“Look out!” I cry, but it’s too late; the brick hits some pedestrian on the head hard, and all I can do is look in horror. I head back in from the window and head down the stairs, praying the person wasn’t hurt too badly.
When I get there, the person has a few people tending him, and I can see a smal amount of blood on his head. here’s hoping the ambulance arrives soon.
Scott H
“Look out!” I cry, but it’s too late; the brick hits some pedestrian on the head hard, and all I can do is look in horror. I head back in from the window and head down the stairs, praying the person wasn’t hurt too badly.
When I get there, the person has a few people tending him, and I can see a smal amount of blood on his head. here’s hoping the ambulance arrives soon.
Scott H
I’ll hit you with this brick. I mean it, it’s sharp and it’s ready. I’ll fucking hit you with it if you say some bullshit like that one more time. I go above and beyond for you, and yet I wait. I wait for you to get your head out of your ass and it never happens. This brick has your name on it and it’s really dying for a mildly soft surface to land on. It will thank you in the end. I won’t.
p
I once threw a brick through my neighbor’s window. The shattering of the window was less concerning than the scream that followed.
I ran for days until my feet bled.
I often wonder if the scream was my neighbor or my conscious.
Billy Neill
strong house 3 little pigs through the window if you are jewish or black dusty father red georgia clay warm strong safe rectangles stacked like legos fortress like cozy
Kathleen
bricks have done so much for building. they make homes, structures and all kinds of living. Bricks are also used in art and for kill people.
Cookie Monster
the color red forms brick. brick, falling through a grey autumn sky, hitting the ground too fast until all you can think about are blinding lights, the heaviness of crisp air sifting its way through your scarf. i miss him.
lucy
Thick as a brick, she’s a brick house, shitting a brick, bricked face, brick’d, built like a brick, cement brick…brick…brick…brick
Goat
red chalky heavy dirty hands building old ceramic handmade movie drugs
meredeath
hard solid house stability thick red fire truck oven stove historical
Dayna
red and hard my friend while pregnant wanted to lick one. she was quite wierd. i hate spelling wierd. anyway brick. it is on buildings and other structres. i hate these kinds of essays . i had to do one for my sophmore english class. wow its hard to believe that was three years ago. high school went bye really fast. i really enjoyed my high school carrer. my boyfriend hated his. i didnt know him in high school. he is only a year older than i. i am so confused about him because i want to break up with him but ast the same time i dont. i dont know what to do. he is just too wierd for me, but i would never tell him that. anyway brick. red. hard. and im not sure what else to write about bricks. for i dont know too much about them. just that they are red, hard and on buildings. wow this is a long minute. i dont know when this is gonna end so i’ll just write what buildings i know of that are made of bricks. my high school for starters. and as well as banks. a lot of older buildings are made of bricks. now the newer buildings are made of steel and other manmade material. is man made one word or two. i dunno i used both…oh well. wow what next hmmm this really needs to end. i found this site on stumbleupon.com its a cool thing for computers. my boyfriend showed it to me. hmm how bout we dont start to talk about him agin. wow lets count the seconds 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ok thats enough. i just got a text message on my phone from hannah rinn. im not sure about her, only because she doesnt talk to me that much and when we do talk she seems to be all buddy buddy with me but thats not necessarily the case. ok so i really want to check my text because i hate not checking them right away. im not sure why that is. well
nina
I’ve hit the wall. I can’t get any further with him. He’s addicted and nothing I say or do or pray is stopping it. There’s no talking to him, no reasoning. He breaks my heart every time he succumbs. I don’t know what to do. I will always love him but I just don’t know what to do. Help.
Bethany
I can’t think of an idea for the word brick. Perhaps the very word touched off a memory of my childhood which went something like this…”your head is as thick as a brick”!
Paulie
Stacks of brick. The apartment i live in. It’s become a shell. I wish to simplify the belongings and streamline the existence. I don’t want the large home anymore. I want a smaller apartment in a coastal city where I can watch commercial fishing vessels and become immersed in a city.
Sin Amen
bricks don’t make a good staunch foundation, even for us, they mightest well be strawn together just for shit and giggles.
