My lungs have disintegrated, and
it’s about
time, but then you press your
fingers
into either side of my lips,
creating dimples.
They give the
illusion
of a painless existence.
I know I’ve got to stop. I have to stop. But everytime I try that dark little place just beneath my left eye chuckles. And then I can’t stop. No matter how hard I try.
in all honesty, chuckles the fire hamster had never truly understood the concept of dancing through the furious nether. in fact, he was downright ignorant. nothing came close to his competence in the art of jump boxing, but he was lacking in knowledge of the world around him, which was his downfall.
James Jennion
i like to chuckle it fun thing to do it makes ppl happy it makes you live longer and healthier i want to tell ppl jokes to make them chuckle its a great way to make friends it brings you joy and it also makes you chuckle to see a child do something funny
its a wonderful thing to do ,,,, to chuckle is to live to grow to love its awesome
Maggie
I have a friend who chuckles instead of lol when we talk online. I liked that. But I guess we’re not really friends. Just two people who met in the short time we were at the same school. Not that we didn’t get along. I liked spending time with him or around him. Maybe we are friends. Friends who’s lives ran parallel like two rivers that eventually went out to see.
Mary
Once upon a time there was a clown named chuckles. He loved to laugh. But he didn’t have many friends. You see when chuckles laughed, or chuckled, he unleashed his terrible breath upon the world. Sad day.
Pamela
She smiled, not quite the laugh he wanted, but a smile…he would take a smile. It was enough.
Rachel Nicole Raines
Everyone wants to know what makes people so happy. if you truely want to find out what makes people so happy you can go back to your child hood and find what made you chuckle back then. no matter what a childhood laugh is always something you should hold on to
There was a statue in the park, that to the trained eye had various climbing structures built into it—it was a playground and a piece of art. I chuckled as people—tourists– glared at the children at play upon the structure—-they apparently didn’t understand what, brought life to the artwork there.
A fat man in a business suit leans back in his plush, comfortable chair and chuckles. For a moment, he has a tiny bit of existential thought. What brought him to this? What events in his life had changed him into this kind of person, the bully behind the desk laughing at and toying with his workers, with their livelihoods resting in his palms right before he crushed their futures? Before long, though, the moment had passed.
She watched him laugh, then she started to laugh too. Brent’s laughter always brought ot the best in Sasha. Sasha knew that Brent would be alright. It’s not often that a pilot can get the time off to relax. Brent really is the luckiest pilot in the Silver Skies.
As he chuckles, I can’t help the shiver that drips down my spine like wet ash. I twist my wrists, trying in vain to loosen the knots holding them together.
“Yep.” He grins, staring out the window to the dark sky. In the distance, I can barely make out the sounds of the approaching sirens. They won’t get here quick enough. He turns back and smiles down at me. I snarl at him, fighting even harder against the bonds as I try to lunge at him.
I love to hear baby chuckles. They are so full of innocence. Their cheeks define the laugh. You can hear their cheeks in the tone, just jiggling
Kelly
Trapped in the corner I felt my heart beat, my blood pulse through my veins. The hair on my neck stood at teh sound of teh chuckles coming from their cold dead throats. that was it. I reached for a nearby branch, that would make a simple stake. It was one thing to feed, but to play with your food was just wrong
“Hey, Chuckles! Get off the computer and get me a damn Pepsi Throwback!” “…my name is Caliph Mehndi.” “Yeah, like I said, ‘Chuckles’.” “…I hate my freshman roommate…”
They are small, light and fluffy,
bursting in abruptly in times of need
or sorrow.
A simple smile can go a long way,
provided that one’s intentions are beautiful.
I’m so chuckles!!! I grow up after all did so much to me that I became chuckles. Your welcome. Thoughts of me will bring to be all that you see. CHUCKLES!!! Yeah I’m that.
Call it a symptom of substance by I am welcomed to be by myself.
i sat and watched the man whittle by himself in the corner. he was alone, and had been alone all day. just an elderly man in an old tattered white suit with a broken panama hat. but he was happy doing his thing. he looked up, saw me watching and smiled. I returned the smile, and then went over there to talk to him, just for fits and giggles. He turned out to be quite the joke-ster and kept me in chuckles the whole time. Oh the things we miss when we pass the elderly or poor by.
chapped as hell
The world need laughter and chuckles all around to become a better place.Lets stop the saddness,tears and pain.
Chuckles was a sad and lonely clown that worked off of the interstate. He was centered at the Motel Luxury. No one knew exactly what it was he did, but they were sure it was nothing that they would “chuckle” about.
