cars seem to swerve, they seem to stay still. perfect chemistry, in a mismanaged sort of way. shame that it still never ends well.
Gabe Gonzales
The alpaca arched, aimed it ears
around the curve of the clearing;
the beckoning of the wild senna
swirling in the sun drew it blinkered
blind to a metallic Giotto circle
that lead to lead and left the senna
to stand, frayed and wet
i hit a deer when i was driving in the fall of last year. it was terrible. it went leaping off the road and into the side of my car. poor thing. i never found its body but it probably did die. it definitely hurt my car. that was unfortunate. i drove a rental.
sometimes i see deer in our yard. they are so lovely and fragile looking. i always think of lovely and peaceful things when i see deer.
Chelsea
Oh dear, I ran over a dear and I’m not sure what to do. I feel like an ass and I look like a horrible, awful person. No worries for I am not, because I’m not a person at all. I apologize for my mistakes and for killing this beautiful being.
doe, a deer, a female deer. Or of the John variet, with a different spelling. Don’t be caught in the headlights. Soft, white spotted fur, don’t get caught, don’t be a face on a hunter’s wall.
Jessica Christensen-Cook
i hit a deer with my car one time. it was awful. i thought i was going to die. then, i called my dad and he yelled at me for being so freakin scared. “Youre going to give yourself a heart attack” he said.
holland
A deer is an animal that lives in a forest. Ever watched a movie names Bambi? Well, that’s a story of a deer. They’re too adorable to be afraid of. I even think they have magical powers!!
Katrina Palencia
I once saw a deer at the side of the road in the snow. We were driving by and I thought it was dead. But I swear just as we passed it, it lifted its head just a little. We turned a corner and I never really knew if it was real.
I probably looked like an idiot. Her words had come out of no where, like some freak semi on a dark night when you could have sworn you looked both ways seven freaking times. How many times had I looked for this? I didn’t even see it coming.
“You want to…” I was a deer in the headlights. My lips barely moved as my eyes unfocused, unwilling to recognize the moment I had dreaded for so long.
“You want to go see Twilight?”
Caleb
Deer are fascinating creatures. They are graceful and yet fragile. I’m always afraid I’ll hit one when I’m driving. Their eyes always get to me because they look so innocent and afraid and curious all at the same time.
Julia
The deer’s head perked up. It sensed a presence but was not sure. It turned to its left, then right. And back again. Making a sound, it bounded off into the forest.
Jean
Doe, like the one in Harry Potter that just keeps popping up everywhere because I can’t stop reading the book. Or because my uncle likes to make deer jerky, or my dad killed a deer once and then somebody stole the antlers…which was a low blow. Donovan killed a deer…doe, but it wasn’t as much fun as snagging a buck, or so I’m told.
Dee
I have heard that when you hit a deer a bunch of ticks will come flying across your windshield and on your car… Gross. What if you had your sunroof open?! All the ticks would come flying in and land on you. EVEN MORE GROSS. I wonder if you get in trouble for hitting a deer and not reporting it…
Kelly
The deer looked up, and pranced quickly away. She needed to keep her footsteps light so as not to be heard
Her eyes grew and suddenly she was a deer, caught in the headlights.
She could adrenaline pulsing through her veins, fear too, faster than her blood, it must be. The decision was in front of her now, flight or fight? She could fight, she could run, could she run?, or- or what? What if she did nothing at all?
One day while walking around with friends in the woods, i cam across what looked like dog food or coco puffs or something. It turned out to be Deer poop, according to Yanely’s younger brother. He knew because he goes hunting, apperantly.
Lizette
graceful, simple, light, clean, what ever teenager girl wants to be. abused by humans. kind, soft, submissive. the only calm thing one can find in a forest. knobby, awkward. lovable. A deer must have a such a life. just a scared as us humans, yet with wonderful simple intentions.
jesse
I walked into the hall and saw Bambi’s mom. How was I supposed to know my prospective boss practiced Disney taxidermy?
Mo
I heard about my friend who hit a deer and it terrified me. What would that be like? Just arms and legs and body and soul through your windshield, tossed aside and over your roof like it’s nothing. What if it was a human? Does it really matter?
The incident scarred her. She’s always darting her eyes back and forward now on the road. Now, she can’t relax.
