Antlers are a trophy for many hunters. They kill animals to look at antlers. Antlers also make good coat racks but no one kills for a coat rack. Rack is another word for boobs.
David C
They had it in the bar,
They had it on the front of a car,
They sometime used it to spare,
Those crazy deers with antlers,
all the things they would do with their humans….
um antlers are the hardest part of a deer or other simlar animals that have antlers. it is dangerous if it hurts you because it can cause internal bleeding. LOL i have no idea. im making this up.
DaJanica Resch
The horn like things on the top of an animal. They are found on such animals as deer. They vary in size, shape and color. Some animals hook their antlers together as a way of fighting.
Christelle
peace and calm, old times, lost legends, the peace and serenity of the woods, gone and lost, a loss of old, streangh is strong, a spirit of old kept in masks
Brett Guidroz
There they were. His first set of antlers have started to grow upon his head. The little white bulbs covered in fuzzies gave him a subtle sense of vanity because he knew–for sure, that he is growing up.
Antlers are cool. I want a pair for my own. The only downside to them is that you cant get into cars properly but i would happily sacrifice that for antlers. They are amazing. I love antlers. I dont know what to say. Antlers looks sexy on everyone!
The antlers where just poking up from the shrub. I stepped closer hoping this graceful creature would not be startled. It seemed ironic the a beast that was so much grander than ,me could be frightened away from a the mere snap of a twig.
shushu
The deer’s antlers are big and white and apparently if you eat them you become young, lusty and virile (Oh yeah, I learned something from Footrot Flats) but it doesn’t work. They are like horns and they are prized by hunters and this is a really hard prompt i want a better one.
AbandoningReality
The deer careened in front of the car, antlers swaying as its legs pushed forward. All I could hear was screaming, screaming, screaming as my mother lost her mind next to me. I had been told they could figure out where to go, if you just stayed straight. So I did.
Abby
a deer can have large long antlers that show its strength power and ability to assert itself when needed to.
Vanessa
The elk moved through the woods. Behind it the rest of the herd lay sleeping. Which way dud the sound come from it wondered? He twists his ears left and right searching for the sounds’ source.
tracy
the antler of the deer was of immense size. it was amazing. i loved its width, and the rich color brown it was. it was beautiful. the deer was so majectic because of it. it was awesome.
sarah
when i first read the word i had an idea of what its meaning was, but i wanted to make sure so once again a googled it. i really dont know what to say about antlers.. i just have curiosity to tuch them and what would it feel yo have antlers
andrea
i picked up my friend last night and we were driving. she pointed out a deer to me and i didn’t see it. what if i had hit it? it would have resulted in a nightmare i once had. in the dream i hit a deer but it doesn’t die but insteadcomes to the window and hits me
danny sherry
i really don’t what antlers is but nevertheless it’s good to give a try and write something that makes sense . i feel strange feeling seeing this word.
the girl yelled, ‘I know deers have antlers.’ She shifted uncomfortably, embarassed she ran out the doors. Her cheeks turning bright red, she ducked into the restroom. As she settled into the bathroom stall she smiled. he had been staring at her the whole time.
Antlers make me think of reindeer. And rudolph, and how my parents lied to me about Santa. Why lie? Why not tell the truth? I felt so stupid. I read somewhere that only female reindeer have antlers. Probably feminist propaganda. Who really cares anyways? They aren’t real. Nothing is real. Fantasy is false hope.
Me
I dreamed antlers sprang from my head and I sat alone on a bench because the others no longer understood me. On my antlers the snow rested and a little bird rested there for a moment. It was you and while I began to ask about your day, to try and show you love and warmth, you fluttered away and took my heart with.
The deer loped across the yard, it’s antlers draping over it’s proud back. Even the dog’s barking couldn’t scare that king away.
Tracy LaBonville
Antlers are beautiful. You don’t really think about it until you see that buck in the middle of the forest, his antlers atop his head, in all their glory and awe. His chest strutting as if he is the king of the forest…
Jenna
fuck you antlers. i already told my story.
elsa
The deer head was sitting on the desk, staring at me when I walked into the class room. It’s one of those strange moments, when you see something, and do a double take, y’know? When you think that something is there, and really it isn’t.
Like, how I thought there was a spark of life in glass eyes that were watching me when I came in.
It’s supposed to be a haunted classroom, after all, and I thought maybe it was the spirit of a deer pissed off that its head had been chopped off its body. But maybe that’s all stories, and the deer’s head was new; some old ghost like an ancient boa constrictor haunting the place instead.
Writing again about antlers so I can see what my friend wrote before me. People who use this webpage are gonna end up hating us. But it’s great. It’s your fault because you didn’t put a new word on time. Sorry. Keep reading. Even though it’s almost over.
Gerardo
they creak like wood, like small, jagged trees, bare of leaves growing on your crown… when you want to hide you only have to turn your face down.
the beautiful deer in my backyard are preparing to receive there amazingly large luscious antlers, hopefully by boyfriends dad doesn’t kill them off for eating from his garden before this happens.
jai
Antlers. That was ran through his mind in big bold letters as he stared at the great beast in front of him. If you took those away, it would be a very beautiful beast – a calming sight, something you’d probably take to as a kid instantly. More importantly something your parents would let you take to instantly.
