They said it was going to be easy to work on the gold mine, they never tell you you’re going to end all covered in carbon and sweety, they only promise you that somewhere down there you’ll find what you’ve been looking for… gold.
So scientific. Carbon monoxide. Carbon Dioxide. Where is it supposed to go? Where did it come from? Who named it this!? I have no idea. Carbon waste. The more I look at this word, the more I see garbage. I don’t know why. Is Carbon really garbage? No, we can’t survive without it. Therefore, could anything?
tinsley
Carbon is an element found in almost every organic thing. You can find it in people, foods, the ground and lots of other places too. Carbon is a big important element in life.
Dakota Nickel
The fire burned until the only thing left was ash.
“Lily,”
“Yes?”
“There’s only carbon here now. You’ve destroyed everything. How could you do this?”
“I felt it. I felt the destruction in my and had to do it. It’s the only way.”
Rachel
i think carbon is a part of the periodic table. Either way it’s something that’s always floating in the air, like some sort of weird thing. like thoughts, and feelings. awkward silences and pauses, filled with looks that mean more then just normal looks. Looks that mean everything to someone and nothing to someone else. those are the worse.
Katelyn
“I can’t breath!”
“I know, I’m working on it…”
“You… you have the mask… I need it!”
“I need it too, I can’t just give it up, there’s no oxygen!”
“Only…only carbon diox…”
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…but I need to breath too…”
Bekah
We are all made up of carbon. Well, not entirely. But as humans we have carbon in us. But so much of us cannot be described by the elements on the periodic table, but rather by the elements of our soul. Love, companionship, greed, etc. These things cannot be explained by science.
Thank you for submitting your manuscript to Little, Brown and Company Publishing. Unfortunately, we are not interested in ‘Blood Lovers Part One: Vampire’s Masquerade’ at this time. While we feel it has potential, the theme is similar to other successful titles recently published and we’re looking for more original and cutting-edge stories.
The world is being fucked by carbon. We are releasing much more of it into the world around us than the earth and it’s plants are able to absorb. This is creating global climate change and that in turn is killing more of the carbon absorbing plants. It’s all conspiring to create a vicious death cycle and we are going to have to shape the end result.
Carbon built up agaisnt the walls of the clay jar from all the fire crackers thrown in by the kids on Cinco de Mayo. It could be scrapped out with the finger nails and filed itself under the nails. The poser farmers did this to appear hard workers when all they did was look pretty
matt
Carbon is a girl’s best friend.
Carbon is a diamond.
Diamond can cut through glass.
Just as a girl can cut through your heart.
MD
I already wrote about carbon. Whereas it is an interesting start – I wonder how this site works, and how random the word choices are. The dust on my desk from the carbon of the last hour is slowly spreading and dimming my sight, along with my interest in this page.
niemczyk
I was talking to someone about how the olympics in China caused all the factories to be closed down temporarily for the runners and temps went up two degrees in CA because of the pollution blocking the sun less. Does this mean the carbon footprint might actually be cooling Californians off? Weird.
God, leather-jacketed, hair black back-slicked and thinning, wild madness lighting his eyes, had pushed his Cadillac forth from the darkness of the road, wound spooled across the concave cliffs, screaming, from the observation decks of his lungs, “Let there be flight!” And a rolling staccato roar blew backwards from the engine pipes, a jet-engine thrust and wings of angelic fire, burned toward the Morning Star, himself a greaser type–adopted the look, not native. Pale knuckles wound ’round the wheel, saddled akin, an equivalent armor of Detroit Steel, a rectangle of oblong forms, and a blasting furnace coughing like a machine gun, each hack pushing him forward another twenty feet. The distance between them narrowing like a long-ish blink.
“I got ‘im this time,” Satan said, retracting one arm from the wheel and sliding a comb through his hair. “I’ll kill the bastard!” hooted God, and he hooted more and more into a crazy scream. The two blew carbon from their exhaust pipes, like chrome birth canals.