Mercs
an animal with antlers, kind eyes, an expression for a shocked person, also a homophone to a term of endearment. Tend to mess up cars.
hannah
animal. fawn. pretty. long legged. beauty of nature. horned. often killed by cars. wtf am i doing. this is weird. blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Dishti
Hunting, goddamn i hate those hicks, but only because they hate me. Being a punk is hard in a rural area, you try it some time. Just kidding. I’d never eat deer meat. I don’t like most meat, It’s unhealthy (but salami is delicious).
CMackAttack
Deer are often found in the woods. They are shy and if you run into them, they will dash away quickly. There is a movie about deers called Bambi. Bambi’s mother dies when she/he is very young. Deer are brown and have spots sometimes. The males have antlers. They are very fast. There are often deer crossing signs in the woods because people do not want to hit deers as they cross the streets.
Cameret
shot and on the hood of my ford. i didnt care what they were going to think about me . this was my kill. my own.
did i feel remorseful, yes. but i knew they wouldn’t care about my remorse only the fact that i was bringing home a head for the wall.
lindsay
the deer jumped out the window of the car as he noticed the camper coming back through the woods. he’d forgotten his poptart in the jeep…. was that a deer? EATing his tart?! no…. couldn’t be. the deer only smiled as it bounded away.
Annie
deer in headlights. deer in the forest. bambi. Oh poor, poor bambi. Prancing like a deer. Antlers like a deer. Oh, dear.
Brianna
A deer is so beautiful:D They are sweet are they always make me think of Bambi. I would never want to kill a deer or eat one, I don’t think they would taste that appetizing anyway. They also make me think of forests and pretty things. I guess a deer makes me think of innocence and beauty. I like to see a deer someday. Don’t get me wrong I have seen one but maybe sometime again. That would be lovely.
roni
mom im so happy and i want to go to paris because there is the best food in the world
i love cakes and eat
karen
“Oh dear!”, screamed Susan. “Alfred, Alfred come quick! There’s a deer in the yard!”
Alfred got up solemnly, dragging his feet over to the window where his wife was standing with wide eyes.
kea kaufman
a deer in the head lights. that is all I can see. It is staring at me as I run it down. Don’t slow down, my brain screams at me. It will be worse if you do. It will go through the window. Hit the gas. Go faster, get the deer out of the headlights.
taylor
in headlights. no plural. the time traveler’s wife. homonym for dear and dare. the drive to the Catskills. Catskill game farm. those yellow signs on the highway.
Chaya
‘What was that?’ I asked panicked. And moved suddenly closer to him.
A deer sprinted past the campsite.
He gave a small laugh and looked down at my frightened face. ‘A scary, scary deer.’
I realized what I was doing and scooted away, embarrassed.
‘Ooohoohoo.’ called Simon ‘What’s going on over there in the shadows of THE CAMPFIRE. Hmmmmm?’
‘Nothing!’
deer run in the roads and hit cars but also get hit by cars. Bambi was a deer. A cute baby one. I saw a family tonight.
Dympna
Fawn small, fragile jumping lightly from tree to tree seeking safety. Bambi, a youngling looking for its mother while dangerous humans hunt. Spotted and alert, always watching out and taking small sips in the creek beds.
Janelle Crowther
deer are creatures that tend to be hunted, but they are so graceful. if it wasn’t for the fact that they might overrun nature, i doubt they would have been a target in the first place. i wish they weren’t being hunted at all.
Maria
frozen in the headlights. we all forget to breathe. never has an end. always has a start. life is simple when it seems the most difficult
Bailey Kreitzer
…caught in headlights? I wonder if that’s how people feel when they first see the oneword.com prompt. Along with the, “oh hell, what the hell do I write feeling?” Do I write something witty? Thought provoking? …or do I just end up writing something like this?
Samana
the deer ran into the road and froze in the on-coming headlights. ruby stomped on the brakes and ground to a halt just short of its quivering nose. she pounded on the horn in frustration and the raucus blattttt startled the deer into action, bounding away into the dark. ruby slumped against the wheel for a moment, willing her pounding hard to slow down. trembling, she put the vehicle into gear and resumed her drive into destiny.
