The television is loud and bangin in my ears. I cant think. The voiceless words come to me like colorless paint. I switch the tv off hoping to find some peace. That doesn’t help.
Jamie
My heartbeat is in my throat, the pounding broadcasting my anxiety to the world. I am speechless in your presence, I am lost, I cannot say the things I have been holding in my head, my chest, my every waking moment. My eyes are wide and struggling, shouting the secret as I tremble on the brink. I have never been happier to abandon my senses. I have never wanted more to drift in your echo forever.
“Something I don’t give one iota of a shit about,” grumbled Gary as he shut off the radio. I watched as he returned to the kitchen to check on the waffle iron.
I was working on a crossword in a book I had gotten for Christmas. I was stuck on 25-down. I had an o, an e, and a t, but I couldn’t quite figure it out.
“You know anything about music, Gary?”
He snorted. “Contemporary.”
Belinda Roddie
broadcast…. i like to broadcast my self to the world sometimes in forms of skimpy clothing and gallons of makeup. that’s just what girls do they say we get dressed up and then go find a mate for the night. i like to broadcast myself not to find someone to fuck but so someone will notice that i am not invisible.
misha
She watches the broadcast with a pillow hiding the lower half of her face, ready to jump up and cover her eyes if need be. It’s frighting. Is the world going to end? Terror. War. Everywhere. The broadcaster pressed his lips to the microphone as he talks, to scared to enunciate.
Emily Ramser
The broadcast went out on all channels. There was trouble. Jack had just seconds to respond. He was the only one in position to do anything to try to stop this from happening.
He readied his Glock and charged ahead into the gloom, hoping his speed would give him just enough time.
I said we should go see the Foo Fighters, she said “Sorry, but I Like Broadcast, Foo Fighters aren’t really my thing.” Shot down again.
Rand
The finch hopped cautiously on the feeble branch. The branch broke anyway. Down fell the finch, falling falling, until its wings caught on a gust of wind. The gust corralled the finch into a graceful landing on the hood of a car. That was the last graceful thing the finch would ever do. The stray bullet, nearly bigger than the bird itself, tore through the small body. The blood left behind was not the finch’s but that of the slumped over teenager in the front seat.
Broadcast across the radio waves. fuck the fcc. say whatever you want! they can’t stop you anymore. It’s the end of the world for christs’ sake. It’s time to tear down the government and the walls they put around us. We are declaring the War of the Worlds. For real this time.
Kevin Randolph
The world may end during the planetary alignment that takes place on December 21, 2012. Prepare yourselves for a spiritually enlightening event. Beware of bouncers.
Jordan
The broadcast was a disaster. The lights fell from the ceiling and the newscast were screaming and running around everywhere. No one could have predicted that it was going to go so horribly wrong. So everyone finally got their shit together and cleaned everything up. Tomorrow will be a new day.
Gabriella
”Do you have to do that,” she asked, ”broadcast to the whole world what you are doing every minute of the day? Do you think we are interested? Who do you think is going to listen to you?”
He expected one day that he would have to explain.
“Don’t be such a nancy,” he said. “it is just what I do.” He had often thought how he would tell her, and how she would react.
The crackle of broken airwaves pummeled the man’s eardrums. He flinched and adjusted the radio’s dials. He swore when the crackle persisted. No emergency wave was getting out tonight. He hoped that Kiwi and Hotel had found safe coordinates to nest at tonight. The air was thin. His knees ached as they always when a bad Chem Wind was blowing in. It felt like a strong one. He better make doubly sure all holes were plugged or he’d be a twisted mummy by morning.
allison
You can sing it on the mountains
You can broadcast it through the air
You can scream it till the heavens fall
But you’re a liar and I really don’t care
Don’t get mad at me for figuring out
Your deception and your lies
You got caught
And you thought
The harder you fought
I would’ve see your ugly disguise
A flash of a camera. A microphone shoved in her face. A mumble and murmur, and vague smile, and there it was. Dashed all over the papers, a fabricated story and whodunnit. Another day, another lie.
Katherine McLennaghan
Fire me up. Voices clap in rapture and lava. And all around the slow steady hum of static climbs into my ears. Slowly enveloping the poor broadcast. Gone.
This is the broadcast for today: Jesus loves you and died for you. He wants you to spend eternity with Him in a place of beauty and peace. Just open the door and ask Him in. Just do it.