Christian.is
it sits on my patio
looking squat
and red
and cracked
but aren’t we all a little bit cracked
I ask the dog
as we pass the brick
on our way out
for walkies
and she seems to say yes.
Rainy
brick, is strong, sturdy, stable, will not break. huff and puff and blow your house down, no sir that will not happen. a shit brickhouse. hard as a brick.
timmy
The brick lay broken on the ground by his feet. He stopped short. He knew I’d thrown it. He knew I’d thrown it and now he was going to make me sorry. He started to turn to face me. Suddenly…
Janah R. Adams
It was just there. Lying there in the middle of the highway. One red clay brick. Where did it come from? Who put it there? How long has it been there? What would happen if I hit it with my car?
Sharlene
a threw a brick against the wall. I didn’t really want to damage anything I just wented to express my rage and frustration. It made a loud bang.
karen
Sitting on the curve, I stared into the distance;into the brick. It stared at me and we shared its moments, it’s livelihood.
Julian
there is a brick wall. a man almost hit it once. he came around me on a bike. it was me or the wall…i didn’t even see him coming. what could i have done? what could i have said? what would you have done?
Sarah Elaine
Her stomache felt like she’d swallowed a brick. Jeez, how cliche was that sentence? It seems at times that the only things I can write are cliche. Perhaps I am a cliche. Or is it just that there are so many cliches out there now that there isn’t much other than cliche? Was cliche the word? No, brick was. Hmmm.
Elaine Plybon
you hold the brick.
im your victim
i love you
you smirk as
i am on my knees please
john
red orange. building in russia. some cheap some not. wow this is really difficult, how would i describe a brick? youd think i dont have enough time, but really i have way too much time. I just remember being a little girl and looking at the add on belcony of my apartment building. wow. that was a long time ago. in russia.
the end.
alina
It hit the back of my head like…well, like a brick. Heavy, with it’s four jagged corners and it’s gritty texture. I fell almost immediately, flat to the ground and found blood on the back of my head – a crimson stain against my palm. I wasn’t sure why it was thrown, or why it was thrown at me, but everything became fuzzy.
Jen
holdinG
uP
thingS
foR
thosE
whO
can’T
dO
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alL
alonE
jE
A brick is a brick is a brick. There’s no hidden meanings behind it and there’s no innuendo.
No matter how much he went over it, the teacher didn’t notice. All the teacher cared to notice was “symbolism” that wasn’t there. And of course the F of on the papers.
Michael
the world is beautiful and pain hurts and men hurt. the world makes me feel like i am not part of it or i am the chosen one. if i were the chosen one i would be really scared. i wish that eveyone loved eachother andeverything was peaceful. time is almost up i want to be happy
v
The sound of it falling is what woke me. I opened my eyes just in time to see the brick fall and break into pieces, something once so strong turned to dust by time. I think this was when I realized that nothing lasts forever and my time was running out.
Michelle Heaven
red small or large, hard and soft, mud and rock, course and fine building material, building block.
Ernesto D. Martinez
There he was next to me. There he always was, right beside me, solid as the bricks that made up our home. But the wind blew a little too hard one day and for no reason at all the bricks began to crumble. When I looked beside me, I noticed he was gone.
Bailey Thomas
my father and i have a very good relationship.
he died before i knew him and i will never meet him but i sure as fuck like his music.
my brother doesn’t. my brother builds a wall between dad and him because my brother knew dad and he knew intimately just what a fuck daddy could be.
krista
The brick was tenderly placed in the wall by the young brick layer. He had placed a prayer upon it that the building would be blessed. He had received such good news while holding the brick that he felt the energy should be placed in the wall with that magical brick.
j
another brick slams into the wall between me and my mother and i find that i don’t know why
i toss the photo album into the bonfire and choke on a sob and my brother that i barely know grips my shoulder and we stand and watch it burn
krista
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
sherry
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
zuluqueenofthelittlepeople@hotmail.com
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
zuluqueenofthelittlepeople@hotmail.com
That brick was looking awfully funny. She took it up in her hand. It was heavy. Even for a brick. As she peeled off the red, a glint of gold caught her eye. She looked around quickly towards the half=finished wall nearby. Maybe they were all gold! She rushed over, quickly, dropping the brick, before her vision went black, a figure behind her carrying the brick she had just dropped.
