He kept asking me where I put it, but he wasn’t telling me what the ‘it’ was. This was the game we played every day when I stopped in to see Mr. Riddle. His mind had gone somewhere else a long time ago, but now you could tell that it was never coming back. For awhile, I’d been able to talk with him for a few hours; he’d remember a lot of what we talked about and forget some. Now the whole thing was turned around; he could remember for about a second or two, then it was gone, like smoke, no, more like steam. Today, he was asking me where I put it, and I couldn’t figure out what he meant. “You’re a smart kid, why can’t you find it?” he asked.
“Mr. R, I don’t know what the it is you’re talking about.” Then he gave me the finger. This nice old British guy who I’d known for years, who’d taught me how to drink tea the right way (with milk, no sugar), who’d told me all about the war (he didn’t fight in it, he was some kind of warden who went around London at night, rounding up people to run for cover); this nice old guy flipped me the bird. Then he did it again and again. All of a sudden, I got what the it was.
Candy. Inside the cookie jar with the bird on the lid. Do you think he was flipping me the bird so I could connect the bird with the cookie jar? I asked a nurse I know who takes care of people like Mr. R. “God, Rudy, that’s very complex for someone in his condition. I think you made a lucky guess is what I think.” She can say what she wants. The way I see it, maybe people who have what Mr. R has have a lot more going for them than we think. I’m going to stick with that theory. Because Jesus, I love the old guy.
ruby
Something I crave nonstop, but really do not crave (mentally).
People like to consider me candy, though. Eye candy. I find the whole measure absolutely ridiculous, as I am not sweet, I am more bitter. But I can agree, I am bad for your health.
The shop was filled with luxurious sweets. The windows displayed the vibrant pinks and reds of the candy. The scent of sugar filled the small shop in a way that made your mouth water.
Jonaya
I LOVE CANDY IT IS REALLY YUMMY AND ITS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
AND ON HALLOWEEN WE GET CANDY FROM STRANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I LOVE CANDY AND I THINK INSTEAD OF RAIN RAINING I WANT CANDY TO RAIN THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE CANDY SOO MUCH THAT I COULD EAT IT ALL DAY AND MY FAVORITE CANDY IS NOW AND LATER THAT IS THE BEST CANDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
MADELEINE
i love candy its a yummy food and candy is candy i love candy i dont care if i onyly eat candy its yummt and on halloween we get andy from stagers
kate
She had always liked candy. She loved the sweetness, the calm, pure joy that exploded across her tongue with each piece. It’s why she kept a bowl of candy on her desk.
But, watching him stuff the fifth Jolly Rancher into his mouth, sticky green spit bursting from the corner of his mouth as he did so, and toss the wrapper onto her desk alongside the others made her want to dump the entire bowl into the garbage.
The orange-pink hue of the plastic wrapped sugar glistened on the table as I nodded along to make sure they thought I was still listening.
Mo
Something inside my brain lights up. Tells me “This is good!” but I take a bite and I’m not satisfied.
Sam
I had the candy cane for Christmas . I had my favorite candy bar for midnight snack and it was Cincinnati reds candy BAR.
Jamesrotties
Candy is dandy, liquor is quicker. But everything in this world just makes me feel sicker. The bile rises, the hunger wanes. I want December and candy canes.
Shoo
I love candy. There are different types of candy. My favorite type is all of the fruit Candy’s. Different types of candy taste different. I like sour stuff the most. Chocolate candy is kind of nasty. I only like a couple types of chocolate candy
Cody Wingler
so sweet when you find what you need; what you wish, could be something or any person…
but the problem is when you don’t find candy from you to give it to that… :/
romi maiss
I love candy because it is so goo in my mouth. I go to the dollar store because all the candy is just a dollar.
Simon Woodard
I love candy because it is so goo in my mouth. I go to the
Simon Woodard
“Coffee is like candy for adults.”
“Candy?”
“Yes, like swedish fish.”
“But it’s so gross!”
“At least it doesn’t get stuck in your teeth.”
candy. Who would name their daughter Candy? Sweet? Seductive? Can’t think of another girls name?
asdf
I love candy! I do not like chocolate but I prefer sweet candy like Mike & Ike’s, Skittles, and Sour Patch Kids. I have a candy machine in my house and it is filled with only candy that I like.
