I’ve never received a “hard-blown” cast, because I’ve never broken a bone. I once had a cast, however. I had a girlfriend that was a graduate student in a pottery class, and she did all that she could to cast me into a being that was “acceptable” to her friends. We’re no longer together.
There are so many meanings of the word ‘cast’. I cast the die. The statue was cast in bronze. I knew the cast of the musical. David cast about for his missing keys. The fishing line was cast. He cast his eyes across the scroll. Alice was wearing a cast. The pirate was a cast away.
I wonder if cast is a hard word for foreigners to learn? At least it’s nothing like set.
He came out with a cast on his arm. He’d never seen anything like it. I watched as he stared at the big wad of plaster on his forearm. I pulled out a texta and walked over to him and despite the strange look he gave me, he let me be the first person to sign his very first cast.
As i cast the line into the lake, I knew I was going to murder something. Just the premonition, the thought, the knowing that a fish was going to bite on it and I was going to reel it in and kill it.
Imagine my surprise when a mermaid hooked herself on it and I hat to follow through.
The cast covered his arm but it couldn’t cover the night it was broken. That was in his eyes, which lay open for the world to violate. He lay motionless in bed and the machines blipped. They could break his bones… But they could never break him.
A cast of people, thrown together into this crazy car wreck of a life. People meant to work together, whether they want to or not. People who’s destinies are entwined. One way or another, these people were meant to have met, and changed eachother’s lives forever.
Lou
i cast my line out into the water, waiting for a bite. It was early morning. The leaves and petals were frosted with morning dew. The sun was starting to peep through the long locks of the willow’s luscious hair.
This one was spoiled for me because I clicked the “read” button to check out the site before joining. Now all I can think of is that. Poor layout choice.
jay
the cast of the show was unlike the rest – bubbly, courageous, and adventuresome. they put on the most spectacular shows, yet unfortunately went unrecognized. the band had their doubts on whether or not their failing careers had a real purpose but acted their hearts out nonetheless.
t
I cast a spell on you;
A terrible misfortune.
Let it destroy you
By my will you are
Nothing now.
Forever Lost.
Jennifer
i have an interview tomorrow for house manager at a local theater. the have a two man office crew at this time but are looking for someone to fill the gaps. they need an office savvy person with presence and control. i think i could be that person. i would like to think that is why they have already called me for a second interview. i wonder if i will meet someone from a theater cast?
We are all just a part of a small cast, the world our stage. We may never know what our roll was really supposed to be, but as long as we create our own character the show may go on.
i cast a shadow over my desk. it was dark and a humid day outside. the clouds cast a shadow over me. The sun made it hard to think. With all the casting. Casting of people, of thoughts.
Anna
i cast my line out into the water in hopes of catching my dinner. as i sit on the banks of my favorite fishing hole, i day dream of days gone by. oh how i lived for the freedom of summer and the joy of Christmas morning. I long for the days of my mother’s home cooking and the smile of the woman i fell in love with.
the cast was hard. it was heavy. and it smelled funny. it had been placed on her leg after the accident. she laid there wondering how she got to this point. she wanted to remember but couldn’t. all that was left was the cast. she didn’t know anything and couldn’t recall anyone. they came in each day and asked her about her recollections. what’s your name, where do
elizabeth
I was in a rainbow colored cast in fifth grade. The next year I was cast as a magician in a production of Bugsy Malone. The next year I cast a fishing line for the first time.
Lucy
“No. Leave.” And with that, he was cast away from Society. From me. “Cole!” I screamed. “Cole, come back!” The Society grabbed him and dragged him away. He managed to hot a couple of them and run towards me, but more and more came.
Emily Woods
When I try to cast away my worries, my anxiety, I am left with nothing. I can’t even find myself.
Eveline
I’ll cast my heart to sea.
And see see see
who will bite
I’ll cast my heart
With all my might
to see who just might
bite
I’ll cast my heart out to sea
I hope I catch no sharks.
For if i cast my heart to sea
sharks will see that it bleeds.
The cast had fought bitterly. Wars had been fought for less. They eyed each other with slitted views and heated tempers. Never saying anything, leaving the tension porridge thick.
K. Ahokas
the cast formed a rigid barier which served only to restrict his movements. The shoulder was still very much sore from the bullet wound he had recieved there, tearing through at three thousand feet per second and shattering the rotator cuff.
t.fares
I really enjoy theatre. I have a hard time casting, however, because a lot of students pre-place themseves in roles. I hate to disappoit and try to encourage them to keep an open mind. It is a very hard process.