Ijay
there’s no more room on the couch so he’s crouched on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. his parents are very, very tense and still, his loquacious aunt and uncle silent for possibly the first time in as long as he’s known them. the lot of them are fixated on the tv in a way that his mother usually scolds him for, gaping open-mouthed and deaf to the rest of the world. he weaves his fingers through Scout’s silky white fur and waits for the man on the screen to stop speaking, because his mother had hushed him already when he’d tried to ask questions.
without a word, his father gets up from the couch quite suddenly, and for a moment he thinks that the important part is over and the adults will go back to chattering now. but his father simply locks the door, and shuts the blinds, and then sinks slowly back into his seat.
well broadcasting is mostly used to portray information in manner that is approved by the government to inform the masses of current happenings from events around the world as well as locally. It is difficult to tell what is true and whats bullshit, you definetley cant take every thing they say to be the 100% truth. kinda have pick through the bullshit and be able to tell whats really going on. maybe thats just me though, maybe i just think into to it too much. But who knows maybe im right? And then again… who gives a fuck? am i done yet?……..
Reece Piece
You hear the words you wrote so carelessly last night broadcast across the kitchen and you flush red. Who gave her permission to read your diary? Those were your private thoughts, not anything you’d ever say to anyone. You turn away.
R
I watched him from across the dining room table. His smile captivated my eyes; my family listened to every joke, every stupid little compliment. I couldn’t hear the words falling from his tongue, but I knew they counted.
My history class was assigned to write and record a radio broadcast from the 1920’s using their era’s language, slang, and style. My part included writing an interview with a famous person of that time and also writing a commercial of a popular product of the time. I chose to interview Charlie Chaplin, a famous silent film producer, and I wrote a commercial about Kleenex, which were actually first introduced to the public as a makeup removing napkin.
christina
i believe to broadcast is announce something in public. to broadcast to let the people know what you have in mind and to let the public be aware of what you are thinking and what your
jen
It’s easy to broadcast your dislike for someone, but it’s so much more difficult to defend someone who’s being insulted.
YOU CAN BROADCAST A SHOW IN GENERAL. ALSO A PODCAST WHICH IS MORE OF AN INTERNET TOOL. i LOVE THE IDEA OF BROADCASTING YOURSELF ON THE INTERNET. ARTISTS OR ANYONE ELSE CAN BROADCAAST THEMSELVES ON THE INTERNET. IT’S AMAZING.
Lili
La trasmisión se interrumpió súbitamente, todos se alarmaron, algunos mataron a sus familias, sospechaban del apocalipsis zombie, la tercera guerra mundial, un mundo de caos. Simplemente el switcher se quedó dormido.
Broadcasting is not really a new concept, it just got easier, and therefore carries less of the effect it intended to have. Very unimportant things are now broadcast to people who care more or less than they should. Very important things are not broadcast to people who either would or should care, for reasons no one knows except to say that “no media is neutral”. I think it’s come to the point that if you to broadcast the most important thing for anyone to hear ever, very few people would actually pay heed to it because they are too bombarded by information and solicitation and fake urgency. They are also disillusioned.
Alyssa
There comes to be a point in every man’s life when he can no longer pretend to be satisfied, happy. Some inner space of self respect and pride grows as we age, and refuses to be ignored. We broadcast our sadness, daring anyone to ask, why?
“Attention! Attention!” The announcement was broadcasted throughout the building. “There has been a breach in security. Notify a guard if you spot any questionable behavior, or if your safety has been threatened. Do not leave this building under any circumstances!”
S.O.S this is a Broadcast of the crazy ass human system, consumption is killing us all, please make haste and conserve your waste, and love you neighbor, unfortunately they might be the last thing you taste!!!
News stations aren’t trustworthy. When they report they are only thinking about what people think they want to hear. It’s like Yelp reviews, if they only place positive responses at the top then how can it be a reliable source?
Sarah
the walls came crashing down
the building fell into a dust bunny
we thought of what it meant
when it really meant nothing
your newspaper
your digital dream
pixelated, hard to see
oh, those cable complexities
24 hour broadcasts
misinformation
destroyed distance
and nothing was left.
Matty M.
the static was killing my ears.
waiting, waiting, i had been waiting all day.
i just wanted to know the winning numbers that were to be broadcasted.
but there was only static.
and then, finally.
finally, i heard them.
4…8…7….7
I jumped for joy.
I had won.
Why the need to broadcast personal information?
Keep it to yourself. No one cares.
But we are obsessed with telling all.
Information overload.
One day it will tumble on us and collapse us in a heap–
all our terrible secrets, large and small.
it’s a very good thing to know about the world. there are many things happening and thinking people are creating new ideas and i can know how these ideas changing the world.
The television is loud and bangin in my ears. I cant think. The voiceless words come to me like colorless paint. I switch the tv off hoping to find some peace. That doesn’t help.
