the clip well i really dont know what to right….. a paper clip, clipping you toenails. wtf. i dont even know what this website is. i just stumbled on it….. go f youself.
blimp
i like hair clips and movie clips they are fun together or seperate . i also like ashton and his bum haha not really
stinky bum bum bum bum bum bum
this is boring now
wo
w
so
boring
SSOOOOOOOOO BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
bum
poopoofacebumhead
The clip in her hair fell to the floor. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was silky soft and so long. He placed his hand at the nape of her neck, bent to her ear and whispered “I’ve waited so long for you”.
Kimberley kimber_dtoys@yahoo.ca
the bus clipped the front end of a car all while the clip of a new video played on the screen after the man clipped his finger nails
c
if i could clip the nonsense out of my life then mine and those around me would be more interesting. but maybe you would like a definition of the word and a good example would be to ‘clip my hair a little shorter as i don’t like the cut’ and there in is the operative word – cut!!!
clauds
paper clip. hair clippers. lady slippers. faded blisters. amazing sister. phrasing listers. ice cold misters. slip slop clip clop
unkyboog
nkdsfnklasdnfalksnfksalnfksaknfkasnfas
Anonymous
I was running at a good clip, my heart beating, mouth dry. Thoughts and memories rushed through my head as I pushed myself to speed up.
I loved him.
I trusted him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I skidded to a halt, gasping for breath.
Rhane Yarbrough
He yanked the clip on the gun – he was committed now. He then checked the other clip – the one h0ldingh him to the rope and the rope tp the helicopter – he wa in free space spiraling down ready tp emptuy the clip on the undsuspecting towl heads below him – god how he jeated them they were almost inhuman – he remembered when one had held her head and slit her throat to get the clip out of her hair – the one she always wore that her mother gave her
christopher
It’s dark save a roll of film reflected in the glare of a camera.
I seat myself on the red futon and await her instructions.
“I’m going to show you a clip that will explain it all.”
I nod.
“I will only show it once.”
Myona
Her hair began to fall down past her eyes even quicker as she cried quietly to herself. The unsympathetic clip of the scissors seemed to almost laugh at her misery. Why did she have to do this. She did not choose this for herself.
Seth
segment, part,short, you know what I mean a piece of the puzzle. A short story something we all do- haircuts
Berta
Last night I wore a pink clip in my hair. I dressed up as Edward Scissorhands for Halloween. Everyone was so impressed with my costume. Why did I need the clip? I’ll tell you. To make my hair stick out all over the place. It sort of functioned as a stabilizer. The hair spray from the dollar store just wouldn’t cut it.
Sarah
“Oh, shit.” I bit my lip, looking in the mirror. “I’m never going to get the hang of this.”
The terrible haircut I’d given myself stared back at me. Why did it have to be so uneven behind my ears? Why did it have to be so choppy in the bangs? More importantly, why didn’t I just go to the hair salon?
Selvaron
hair
Anonymous
paper clip holds things together. i wish i had a clip to hold my life together. too bad life isn’t as simple as a paper clip. cause i need some help. clips are one of those boring things you nver really think about. but they are a vital thing to writing papers. and papers are a vital thing. I don’t like this word.
km
the mower continued across the grass….clip…clip….i pushed it harder to go up the incline of the yard…when can we get a regular lawn mower??? i asked my dad….no need. he said…not when this old fashioned one works just fine….no gas…no oil….
kathakins
It’s 1982 and I’m looking for the sweet, teal blue banana clip for my hair. Why on earth were those things ever cool?!
K
getting ready, she surveyed the room for inspiring accessories. deciding on a hairclip with a red glittering butterfly set her eyes aglow. she was prepared and anything could happen.
janel
She loaded the clip and smiled at her reflection, tilting her head to the side. Her sister crouched to the ground and dug her nails into the earth, again and again. She cocked the gun, aimed, and fired into blood. Smiled.
Alex
A clip here, a clip there. No-one would notice.
The hair fell onto my shoulders, my arms and scattered on the floor. Mabye short will look better on me, mabye I could look like a pixie, like one of those girls in the fashion magazines. A pixie, a fairy, ready to take flight.
mucatmail@gmail.com
the newspaper clip lay on the table.
Anonymous
that damn paperclip. clipit. clippy. i see you are writing a letter? people never liked you. i did. and the einstein guy and the mother earth. there was a hovering robot and the office 97 logo too. and a dog. i loved them all but i didn’t have the disc to install them. sometimes i wish i still had win98
p
paperclips. paper. go green. don’t waste paper. recycle :)
Jasmin Kaur
a clip of a movie is in my life,
it makes my life, many view it.
The more clips i have the better my life will be.
I wish i had another clip right now.
