away, you set your feet loose, and follow where they take you. To the train station, down the subway tunnel, on the left side of the tracks, pressed against the wall. Out in a rainstorm with the world crashing around you. Underwater, when you can’t feel anything because the water is so damn cold. Into the atmosphere, where anything is possible.
i need a tickett
to go to the place
where people will meet
and i bet i’ll see your face
waiting for me
sitting on that bench
like we said we would in middle school
almost thought it was a bet
and there you’ll be
looking waiting
waiting on me
You take the ticket from the machine, blurring the fresh, black ink and decisively move towards the opening train doors.