Falling blocks are the bane of any pixel based life form. How these objects coalesced into their current form is beyond the realm of current understanding. They make little sense to a being of the real world, the one that people so often try to escape.
J
Blocks are usually square. Nothing really important about them unless your house is made up of them. They are also used to describe distance in neighborhoods. They are also buliding blocks. Small childre use them to make towers and impress parents that don’t care bout them.
Summer
block of cinder fell down from the roof as a made my way through the burning ashes. smoke swriled all around me as a plunged through the massive piles of rubble. tripping on a broken chair i, grasped into the open air.
taylor Brown
The toddler grasped the blocks in her fat fingers, banging them together as though if she hit them hard enough, a prize would fall out. But somehow she managed to hit her fingers between the two onrushing blocks and screamed in protest.
nkw
I am having some writers blocks these days. I am on this website to try to break free of that. And then I get the word “blocks.” Hmmm. Is someone trying to tell me something?
boldmama
hahahahahahahahhahahahaa
Tom
I stacked the blocks one on top of the other. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was bored so I didn’t care. I felt like a toddler playing with alphabet blocks.
Robin
are made for building things that are big small and tall…they are the base of it all and the top of the thing…you cannot be a block because you are not one..this is what blocks are for the end………………………
alexis
She makes me smile.
jiggyboytheone
Blocks are a great way to help people step up to higher places. They are also good for babies and small children with the use of ‘abc’ blocks. everyone should invest in a great set of blocks at least once in their lifetime. I love blocks, and blocks love me. Go blocks.
Sean
When i was little, they were all I wanted to do. Blocks. Wooden rectangles, triangles and squares. Put the together and I was a regular Frank Lloyd Wright. I was going to be a builder. Nothing more desrcript that that, just a builder
matt meyers
Blocks, falling one by one from the sky. Different shapes, different colors, coming one right after the other. I try to stop them from piling up, flipping them in every direction I can think of. They come together nicely until the final piece, a horrible blue “z”. It’s an outcast; the other blocks won’t have anything to do with it. With the one little block, I’ve lost my chance at victory.
Becky
babies. babies sit on the carpet and play with blocks and build and break and drool on the very carpet they’re sitting on. their drool is full of venom. do they know that? they could be architects, all of them, true architects. they should be. architects make sense of the world, do you know that? they build hospitals, and they drool that comes from their mouth, it is not venomous.
scanlon
this reminds me of building blocks, like the ones we played with in elementary school. now, the word blocks makes me think of all of the mental blocks i seem to have that stop me from doing well in school, and with people, and in life. i need to find a way to break through all of the blocks that are standing in my way, so that i can achieve all the things i want to accomplish. they might be physical or mental, but i have to overcome.
sabrina
blocks. i never played with them much. i preferred legos. we used blocks to hot up the corner or the liquor cabinet when the floor got all funny. i don’t remember really. i used to try to build things, but they fell down too much. so i went back to legos.
Chelsea
The blocks were scattered across the floor. Under the sofa, under the coffee table. They were every where. Why did I always take the Johnson kids babysitting job? It always ended like this.
Sam
leggos bulidings things trees blue B bees big heavy light red clock annnd I dunno I cant think of anymore block is a block a clock block cock block sock talk know box
Deming
I would beg and plead for Legos as a child. My mom thought it was weird, a nine year old girl with hardly more on her mind than multi-colored bricks.
But I built my world out of Legos. One brick at a time, a place I could escape to when money was tight, when school was rough and when kids were mean.
I miss my Legos.
Ariel
I think blocks were a great way to get creative juices out of my system as a child. I always found it ironic though that my kindergarten teacher’s name was Mrs. Block. I thought I was hilarious with all my block jokes I would crack at that poor woman all day long.
Isben Owens
my building blocks are ruined.
you ground them under
your iron wrist,
your smooth fist.
break me baby,
crush these cells
until they’ve shaped themselves
the model you’ve always wanted.
rachel.
blocks……….i have no idea what to write…….
Colleen
legos,the foundation of childhood fun. everyday new buildings. colorful creations. space ships. pirate ships. castles. blocks blocks blocks.
nina marie
legos,the foundation of childhood fun. everyday new buildings. colorful creations. space ships. pirate ships. castles. blocks blocks blocks.
nina marie
i’ve been walking now for 10 blocks and I still can’t find the immigration office. I have 24 hours until my visa expires and then I will be deported. Where the heck is this so-called office. I see a signpost up ahead. It says:
linda goernig-hutcher
Blocks of cement surround the four guys … their hair shorn as though they had lice living on their scalps for the last twenty years … nowhere for them to run now so they lit one cigarette after another.
Willow Goodman
i’m living and dying in the same moment. blocks of time pass me by and i do nothing to savor any second. each second is like the last. all i need is to break up the blocks of time into smaller segments and enjoy each one rather than being overwhelmed by the magnitude of each situation.
shippedtosea
Gotta hate writer’s block.