The clip of sisters has potential
Ashley Almon
I can’t write something about a clip. The only thing that comes to mind gets actually bypassed by this annoying counter that will mark the finish of my time.
mm
They were so small. Each a small tiny segment of their lives immortalized. It was amazing they made it so far. It was so hard in the beginning– people honestly didn’t think they would make it.
Mneme Hoshiko
a snippet
of you and me fooling around I don’t know why I don’t like this anymore
timed writing
LMno
I gave her a hairclip for her birthday. Her nineteenth birthday. It wasn’t much. A butterfly with a few gems on it. Not expensive, but not cheap. A trinket, if you will. She loved it. It looked good on her, too. Still does, in the picture. She was buried with it, see.
Shoebox blah
I ejected it from my gun, slipped in another with a click. The metal rang clear on the cement, and I brought the sights up to bear on my target. There he was. I’d hit him already, twice, but he was still running despite it. I squinted and fired; bullseye.
Dark Thoughts
paper clips. they hold things together, like really important documents that are too important for stables. They keep things neat and organized and easy to find. Plus if you mess up with a paper clip, there won’t be holes in your paper.
allie
A clip is a little doohickey that you can dance with or make into a tiny tiny turkey chef pie. But don’t forget eating. That is an important portion of the “clip”. if you clip, you clop. and you just don’t stop. STUPID cats don’t lie. Never. No they don’t pie pie pie pie pie. STTTTTTDDDDs are bad for the penis pump. If you know what clips are that is…. don’t dance with my cat.
Richard
clip…clip…clip went the scissors against his skin. He couldn’t feel it anymore. It hurt at first, of course it would. Blood spilled everywhere still. Tears fell down his cheeks though he was numb….staring at the face of his father killing him slowly.
N.
Something always tells me when the clip is broken. That’s why I’m still here even though most of them left. It’s because i always fix it, even if I’m more than a tiny bit broken. So today i held up the piece with the broken clip and i put it back in. Maybe now, i would escape this place. Or life.
VampireWillow
Like a newspaper clip I suppose.
g
A clip is what I used to wear in second grade. the most awkawrd way to keep your butt cutted bangs out of your chubby little face.
mels
clips are definitely something to take interest in. The smallest saved pieces of things can give you clues to peoples lives and ideas. If someone saved a clip from online or on paper from the past, as could normally be called clippings, they probably had interest in it.
siokahn
And so the hairclip fell to the floor.
What now?
I’m feeling… overwhelmed by something so trivial. But things around me are falling all over and I’m not sure what else I can do.
Help, frailly calling for help won’t do it for you, yet here you are.
trini
clipped hairs in the sink left behind for her to wash down the drain with the last of the hot water, depleted by his too long shower. ridiculous behaviour.
put my hair in it,
the clip well i really dont know what to right….. a paper clip, clipping you toenails. wtf. i dont even know what this website is. i just stumbled on it….. go f youself.
i like hair clips and movie clips they are fun together or seperate . i also like ashton and his bum haha not really
stinky bum bum bum bum bum bum
this is boring now
wo
w
so
boring
SSOOOOOOOOO BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
bum
The clip in her hair fell to the floor. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was silky soft and so long. He placed his hand at the nape of her neck, bent to her ear and whispered “I’ve waited so long for you”.
the bus clipped the front end of a car all while the clip of a new video played on the screen after the man clipped his finger nails
if i could clip the nonsense out of my life then mine and those around me would be more interesting. but maybe you would like a definition of the word and a good example would be to ‘clip my hair a little shorter as i don’t like the cut’ and there in is the operative word – cut!!!
paper clip. hair clippers. lady slippers. faded blisters. amazing sister. phrasing listers. ice cold misters. slip slop clip clop
nkdsfnklasdnfalksnfksalnfksaknfkasnfas
I was running at a good clip, my heart beating, mouth dry. Thoughts and memories rushed through my head as I pushed myself to speed up.
I loved him.
I trusted him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I skidded to a halt, gasping for breath.
He yanked the clip on the gun – he was committed now. He then checked the other clip – the one h0ldingh him to the rope and the rope tp the helicopter – he wa in free space spiraling down ready tp emptuy the clip on the undsuspecting towl heads below him – god how he jeated them they were almost inhuman – he remembered when one had held her head and slit her throat to get the clip out of her hair – the one she always wore that her mother gave her
It’s dark save a roll of film reflected in the glare of a camera.
I seat myself on the red futon and await her instructions.
“I’m going to show you a clip that will explain it all.”
I nod.
“I will only show it once.”
Her hair began to fall down past her eyes even quicker as she cried quietly to herself. The unsympathetic clip of the scissors seemed to almost laugh at her misery. Why did she have to do this. She did not choose this for herself.
segment, part,short, you know what I mean a piece of the puzzle. A short story something we all do- haircuts
Last night I wore a pink clip in my hair. I dressed up as Edward Scissorhands for Halloween. Everyone was so impressed with my costume. Why did I need the clip? I’ll tell you. To make my hair stick out all over the place. It sort of functioned as a stabilizer. The hair spray from the dollar store just wouldn’t cut it.