Jenni
The cast is just a mark. A mark of what my own father had done to me. For six weeks I will be forced to wear this cast, this mark, and constantly be reminded that my father had done this to me. That he’s now in prison awaiting charges while I’m being forced to move in with a stupid foster family that doesn’t understand me. But hey, it’s just a cast.
What if life was setting us up? And everyone was just part of a cast. A cast some weird, dark, powerful character chose to see how we reacted to a certaint type of performance?
These thoughts makes you love randomness.
Like roles cast in blindness, colours blank and meaningless to all eyes who yet can see, we flail around on the stage, so many fish out of water. I miss you and I thought that in this, we were cast together. I was ever so wrong.
The cast of characters that form my life have routinely taken center stage while I stand in the background, awaiting my cue. They all seem to have the script in hand, where as I am so often simply improvising. Improvising badly, I might add. I’ve spent nearly 3 decades star struck by the players on my own stage, hoping for the spotlight to find me.
That this cast should be full of such vibrant personalities only heightens my sense of inadequacy. Lack of stage presence is a fairly obvious shortcoming, as any regular theatre goer would tell you. Those witnesses to the show that is my life must be cringing at my inability to captivate. Get her off the stage! …But it’s her stage.
AJTJ
a shadow is cast over the banks of the river when the tree hits sky hits sun hits night looming over the star-speckled net. cast again into the waters of the evening, sparkling little lights spin webs of hope into the night again and everyone comes out to play, each member of the cast of characters has something to say
oliver danni
She always hated plays.
They were so overdramatized, and what she wanted most was to begone her worries.
Unfortunately, she was the star of the school drama.
Fortunately, it was finally her time to shine.
Iris
A group of people usually being together for a show of some sort like a play or a film. It can also be something put on a broken arm or leg. Can probably cause a major farmers tan line.
Vilma
My cast. The actors and actresses I spend months on end with, developing characters, learning lines and blocking. They’re more than family. They’re one of the strongest support systems there is. You share a piece of your heart with them on stage. There is is crazy level of trust between a cast.
What is a cast? Well, it could be a cast in a play. Or it could be a cast around a broken arm.
I’ve done both of these. Twice have I had casts put around my broken arm. Once when I was…four or five, around my left arm. The second time was when I was six, living in Gillette, Wyoming around my right arm.
Jake Sorensen
In the timeless morning sunrise, our largest star cast a shadow upon the house, a foreboding premonition of the events to come.
a cast generally becomes like family,
not immediately
but after weeks of rehearsal
and of course by the end of the run when everyone has seen everyone break down atleast once from stress and nerves and everything else
we all bond
and become one
brothers sisters friends
a family
korrina
The cast of the show looked forward to reviewing the scenes that they had just created, but were slightly hesitant about one scene in particular. A love scene where two members of the cast looked into one another’s eyes and said that they did not love the other – but in truth they did. On and off the set.
Mararita Bray
The rest of it was white, except for the writings that were scribbled all over in various pen colors. Some words said, “Get well soon!” but they didnt really mean anything. All those words meant nothing. Except for one. It said, “I can’t always protect your bones, but I can promise you that your heart is never going to break.”
Mallory
A cast could be in a play. Plays are good. Especially Broadway plays in which I thoroughly enjoy. Or it could be a cast for a broken bone. Maybe you fell. I’m sorry. Get better soon!
Becca Robertson
“Cast out the anchor!” shouted the captain of the Bloody Rose. His emerald eyes stared out at the green-blue waves. His next destination would make him one of the most feared pirates on the eighteen seas of Castoria. He took in a deep breath and shook his head.
He cast the line into the pale green sea.
“What about Marley,” I asked, watching the old man.
“It’s too late for her Canson. We lost her long ago. Her heart and soul belonged to Rooney, and when he left, she left with him.”
The sun was beginning to rise, sending shimmering diamonds onto the water.
“I miss her,” I told him quietly, my voice trailing off.
“Nothing we can do now boy. The best we can do is giver her all our love. Act like we believe she is still here, still the same, even though she’s not.”
