She stood in the phone booth, with no idea what to do. Everything had just been stolen from her by a straggler, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her body and her desperate fear. She didn’t even have a dime for the phone booth. But then, in the midst of the storm, she saw the light.
Sabena
the booth of the way they always looked. the booth they sold their sighs and lost their signs. the booth, they never listened, the booth they always gave us back our change. too late. we waited. the booth they sat while everyone else watched the game. the booth they sold themselves, they sold skittles. they sold living
We sat in the photo booth. He leaned in and gave me my first kiss. I was awkward, not sweet like you always see in the movies. He stole my first kiss then cheated on me. Thats how it all started.
Lisa
they are always bringing people together whether or not those people want to be together or not. or they are possibly selling things and have people trying to market and push their product at the customer and it occasionally works.
Booth.
Like Booth and Bones.
I’m living in D.C. now, a strange turn of events have led me here, to the land of Booth and Bones.
It’s surreal, this life I’m leading now.
Being an AmeriCorps NCCC member.
Doing things I only ever dreamed of doing.
Living places I only ever dreamed of living.
Surreal, I tell you.
But wonderful.
i was in a photo booth with my friends when i realized the person next to me was Dennis Washington, a boy I used to go to high school with. I looked at him shocked and asked what he was doing here and he told me that he had been in love with me since the first day we met.
brittany lamay
There was just a booth on the corner and it was occupied by a woman. She was beautiful and her heart was breaking. She just learned that the man she loved was leaving her. For a man. She leaned against the wall and the tears started falling.
Alexandria Martin
It was unusually and uncomfortably hot inside, and I had to push back my feelings of distinct claustrophobia. I felt trapped inside, stuck. Part of me wanted to push my way out. But then, something. Your hand, brushed against my arm, and I didn’t feel trapped anymore. I felt safe.
Bailey
Booth is my name. It’s also the name of a guy who killed a US president. It’s quite a common name really, which makes me dislike it. I don’t think I’ll use it when I get published. I plan to use a moniker (is that the right word? I don’t know). Booth is also the term for a … um … y’know. Like a photo booth. A small room.
Zara-Jade Booth
she cursed modern technology for eliminating phono booths. she was depserate. she needed to call him, now, but her phone was dead. she ran down the crowded block pushing by people. looking left and right. there had to be just one, small, dirty, cramped, telephone booth.
i was sitting in a booth, watching others shuffle by. they walked, they talked, minding their own business, but as soon as they noticed me watching, they looked right back at me, and i realized that you can feel the eyes of someone on you. do not discard every look. it could be someone who loves you.
Liuba Turlova
resaurants family firends food dinner leather laughter drinks 50’s server waitress fun love soda milkshake fries burgers diner pub friends
Heather
these booths were made for walking. i’m very uncomfortable talking about this because i have had bad experiences at booths before. i prefer a table and chair, sort of like an old fashioned gentleman.
booth i dont really know anything about the word booth the only thing that is poping into my head is that the last time i sat in a booth it was with my soldier right before he deployed out and when we took a strip photo at the mall. Booth i really cant think of anything else to go with it.. Booth i met a kid once with that name, crazy.
Taylor
even though she only saw the back of the young man’s head she knew who it was. the shaggy, golden brown hair. how could it be? when did he return? there was no avoiding it. sally took a deep breath and walked up to the booth in the corner of the diner. “hey” she said. “hi” he replied. how in the world could he be so causal about it? hi? that is what you say when you see the girl you mysteriusley left after dating for two years? hi?!
the place in which truth comes second to understanding. Where the weak minded go to get comfort for the unknowing. A throne of deceit powered by the ultimate lie.
chris
where people go to eat and drink and to be merry as a fucking clown. most people wear them on their feet. no that is boot. boothing suits are for swimming in. i sit in a booth when i get my hair cut, except i havent had a haircut in like 2 years.
Tyler
I think of a telephone booth and how I couldn’t wait to use one when I was a grown-up and how now that i am a grown up there are very few of them left-in fact they are almost obselete.
Booths in general are not so common-booths in restaurants that is. Wow I can’t think of anything else to say.
jk
WHAT THE HECK MAN? booth again really?! alright all im going to say is this word shouldnt even exist. it sounds like a type of whale. ?!!?!!?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!!??!!?1?!?!??!!?!?!?!!?!??!?!find the l….. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!l!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tyler stein.
