Oh, please. I mean, seriously? Give me a break. You want me to get in that booth? Come on. Like, for real — a booth? Right. I mean, honestly — what the flop? You have got to be plopping on me.
and she sat there in her booth, waiting for the next eager customer. a simple kiss, given for a dollar but it meant the world to a few lucky men. waiting for their turn to touch her lips, for just a second to feel utterly sublime, for just a moment. perfection. they don’t tell her, but they would’ve paid far more for something like that.
Devin
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Lauren
I stood outside the kissing booth, contemplating my future. I could create waves, I could walk up there and pay my dollar to kiss Jesse, but then everyone would know. Probably there was some rule against it anyway, high school isn’t the most open-minded of places. But she was my girl, and I was her girl, and at least between the two of us, we knew the truth.
sea75
The phone booth hung open as if it hadn’t been used in years. The phone hung on a cord that was fray in the middle as if it had been chewed by the squirrels that were using it as a home. Coins were strayed upon the bottom of the booth from where the change holder had been broken off and forgotten about, antique coins that no one remembers.
Booth is a section of several seats in a diner or the FBI agent from Bones. I love Bones, it’s a great crime drama. I like how Temperance Brennan, aka Bones, is very apathetic to the events around her and struggles to become someone who will be missed when she dies because she feels a need to be close to people. I like how her name is Temperance, because I didn’t like her “real” name. I won’t spoil anything if you haven’t seen the tv show, because I’m nearly halfway through season 6. Speaking of tv shows, I’ve been watching Heroes lately, which is a show about human beings around the world who develop superhuman abilities and have to try and “save the world.” I like how complex the show is because there are so many pieces to the puzzle of what’s happening and you have to wonder what the characters know about what’s going on.
The kissing booth stood at the back of the fair. A woman of unknown age lounged out of it like a faded flower wilting over the side of a vase. She could have been an after thought or someone who set up shop after the fair had already started but all I knew was I wouldn’t be kissing her.
Sitting at the toll booth I contemplated what this make-over adventure would entail. My daughter had said I looked eighty, which is how I had been feeling since the divorce. She promised that this Mother’s Day gift would change my life. And heaven knows, this life needs changing!
The two girls sat squished in the small photo booth with smiles frozen on their faces.
“Why hasn’t it gone off yet?”
“Maybe it’s broken?”
One girl sighed and relaxed her face only to feel the second girl’s lips on her cheek and it caused a dopey smile to spread across her the face the exact moment the camera flashed.
One Word. That’s it. That’s all it takes is one word to change your life. One Word, it’s the basis of my newly written book which is designed to empower the masses of people on how to excel beyond your greatest desires. One word. it’s the basis of etymology and the means of success given that a person will take the time to meditate on that one word as a means of seeing what the word means in “their life.”
Booth. Booth brings to memory those old concession stands that my bandmates abd I would purchase snakcs from during our one break following intermission at a hhighschool football game.
Gail
Booth…a 2 ft by 2ft graveyard…i was in one of them…i wished i was never there. it’s dark…it’s creepy…ringing of scary notes…i pick up the phone…ghostly sound on the other side. a lump form in my throat…i try to speak but i can’t. the voice from the other side thunders on me. i hang up only to see, it had no wire attached.
Tired and dry. Drinking wine, I hear singing out my window. I hear something squealing, singing and singing under the moon and the orange blowing out of the horizon. Singing and drinking wine. Singing and singing and singing. Birds maybe, something definitely. I wish I could go there.
Soundbooth, telephone booth a booth is a place of quiet shelter for privacy. It is protection from the rain, waiting for the buss, clear glass, amazing what can be seen in a booth. I love the privacy and intimacy of the booth. What an interesting place to be on a rainy day, especially. Is there a booth near you?
Evelyn McCrory
We sat in the photo booth together. He kissed me softly, that was one picture. We stuck our tongues out, the second. Together, we made absurd faces, the other’s face as our canvas. A third. The fourth was my reaction to him telling me he loves me.
photobooth of mac computers is so cool, i wish I have mac myself. btw, i know nothing about BOOTH! wtf is that?? i’m running out of time, woo hoo. want to pass my exams but i’m too lazy. BLAH BLAH BLAH
Dasha
I love to sit in telephone booths and pretend That I am a mannequin on display. I am artwork on display for the world. I am fine enough with my flaws to show them to the world. I love telephone booths.
Heather
she sat in the booth, with one long leg dangling out. how else was he to recognize her?