My heartbeat is in my throat, the pounding broadcasting my anxiety to the world. I am speechless in your presence, I am lost, I cannot say the things I have been holding in my head, my chest, my every waking moment. My eyes are wide and struggling, shouting the secret as I tremble on the brink. I have never been happier to abandon my senses. I have never wanted more to drift in your echo forever.
“Today’s broadcast is brought to you by – ”
“Something I don’t give one iota of a shit about,” grumbled Gary as he shut off the radio. I watched as he returned to the kitchen to check on the waffle iron.
I was working on a crossword in a book I had gotten for Christmas. I was stuck on 25-down. I had an o, an e, and a t, but I couldn’t quite figure it out.
“You know anything about music, Gary?”
He snorted. “Contemporary.”
broadcast…. i like to broadcast my self to the world sometimes in forms of skimpy clothing and gallons of makeup. that’s just what girls do they say we get dressed up and then go find a mate for the night. i like to broadcast myself not to find someone to fuck but so someone will notice that i am not invisible.
She watches the broadcast with a pillow hiding the lower half of her face, ready to jump up and cover her eyes if need be. It’s frighting. Is the world going to end? Terror. War. Everywhere. The broadcaster pressed his lips to the microphone as he talks, to scared to enunciate.
The broadcast went out on all channels. There was trouble. Jack had just seconds to respond. He was the only one in position to do anything to try to stop this from happening.
He readied his Glock and charged ahead into the gloom, hoping his speed would give him just enough time.
I said we should go see the Foo Fighters, she said “Sorry, but I Like Broadcast, Foo Fighters aren’t really my thing.” Shot down again.
The finch hopped cautiously on the feeble branch. The branch broke anyway. Down fell the finch, falling falling, until its wings caught on a gust of wind. The gust corralled the finch into a graceful landing on the hood of a car. That was the last graceful thing the finch would ever do. The stray bullet, nearly bigger than the bird itself, tore through the small body. The blood left behind was not the finch’s but that of the slumped over teenager in the front seat.
Broadcast across the radio waves. fuck the fcc. say whatever you want! they can’t stop you anymore. It’s the end of the world for christs’ sake. It’s time to tear down the government and the walls they put around us. We are declaring the War of the Worlds. For real this time.
The world may end during the planetary alignment that takes place on December 21, 2012. Prepare yourselves for a spiritually enlightening event. Beware of bouncers.
The broadcast was a disaster. The lights fell from the ceiling and the newscast were screaming and running around everywhere. No one could have predicted that it was going to go so horribly wrong. So everyone finally got their shit together and cleaned everything up. Tomorrow will be a new day.
”Do you have to do that,” she asked, ”broadcast to the whole world what you are doing every minute of the day? Do you think we are interested? Who do you think is going to listen to you?”
He expected one day that he would have to explain.
“Don’t be such a nancy,” he said. “it is just what I do.” He had often thought how he would tell her, and how she would react.
The crackle of broken airwaves pummeled the man’s eardrums. He flinched and adjusted the radio’s dials. He swore when the crackle persisted. No emergency wave was getting out tonight. He hoped that Kiwi and Hotel had found safe coordinates to nest at tonight. The air was thin. His knees ached as they always when a bad Chem Wind was blowing in. It felt like a strong one. He better make doubly sure all holes were plugged or he’d be a twisted mummy by morning.
You can sing it on the mountains
You can broadcast it through the air
You can scream it till the heavens fall
But you’re a liar and I really don’t care
Don’t get mad at me for figuring out
Your deception and your lies
You got caught
And you thought
The harder you fought
I would’ve see your ugly disguise
A flash of a camera. A microphone shoved in her face. A mumble and murmur, and vague smile, and there it was. Dashed all over the papers, a fabricated story and whodunnit. Another day, another lie.
Fire me up. Voices clap in rapture and lava. And all around the slow steady hum of static climbs into my ears. Slowly enveloping the poor broadcast. Gone.
Fire me thousands. A lightening broadcast cared only for a porch, and a 90 year old woman sitting on a porch with a mouth full of stores.
This is the broadcast for today: Jesus loves you and died for you. He wants you to spend eternity with Him in a place of beauty and peace. Just open the door and ask Him in. Just do it.
there’s no more room on the couch so he’s crouched on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. his parents are very, very tense and still, his loquacious aunt and uncle silent for possibly the first time in as long as he’s known them. the lot of them are fixated on the tv in a way that his mother usually scolds him for, gaping open-mouthed and deaf to the rest of the world. he weaves his fingers through Scout’s silky white fur and waits for the man on the screen to stop speaking, because his mother had hushed him already when he’d tried to ask questions.
without a word, his father gets up from the couch quite suddenly, and for a moment he thinks that the important part is over and the adults will go back to chattering now. but his father simply locks the door, and shuts the blinds, and then sinks slowly back into his seat.