But no, they sat on its head like twisted trees of pain, branching out into aggressive, sharp edges that said “Hey man, I’m a nice enough creature, but don’t go screwing around with me alright?”
The antlers lacked perfection; each one unique with a different amount of points and uneven spacing. She traced her fingers along each one, pausing at the sharp tip. And to think this was once a living thing, now forced to decorate the walls of this room. Previously it ran freely through fields and meadows and woods, but now it was forced to confinement. Realizing this, she ran. Confinement was the last thing she wanted; she secretly thanked each point of those antlers.
thats really odd. i don think i’ve ever felt an antler. when i think of them i think of rudoplh ahhh how do you spell that? anyways, i think it would be cool to possess antlers and i would like to feel them one day. that will go on my bucket list.
Dan
antlers on a deer. like the ones that lurk in the forest. like opportunities. hiding, always dodging some form of distraction or danger, but when appreciated and left to be acknowledged, they can grow and run and frolic in beauty
Sierra
When I was very young, we used to go to this Christmas gift shop yearly. It was a place I couldn’t wait to get to, and then we’d get there and inevitably end up fighting about something stupid, the way my dress was making my skin itch or why I couldn’t have ice cream when it was 20 degrees outside, and one time because i knocked over a wooden reindeer whose antlers were very sharp. I still have the scar on my elbow to prove it. But every year as I drive past that empty shop, i wish I could go inside.
I think that it is the strangest thing that people choose to put antlers on their wall. Just because it’s a part of an animal that doesn’t rot after you kill them does’t mean it is an acceptable ornament
rachel
deer.
they run free. no worries. well some. we all have them. even the people/ things that dont seem like they do…
not trying to seem like some hipster or anything. blah.
but just one minute with no worries would be amazing.
Taylor
Beautiful protection. Painfully mystical, hopelessly beautiful. Prizes for some protection for others, how would you feel if some one ripped your limbs out and hung them on a wall?
hiphotographer
whaaat???? i don’t know what to say about them!! Antlers…. ants??? huh? Don’t know! need a dictionary. i’m a spanish native speaker!
Alexia Joubert
Dominance and pride, something we’d like to have.
To protect and to intimidate.
She stared at the beast, transfixed. Its antlers rose into the night, seeming like the branches of the bare, snowy trees overhead. She flexed her hand, and he dashed off into the night, disappearing in the cold December air.
Antlers are a trophy for many hunters. They kill animals to look at antlers. Antlers also make good coat racks but no one kills for a coat rack. Rack is another word for boobs.
They had it in the bar,
They had it on the front of a car,
They sometime used it to spare,
Those crazy deers with antlers,
all the things they would do with their humans….
um antlers are the hardest part of a deer or other simlar animals that have antlers. it is dangerous if it hurts you because it can cause internal bleeding. LOL i have no idea. im making this up.
The horn like things on the top of an animal. They are found on such animals as deer. They vary in size, shape and color. Some animals hook their antlers together as a way of fighting.
peace and calm, old times, lost legends, the peace and serenity of the woods, gone and lost, a loss of old, streangh is strong, a spirit of old kept in masks
There they were. His first set of antlers have started to grow upon his head. The little white bulbs covered in fuzzies gave him a subtle sense of vanity because he knew–for sure, that he is growing up.
Antlers are cool. I want a pair for my own. The only downside to them is that you cant get into cars properly but i would happily sacrifice that for antlers. They are amazing. I love antlers. I dont know what to say. Antlers looks sexy on everyone!
The antlers where just poking up from the shrub. I stepped closer hoping this graceful creature would not be startled. It seemed ironic the a beast that was so much grander than ,me could be frightened away from a the mere snap of a twig.
The deer’s antlers are big and white and apparently if you eat them you become young, lusty and virile (Oh yeah, I learned something from Footrot Flats) but it doesn’t work. They are like horns and they are prized by hunters and this is a really hard prompt i want a better one.
The deer careened in front of the car, antlers swaying as its legs pushed forward. All I could hear was screaming, screaming, screaming as my mother lost her mind next to me. I had been told they could figure out where to go, if you just stayed straight. So I did.
a deer can have large long antlers that show its strength power and ability to assert itself when needed to.
The elk moved through the woods. Behind it the rest of the herd lay sleeping. Which way dud the sound come from it wondered? He twists his ears left and right searching for the sounds’ source.
the antler of the deer was of immense size. it was amazing. i loved its width, and the rich color brown it was. it was beautiful. the deer was so majectic because of it. it was awesome.
when i first read the word i had an idea of what its meaning was, but i wanted to make sure so once again a googled it. i really dont know what to say about antlers.. i just have curiosity to tuch them and what would it feel yo have antlers
i picked up my friend last night and we were driving. she pointed out a deer to me and i didn’t see it. what if i had hit it? it would have resulted in a nightmare i once had. in the dream i hit a deer but it doesn’t die but insteadcomes to the window and hits me
i really don’t what antlers is but nevertheless it’s good to give a try and write something that makes sense . i feel strange feeling seeing this word.
the girl yelled, ‘I know deers have antlers.’ She shifted uncomfortably, embarassed she ran out the doors. Her cheeks turning bright red, she ducked into the restroom. As she settled into the bathroom stall she smiled. he had been staring at her the whole time.