Ilona
A booth a place where I meet my first love, in a wonerful coffee shop drinking a snickers mocha. It was a deep earthy brown with hard seats and green top that I placed my elbows upon as I gazed deep into her eyes. We shared a scone at this booth and talked for hours.
Lindsay
the booth at the fair was a bit worn down from time but it stood still and sturdy beneath her hands. she would travel with these people she decided. something just seemed right about it
Once I stepped into a photo booth. In the picture it looked like I had just came out of a drug re-hab program. Not good. Is it impossible to have a good picture taken in one? You must be very photogenic.
Keith Scott
i stepped into the booth and my foot hurt. there was nothing in the booth except me and my pain.
stephen moles
Phone booth – smallville. The last episode was a bit melodramatic. Clark Kent represents Superman but without all the bravado. Not sure how I feel about that, but glad I saw him change in a phone booth at least once. And fly. And hear the theme song. That was a nice end to the series.
Renee Camacho
We were never one of those couples who would sit on the same side of a booth at a restaurant, it just felt awkward. Sometimes though, our hands would find each other by the salt and ketchup, our feet would meet under the table, and we’d smile.
There’s a little booth outside of the corner store on Main street. An old man with snow white hair sits there every morning, reading the newspaper. A sign on the booth says ” Will talk about anything,” and he waits for passerby to approach. No one ever does. Men and women walk by with blackberries and ipads, barely stopping to cast him a glance. They are right there in the present, but their technology has them existing in some other time, another place. They are there but not there, and the little old man knows this. But day after day he waits, hoping that one day someone will acknowledge his presence.
booth or table? almost always booth. diners, and diners in movies–usually in booths. just more pleasing somehow. gives a restaurant feel, plus they’re just more comfortable. a telephone booth, though, that’s a thing almost completely of the past.
Tyler
He opened his eyes and tossed to the other side of the bed. He kept thinking about her soft, fragrant hair which smelled of lavender and cinnamon. It was his favorite smell in the whole world. But he was someplace else. He realized it was the booth of the mattress store.
yunisee
somewhere small, somewhere private. A space. An area. Enclosed. cosy. alone. private.
lucy
We were never one of those couples who would sit on the same side of a booth at a restaurant, it just felt awkward. Sometimes though, I feet would meet under the table, and we’d smile.
the phone booth was filthy and there was a clown with a red tomato nose staring at me with a creepy smile i said can i help u why are u here he asked with a grin i need to make a phone call i explained to him u have to pay he replied and i just looked into his black eyes
Arooj
let’s sit in a booth together.
holding hands.
under florescent light.
after prom.
your tie is undone.
you look like a movie.
let’s split a milkshake.
and stare into each others eyes.
if only you were with me.
and not with her
sitting in the booth across the diner.
The booth in this restaurant brought back many memories of friends and their friendship.
I will always cherish them.
Many times it brings a laugh, a sigh, a tear but always joy at the end of the of it.
Joseph
I hid behind the curtains, waiting for the Big man to arrive with his wife. Finally today the world would be rid of them, forever. The curtains spread and I saw him up there, in the special box. I shot him through the head, then ran. The assassination was completed by none other than Mr. Wilkes Booth.
Estie
there were countless booths in the fairground. he didn’t know which booth was set up by the company he was here for.
kaorita
The booth was small and dark, causing the insecure girl to feel even smaller. Once the pictures were all taken, most looking nearly identical to the one before due to her constant expression and lack of motivation to make any unique, the strip of photos began to eject out the the machine. She glanced to the boy, or perhaps young man, that waited outside for her pictures to come out, as though hoping that he would be satisfied.
The photo booth was placed on the outskirts of the fair, as if an outcast amidst the more popular rides. It was a dull yellow, the paint slowly chipping away. It faintly smelled of fetid fish and entering through it’s theatrical red curtain I noticed the bench had various names carved within its worn sides.
Olivia
I walked into the booth. Sweat was dripping down my brow. They couldn’t find me. Wouldn’t find me.
I then noticed that someone had no used up their photos. the light flashed. I then knew that this photo would shape my new identity. I was on the run.
Phoebe
Booth could describe anything, its the surname of a killer a place where we sit too eat and somewhere we go to have our picture taken. Its also the place where we buy our tickets to enjoy entertainment. Booth makes a
Phoebe
the cliche in movies about a boy calling his girlfriend in heavy rain in a phone booth, is what i remember by this. you know, and then the girl never even picks up the phone, purposely, or not, i don’t really know.