Ripped pleather that will always hold the stench of cigarettes simply waiting to be chosen. “Come sit here!” it cries out silently. It lives to serve; to hear your tales; to give you a rest. But, alas, it’s seen its day. All of his would-be-friends now choose the hard-plastic seats of McDonalds.
Mr. Blahaha
i hate this word
it sucks.
who wants to go in a freaking booth
its like youll get raped or something!
gosh, ew.
rape.
it also reminds me that IT RHYMES WITH TOOTH
who the heck wants to go into a tooth!?!
GET OUT OF THE BOOTH BEFORE YOU GET RAPED WITH A TOOTH.
there, happy?
:)
tyler stein.
there was booth at an art fair i went to, and i bought a gorgeous turquoise and silver ring which i will love forever…………….what if the booth hadn’t been there?
Kim
THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME IVE GOTTEN THE WORD BOOTH. Dear Booth, please go away. Although you are semi comfortable to sit in, i would not like to write about you anymore. You are taking over my life, and i dont like it. Sorry to say, i’m breaking up with you. You can pick up your stuff tomorrow around noon, but i never want to see you again.
Casey
I am frenche and i don´t know what “booth” means…. sorry friends!
Gawel Anna
The toll booth sat forlornly on the road. The teller rarely saw anyone, which was probably for the better. his haggard face and wandering eyes had a way of instilling fear in even the bravest of individuals.
John wilkes booth was the one who assasinated president abraham lincoln at fords theatre. when he fled the scene he jumped off a balcony and broke his leg. a few days later he was caught and taken into custody. He has
brooklynn
he had a plan. he was waiting for the right moment. he jumped up and fired the gun. he probably shouted something too. interesting.
Julie
I love to sit in booths at a restraunt or any other eating place! It’s amazing and comfortable, like all get out! My dad hates them and sum lady pourd a drink on me last tiume i sat in one. i relly wanna go on a date with my boyfriend and sit one.
Jordan
I was in a booth one day and this crazy guy came and attacked me. I run away screaming and my mum was shocked because I am normally so calm. Please don’t tell her now. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Pl
Fitsum
We sit there
joseph
setting it up. tearing it down. helping my mother and playing the cute card. a diarama of what you posses and what you have to offer, a little window into how you choose to display yourself, your talents, putting on a show to invite people in, draw them in draw them in draw them in.
The pahntom tollbooth. I used to have a copy as a kid. It was my favorite. Then I lsot it. I visited New York this winter on a school trip and we visited this strange little church. It had an amazing organ that we got to play. There wer also stained glass windows. One had a picture of the brother of James Wilkes Booth. At least, I’m pretty sure who that was. I loved that organ. The funny little church lady played it. I think she was wearing a sweater vest.
Emma
I sat there thinking to myself, why am I here. Don’t do it. Don’t pick up the phone. The booths that lined the street were all vacant but mine. I was alone on the street. I wanted to run away but the call had to be made. Picking up the receiver I pushed those same buttons I had memorized for forever. I waited. One ring, two, three. I thought maybe I would be lucky and he wouldn’t answer. Four, five, then a rushed “Hello?”
Moriah
The main road narrowed at the end, its pavement kerbs steeper and the paving stones becoming uneven. On the left it was covered by a shabby green wooden booth where travellers paid a small token to pass. Or tipped the goblins.
neezes
All I can think of is a kissing booth. Like little kids do at the Carnival…I’ve never actually seen one in real life but they seem like an odd thing to me. I dont like to kiss while everyones watching. I suppose no one watches when i kiss because the person i’m kissing has their eyes closed too…
booth?
The toll booth stood like a freak of nature on the highway. It was quiet, and sturdy, and held only one person inside. A men crept up, moving quickly until he could peer in unseen. He saw a balding man lick his lips as he set down his coke.
Katie
booth. i sit at one all day. “do you want to try this?” “do you know what this is?” “its only the best i assure you.” indeed it is. so i run away. far away. only to be forced to come back. i wish i could leave.
I like booths at restaurants way better. No Booth. As in Seely Booth. I love crime fighting shows like Bones. I wish there were real life superheroes. My favorite superhero is Spiderman. I’m in love with him. Why? Well I don’t really know…
aneta
Something that a potential cute couple sits in while they are on either a lunch or a dinner date. However, when one sits on the same side (while of course sitting in a booth) it is quite awkward. Sitting on the opposite side of your date is the best option.
morgan levy
I was drawn to the darkest corner of the darkest booth in the restaurant. I asked for soup and a hunk of crusty bread. As the salty steam wafted to my nose, I knew I was in soup heaven.