Sugary, syrupy, sticky sweet, the crystalline confection crunched and cracked and turned to goo.
ml
She popped the chocolate in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “I’ve always thought that it was more complicated than that. Isn’t it?” He looked at her, puzzled. “Why should it be?” She shrugged nonchalantly. It was an act. Her insides were screaming and the candy wasn’t really helping.
I take you to the candy shop.
Amazing how you want them throughout your childhood and yet today when I sit to write about it, I am short of words.
Sharan Bindra
He took the wrapper off the lollypop then stuck it in his mouth. He rolled it around and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, She watched him do it over and over and swallowed with him.
Green
Candy is the root of all evil or at the very least the root cause of hyperactivity, tooth decay and overweight children.
“It’s like taking candy from a baby.” That’s not a very nice saying. But why is it so common and popular? As times change, and as people change, words we use and say change and evolve. Even the word “candy” was once only known as sweets. The only “candy” I knew growing up was “cotton candy”, which people nowadays call “fairy floss”.
liyasha85
The touch was delightful. A world of caloric density lay just beyond the tactile return of tooth and tongue on candied surface. No-one would understand, no matter how universal the experience of loving an inanimate object.
Candy
The clouds looked like cotton candy, or how she imagined cotton candy should look like. She had never seen it in real life, much less tasted it. But as she lay on her back, she imagined that it would taste cloud clouds, light and smooth on the tongue, slightly sweet and watery.
It comes, it goes, and it leaves you with nothing.
Atari
Candy. Quick, tangy, sweet. It melts on your tongue, fizzles out in your stomach. And you are left with nothing.
Atari Kerr
You are like candy to me. I had one taste, and in turn was completely enamored from the sensation. I am all yours; you have all of me. Anything you want, I will do it. I am transported to a state of euphoria from your very touch.
It’s a form of addiction. An addiction to feeling understood, accepted, a part of this journey for two. Where an intimate confession transformed into a level of closeness I have never had before.
Life changing events can happen in the blink of an eye. And most times you don’t realize you are in them when you are.
Being apart from your embrace was torture. I don’t know what was worse, going through the withdrawals then or looking back now on how that situation could be the future normal.
Will you, a candied delicacy, one day wake up and not care any longer? Will you, my love, come to believe I am not worth being with all that you are?
I would not want to live in a world without your sweet embrace. Your thoughts are sugar crystals. Your mind the entire chocolate fountain. You send goosebumps down my arms and shivers down my spine. My heart beating out of my chest, my soul captive under your spell.
The fact that all this could cease to be through a change of gears, a flip of a page, or a fork in the road is one I continue to twist and turn over in my mind.
I’m on a sugar high, bouncing back and forth on the walls of my brain. Could there be a time where we no longer feel this way? Where we don’t know what became of us? Where we don’t want to be as we are?
The idea of this makes me want to run and hide before something irreversible happens. A candy once so sweet and pure resulting in sour bitterness? Unfathomable.
Hannah
You are like candy to me. I had one taste, and in turn was completely enamored from the sensation. I am all yours; you have all of me. Anything you want, I will do it. I am transported to a state of euphoria from your very touch.
It’s a form of addiction. An addiction to feeling understood, accepted, a part of this journey for two. Where an intimate confession transformed into a level of closeness I have never had before.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Being apart from your embrace was torture. I don’t know what was worse, going through the withdrawals then or looking back now on that potential normal.
Will you, a sweet delicacy of every person you touch, one day wake up and not want me any longer? Am I worth being with all you are?
I can’t imagine being without your sweet embrace. Your thoughts are sugar crystals. Your minf the whole chocolate fountain. You send goosebumps down my arms, excitement shivering down my spine, my heart beating out of my chest.
The fact that all this could cease to be through a change of gears, a different way of thinking, a time where we grow apart is one I continue to twist and turn over in my mind.
I’m on a sugar high, bouncing back and forth on the walls of my brain. Could there be a time where we no longer feel this way? Where we don’t know what became of us? Where we don’t want to be together?
The very idea of this makes me want to run and hide before something irreversible happens. A candy once so sweet and pure resulting in sour bitterness? Unfathomable.