Antlers make me think of reindeer. And rudolph, and how my parents lied to me about Santa. Why lie? Why not tell the truth? I felt so stupid. I read somewhere that only female reindeer have antlers. Probably feminist propaganda. Who really cares anyways? They aren’t real. Nothing is real. Fantasy is false hope.
I dreamed antlers sprang from my head and I sat alone on a bench because the others no longer understood me. On my antlers the snow rested and a little bird rested there for a moment. It was you and while I began to ask about your day, to try and show you love and warmth, you fluttered away and took my heart with.
The deer loped across the yard, it’s antlers draping over it’s proud back. Even the dog’s barking couldn’t scare that king away.
Antlers are beautiful. You don’t really think about it until you see that buck in the middle of the forest, his antlers atop his head, in all their glory and awe. His chest strutting as if he is the king of the forest…
fuck you antlers. i already told my story.
The deer head was sitting on the desk, staring at me when I walked into the class room. It’s one of those strange moments, when you see something, and do a double take, y’know? When you think that something is there, and really it isn’t.
Like, how I thought there was a spark of life in glass eyes that were watching me when I came in.
It’s supposed to be a haunted classroom, after all, and I thought maybe it was the spirit of a deer pissed off that its head had been chopped off its body. But maybe that’s all stories, and the deer’s head was new; some old ghost like an ancient boa constrictor haunting the place instead.
Writing again about antlers so I can see what my friend wrote before me. People who use this webpage are gonna end up hating us. But it’s great. It’s your fault because you didn’t put a new word on time. Sorry. Keep reading. Even though it’s almost over.
they creak like wood, like small, jagged trees, bare of leaves growing on your crown… when you want to hide you only have to turn your face down.
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Quickly you raise your right hand
tearing out my heart
with poisoned antlers at night
The antlers were strong
sturdy coat hangers that
we always relied on
and never realized that
they weren’t actually ours.
the beautiful deer in my backyard are preparing to receive there amazingly large luscious antlers, hopefully by boyfriends dad doesn’t kill them off for eating from his garden before this happens.
Antlers. That was ran through his mind in big bold letters as he stared at the great beast in front of him. If you took those away, it would be a very beautiful beast – a calming sight, something you’d probably take to as a kid instantly. More importantly something your parents would let you take to instantly.
But no, they sat on its head like twisted trees of pain, branching out into aggressive, sharp edges that said “Hey man, I’m a nice enough creature, but don’t go screwing around with me alright?”
The antlers lacked perfection; each one unique with a different amount of points and uneven spacing. She traced her fingers along each one, pausing at the sharp tip. And to think this was once a living thing, now forced to decorate the walls of this room. Previously it ran freely through fields and meadows and woods, but now it was forced to confinement. Realizing this, she ran. Confinement was the last thing she wanted; she secretly thanked each point of those antlers.
thats really odd. i don think i’ve ever felt an antler. when i think of them i think of rudoplh ahhh how do you spell that? anyways, i think it would be cool to possess antlers and i would like to feel them one day. that will go on my bucket list.
antlers on a deer. like the ones that lurk in the forest. like opportunities. hiding, always dodging some form of distraction or danger, but when appreciated and left to be acknowledged, they can grow and run and frolic in beauty
When I was very young, we used to go to this Christmas gift shop yearly. It was a place I couldn’t wait to get to, and then we’d get there and inevitably end up fighting about something stupid, the way my dress was making my skin itch or why I couldn’t have ice cream when it was 20 degrees outside, and one time because i knocked over a wooden reindeer whose antlers were very sharp. I still have the scar on my elbow to prove it. But every year as I drive past that empty shop, i wish I could go inside.
I think that it is the strangest thing that people choose to put antlers on their wall. Just because it’s a part of an animal that doesn’t rot after you kill them does’t mean it is an acceptable ornament
deer.
they run free. no worries. well some. we all have them. even the people/ things that dont seem like they do…
not trying to seem like some hipster or anything. blah.
but just one minute with no worries would be amazing.
Beautiful protection. Painfully mystical, hopelessly beautiful. Prizes for some protection for others, how would you feel if some one ripped your limbs out and hung them on a wall?
whaaat???? i don’t know what to say about them!! Antlers…. ants??? huh? Don’t know! need a dictionary. i’m a spanish native speaker!
Dominance and pride, something we’d like to have.
To protect and to intimidate.
Power is in those weapons.
Use it wisely.
She stared at the beast, transfixed. Its antlers rose into the night, seeming like the branches of the bare, snowy trees overhead. She flexed her hand, and he dashed off into the night, disappearing in the cold December air.