She stood in the phone booth, with no idea what to do. Everything had just been stolen from her by a straggler, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her body and her desperate fear. She didn’t even have a dime for the phone booth. But then, in the midst of the storm, she saw the light.
the booth of the way they always looked. the booth they sold their sighs and lost their signs. the booth, they never listened, the booth they always gave us back our change. too late. we waited. the booth they sat while everyone else watched the game. the booth they sold themselves, they sold skittles. they sold living
We sat in the photo booth. He leaned in and gave me my first kiss. I was awkward, not sweet like you always see in the movies. He stole my first kiss then cheated on me. Thats how it all started.
they are always bringing people together whether or not those people want to be together or not. or they are possibly selling things and have people trying to market and push their product at the customer and it occasionally works.
Booth.
Like Booth and Bones.
I’m living in D.C. now, a strange turn of events have led me here, to the land of Booth and Bones.
It’s surreal, this life I’m leading now.
Being an AmeriCorps NCCC member.
Doing things I only ever dreamed of doing.
Living places I only ever dreamed of living.
Surreal, I tell you.
But wonderful.
i was in a photo booth with my friends when i realized the person next to me was Dennis Washington, a boy I used to go to high school with. I looked at him shocked and asked what he was doing here and he told me that he had been in love with me since the first day we met.
There was just a booth on the corner and it was occupied by a woman. She was beautiful and her heart was breaking. She just learned that the man she loved was leaving her. For a man. She leaned against the wall and the tears started falling.
It was unusually and uncomfortably hot inside, and I had to push back my feelings of distinct claustrophobia. I felt trapped inside, stuck. Part of me wanted to push my way out. But then, something. Your hand, brushed against my arm, and I didn’t feel trapped anymore. I felt safe.
Booth is my name. It’s also the name of a guy who killed a US president. It’s quite a common name really, which makes me dislike it. I don’t think I’ll use it when I get published. I plan to use a moniker (is that the right word? I don’t know). Booth is also the term for a … um … y’know. Like a photo booth. A small room.
she cursed modern technology for eliminating phono booths. she was depserate. she needed to call him, now, but her phone was dead. she ran down the crowded block pushing by people. looking left and right. there had to be just one, small, dirty, cramped, telephone booth.
i was sitting in a booth, watching others shuffle by. they walked, they talked, minding their own business, but as soon as they noticed me watching, they looked right back at me, and i realized that you can feel the eyes of someone on you. do not discard every look. it could be someone who loves you.
resaurants family firends food dinner leather laughter drinks 50’s server waitress fun love soda milkshake fries burgers diner pub friends
these booths were made for walking. i’m very uncomfortable talking about this because i have had bad experiences at booths before. i prefer a table and chair, sort of like an old fashioned gentleman.
booth i dont really know anything about the word booth the only thing that is poping into my head is that the last time i sat in a booth it was with my soldier right before he deployed out and when we took a strip photo at the mall. Booth i really cant think of anything else to go with it.. Booth i met a kid once with that name, crazy.
even though she only saw the back of the young man’s head she knew who it was. the shaggy, golden brown hair. how could it be? when did he return? there was no avoiding it. sally took a deep breath and walked up to the booth in the corner of the diner. “hey” she said. “hi” he replied. how in the world could he be so causal about it? hi? that is what you say when you see the girl you mysteriusley left after dating for two years? hi?!
the place in which truth comes second to understanding. Where the weak minded go to get comfort for the unknowing. A throne of deceit powered by the ultimate lie.
where people go to eat and drink and to be merry as a fucking clown. most people wear them on their feet. no that is boot. boothing suits are for swimming in. i sit in a booth when i get my hair cut, except i havent had a haircut in like 2 years.
I think of a telephone booth and how I couldn’t wait to use one when I was a grown-up and how now that i am a grown up there are very few of them left-in fact they are almost obselete.
Booths in general are not so common-booths in restaurants that is. Wow I can’t think of anything else to say.