Meg
They are so graceful as they are galloping though the fields. I know that they are such a common animal, but whenever I see one just standing there, I can’t help but stop and look at them. They are beautiful especially when the snow is falling on them in the winter
Amy
i played on the street
a deer in in the woods
ran in front of me and
my fingertips brushed against
his fur
the world spun so differently
in that minute.
cars seem to swerve, they seem to stay still. perfect chemistry, in a mismanaged sort of way. shame that it still never ends well.
The alpaca arched, aimed it ears
around the curve of the clearing;
the beckoning of the wild senna
swirling in the sun drew it blinkered
blind to a metallic Giotto circle
that lead to lead and left the senna
to stand, frayed and wet
i hit a deer when i was driving in the fall of last year. it was terrible. it went leaping off the road and into the side of my car. poor thing. i never found its body but it probably did die. it definitely hurt my car. that was unfortunate. i drove a rental.
sometimes i see deer in our yard. they are so lovely and fragile looking. i always think of lovely and peaceful things when i see deer.
Oh dear, I ran over a dear and I’m not sure what to do. I feel like an ass and I look like a horrible, awful person. No worries for I am not, because I’m not a person at all. I apologize for my mistakes and for killing this beautiful being.
doe, a deer, a female deer. Or of the John variet, with a different spelling. Don’t be caught in the headlights. Soft, white spotted fur, don’t get caught, don’t be a face on a hunter’s wall.
i hit a deer with my car one time. it was awful. i thought i was going to die. then, i called my dad and he yelled at me for being so freakin scared. “Youre going to give yourself a heart attack” he said.
A deer is an animal that lives in a forest. Ever watched a movie names Bambi? Well, that’s a story of a deer. They’re too adorable to be afraid of. I even think they have magical powers!!
I once saw a deer at the side of the road in the snow. We were driving by and I thought it was dead. But I swear just as we passed it, it lifted its head just a little. We turned a corner and I never really knew if it was real.
I probably looked like an idiot. Her words had come out of no where, like some freak semi on a dark night when you could have sworn you looked both ways seven freaking times. How many times had I looked for this? I didn’t even see it coming.
“You want to…” I was a deer in the headlights. My lips barely moved as my eyes unfocused, unwilling to recognize the moment I had dreaded for so long.
“You want to go see Twilight?”
Deer are fascinating creatures. They are graceful and yet fragile. I’m always afraid I’ll hit one when I’m driving. Their eyes always get to me because they look so innocent and afraid and curious all at the same time.
The deer’s head perked up. It sensed a presence but was not sure. It turned to its left, then right. And back again. Making a sound, it bounded off into the forest.
Doe, like the one in Harry Potter that just keeps popping up everywhere because I can’t stop reading the book. Or because my uncle likes to make deer jerky, or my dad killed a deer once and then somebody stole the antlers…which was a low blow. Donovan killed a deer…doe, but it wasn’t as much fun as snagging a buck, or so I’m told.
I have heard that when you hit a deer a bunch of ticks will come flying across your windshield and on your car… Gross. What if you had your sunroof open?! All the ticks would come flying in and land on you. EVEN MORE GROSS. I wonder if you get in trouble for hitting a deer and not reporting it…
The deer looked up, and pranced quickly away. She needed to keep her footsteps light so as not to be heard
Her eyes grew and suddenly she was a deer, caught in the headlights.
She could adrenaline pulsing through her veins, fear too, faster than her blood, it must be. The decision was in front of her now, flight or fight? She could fight, she could run, could she run?, or- or what? What if she did nothing at all?
One day while walking around with friends in the woods, i cam across what looked like dog food or coco puffs or something. It turned out to be Deer poop, according to Yanely’s younger brother. He knew because he goes hunting, apperantly.
graceful, simple, light, clean, what ever teenager girl wants to be. abused by humans. kind, soft, submissive. the only calm thing one can find in a forest. knobby, awkward. lovable. A deer must have a such a life. just a scared as us humans, yet with wonderful simple intentions.
I walked into the hall and saw Bambi’s mom. How was I supposed to know my prospective boss practiced Disney taxidermy?
I heard about my friend who hit a deer and it terrified me. What would that be like? Just arms and legs and body and soul through your windshield, tossed aside and over your roof like it’s nothing. What if it was a human? Does it really matter?