The two wailing elemental fools, never doubting themselves or their opponent, intersected in a clamor that was not entirely unlike a train full of howler monkeys derailed by a grand piano. Carbon spilled out, was swept up in the waves of gasoline and spite, to wait for a billion years for its chance to repeat the same scene, ad naseum.
The carbon was building up in his stomch. Tyler then felt his stomach tightning. Like it was in a knot. All of the sudden his eyes started to water, his nose got runny, and as he raised his hand to ask to go to the bathroom. PLAHH.
sam
Diamonds are made of this. And so is coal. I think we’re based on it, too. Add ‘ara’ and you get a type of pasta. But coal and diamonds make shitty pasta.
Joe
I know what the carbon foot print of a middle class citizen is like because I am one. But how large is the carbon print of the rich and ultra rich?
paulie aragon
Carbon copy paper. Paper clips. Pens. Paper. Envelopes. Secretary.
Everything needed for a successful business. Unfortunately, no business.
Carbon. That was the page that separated the copies when you needed to make them. It was a deep purple, but we know carbon to be black. So what was that “carbon” copy paper anyways?
Dan
She was a carbon copy of her sister Meredith. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes, the similarities between the two sisters was rattling. He smiled faintly at the woman before him, she returned his smile. “So pleased do meet you,” Henry said in a voice just above a whisper, the woman nodded in return, “Your name, Miss?” he asked.
The woman bowed faintly, her rosy lips twisted into a faint smile as she said, “Jezebel Monsieur…”
She had a french accent, Meredith didn’t have a french accent Henry realized, “Ah Miss, have you grown in a French environment—sorry I’m just asking as your sister speaks with an English accent,” he asked, his eyebrow twitching upwards in confusion.
The woman with a perplexed expression on her face responded, “Sorry sir? But what? I am French and to my knowledge I do not have a sister. I was born in a family of four sons.”
Henry, startled by the new information the woman bore took a step back, “What? But, no I know someone who looks exactly like you! I thought you were her twin sister!” He yelped.
Aisha
El carbon me induce a pensar sobre las energias no renobables, cosa que nos esta llebando a verdaderas catastrofes ecologicas
sara
Carbon is a gas I think. Or maybe it’s a metal. It makes me think of the song carbon copy. But I have no clue or idea what carbon is. I know what carbonated drinks are. They are sodas. They are pretty good.
Kiki
I don’t know about you, but carbon always makes me think of cars. Need for speed-esque black metal that covers the bonnet like a far stretching horizon of modern industry and, well, speed. I know that carbon is gas and it’s all very scientific and whatnot, but speed is so relevant to everything. The speed of life, the speed of a car, the speed of everything. I guess what i’m trying to say is… everything goes so fast nowadays. Traffic wheels by us at 90mph on a triple laned motorway and no one takes time to stop and look over at the trees and cliffs that lie not 30 feet from us. It’s just a sorry state of affairs, really. Thanks carbon, thanks a lot.
James
carbon filled the air chocking me, intoxicating my heart. My head crashed to the floor leaving the light nothing but empty and dark.
gemma
I know that carbon is an atom. I don’t what it to mix it with to make something else. I also know that carbon is in something very important to humans, maybe water or air.
I thought all along that you were as essential as oxygen to my survival, to my making it in this world, to my ever fleeting happiness. I knew realistically that I would not physically die without you, but it wasn’t a corporeal death I feared; I feared that the light in me would slowly splutter out and all the good in me would burn away if you were to not be there anymore. I feared the death of my soul. Like air, I breathed you in with desperate rapture and blue lips, for you were carbon monoxide and I had already lost my soul with you before I could even know.
The basic of chemical construction, the element and primordial piece on the construction of sentient life, complex life. What would we do without it? This, my dear friend, is the building block of life in the universe, you should respect it.