Del
One day i was walking down the street and a giant brick dislodged itself from the wall above me and found its way deep into my skull. I never recovered from that painful experience. To this day I haven’t mastered the english language, and have problems feeding myself.
“Look out!” I cry, but it’s too late; the brick hits some pedestrian on the head hard, and all I can do is look in horror. I head back in from the window and head down the stairs, praying the person wasn’t hurt too badly.
When I get there, the person has a few people tending him, and I can see a smal amount of blood on his head. here’s hoping the ambulance arrives soon.
“Look out!” I cry, but it’s too late; the brick hits some pedestrian on the head hard, and all I can do is look in horror. I head back in from the window and head down the stairs, praying the person wasn’t hurt too badly.
When I get there, the person has a few people tending him, and I can see a smal amount of blood on his head. here’s hoping the ambulance arrives soon.
I’ll hit you with this brick. I mean it, it’s sharp and it’s ready. I’ll fucking hit you with it if you say some bullshit like that one more time. I go above and beyond for you, and yet I wait. I wait for you to get your head out of your ass and it never happens. This brick has your name on it and it’s really dying for a mildly soft surface to land on. It will thank you in the end. I won’t.
I once threw a brick through my neighbor’s window. The shattering of the window was less concerning than the scream that followed.
I ran for days until my feet bled.
I often wonder if the scream was my neighbor or my conscious.
strong house 3 little pigs through the window if you are jewish or black dusty father red georgia clay warm strong safe rectangles stacked like legos fortress like cozy
bricks have done so much for building. they make homes, structures and all kinds of living. Bricks are also used in art and for kill people.
the color red forms brick. brick, falling through a grey autumn sky, hitting the ground too fast until all you can think about are blinding lights, the heaviness of crisp air sifting its way through your scarf. i miss him.
Thick as a brick, she’s a brick house, shitting a brick, bricked face, brick’d, built like a brick, cement brick…brick…brick…brick
red chalky heavy dirty hands building old ceramic handmade movie drugs
hard solid house stability thick red fire truck oven stove historical
red and hard my friend while pregnant wanted to lick one. she was quite wierd. i hate spelling wierd. anyway brick. it is on buildings and other structres. i hate these kinds of essays . i had to do one for my sophmore english class. wow its hard to believe that was three years ago. high school went bye really fast. i really enjoyed my high school carrer. my boyfriend hated his. i didnt know him in high school. he is only a year older than i. i am so confused about him because i want to break up with him but ast the same time i dont. i dont know what to do. he is just too wierd for me, but i would never tell him that. anyway brick. red. hard. and im not sure what else to write about bricks. for i dont know too much about them. just that they are red, hard and on buildings. wow this is a long minute. i dont know when this is gonna end so i’ll just write what buildings i know of that are made of bricks. my high school for starters. and as well as banks. a lot of older buildings are made of bricks. now the newer buildings are made of steel and other manmade material. is man made one word or two. i dunno i used both…oh well. wow what next hmmm this really needs to end. i found this site on stumbleupon.com its a cool thing for computers. my boyfriend showed it to me. hmm how bout we dont start to talk about him agin. wow lets count the seconds 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ok thats enough. i just got a text message on my phone from hannah rinn. im not sure about her, only because she doesnt talk to me that much and when we do talk she seems to be all buddy buddy with me but thats not necessarily the case. ok so i really want to check my text because i hate not checking them right away. im not sure why that is. well
I’ve hit the wall. I can’t get any further with him. He’s addicted and nothing I say or do or pray is stopping it. There’s no talking to him, no reasoning. He breaks my heart every time he succumbs. I don’t know what to do. I will always love him but I just don’t know what to do. Help.
I can’t think of an idea for the word brick. Perhaps the very word touched off a memory of my childhood which went something like this…”your head is as thick as a brick”!
Stacks of brick. The apartment i live in. It’s become a shell. I wish to simplify the belongings and streamline the existence. I don’t want the large home anymore. I want a smaller apartment in a coastal city where I can watch commercial fishing vessels and become immersed in a city.
bricks don’t make a good staunch foundation, even for us, they mightest well be strawn together just for shit and giggles.
it sits on my patio
looking squat
and red
and cracked
but aren’t we all a little bit cracked
I ask the dog
as we pass the brick
on our way out
for walkies
and she seems to say yes.
brick, is strong, sturdy, stable, will not break. huff and puff and blow your house down, no sir that will not happen. a shit brickhouse. hard as a brick.