Today the cast and I decided to go out for coffee. the cast on my leg was inhibiting me a little too much, so i left early. I cast doubt on everything that was ever taught to me, however today i cast new light on my opinion. Casting call on thursday
I’ve never received a “hard-blown” cast, because I’ve never broken a bone. I once had a cast, however. I had a girlfriend that was a graduate student in a pottery class, and she did all that she could to cast me into a being that was “acceptable” to her friends. We’re no longer together.
There are so many meanings of the word ‘cast’. I cast the die. The statue was cast in bronze. I knew the cast of the musical. David cast about for his missing keys. The fishing line was cast. He cast his eyes across the scroll. Alice was wearing a cast. The pirate was a cast away.
I wonder if cast is a hard word for foreigners to learn? At least it’s nothing like set.
He came out with a cast on his arm. He’d never seen anything like it. I watched as he stared at the big wad of plaster on his forearm. I pulled out a texta and walked over to him and despite the strange look he gave me, he let me be the first person to sign his very first cast.
As i cast the line into the lake, I knew I was going to murder something. Just the premonition, the thought, the knowing that a fish was going to bite on it and I was going to reel it in and kill it.
Imagine my surprise when a mermaid hooked herself on it and I hat to follow through.
The cast covered his arm but it couldn’t cover the night it was broken. That was in his eyes, which lay open for the world to violate. He lay motionless in bed and the machines blipped. They could break his bones… But they could never break him.
A cast of people, thrown together into this crazy car wreck of a life. People meant to work together, whether they want to or not. People who’s destinies are entwined. One way or another, these people were meant to have met, and changed eachother’s lives forever.
i cast my line out into the water, waiting for a bite. It was early morning. The leaves and petals were frosted with morning dew. The sun was starting to peep through the long locks of the willow’s luscious hair.
This one was spoiled for me because I clicked the “read” button to check out the site before joining. Now all I can think of is that. Poor layout choice.
the cast of the show was unlike the rest – bubbly, courageous, and adventuresome. they put on the most spectacular shows, yet unfortunately went unrecognized. the band had their doubts on whether or not their failing careers had a real purpose but acted their hearts out nonetheless.
I cast a spell on you;
A terrible misfortune.
Let it destroy you
By my will you are
Nothing now.
Forever Lost.
i have an interview tomorrow for house manager at a local theater. the have a two man office crew at this time but are looking for someone to fill the gaps. they need an office savvy person with presence and control. i think i could be that person. i would like to think that is why they have already called me for a second interview. i wonder if i will meet someone from a theater cast?
Got hit with a spell you cast
that left me spinning
I think I’m gonna be sick.
We are all just a part of a small cast, the world our stage. We may never know what our roll was really supposed to be, but as long as we create our own character the show may go on.
i cast a shadow over my desk. it was dark and a humid day outside. the clouds cast a shadow over me. The sun made it hard to think. With all the casting. Casting of people, of thoughts.
i cast my line out into the water in hopes of catching my dinner. as i sit on the banks of my favorite fishing hole, i day dream of days gone by. oh how i lived for the freedom of summer and the joy of Christmas morning. I long for the days of my mother’s home cooking and the smile of the woman i fell in love with.
the cast was hard. it was heavy. and it smelled funny. it had been placed on her leg after the accident. she laid there wondering how she got to this point. she wanted to remember but couldn’t. all that was left was the cast. she didn’t know anything and couldn’t recall anyone. they came in each day and asked her about her recollections. what’s your name, where do
I was in a rainbow colored cast in fifth grade. The next year I was cast as a magician in a production of Bugsy Malone. The next year I cast a fishing line for the first time.
“No. Leave.” And with that, he was cast away from Society. From me. “Cole!” I screamed. “Cole, come back!” The Society grabbed him and dragged him away. He managed to hot a couple of them and run towards me, but more and more came.
When I try to cast away my worries, my anxiety, I am left with nothing. I can’t even find myself.
I’ll cast my heart to sea.
And see see see
who will bite
I’ll cast my heart
With all my might
to see who just might
bite
I’ll cast my heart out to sea
I hope I catch no sharks.
For if i cast my heart to sea
sharks will see that it bleeds.
The cast had fought bitterly. Wars had been fought for less. They eyed each other with slitted views and heated tempers. Never saying anything, leaving the tension porridge thick.
the cast formed a rigid barier which served only to restrict his movements. The shoulder was still very much sore from the bullet wound he had recieved there, tearing through at three thousand feet per second and shattering the rotator cuff.