Some Chick
All I could see was her cheekbones rising and large chuckles echoed from her mouth. She was a rather daunting project. I wanted her and that was that. All I knew about her could be described in one word: desperate.
laughing when somebody is laughing in a weird way. like a child. when somebody laughs at something quietly. its not so funny to them.
SolannyAndrea
Chuckling is the only way that someone can show that they actually care It’s not like actually laughing because people can fake laughing, but chcuckling is something that could show real forms of entertainment. Something anyone can do because chuckling is just what it is. Just that. Nothing more. Laughing is something that people do to be happy People fake happy!
Jason Molina
She looks down and chuckles lightly, like she can only do around him. He gently lifts her chin and whispers. The heat of his fingers against her skin fills her with a simple peace, but as they linger there, she fills with dread and apprehension. She’d been through this before, and she knew, it would only fade away like all of the rest.
babies chuckle. If i had a dog i would name him chuckles. i had a doll and she used to chuckle.
nandini
You’re chucking at me. I see you laughing at me as I try to understand how your mind works. The minute I get close I realize this is your game. I realize you’re manipulative, so why are we still friends? I should do the same to you. Do you think you’d like it?
Alanna
The small girl sat in the dark with her hand resting on her mother’s. A movie about a trailer traveling long roads and into the woods played out on the screen. They watched in solemn silence ad not until the lights came up did she realize in her pocket was the warm sticky pack of half-eaten Chuckles.
Nancy O'Neill
from ear to ear. Death seems to mock perpetual joy, though we push it SO far out of the realm of immediate consciousness 99% of the time, such that joy outweighs mental attention to the impending ending of our consciousness.
Richard Braithwaite
in my pants
in my pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
inside
my
pants
pants
pants
pants
yum
oh
yes pants
oh yes in my pants
yes
yes
yes
P
A
N
T
S
hannah chae
Laughter reverberates through my bones. Releases my aches, but hurts my face. In a good way.
I went to the shop and saw a spider roller skating down the road. I must say it left me with the chuckles. What made it worse was that the spider was juggling watermelons.
The chuckles seemed harmless at first. How were we to know what he’d been going through? Sure, we may have been a little cruel, but that’s just how kids are. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
My lungs have disintegrated, and
it’s about
time, but then you press your
fingers
into either side of my lips,
creating dimples.
They give the
illusion
of a painless existence.
I know I’ve got to stop. I have to stop. But everytime I try that dark little place just beneath my left eye chuckles. And then I can’t stop. No matter how hard I try.
in all honesty, chuckles the fire hamster had never truly understood the concept of dancing through the furious nether. in fact, he was downright ignorant. nothing came close to his competence in the art of jump boxing, but he was lacking in knowledge of the world around him, which was his downfall.
i like to chuckle it fun thing to do it makes ppl happy it makes you live longer and healthier i want to tell ppl jokes to make them chuckle its a great way to make friends it brings you joy and it also makes you chuckle to see a child do something funny
its a wonderful thing to do ,,,, to chuckle is to live to grow to love its awesome
I have a friend who chuckles instead of lol when we talk online. I liked that. But I guess we’re not really friends. Just two people who met in the short time we were at the same school. Not that we didn’t get along. I liked spending time with him or around him. Maybe we are friends. Friends who’s lives ran parallel like two rivers that eventually went out to see.
Once upon a time there was a clown named chuckles. He loved to laugh. But he didn’t have many friends. You see when chuckles laughed, or chuckled, he unleashed his terrible breath upon the world. Sad day.
She smiled, not quite the laugh he wanted, but a smile…he would take a smile. It was enough.
Everyone wants to know what makes people so happy. if you truely want to find out what makes people so happy you can go back to your child hood and find what made you chuckle back then. no matter what a childhood laugh is always something you should hold on to
There was a statue in the park, that to the trained eye had various climbing structures built into it—it was a playground and a piece of art. I chuckled as people—tourists– glared at the children at play upon the structure—-they apparently didn’t understand what, brought life to the artwork there.
One
A fat man in a business suit leans back in his plush, comfortable chair and chuckles. For a moment, he has a tiny bit of existential thought. What brought him to this? What events in his life had changed him into this kind of person, the bully behind the desk laughing at and toying with his workers, with their livelihoods resting in his palms right before he crushed their futures? Before long, though, the moment had passed.
nice feeling
helps us to be free and makes us happy
a nice expression when we see someone for the first time
He laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Chuckles is my name,” he said, “and murder is my game.”
She watched him laugh, then she started to laugh too. Brent’s laughter always brought ot the best in Sasha. Sasha knew that Brent would be alright. It’s not often that a pilot can get the time off to relax. Brent really is the luckiest pilot in the Silver Skies.