The incident scarred her. She’s always darting her eyes back and forward now on the road. Now, she can’t relax.
an animal with antlers, kind eyes, an expression for a shocked person, also a homophone to a term of endearment. Tend to mess up cars.
animal. fawn. pretty. long legged. beauty of nature. horned. often killed by cars. wtf am i doing. this is weird. blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Hunting, goddamn i hate those hicks, but only because they hate me. Being a punk is hard in a rural area, you try it some time. Just kidding. I’d never eat deer meat. I don’t like most meat, It’s unhealthy (but salami is delicious).
Deer are often found in the woods. They are shy and if you run into them, they will dash away quickly. There is a movie about deers called Bambi. Bambi’s mother dies when she/he is very young. Deer are brown and have spots sometimes. The males have antlers. They are very fast. There are often deer crossing signs in the woods because people do not want to hit deers as they cross the streets.
shot and on the hood of my ford. i didnt care what they were going to think about me . this was my kill. my own.
did i feel remorseful, yes. but i knew they wouldn’t care about my remorse only the fact that i was bringing home a head for the wall.
the deer jumped out the window of the car as he noticed the camper coming back through the woods. he’d forgotten his poptart in the jeep…. was that a deer? EATing his tart?! no…. couldn’t be. the deer only smiled as it bounded away.
deer in headlights. deer in the forest. bambi. Oh poor, poor bambi. Prancing like a deer. Antlers like a deer. Oh, dear.
A deer is so beautiful:D They are sweet are they always make me think of Bambi. I would never want to kill a deer or eat one, I don’t think they would taste that appetizing anyway. They also make me think of forests and pretty things. I guess a deer makes me think of innocence and beauty. I like to see a deer someday. Don’t get me wrong I have seen one but maybe sometime again. That would be lovely.
mom im so happy and i want to go to paris because there is the best food in the world
i love cakes and eat
“Oh dear!”, screamed Susan. “Alfred, Alfred come quick! There’s a deer in the yard!”
Alfred got up solemnly, dragging his feet over to the window where his wife was standing with wide eyes.
a deer in the head lights. that is all I can see. It is staring at me as I run it down. Don’t slow down, my brain screams at me. It will be worse if you do. It will go through the window. Hit the gas. Go faster, get the deer out of the headlights.
in headlights. no plural. the time traveler’s wife. homonym for dear and dare. the drive to the Catskills. Catskill game farm. those yellow signs on the highway.
‘What was that?’ I asked panicked. And moved suddenly closer to him.
A deer sprinted past the campsite.
He gave a small laugh and looked down at my frightened face. ‘A scary, scary deer.’
I realized what I was doing and scooted away, embarrassed.
‘Ooohoohoo.’ called Simon ‘What’s going on over there in the shadows of THE CAMPFIRE. Hmmmmm?’
‘Nothing!’
deer run in the roads and hit cars but also get hit by cars. Bambi was a deer. A cute baby one. I saw a family tonight.
Fawn small, fragile jumping lightly from tree to tree seeking safety. Bambi, a youngling looking for its mother while dangerous humans hunt. Spotted and alert, always watching out and taking small sips in the creek beds.
deer are creatures that tend to be hunted, but they are so graceful. if it wasn’t for the fact that they might overrun nature, i doubt they would have been a target in the first place. i wish they weren’t being hunted at all.
frozen in the headlights. we all forget to breathe. never has an end. always has a start. life is simple when it seems the most difficult
…caught in headlights? I wonder if that’s how people feel when they first see the oneword.com prompt. Along with the, “oh hell, what the hell do I write feeling?” Do I write something witty? Thought provoking? …or do I just end up writing something like this?
the deer ran into the road and froze in the on-coming headlights. ruby stomped on the brakes and ground to a halt just short of its quivering nose. she pounded on the horn in frustration and the raucus blattttt startled the deer into action, bounding away into the dark. ruby slumped against the wheel for a moment, willing her pounding hard to slow down. trembling, she put the vehicle into gear and resumed her drive into destiny.
They are so graceful as they are galloping though the fields. I know that they are such a common animal, but whenever I see one just standing there, I can’t help but stop and look at them. They are beautiful especially when the snow is falling on them in the winter
i played on the street
a deer in in the woods
ran in front of me and
my fingertips brushed against
his fur
the world spun so differently
in that minute.