Oh, please. I mean, seriously? Give me a break. You want me to get in that booth? Come on. Like, for real — a booth? Right. I mean, honestly — what the flop? You have got to be plopping on me.
and she sat there in her booth, waiting for the next eager customer. a simple kiss, given for a dollar but it meant the world to a few lucky men. waiting for their turn to touch her lips, for just a second to feel utterly sublime, for just a moment. perfection. they don’t tell her, but they would’ve paid far more for something like that.
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that’s not even a word anymore
I stood outside the kissing booth, contemplating my future. I could create waves, I could walk up there and pay my dollar to kiss Jesse, but then everyone would know. Probably there was some rule against it anyway, high school isn’t the most open-minded of places. But she was my girl, and I was her girl, and at least between the two of us, we knew the truth.
The phone booth hung open as if it hadn’t been used in years. The phone hung on a cord that was fray in the middle as if it had been chewed by the squirrels that were using it as a home. Coins were strayed upon the bottom of the booth from where the change holder had been broken off and forgotten about, antique coins that no one remembers.
a place where things done secretly
Booth is a section of several seats in a diner or the FBI agent from Bones. I love Bones, it’s a great crime drama. I like how Temperance Brennan, aka Bones, is very apathetic to the events around her and struggles to become someone who will be missed when she dies because she feels a need to be close to people. I like how her name is Temperance, because I didn’t like her “real” name. I won’t spoil anything if you haven’t seen the tv show, because I’m nearly halfway through season 6. Speaking of tv shows, I’ve been watching Heroes lately, which is a show about human beings around the world who develop superhuman abilities and have to try and “save the world.” I like how complex the show is because there are so many pieces to the puzzle of what’s happening and you have to wonder what the characters know about what’s going on.
The kissing booth stood at the back of the fair. A woman of unknown age lounged out of it like a faded flower wilting over the side of a vase. She could have been an after thought or someone who set up shop after the fair had already started but all I knew was I wouldn’t be kissing her.
Sitting at the toll booth I contemplated what this make-over adventure would entail. My daughter had said I looked eighty, which is how I had been feeling since the divorce. She promised that this Mother’s Day gift would change my life. And heaven knows, this life needs changing!
The two girls sat squished in the small photo booth with smiles frozen on their faces.
“Why hasn’t it gone off yet?”
“Maybe it’s broken?”
One girl sighed and relaxed her face only to feel the second girl’s lips on her cheek and it caused a dopey smile to spread across her the face the exact moment the camera flashed.
the telephone booth.
I remember it,
seeking shelter with you from the pouring rain.
Where beads of moisture
seeped through the cavities in the ceiling
tracing the contours of your face
flawless like a porcelain doll.
wedged inside
to the point where we
had to
touch.
Where you called your
mom
with my 1969
dime
to come pick us up.
While I hoped
secretly
that she never came.
One Word. That’s it. That’s all it takes is one word to change your life. One Word, it’s the basis of my newly written book which is designed to empower the masses of people on how to excel beyond your greatest desires. One word. it’s the basis of etymology and the means of success given that a person will take the time to meditate on that one word as a means of seeing what the word means in “their life.”
Booth. Booth brings to memory those old concession stands that my bandmates abd I would purchase snakcs from during our one break following intermission at a hhighschool football game.
Booth…a 2 ft by 2ft graveyard…i was in one of them…i wished i was never there. it’s dark…it’s creepy…ringing of scary notes…i pick up the phone…ghostly sound on the other side. a lump form in my throat…i try to speak but i can’t. the voice from the other side thunders on me. i hang up only to see, it had no wire attached.
Tired and dry. Drinking wine, I hear singing out my window. I hear something squealing, singing and singing under the moon and the orange blowing out of the horizon. Singing and drinking wine. Singing and singing and singing. Birds maybe, something definitely. I wish I could go there.
Soundbooth, telephone booth a booth is a place of quiet shelter for privacy. It is protection from the rain, waiting for the buss, clear glass, amazing what can be seen in a booth. I love the privacy and intimacy of the booth. What an interesting place to be on a rainy day, especially. Is there a booth near you?
We sat in the photo booth together. He kissed me softly, that was one picture. We stuck our tongues out, the second. Together, we made absurd faces, the other’s face as our canvas. A third. The fourth was my reaction to him telling me he loves me.
photobooth of mac computers is so cool, i wish I have mac myself. btw, i know nothing about BOOTH! wtf is that?? i’m running out of time, woo hoo. want to pass my exams but i’m too lazy. BLAH BLAH BLAH
I love to sit in telephone booths and pretend That I am a mannequin on display. I am artwork on display for the world. I am fine enough with my flaws to show them to the world. I love telephone booths.
she sat in the booth, with one long leg dangling out. how else was he to recognize her?