Hannah
He looked at her and swore his teeth would rot. The amount of kindness she stored inside her soul was sickening. The boy just couldn’t understand how the girl could give and give, but never take. He swore he could get a cavity just thinking about her. But he wouldn’t think about her. For fear of ruining his teeth. Yeah, his teeth and nothing else.
Seth put out a bowl of candy for the children to pick at, and then he led me into his office. The room was white and shrouded with red curtains, so the entire space had a soft, yet evocative, pink glow. I sat down on one of the couches, and Seth wheeled his way over to his desk, swiping a folded piece of paper from its surface before opening it up.
“I’ve wanted to read this to you for a long time,” he said, “but I didn’t want your kids to know about it.”
Belinda Roddie
The candy store was huge it was row after row of candy and so many colours and so many choses it was mind blowing it was like sweet haven!
Rebecca
The best part of Halloween is to sort the candies. Keep the best for yourself and donate the rest to the dentist office to gain some goodwill !
Oh, Candy Candy Candy – My sugar is sweet as candy – And he is mine.
Licking my candy his/her taste never fades and oh I wish I could slick off their sweat and add it to everything I consume.
Zoe
Sweet. Tasty. Sour. How can i describe it? Maybe in the way the smell lingers in his hair. Or the way her lips redden from its color. Candy.
Uvie
Christian popped the caramel into his mouth, rolling it around curiously.
“I don’t know why you wanted one, it’s not like you have taste buds,” Takumi sighed. He jolted when Christian bit down harshly on the candy with a sharp crunch.
“I like them,” he shrugged.
Candy is delicious! It is my favorite. I love chocolate with pecans the most. Candy is sweet and comes in different flavors and colors.
kandi
My family loves candy. I remember growing up and my mom would go to the store to buy my dad candy bars. And, I don’t mean just one candy bar, but LOTS of candy bars! I think that is where
Christi Thomson
Liss and Jack kept going around the carnival looking for a way out, they had been trapped in there for two days now with other people too. But the other ones didn’t seem to care, they were playing with the attractions or trying to win prizes like they just arrived. Kids ran past them with cotton candy, that reminded them they hadn’t eaten in twelve hours.
He kept asking me where I put it, but he wasn’t telling me what the ‘it’ was. This was the game we played every day when I stopped in to see Mr. Riddle. His mind had gone somewhere else a long time ago, but now you could tell that it was never coming back. For awhile, I’d been able to talk with him for a few hours; he’d remember a lot of what we talked about and forget some. Now the whole thing was turned around; he could remember for about a second or two, then it was gone, like smoke, no, more like steam. Today, he was asking me where I put it, and I couldn’t figure out what he meant. “You’re a smart kid, why can’t you find it?” he asked.
“Mr. R, I don’t know what the it is you’re talking about.” Then he gave me the finger. This nice old British guy who I’d known for years, who’d taught me how to drink tea the right way (with milk, no sugar), who’d told me all about the war (he didn’t fight in it, he was some kind of warden who went around London at night, rounding up people to run for cover); this nice old guy flipped me the bird. Then he did it again and again. All of a sudden, I got what the it was.
Candy. Inside the cookie jar with the bird on the lid. Do you think he was flipping me the bird so I could connect the bird with the cookie jar? I asked a nurse I know who takes care of people like Mr. R. “God, Rudy, that’s very complex for someone in his condition. I think you made a lucky guess is what I think.” She can say what she wants. The way I see it, maybe people who have what Mr. R has have a lot more going for them than we think. I’m going to stick with that theory. Because Jesus, I love the old guy.
Something I crave nonstop, but really do not crave (mentally).
People like to consider me candy, though. Eye candy. I find the whole measure absolutely ridiculous, as I am not sweet, I am more bitter. But I can agree, I am bad for your health.
The shop was filled with luxurious sweets. The windows displayed the vibrant pinks and reds of the candy. The scent of sugar filled the small shop in a way that made your mouth water.