Pretty sure that would be in my top ten things I would remove from the world and existence if given the chance.
Then again, some of our best writing comes from just looking.
Eric
The blocks dropped down from no where. They were everywhere. Falling from the sky like rain would. While it was extraordinary, it was quite frightening. What if one of the blocks hit my house? What if it hit one of my friends houses? What if someone died from getting hit with one of these huge blocks? There were so many possibilities.
Lexxy
There were blocks of ice that were pushed up against the side of the house. My brother had been working endlessly throughout the afternoon to earn his $1.50 an hour wage. I think he took my father’s request for “do something with this snow” a little too figuratively.
Gina
The city blocks once shined, but now they were like fractured glass.
Seran
O used to play lego when I was younger. I really enjoyed it. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often. I think I’m only happy when I’m making pool tables out of lego and stuff. Actually, this one time I made a hot tub. It was frickin sweet.
Amelia Peres
Fascination, construction of something only appreciable by those that understand it. Chemicals break down, blocks fall.
Bran
I loved playing with blocks as kids. You know those big plastic ones that stacked on top of one another, red, blue, green yellow. But now I sit here looking at you, looking at you staring at the blocks, unable to decide which one goes where, unable to decide which is right. Autism
Megan
I love lego, It’s the perfect venue for creativity, it was one of the favourite toys of my childhood, I hope to bring them into my daughters life as well.
Sasha
i watched as the blocked crashed onto the floor with a huge bang. the sound consumed me, though it wasn’t much at all. just a simple crash, and all it took was a hand, and slight effort on my part. and simply crash.
Amanda Kate
Megan watched as her one-year old son stacked cube after colorful cube on top of each other. He turned out okay, even if his horrible father had walked out as soon as he found out that she was pregnant. When he knocked over a tower of blocks, Megan bent over and picked one up.
Josh
Blocks are square
blocks are bases
blocks have many faces
blocks support
blocks are strong
blocks build houses
blocks are patterns
Avery Odom
The little boy giggled happily. With a smile on his face he shifted the little lettered blocks from place to place, building a wall and tower, creating his own castle. Then the blocks tumbled down as he towered over them, crashing them to the floor.
Valisory Beau Pre
child hood is calling. i think of the pretty colors. very primary. and sitting in this innocent play room. not knowing nothing about the world. i was so shy. not adventorous. goshh no that i wan even that into blocks but i still have this memory of my preschool and the feel
corinne
played with in kindergarten they are square and keep you in place sometimes something blocks you from going where you want to go. they come in all colors and you wear sun block in the summer.
Falling blocks are the bane of any pixel based life form. How these objects coalesced into their current form is beyond the realm of current understanding. They make little sense to a being of the real world, the one that people so often try to escape.
Blocks are usually square. Nothing really important about them unless your house is made up of them. They are also used to describe distance in neighborhoods. They are also buliding blocks. Small childre use them to make towers and impress parents that don’t care bout them.
block of cinder fell down from the roof as a made my way through the burning ashes. smoke swriled all around me as a plunged through the massive piles of rubble. tripping on a broken chair i, grasped into the open air.
The toddler grasped the blocks in her fat fingers, banging them together as though if she hit them hard enough, a prize would fall out. But somehow she managed to hit her fingers between the two onrushing blocks and screamed in protest.
I am having some writers blocks these days. I am on this website to try to break free of that. And then I get the word “blocks.” Hmmm. Is someone trying to tell me something?
hahahahahahahahhahahahaa
I stacked the blocks one on top of the other. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was bored so I didn’t care. I felt like a toddler playing with alphabet blocks.
are made for building things that are big small and tall…they are the base of it all and the top of the thing…you cannot be a block because you are not one..this is what blocks are for the end………………………
She makes me smile.
Blocks are a great way to help people step up to higher places. They are also good for babies and small children with the use of ‘abc’ blocks. everyone should invest in a great set of blocks at least once in their lifetime. I love blocks, and blocks love me. Go blocks.
When i was little, they were all I wanted to do. Blocks. Wooden rectangles, triangles and squares. Put the together and I was a regular Frank Lloyd Wright. I was going to be a builder. Nothing more desrcript that that, just a builder
Blocks, falling one by one from the sky. Different shapes, different colors, coming one right after the other. I try to stop them from piling up, flipping them in every direction I can think of. They come together nicely until the final piece, a horrible blue “z”. It’s an outcast; the other blocks won’t have anything to do with it. With the one little block, I’ve lost my chance at victory.
babies. babies sit on the carpet and play with blocks and build and break and drool on the very carpet they’re sitting on. their drool is full of venom. do they know that? they could be architects, all of them, true architects. they should be. architects make sense of the world, do you know that? they build hospitals, and they drool that comes from their mouth, it is not venomous.
this reminds me of building blocks, like the ones we played with in elementary school. now, the word blocks makes me think of all of the mental blocks i seem to have that stop me from doing well in school, and with people, and in life. i need to find a way to break through all of the blocks that are standing in my way, so that i can achieve all the things i want to accomplish. they might be physical or mental, but i have to overcome.
blocks. i never played with them much. i preferred legos. we used blocks to hot up the corner or the liquor cabinet when the floor got all funny. i don’t remember really. i used to try to build things, but they fell down too much. so i went back to legos.