Broadcast to the whole world
a sad and sombre song
to send you to sleep.
Shouting to all the world useless news.
The broadcast waves threw off the bats’ sonar. They were confused, bumped into the windows, in some parts breaking them.
well broadcasting is mostly used to portray information in manner that is approved by the government to inform the masses of current happenings from events around the world as well as locally. It is difficult to tell what is true and whats bullshit, you definetley cant take every thing they say to be the 100% truth. kinda have pick through the bullshit and be able to tell whats really going on. maybe thats just me though, maybe i just think into to it too much. But who knows maybe im right? And then again… who gives a fuck? am i done yet?……..
You hear the words you wrote so carelessly last night broadcast across the kitchen and you flush red. Who gave her permission to read your diary? Those were your private thoughts, not anything you’d ever say to anyone. You turn away.
I watched him from across the dining room table. His smile captivated my eyes; my family listened to every joke, every stupid little compliment. I couldn’t hear the words falling from his tongue, but I knew they counted.
I knew he was it.
My history class was assigned to write and record a radio broadcast from the 1920’s using their era’s language, slang, and style. My part included writing an interview with a famous person of that time and also writing a commercial of a popular product of the time. I chose to interview Charlie Chaplin, a famous silent film producer, and I wrote a commercial about Kleenex, which were actually first introduced to the public as a makeup removing napkin.
i believe to broadcast is announce something in public. to broadcast to let the people know what you have in mind and to let the public be aware of what you are thinking and what your
It’s easy to broadcast your dislike for someone, but it’s so much more difficult to defend someone who’s being insulted.
YOU CAN BROADCAST A SHOW IN GENERAL. ALSO A PODCAST WHICH IS MORE OF AN INTERNET TOOL. i LOVE THE IDEA OF BROADCASTING YOURSELF ON THE INTERNET. ARTISTS OR ANYONE ELSE CAN BROADCAAST THEMSELVES ON THE INTERNET. IT’S AMAZING.
La trasmisión se interrumpió súbitamente, todos se alarmaron, algunos mataron a sus familias, sospechaban del apocalipsis zombie, la tercera guerra mundial, un mundo de caos. Simplemente el switcher se quedó dormido.
Broadcasting is not really a new concept, it just got easier, and therefore carries less of the effect it intended to have. Very unimportant things are now broadcast to people who care more or less than they should. Very important things are not broadcast to people who either would or should care, for reasons no one knows except to say that “no media is neutral”. I think it’s come to the point that if you to broadcast the most important thing for anyone to hear ever, very few people would actually pay heed to it because they are too bombarded by information and solicitation and fake urgency. They are also disillusioned.
There comes to be a point in every man’s life when he can no longer pretend to be satisfied, happy. Some inner space of self respect and pride grows as we age, and refuses to be ignored. We broadcast our sadness, daring anyone to ask, why?
“Attention! Attention!” The announcement was broadcasted throughout the building. “There has been a breach in security. Notify a guard if you spot any questionable behavior, or if your safety has been threatened. Do not leave this building under any circumstances!”
S.O.S this is a Broadcast of the crazy ass human system, consumption is killing us all, please make haste and conserve your waste, and love you neighbor, unfortunately they might be the last thing you taste!!!
News stations aren’t trustworthy. When they report they are only thinking about what people think they want to hear. It’s like Yelp reviews, if they only place positive responses at the top then how can it be a reliable source?
the walls came crashing down
the building fell into a dust bunny
we thought of what it meant
when it really meant nothing
your newspaper
your digital dream
pixelated, hard to see
oh, those cable complexities
24 hour broadcasts
misinformation
destroyed distance
and nothing was left.
the static was killing my ears.
waiting, waiting, i had been waiting all day.
i just wanted to know the winning numbers that were to be broadcasted.
but there was only static.
and then, finally.
finally, i heard them.
4…8…7….7
I jumped for joy.
I had won.
Why the need to broadcast personal information?
Keep it to yourself. No one cares.
But we are obsessed with telling all.
Information overload.
One day it will tumble on us and collapse us in a heap–
all our terrible secrets, large and small.
The broadcast. Shout it out.
Let your mind explode every thought in the form of blinding, flying words.
it’s a very good thing to know about the world. there are many things happening and thinking people are creating new ideas and i can know how these ideas changing the world.