I really enjoy theatre. I have a hard time casting, however, because a lot of students pre-place themseves in roles. I hate to disappoit and try to encourage them to keep an open mind. It is a very hard process.
The cast is just a mark. A mark of what my own father had done to me. For six weeks I will be forced to wear this cast, this mark, and constantly be reminded that my father had done this to me. That he’s now in prison awaiting charges while I’m being forced to move in with a stupid foster family that doesn’t understand me. But hey, it’s just a cast.
What if life was setting us up? And everyone was just part of a cast. A cast some weird, dark, powerful character chose to see how we reacted to a certaint type of performance?
These thoughts makes you love randomness.
Like roles cast in blindness, colours blank and meaningless to all eyes who yet can see, we flail around on the stage, so many fish out of water. I miss you and I thought that in this, we were cast together. I was ever so wrong.
The cast of characters that form my life have routinely taken center stage while I stand in the background, awaiting my cue. They all seem to have the script in hand, where as I am so often simply improvising. Improvising badly, I might add. I’ve spent nearly 3 decades star struck by the players on my own stage, hoping for the spotlight to find me.
That this cast should be full of such vibrant personalities only heightens my sense of inadequacy. Lack of stage presence is a fairly obvious shortcoming, as any regular theatre goer would tell you. Those witnesses to the show that is my life must be cringing at my inability to captivate. Get her off the stage! …But it’s her stage.
a shadow is cast over the banks of the river when the tree hits sky hits sun hits night looming over the star-speckled net. cast again into the waters of the evening, sparkling little lights spin webs of hope into the night again and everyone comes out to play, each member of the cast of characters has something to say
She always hated plays.
They were so overdramatized, and what she wanted most was to begone her worries.
Unfortunately, she was the star of the school drama.
Fortunately, it was finally her time to shine.
A group of people usually being together for a show of some sort like a play or a film. It can also be something put on a broken arm or leg. Can probably cause a major farmers tan line.
My cast. The actors and actresses I spend months on end with, developing characters, learning lines and blocking. They’re more than family. They’re one of the strongest support systems there is. You share a piece of your heart with them on stage. There is is crazy level of trust between a cast.
Cast. I have sixty seconds to write about cast.
What is a cast? Well, it could be a cast in a play. Or it could be a cast around a broken arm.
I’ve done both of these. Twice have I had casts put around my broken arm. Once when I was…four or five, around my left arm. The second time was when I was six, living in Gillette, Wyoming around my right arm.
In the timeless morning sunrise, our largest star cast a shadow upon the house, a foreboding premonition of the events to come.
a cast generally becomes like family,
not immediately
but after weeks of rehearsal
and of course by the end of the run when everyone has seen everyone break down atleast once from stress and nerves and everything else
we all bond
and become one
brothers sisters friends
a family
The cast of the show looked forward to reviewing the scenes that they had just created, but were slightly hesitant about one scene in particular. A love scene where two members of the cast looked into one another’s eyes and said that they did not love the other – but in truth they did. On and off the set.
The rest of it was white, except for the writings that were scribbled all over in various pen colors. Some words said, “Get well soon!” but they didnt really mean anything. All those words meant nothing. Except for one. It said, “I can’t always protect your bones, but I can promise you that your heart is never going to break.”
A cast could be in a play. Plays are good. Especially Broadway plays in which I thoroughly enjoy. Or it could be a cast for a broken bone. Maybe you fell. I’m sorry. Get better soon!
“Cast out the anchor!” shouted the captain of the Bloody Rose. His emerald eyes stared out at the green-blue waves. His next destination would make him one of the most feared pirates on the eighteen seas of Castoria. He took in a deep breath and shook his head.
He cast the line into the pale green sea.
“What about Marley,” I asked, watching the old man.
“It’s too late for her Canson. We lost her long ago. Her heart and soul belonged to Rooney, and when he left, she left with him.”
The sun was beginning to rise, sending shimmering diamonds onto the water.
“I miss her,” I told him quietly, my voice trailing off.
“Nothing we can do now boy. The best we can do is giver her all our love. Act like we believe she is still here, still the same, even though she’s not.”
Today the cast and I decided to go out for coffee. the cast on my leg was inhibiting me a little too much, so i left early. I cast doubt on everything that was ever taught to me, however today i cast new light on my opinion. Casting call on thursday