It was strange, she thought, to imagine distant planets, in other galaxies, which neither knew nor cared about her existence in the slightest. Planets with fields of graphite which would write on her feet as she walked and mountains of diamond that would glitter in the orange glow of a distant dying star, some other planet’s sun. She glanced to her right, just long enough to take in his image, and wondered if he was thinking about distant places, too, or just about the way her hair would feel tangled in his fingers, or some other girl’s hair, maybe. Amazing how, in such a vast universe, the thought of his fingertips on her collarbone could make her heart skip beats, and somehow dwarf, in her mind, even the most massive distant galaxies.
carbon is an element and it is often found in most life forms. carbon dioxide is bad for the planet in lagre amounts as it contributes to the green house effect penguins can die. and that is never good because they are cute and fluffy.
jessica menzies
carbon is science. chemistry to be exact. it is paired with other elements to make compound substances. carbon dioxide. CO2. its what your body breathes out when you breathe in oxygen.
alex
Carbon makes me think of coal. Coal is made up of carbon right? I like coal because you can cook over it and make some great food. I don’t remember exactly what is special about carbon atoms, but there is something I’m supposed to know…
Nicole
it was pretty dark and dingy down in the cave . The way ahead was filled with carbon darkness that created an eerie sense of being watched by someone from the opening of the tunnel. we still went a ahead, mustering up courage though we knew we were walking in to something dangerous and unknown
zufah
The carbon from the car ahead of me is aweful. I can smell it and it is making me sick.
carbon carbon carbon
an element
a word
a jumble of the persise letters of C-A-R-B-O-N!
GO carbon!!!
joy…
carbon
melody
the way the stars blink so prettily- it’s amazing.
the perfect mix of carbon, hydrogen and all of those other chemicals swirling into a big ball of shining joy
its wonderful
melody
Carbon copies of himself, he thinks
Carbon escapes from his maw with a wince.
It hurts.
He limps to the garage and dies via carbon monoxide poisoning.
They said it was going to be easy to work on the gold mine, they never tell you you’re going to end all covered in carbon and sweety, they only promise you that somewhere down there you’ll find what you’ve been looking for… gold.
So scientific. Carbon monoxide. Carbon Dioxide. Where is it supposed to go? Where did it come from? Who named it this!? I have no idea. Carbon waste. The more I look at this word, the more I see garbage. I don’t know why. Is Carbon really garbage? No, we can’t survive without it. Therefore, could anything?
Carbon is an element found in almost every organic thing. You can find it in people, foods, the ground and lots of other places too. Carbon is a big important element in life.
The fire burned until the only thing left was ash.
“Lily,”
“Yes?”
“There’s only carbon here now. You’ve destroyed everything. How could you do this?”
“I felt it. I felt the destruction in my and had to do it. It’s the only way.”
i think carbon is a part of the periodic table. Either way it’s something that’s always floating in the air, like some sort of weird thing. like thoughts, and feelings. awkward silences and pauses, filled with looks that mean more then just normal looks. Looks that mean everything to someone and nothing to someone else. those are the worse.
“I can’t breath!”
“I know, I’m working on it…”
“You… you have the mask… I need it!”
“I need it too, I can’t just give it up, there’s no oxygen!”
“Only…only carbon diox…”
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…but I need to breath too…”
We are all made up of carbon. Well, not entirely. But as humans we have carbon in us. But so much of us cannot be described by the elements on the periodic table, but rather by the elements of our soul. Love, companionship, greed, etc. These things cannot be explained by science.
Dear Madam,
Thank you for submitting your manuscript to Little, Brown and Company Publishing. Unfortunately, we are not interested in ‘Blood Lovers Part One: Vampire’s Masquerade’ at this time. While we feel it has potential, the theme is similar to other successful titles recently published and we’re looking for more original and cutting-edge stories.
Good luck.