The blocks were scattered across the floor. Under the sofa, under the coffee table. They were every where. Why did I always take the Johnson kids babysitting job? It always ended like this.
leggos bulidings things trees blue B bees big heavy light red clock annnd I dunno I cant think of anymore block is a block a clock block cock block sock talk know box
I would beg and plead for Legos as a child. My mom thought it was weird, a nine year old girl with hardly more on her mind than multi-colored bricks.
But I built my world out of Legos. One brick at a time, a place I could escape to when money was tight, when school was rough and when kids were mean.
I miss my Legos.
I think blocks were a great way to get creative juices out of my system as a child. I always found it ironic though that my kindergarten teacher’s name was Mrs. Block. I thought I was hilarious with all my block jokes I would crack at that poor woman all day long.
my building blocks are ruined.
you ground them under
your iron wrist,
your smooth fist.
break me baby,
crush these cells
until they’ve shaped themselves
the model you’ve always wanted.
blocks……….i have no idea what to write…….
legos,the foundation of childhood fun. everyday new buildings. colorful creations. space ships. pirate ships. castles. blocks blocks blocks.
legos,the foundation of childhood fun. everyday new buildings. colorful creations. space ships. pirate ships. castles. blocks blocks blocks.
i’ve been walking now for 10 blocks and I still can’t find the immigration office. I have 24 hours until my visa expires and then I will be deported. Where the heck is this so-called office. I see a signpost up ahead. It says:
Blocks of cement surround the four guys … their hair shorn as though they had lice living on their scalps for the last twenty years … nowhere for them to run now so they lit one cigarette after another.
i’m living and dying in the same moment. blocks of time pass me by and i do nothing to savor any second. each second is like the last. all i need is to break up the blocks of time into smaller segments and enjoy each one rather than being overwhelmed by the magnitude of each situation.
Gotta hate writer’s block.
Pretty sure that would be in my top ten things I would remove from the world and existence if given the chance.
Then again, some of our best writing comes from just looking.
The blocks dropped down from no where. They were everywhere. Falling from the sky like rain would. While it was extraordinary, it was quite frightening. What if one of the blocks hit my house? What if it hit one of my friends houses? What if someone died from getting hit with one of these huge blocks? There were so many possibilities.
There were blocks of ice that were pushed up against the side of the house. My brother had been working endlessly throughout the afternoon to earn his $1.50 an hour wage. I think he took my father’s request for “do something with this snow” a little too figuratively.
The city blocks once shined, but now they were like fractured glass.
O used to play lego when I was younger. I really enjoyed it. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often. I think I’m only happy when I’m making pool tables out of lego and stuff. Actually, this one time I made a hot tub. It was frickin sweet.
Fascination, construction of something only appreciable by those that understand it. Chemicals break down, blocks fall.
I loved playing with blocks as kids. You know those big plastic ones that stacked on top of one another, red, blue, green yellow. But now I sit here looking at you, looking at you staring at the blocks, unable to decide which one goes where, unable to decide which is right. Autism
I love lego, It’s the perfect venue for creativity, it was one of the favourite toys of my childhood, I hope to bring them into my daughters life as well.
i watched as the blocked crashed onto the floor with a huge bang. the sound consumed me, though it wasn’t much at all. just a simple crash, and all it took was a hand, and slight effort on my part. and simply crash.
Megan watched as her one-year old son stacked cube after colorful cube on top of each other. He turned out okay, even if his horrible father had walked out as soon as he found out that she was pregnant. When he knocked over a tower of blocks, Megan bent over and picked one up.
Blocks are square
blocks are bases
blocks have many faces
blocks support
blocks are strong
blocks build houses
blocks are patterns
The little boy giggled happily. With a smile on his face he shifted the little lettered blocks from place to place, building a wall and tower, creating his own castle. Then the blocks tumbled down as he towered over them, crashing them to the floor.
child hood is calling. i think of the pretty colors. very primary. and sitting in this innocent play room. not knowing nothing about the world. i was so shy. not adventorous. goshh no that i wan even that into blocks but i still have this memory of my preschool and the feel
played with in kindergarten they are square and keep you in place sometimes something blocks you from going where you want to go. they come in all colors and you wear sun block in the summer.