I LOVE CANDY IT IS REALLY YUMMY AND ITS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
AND ON HALLOWEEN WE GET CANDY FROM STRANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I LOVE CANDY AND I THINK INSTEAD OF RAIN RAINING I WANT CANDY TO RAIN THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE CANDY SOO MUCH THAT I COULD EAT IT ALL DAY AND MY FAVORITE CANDY IS NOW AND LATER THAT IS THE BEST CANDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
i love candy its a yummy food and candy is candy i love candy i dont care if i onyly eat candy its yummt and on halloween we get andy from stagers
She had always liked candy. She loved the sweetness, the calm, pure joy that exploded across her tongue with each piece. It’s why she kept a bowl of candy on her desk.
But, watching him stuff the fifth Jolly Rancher into his mouth, sticky green spit bursting from the corner of his mouth as he did so, and toss the wrapper onto her desk alongside the others made her want to dump the entire bowl into the garbage.
The orange-pink hue of the plastic wrapped sugar glistened on the table as I nodded along to make sure they thought I was still listening.
Something inside my brain lights up. Tells me “This is good!” but I take a bite and I’m not satisfied.
I had the candy cane for Christmas . I had my favorite candy bar for midnight snack and it was Cincinnati reds candy BAR.
Candy is dandy, liquor is quicker. But everything in this world just makes me feel sicker. The bile rises, the hunger wanes. I want December and candy canes.
I love candy. There are different types of candy. My favorite type is all of the fruit Candy’s. Different types of candy taste different. I like sour stuff the most. Chocolate candy is kind of nasty. I only like a couple types of chocolate candy
so sweet when you find what you need; what you wish, could be something or any person…
but the problem is when you don’t find candy from you to give it to that… :/
I love candy because it is so goo in my mouth. I go to the dollar store because all the candy is just a dollar.
I love candy because it is so goo in my mouth. I go to the
“Coffee is like candy for adults.”
“Candy?”
“Yes, like swedish fish.”
“But it’s so gross!”
“At least it doesn’t get stuck in your teeth.”
candy. Who would name their daughter Candy? Sweet? Seductive? Can’t think of another girls name?
I love candy! I do not like chocolate but I prefer sweet candy like Mike & Ike’s, Skittles, and Sour Patch Kids. I have a candy machine in my house and it is filled with only candy that I like.
Sugary, syrupy, sticky sweet, the crystalline confection crunched and cracked and turned to goo.
She popped the chocolate in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “I’ve always thought that it was more complicated than that. Isn’t it?” He looked at her, puzzled. “Why should it be?” She shrugged nonchalantly. It was an act. Her insides were screaming and the candy wasn’t really helping.
I take you to the candy shop.
Amazing how you want them throughout your childhood and yet today when I sit to write about it, I am short of words.
He took the wrapper off the lollypop then stuck it in his mouth. He rolled it around and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, She watched him do it over and over and swallowed with him.
Candy is the root of all evil or at the very least the root cause of hyperactivity, tooth decay and overweight children.
bloody i donot like chewing candy. i donot know why i feen some unuaal taste while thinking of it.
“It’s like taking candy from a baby.” That’s not a very nice saying. But why is it so common and popular? As times change, and as people change, words we use and say change and evolve. Even the word “candy” was once only known as sweets. The only “candy” I knew growing up was “cotton candy”, which people nowadays call “fairy floss”.
The touch was delightful. A world of caloric density lay just beyond the tactile return of tooth and tongue on candied surface. No-one would understand, no matter how universal the experience of loving an inanimate object.
The clouds looked like cotton candy, or how she imagined cotton candy should look like. She had never seen it in real life, much less tasted it. But as she lay on her back, she imagined that it would taste cloud clouds, light and smooth on the tongue, slightly sweet and watery.
Candy again, I see.
More emptiness for you and me?
So sweet, so addictive, so sly and cunning.
It comes, it goes, and it leaves you with nothing.
Candy. Quick, tangy, sweet. It melts on your tongue, fizzles out in your stomach. And you are left with nothing.
You are like candy to me. I had one taste, and in turn was completely enamored from the sensation. I am all yours; you have all of me. Anything you want, I will do it. I am transported to a state of euphoria from your very touch.
It’s a form of addiction. An addiction to feeling understood, accepted, a part of this journey for two. Where an intimate confession transformed into a level of closeness I have never had before.
Life changing events can happen in the blink of an eye. And most times you don’t realize you are in them when you are.