The world is being fucked by carbon. We are releasing much more of it into the world around us than the earth and it’s plants are able to absorb. This is creating global climate change and that in turn is killing more of the carbon absorbing plants. It’s all conspiring to create a vicious death cycle and we are going to have to shape the end result.
Carbon built up agaisnt the walls of the clay jar from all the fire crackers thrown in by the kids on Cinco de Mayo. It could be scrapped out with the finger nails and filed itself under the nails. The poser farmers did this to appear hard workers when all they did was look pretty
Carbon is a girl’s best friend.
Carbon is a diamond.
Diamond can cut through glass.
Just as a girl can cut through your heart.
I already wrote about carbon. Whereas it is an interesting start – I wonder how this site works, and how random the word choices are. The dust on my desk from the carbon of the last hour is slowly spreading and dimming my sight, along with my interest in this page.
I was talking to someone about how the olympics in China caused all the factories to be closed down temporarily for the runners and temps went up two degrees in CA because of the pollution blocking the sun less. Does this mean the carbon footprint might actually be cooling Californians off? Weird.
God, leather-jacketed, hair black back-slicked and thinning, wild madness lighting his eyes, had pushed his Cadillac forth from the darkness of the road, wound spooled across the concave cliffs, screaming, from the observation decks of his lungs, “Let there be flight!” And a rolling staccato roar blew backwards from the engine pipes, a jet-engine thrust and wings of angelic fire, burned toward the Morning Star, himself a greaser type–adopted the look, not native. Pale knuckles wound ’round the wheel, saddled akin, an equivalent armor of Detroit Steel, a rectangle of oblong forms, and a blasting furnace coughing like a machine gun, each hack pushing him forward another twenty feet. The distance between them narrowing like a long-ish blink.
“I got ‘im this time,” Satan said, retracting one arm from the wheel and sliding a comb through his hair. “I’ll kill the bastard!” hooted God, and he hooted more and more into a crazy scream. The two blew carbon from their exhaust pipes, like chrome birth canals.
The two wailing elemental fools, never doubting themselves or their opponent, intersected in a clamor that was not entirely unlike a train full of howler monkeys derailed by a grand piano. Carbon spilled out, was swept up in the waves of gasoline and spite, to wait for a billion years for its chance to repeat the same scene, ad naseum.
The carbon was building up in his stomch. Tyler then felt his stomach tightning. Like it was in a knot. All of the sudden his eyes started to water, his nose got runny, and as he raised his hand to ask to go to the bathroom. PLAHH.
Diamonds are made of this. And so is coal. I think we’re based on it, too. Add ‘ara’ and you get a type of pasta. But coal and diamonds make shitty pasta.
I know what the carbon foot print of a middle class citizen is like because I am one. But how large is the carbon print of the rich and ultra rich?
Carbon copy paper. Paper clips. Pens. Paper. Envelopes. Secretary.
Everything needed for a successful business. Unfortunately, no business.
Carbon. That was the page that separated the copies when you needed to make them. It was a deep purple, but we know carbon to be black. So what was that “carbon” copy paper anyways?
She was a carbon copy of her sister Meredith. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes, the similarities between the two sisters was rattling. He smiled faintly at the woman before him, she returned his smile. “So pleased do meet you,” Henry said in a voice just above a whisper, the woman nodded in return, “Your name, Miss?” he asked.
The woman bowed faintly, her rosy lips twisted into a faint smile as she said, “Jezebel Monsieur…”
She had a french accent, Meredith didn’t have a french accent Henry realized, “Ah Miss, have you grown in a French environment—sorry I’m just asking as your sister speaks with an English accent,” he asked, his eyebrow twitching upwards in confusion.
The woman with a perplexed expression on her face responded, “Sorry sir? But what? I am French and to my knowledge I do not have a sister. I was born in a family of four sons.”
Henry, startled by the new information the woman bore took a step back, “What? But, no I know someone who looks exactly like you! I thought you were her twin sister!” He yelped.