The brick lay broken on the ground by his feet. He stopped short. He knew I’d thrown it. He knew I’d thrown it and now he was going to make me sorry. He started to turn to face me. Suddenly…
It was just there. Lying there in the middle of the highway. One red clay brick. Where did it come from? Who put it there? How long has it been there? What would happen if I hit it with my car?
a threw a brick against the wall. I didn’t really want to damage anything I just wented to express my rage and frustration. It made a loud bang.
Sitting on the curve, I stared into the distance;into the brick. It stared at me and we shared its moments, it’s livelihood.
there is a brick wall. a man almost hit it once. he came around me on a bike. it was me or the wall…i didn’t even see him coming. what could i have done? what could i have said? what would you have done?
Her stomache felt like she’d swallowed a brick. Jeez, how cliche was that sentence? It seems at times that the only things I can write are cliche. Perhaps I am a cliche. Or is it just that there are so many cliches out there now that there isn’t much other than cliche? Was cliche the word? No, brick was. Hmmm.
you hold the brick.
im your victim
i love you
you smirk as
i am on my knees please
red orange. building in russia. some cheap some not. wow this is really difficult, how would i describe a brick? youd think i dont have enough time, but really i have way too much time. I just remember being a little girl and looking at the add on belcony of my apartment building. wow. that was a long time ago. in russia.
the end.
It hit the back of my head like…well, like a brick. Heavy, with it’s four jagged corners and it’s gritty texture. I fell almost immediately, flat to the ground and found blood on the back of my head – a crimson stain against my palm. I wasn’t sure why it was thrown, or why it was thrown at me, but everything became fuzzy.
holdinG
uP
thingS
foR
thosE
whO
can’T
dO
iT
alL
alonE
A brick is a brick is a brick. There’s no hidden meanings behind it and there’s no innuendo.
No matter how much he went over it, the teacher didn’t notice. All the teacher cared to notice was “symbolism” that wasn’t there. And of course the F of on the papers.
the world is beautiful and pain hurts and men hurt. the world makes me feel like i am not part of it or i am the chosen one. if i were the chosen one i would be really scared. i wish that eveyone loved eachother andeverything was peaceful. time is almost up i want to be happy
The sound of it falling is what woke me. I opened my eyes just in time to see the brick fall and break into pieces, something once so strong turned to dust by time. I think this was when I realized that nothing lasts forever and my time was running out.
red small or large, hard and soft, mud and rock, course and fine building material, building block.
There he was next to me. There he always was, right beside me, solid as the bricks that made up our home. But the wind blew a little too hard one day and for no reason at all the bricks began to crumble. When I looked beside me, I noticed he was gone.
my father and i have a very good relationship.
he died before i knew him and i will never meet him but i sure as fuck like his music.
my brother doesn’t. my brother builds a wall between dad and him because my brother knew dad and he knew intimately just what a fuck daddy could be.
The brick was tenderly placed in the wall by the young brick layer. He had placed a prayer upon it that the building would be blessed. He had received such good news while holding the brick that he felt the energy should be placed in the wall with that magical brick.
another brick slams into the wall between me and my mother and i find that i don’t know why
i toss the photo album into the bonfire and choke on a sob and my brother that i barely know grips my shoulder and we stand and watch it burn
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
Hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw you with her. I wanted to hit her with a ton of bricks toget her away. I’d have to beat you half to death with a brick to get you to like me. So here I am talking to a brick wall until the real thing comes along.
That brick was looking awfully funny. She took it up in her hand. It was heavy. Even for a brick. As she peeled off the red, a glint of gold caught her eye. She looked around quickly towards the half=finished wall nearby. Maybe they were all gold! She rushed over, quickly, dropping the brick, before her vision went black, a figure behind her carrying the brick she had just dropped.
One day i was walking down the street and a giant brick dislodged itself from the wall above me and found its way deep into my skull. I never recovered from that painful experience. To this day I haven’t mastered the english language, and have problems feeding myself.
I think i’ll be ok though.