As he chuckles, I can’t help the shiver that drips down my spine like wet ash. I twist my wrists, trying in vain to loosen the knots holding them together.
“Yep.” He grins, staring out the window to the dark sky. In the distance, I can barely make out the sounds of the approaching sirens. They won’t get here quick enough. He turns back and smiles down at me. I snarl at him, fighting even harder against the bonds as I try to lunge at him.
“Everything’s going to change now.”
I love to hear baby chuckles. They are so full of innocence. Their cheeks define the laugh. You can hear their cheeks in the tone, just jiggling
Trapped in the corner I felt my heart beat, my blood pulse through my veins. The hair on my neck stood at teh sound of teh chuckles coming from their cold dead throats. that was it. I reached for a nearby branch, that would make a simple stake. It was one thing to feed, but to play with your food was just wrong
Bill chuckles softly and I stare at him. I take in his wide set sea blue eyes and high, chiseled cheekbones. God, I thought, he’s beautiful like this.
He chuckles at my pain. Laughs! Giggles in delight while I hold myself together! Why does he hate me so?
“Hey, Chuckles! Get off the computer and get me a damn Pepsi Throwback!” “…my name is Caliph Mehndi.” “Yeah, like I said, ‘Chuckles’.” “…I hate my freshman roommate…”
They are small, light and fluffy,
bursting in abruptly in times of need
or sorrow.
A simple smile can go a long way,
provided that one’s intentions are beautiful.
when a baby laughs or when somebody laughs quietly. :D
I’m so chuckles!!! I grow up after all did so much to me that I became chuckles. Your welcome. Thoughts of me will bring to be all that you see. CHUCKLES!!! Yeah I’m that.
Call it a symptom of substance by I am welcomed to be by myself.
i sat and watched the man whittle by himself in the corner. he was alone, and had been alone all day. just an elderly man in an old tattered white suit with a broken panama hat. but he was happy doing his thing. he looked up, saw me watching and smiled. I returned the smile, and then went over there to talk to him, just for fits and giggles. He turned out to be quite the joke-ster and kept me in chuckles the whole time. Oh the things we miss when we pass the elderly or poor by.
The world need laughter and chuckles all around to become a better place.Lets stop the saddness,tears and pain.
Chuckles was a sad and lonely clown that worked off of the interstate. He was centered at the Motel Luxury. No one knew exactly what it was he did, but they were sure it was nothing that they would “chuckle” about.
All I could see was her cheekbones rising and large chuckles echoed from her mouth. She was a rather daunting project. I wanted her and that was that. All I knew about her could be described in one word: desperate.
laughing when somebody is laughing in a weird way. like a child. when somebody laughs at something quietly. its not so funny to them.
Chuckling is the only way that someone can show that they actually care It’s not like actually laughing because people can fake laughing, but chcuckling is something that could show real forms of entertainment. Something anyone can do because chuckling is just what it is. Just that. Nothing more. Laughing is something that people do to be happy People fake happy!
She looks down and chuckles lightly, like she can only do around him. He gently lifts her chin and whispers. The heat of his fingers against her skin fills her with a simple peace, but as they linger there, she fills with dread and apprehension. She’d been through this before, and she knew, it would only fade away like all of the rest.
babies chuckle. If i had a dog i would name him chuckles. i had a doll and she used to chuckle.
You’re chucking at me. I see you laughing at me as I try to understand how your mind works. The minute I get close I realize this is your game. I realize you’re manipulative, so why are we still friends? I should do the same to you. Do you think you’d like it?
The small girl sat in the dark with her hand resting on her mother’s. A movie about a trailer traveling long roads and into the woods played out on the screen. They watched in solemn silence ad not until the lights came up did she realize in her pocket was the warm sticky pack of half-eaten Chuckles.
from ear to ear. Death seems to mock perpetual joy, though we push it SO far out of the realm of immediate consciousness 99% of the time, such that joy outweighs mental attention to the impending ending of our consciousness.
in my pants
in my pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
inside
my
pants
pants
pants
pants
yum
oh
yes pants
oh yes in my pants
yes
yes
yes
P
A
N
T
S
Laughter reverberates through my bones. Releases my aches, but hurts my face. In a good way.
he chuckles, she grins — the one sound that can make her smile, when everything in her world has crumbled.
Chuckles the Clown looked up from his comic book.
“Doesn’t make sense to me,” he muttered. He sighed, placed the book on the table, stretched, got up, and headed for the door.
He opened the door.
I went to the shop and saw a spider roller skating down the road. I must say it left me with the chuckles. What made it worse was that the spider was juggling watermelons.
The chuckles seemed harmless at first. How were we to know what he’d been going through? Sure, we may have been a little cruel, but that’s just how kids are. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.