WHAT THE HECK MAN? booth again really?! alright all im going to say is this word shouldnt even exist. it sounds like a type of whale. ?!!?!!?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!!??!!?1?!?!??!!?!?!?!!?!??!?!find the l….. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!l!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ripped pleather that will always hold the stench of cigarettes simply waiting to be chosen. “Come sit here!” it cries out silently. It lives to serve; to hear your tales; to give you a rest. But, alas, it’s seen its day. All of his would-be-friends now choose the hard-plastic seats of McDonalds.
i hate this word
it sucks.
who wants to go in a freaking booth
its like youll get raped or something!
gosh, ew.
rape.
it also reminds me that IT RHYMES WITH TOOTH
who the heck wants to go into a tooth!?!
GET OUT OF THE BOOTH BEFORE YOU GET RAPED WITH A TOOTH.
there, happy?
:)
there was booth at an art fair i went to, and i bought a gorgeous turquoise and silver ring which i will love forever…………….what if the booth hadn’t been there?
THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME IVE GOTTEN THE WORD BOOTH. Dear Booth, please go away. Although you are semi comfortable to sit in, i would not like to write about you anymore. You are taking over my life, and i dont like it. Sorry to say, i’m breaking up with you. You can pick up your stuff tomorrow around noon, but i never want to see you again.
I am frenche and i don´t know what “booth” means…. sorry friends!
The toll booth sat forlornly on the road. The teller rarely saw anyone, which was probably for the better. his haggard face and wandering eyes had a way of instilling fear in even the bravest of individuals.
John wilkes booth was the one who assasinated president abraham lincoln at fords theatre. when he fled the scene he jumped off a balcony and broke his leg. a few days later he was caught and taken into custody. He has
he had a plan. he was waiting for the right moment. he jumped up and fired the gun. he probably shouted something too. interesting.
I love to sit in booths at a restraunt or any other eating place! It’s amazing and comfortable, like all get out! My dad hates them and sum lady pourd a drink on me last tiume i sat in one. i relly wanna go on a date with my boyfriend and sit one.
I was in a booth one day and this crazy guy came and attacked me. I run away screaming and my mum was shocked because I am normally so calm. Please don’t tell her now. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Pl
We sit there
setting it up. tearing it down. helping my mother and playing the cute card. a diarama of what you posses and what you have to offer, a little window into how you choose to display yourself, your talents, putting on a show to invite people in, draw them in draw them in draw them in.
The pahntom tollbooth. I used to have a copy as a kid. It was my favorite. Then I lsot it. I visited New York this winter on a school trip and we visited this strange little church. It had an amazing organ that we got to play. There wer also stained glass windows. One had a picture of the brother of James Wilkes Booth. At least, I’m pretty sure who that was. I loved that organ. The funny little church lady played it. I think she was wearing a sweater vest.
I sat there thinking to myself, why am I here. Don’t do it. Don’t pick up the phone. The booths that lined the street were all vacant but mine. I was alone on the street. I wanted to run away but the call had to be made. Picking up the receiver I pushed those same buttons I had memorized for forever. I waited. One ring, two, three. I thought maybe I would be lucky and he wouldn’t answer. Four, five, then a rushed “Hello?”
The main road narrowed at the end, its pavement kerbs steeper and the paving stones becoming uneven. On the left it was covered by a shabby green wooden booth where travellers paid a small token to pass. Or tipped the goblins.
All I can think of is a kissing booth. Like little kids do at the Carnival…I’ve never actually seen one in real life but they seem like an odd thing to me. I dont like to kiss while everyones watching. I suppose no one watches when i kiss because the person i’m kissing has their eyes closed too…
booth?
The toll booth stood like a freak of nature on the highway. It was quiet, and sturdy, and held only one person inside. A men crept up, moving quickly until he could peer in unseen. He saw a balding man lick his lips as he set down his coke.
booth. i sit at one all day. “do you want to try this?” “do you know what this is?” “its only the best i assure you.” indeed it is. so i run away. far away. only to be forced to come back. i wish i could leave.
I like booths at restaurants way better. No Booth. As in Seely Booth. I love crime fighting shows like Bones. I wish there were real life superheroes. My favorite superhero is Spiderman. I’m in love with him. Why? Well I don’t really know…
Something that a potential cute couple sits in while they are on either a lunch or a dinner date. However, when one sits on the same side (while of course sitting in a booth) it is quite awkward. Sitting on the opposite side of your date is the best option.
I was drawn to the darkest corner of the darkest booth in the restaurant. I asked for soup and a hunk of crusty bread. As the salty steam wafted to my nose, I knew I was in soup heaven.