“Oh, shit.” I bit my lip, looking in the mirror. “I’m never going to get the hang of this.”
The terrible haircut I’d given myself stared back at me. Why did it have to be so uneven behind my ears? Why did it have to be so choppy in the bangs? More importantly, why didn’t I just go to the hair salon?
hair
paper clip holds things together. i wish i had a clip to hold my life together. too bad life isn’t as simple as a paper clip. cause i need some help. clips are one of those boring things you nver really think about. but they are a vital thing to writing papers. and papers are a vital thing. I don’t like this word.
the mower continued across the grass….clip…clip….i pushed it harder to go up the incline of the yard…when can we get a regular lawn mower??? i asked my dad….no need. he said…not when this old fashioned one works just fine….no gas…no oil….
It’s 1982 and I’m looking for the sweet, teal blue banana clip for my hair. Why on earth were those things ever cool?!
getting ready, she surveyed the room for inspiring accessories. deciding on a hairclip with a red glittering butterfly set her eyes aglow. she was prepared and anything could happen.
She loaded the clip and smiled at her reflection, tilting her head to the side. Her sister crouched to the ground and dug her nails into the earth, again and again. She cocked the gun, aimed, and fired into blood. Smiled.
A clip here, a clip there. No-one would notice.
The hair fell onto my shoulders, my arms and scattered on the floor. Mabye short will look better on me, mabye I could look like a pixie, like one of those girls in the fashion magazines. A pixie, a fairy, ready to take flight.
the newspaper clip lay on the table.
that damn paperclip. clipit. clippy. i see you are writing a letter? people never liked you. i did. and the einstein guy and the mother earth. there was a hovering robot and the office 97 logo too. and a dog. i loved them all but i didn’t have the disc to install them. sometimes i wish i still had win98
paperclips. paper. go green. don’t waste paper. recycle :)
a clip of a movie is in my life,
it makes my life, many view it.
The more clips i have the better my life will be.
I wish i had another clip right now.
The clip of sisters has potential
I can’t write something about a clip. The only thing that comes to mind gets actually bypassed by this annoying counter that will mark the finish of my time.
They were so small. Each a small tiny segment of their lives immortalized. It was amazing they made it so far. It was so hard in the beginning– people honestly didn’t think they would make it.
a snippet
of you and me fooling around I don’t know why I don’t like this anymore
timed writing
I gave her a hairclip for her birthday. Her nineteenth birthday. It wasn’t much. A butterfly with a few gems on it. Not expensive, but not cheap. A trinket, if you will. She loved it. It looked good on her, too. Still does, in the picture. She was buried with it, see.
I ejected it from my gun, slipped in another with a click. The metal rang clear on the cement, and I brought the sights up to bear on my target. There he was. I’d hit him already, twice, but he was still running despite it. I squinted and fired; bullseye.
paper clips. they hold things together, like really important documents that are too important for stables. They keep things neat and organized and easy to find. Plus if you mess up with a paper clip, there won’t be holes in your paper.
A clip is a little doohickey that you can dance with or make into a tiny tiny turkey chef pie. But don’t forget eating. That is an important portion of the “clip”. if you clip, you clop. and you just don’t stop. STUPID cats don’t lie. Never. No they don’t pie pie pie pie pie. STTTTTTDDDDs are bad for the penis pump. If you know what clips are that is…. don’t dance with my cat.
clip…clip…clip went the scissors against his skin. He couldn’t feel it anymore. It hurt at first, of course it would. Blood spilled everywhere still. Tears fell down his cheeks though he was numb….staring at the face of his father killing him slowly.
Something always tells me when the clip is broken. That’s why I’m still here even though most of them left. It’s because i always fix it, even if I’m more than a tiny bit broken. So today i held up the piece with the broken clip and i put it back in. Maybe now, i would escape this place. Or life.
Like a newspaper clip I suppose.
A clip is what I used to wear in second grade. the most awkawrd way to keep your butt cutted bangs out of your chubby little face.
clips are definitely something to take interest in. The smallest saved pieces of things can give you clues to peoples lives and ideas. If someone saved a clip from online or on paper from the past, as could normally be called clippings, they probably had interest in it.
And so the hairclip fell to the floor.
What now?
I’m feeling… overwhelmed by something so trivial. But things around me are falling all over and I’m not sure what else I can do.
Help, frailly calling for help won’t do it for you, yet here you are.
clipped hairs in the sink left behind for her to wash down the drain with the last of the hot water, depleted by his too long shower. ridiculous behaviour.