A booth a place where I meet my first love, in a wonerful coffee shop drinking a snickers mocha. It was a deep earthy brown with hard seats and green top that I placed my elbows upon as I gazed deep into her eyes. We shared a scone at this booth and talked for hours.
the booth at the fair was a bit worn down from time but it stood still and sturdy beneath her hands. she would travel with these people she decided. something just seemed right about it
Once I stepped into a photo booth. In the picture it looked like I had just came out of a drug re-hab program. Not good. Is it impossible to have a good picture taken in one? You must be very photogenic.
i stepped into the booth and my foot hurt. there was nothing in the booth except me and my pain.
Phone booth – smallville. The last episode was a bit melodramatic. Clark Kent represents Superman but without all the bravado. Not sure how I feel about that, but glad I saw him change in a phone booth at least once. And fly. And hear the theme song. That was a nice end to the series.
We were never one of those couples who would sit on the same side of a booth at a restaurant, it just felt awkward. Sometimes though, our hands would find each other by the salt and ketchup, our feet would meet under the table, and we’d smile.
There’s a little booth outside of the corner store on Main street. An old man with snow white hair sits there every morning, reading the newspaper. A sign on the booth says ” Will talk about anything,” and he waits for passerby to approach. No one ever does. Men and women walk by with blackberries and ipads, barely stopping to cast him a glance. They are right there in the present, but their technology has them existing in some other time, another place. They are there but not there, and the little old man knows this. But day after day he waits, hoping that one day someone will acknowledge his presence.
booth or table? almost always booth. diners, and diners in movies–usually in booths. just more pleasing somehow. gives a restaurant feel, plus they’re just more comfortable. a telephone booth, though, that’s a thing almost completely of the past.
He opened his eyes and tossed to the other side of the bed. He kept thinking about her soft, fragrant hair which smelled of lavender and cinnamon. It was his favorite smell in the whole world. But he was someplace else. He realized it was the booth of the mattress store.
somewhere small, somewhere private. A space. An area. Enclosed. cosy. alone. private.
We were never one of those couples who would sit on the same side of a booth at a restaurant, it just felt awkward. Sometimes though, I feet would meet under the table, and we’d smile.
the phone booth was filthy and there was a clown with a red tomato nose staring at me with a creepy smile i said can i help u why are u here he asked with a grin i need to make a phone call i explained to him u have to pay he replied and i just looked into his black eyes
let’s sit in a booth together.
holding hands.
under florescent light.
after prom.
your tie is undone.
you look like a movie.
let’s split a milkshake.
and stare into each others eyes.
if only you were with me.
and not with her
sitting in the booth across the diner.
The booth in this restaurant brought back many memories of friends and their friendship.
I will always cherish them.
Many times it brings a laugh, a sigh, a tear but always joy at the end of the of it.
I hid behind the curtains, waiting for the Big man to arrive with his wife. Finally today the world would be rid of them, forever. The curtains spread and I saw him up there, in the special box. I shot him through the head, then ran. The assassination was completed by none other than Mr. Wilkes Booth.
there were countless booths in the fairground. he didn’t know which booth was set up by the company he was here for.
The booth was small and dark, causing the insecure girl to feel even smaller. Once the pictures were all taken, most looking nearly identical to the one before due to her constant expression and lack of motivation to make any unique, the strip of photos began to eject out the the machine. She glanced to the boy, or perhaps young man, that waited outside for her pictures to come out, as though hoping that he would be satisfied.
The photo booth was placed on the outskirts of the fair, as if an outcast amidst the more popular rides. It was a dull yellow, the paint slowly chipping away. It faintly smelled of fetid fish and entering through it’s theatrical red curtain I noticed the bench had various names carved within its worn sides.
I walked into the booth. Sweat was dripping down my brow. They couldn’t find me. Wouldn’t find me.
I then noticed that someone had no used up their photos. the light flashed. I then knew that this photo would shape my new identity. I was on the run.
Booth could describe anything, its the surname of a killer a place where we sit too eat and somewhere we go to have our picture taken. Its also the place where we buy our tickets to enjoy entertainment. Booth makes a
the cliche in movies about a boy calling his girlfriend in heavy rain in a phone booth, is what i remember by this. you know, and then the girl never even picks up the phone, purposely, or not, i don’t really know.