El carbon me induce a pensar sobre las energias no renobables, cosa que nos esta llebando a verdaderas catastrofes ecologicas
Carbon is a gas I think. Or maybe it’s a metal. It makes me think of the song carbon copy. But I have no clue or idea what carbon is. I know what carbonated drinks are. They are sodas. They are pretty good.
I don’t know about you, but carbon always makes me think of cars. Need for speed-esque black metal that covers the bonnet like a far stretching horizon of modern industry and, well, speed. I know that carbon is gas and it’s all very scientific and whatnot, but speed is so relevant to everything. The speed of life, the speed of a car, the speed of everything. I guess what i’m trying to say is… everything goes so fast nowadays. Traffic wheels by us at 90mph on a triple laned motorway and no one takes time to stop and look over at the trees and cliffs that lie not 30 feet from us. It’s just a sorry state of affairs, really. Thanks carbon, thanks a lot.
carbon filled the air chocking me, intoxicating my heart. My head crashed to the floor leaving the light nothing but empty and dark.
I know that carbon is an atom. I don’t what it to mix it with to make something else. I also know that carbon is in something very important to humans, maybe water or air.
an atomic element found in the air
I thought all along that you were as essential as oxygen to my survival, to my making it in this world, to my ever fleeting happiness. I knew realistically that I would not physically die without you, but it wasn’t a corporeal death I feared; I feared that the light in me would slowly splutter out and all the good in me would burn away if you were to not be there anymore. I feared the death of my soul. Like air, I breathed you in with desperate rapture and blue lips, for you were carbon monoxide and I had already lost my soul with you before I could even know.
The basic of chemical construction, the element and primordial piece on the construction of sentient life, complex life. What would we do without it? This, my dear friend, is the building block of life in the universe, you should respect it.
It was strange, she thought, to imagine distant planets, in other galaxies, which neither knew nor cared about her existence in the slightest. Planets with fields of graphite which would write on her feet as she walked and mountains of diamond that would glitter in the orange glow of a distant dying star, some other planet’s sun. She glanced to her right, just long enough to take in his image, and wondered if he was thinking about distant places, too, or just about the way her hair would feel tangled in his fingers, or some other girl’s hair, maybe. Amazing how, in such a vast universe, the thought of his fingertips on her collarbone could make her heart skip beats, and somehow dwarf, in her mind, even the most massive distant galaxies.
carbon is an element and it is often found in most life forms. carbon dioxide is bad for the planet in lagre amounts as it contributes to the green house effect penguins can die. and that is never good because they are cute and fluffy.
carbon is science. chemistry to be exact. it is paired with other elements to make compound substances. carbon dioxide. CO2. its what your body breathes out when you breathe in oxygen.
Carbon makes me think of coal. Coal is made up of carbon right? I like coal because you can cook over it and make some great food. I don’t remember exactly what is special about carbon atoms, but there is something I’m supposed to know…
it was pretty dark and dingy down in the cave . The way ahead was filled with carbon darkness that created an eerie sense of being watched by someone from the opening of the tunnel. we still went a ahead, mustering up courage though we knew we were walking in to something dangerous and unknown
The carbon from the car ahead of me is aweful. I can smell it and it is making me sick.
carbon carbon carbon
an element
a word
a jumble of the persise letters of C-A-R-B-O-N!
GO carbon!!!
joy…
carbon
the way the stars blink so prettily- it’s amazing.
the perfect mix of carbon, hydrogen and all of those other chemicals swirling into a big ball of shining joy
its wonderful
Carbon copies of himself, he thinks
Carbon escapes from his maw with a wince.
It hurts.
He limps to the garage and dies via carbon monoxide poisoning.
She looked up. She saw the blue sky. “Oh how much carbon-dioxide the air has.”
“We will die.”
carbon emission is a contributing to the destruction of our planet earth.carbon footprint is the part and parcel to it.
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