Being apart from your embrace was torture. I don’t know what was worse, going through the withdrawals then or looking back now on how that situation could be the future normal.
Will you, a candied delicacy, one day wake up and not care any longer? Will you, my love, come to believe I am not worth being with all that you are?
I would not want to live in a world without your sweet embrace. Your thoughts are sugar crystals. Your mind the entire chocolate fountain. You send goosebumps down my arms and shivers down my spine. My heart beating out of my chest, my soul captive under your spell.
The fact that all this could cease to be through a change of gears, a flip of a page, or a fork in the road is one I continue to twist and turn over in my mind.
I’m on a sugar high, bouncing back and forth on the walls of my brain. Could there be a time where we no longer feel this way? Where we don’t know what became of us? Where we don’t want to be as we are?
The idea of this makes me want to run and hide before something irreversible happens. A candy once so sweet and pure resulting in sour bitterness? Unfathomable.
You are like candy to me. I had one taste, and in turn was completely enamored from the sensation. I am all yours; you have all of me. Anything you want, I will do it. I am transported to a state of euphoria from your very touch.
It’s a form of addiction. An addiction to feeling understood, accepted, a part of this journey for two. Where an intimate confession transformed into a level of closeness I have never had before.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Being apart from your embrace was torture. I don’t know what was worse, going through the withdrawals then or looking back now on that potential normal.
Will you, a sweet delicacy of every person you touch, one day wake up and not want me any longer? Am I worth being with all you are?
I can’t imagine being without your sweet embrace. Your thoughts are sugar crystals. Your minf the whole chocolate fountain. You send goosebumps down my arms, excitement shivering down my spine, my heart beating out of my chest.
The fact that all this could cease to be through a change of gears, a different way of thinking, a time where we grow apart is one I continue to twist and turn over in my mind.
I’m on a sugar high, bouncing back and forth on the walls of my brain. Could there be a time where we no longer feel this way? Where we don’t know what became of us? Where we don’t want to be together?
The very idea of this makes me want to run and hide before something irreversible happens. A candy once so sweet and pure resulting in sour bitterness? Unfathomable.
He looked at her and swore his teeth would rot. The amount of kindness she stored inside her soul was sickening. The boy just couldn’t understand how the girl could give and give, but never take. He swore he could get a cavity just thinking about her. But he wouldn’t think about her. For fear of ruining his teeth. Yeah, his teeth and nothing else.
Seth put out a bowl of candy for the children to pick at, and then he led me into his office. The room was white and shrouded with red curtains, so the entire space had a soft, yet evocative, pink glow. I sat down on one of the couches, and Seth wheeled his way over to his desk, swiping a folded piece of paper from its surface before opening it up.
“I’ve wanted to read this to you for a long time,” he said, “but I didn’t want your kids to know about it.”
The candy store was huge it was row after row of candy and so many colours and so many choses it was mind blowing it was like sweet haven!
The best part of Halloween is to sort the candies. Keep the best for yourself and donate the rest to the dentist office to gain some goodwill !
Oh, Candy Candy Candy – My sugar is sweet as candy – And he is mine.
Licking my candy his/her taste never fades and oh I wish I could slick off their sweat and add it to everything I consume.
Sweet. Tasty. Sour. How can i describe it? Maybe in the way the smell lingers in his hair. Or the way her lips redden from its color. Candy.
Christian popped the caramel into his mouth, rolling it around curiously.
“I don’t know why you wanted one, it’s not like you have taste buds,” Takumi sighed. He jolted when Christian bit down harshly on the candy with a sharp crunch.
“I like them,” he shrugged.
Candy is delicious! It is my favorite. I love chocolate with pecans the most. Candy is sweet and comes in different flavors and colors.
My family loves candy. I remember growing up and my mom would go to the store to buy my dad candy bars. And, I don’t mean just one candy bar, but LOTS of candy bars! I think that is where
Liss and Jack kept going around the carnival looking for a way out, they had been trapped in there for two days now with other people too. But the other ones didn’t seem to care, they were playing with the attractions or trying to win prizes like they just arrived. Kids ran past them with cotton candy, that reminded them they hadn’t eaten in twelve hours.