i took a job at the beginning of the summer, waitressing at a hotel on an island ten miles off the coast of the new hampshire coastline. the island is less than a mile both wide and long, and to make a long story very short i have not seen a deer in a very long time.
Abby
deer are very lovely animals but i don’t seem to love them, I love furry animals like cats, especially Persian cats, Oh I love them dearly, last week I caught one white male, and it was soo cute.
Abeer
Dear deer. Where do you go? When you go past the lights that almost took your life. Last night. Those lights, that light my way back home to the man who looks like a deer in headlights. Where did he go last night?
idiot fucking animals that get stuck in the streets and get hit by cars.
they are full of energy running through the trees and their fawns are so innocent and can barely walk when first born. they are ugly as well. I haven’t hit one with my car yet. I would never eat one.
vicki
You are graceful as you approach our backyard, gentle and calm. But your ears perk with the harsh cachophony of barks from my dogs. Fear not – they are gentle beasts who only want to play. And you are their new friends.
Sarah Nelson
Dear deer. Where do you go? When you go past the lights that almost took your life. Last night. Those lights that light my way back home to the man who looks like a deer in headlights. Where did he go last night?
Alyson
Trisha Vangates, for her husband Marty’s 50th birthday party, had thought it would be entertaining, for her husband and for the rest of their guests, if she hired a hypnotist to jump out of Marty’s one story tall flaming chocolate-vanilla cake and perform little tricks for a small portion of the evening — but only after a fair amount of alcohol consumption, otherwise the guests might have found the gesture tacky, Trisha worried. And so it was, three hours into the party, when the faces of Marty’s school friends and business cohorts and investor buddies were flushed with color, did she have the cake wheeled out. Where the hypnotist burst out with a fit of joy, and threw down a ball and disappeared into a cloud of smoke and then reappeared across the room and shouted: Who wants to be a volunteer!? A herd of men and women jumped from their seats and ran to the small raised stage where the man in the coat-tailed tuxedo stood, grinning, his small stature hidden by his very tall top hat. And so he began his feats and made Marty’s friends believe that they were ducks and cows and pigs, and he eventually called on Marty’s associate David Astburg, who was waiving his arms wildly like he was drowning in cold water, and he called him to the stage and brought David into a trance and made him believe that he was a deer. David dropped to all fours in imitation of a quadrupedic herbivore, and began sniffing around the stage for any grass. Before the illusionist could snap his fingers and make David believe that he was a person again, Raybon Durrance, an old friend of Marty’s from college, who had had too much to drink throughout the course of the entire evening (as was his custom), pushed his way to the front of the stage and grabbed the hypnotist by his lapels and said, “Do me now! I want to be a dinosaur! Make me believe that I’m a dinosaur!” And when the hypnotist told him to wait just a minute so that he could tend to David Astburg, Raybon groaned and tilted his head back like he was trying to catch drops of rain in his mouth and then headbutted the man, knocking off his top hat. The man picked himself and excused himself, bleeding profusely from his nose, and ran out of the Vangates palatial living room without so much as saying goodbye or picking up his cap. Corine Astburg, who watched without amusement as each of Marty’s inebriated friends was turned into a barnyard animal, rolled and her eyes and sighed, because David was still on stage on all fours, biting between planks of wood as though he were looking for something. She asked Trisha Vongates for a collar and thanked her for a lovely time and proceeded to walk David to the car. She led him with the collar into the backseat of the car, and she watched him stare without expression into the rear view mirror. Corine couldn’t help it. She began to cry. Not because of her husband’s newly found catatonia, but because now that she had a deer for a husband, she would have to move into the country.
deer in the headlights tend to get hit. they make for great paintings and move freely among the hills. They are said to be delicious but I beg to differ I have an emotional connection to the strives of deer and am saddened by them being killed for food
Rachael Hayes
There was a deer that night, I think. It just kinda came out of no where, and scared us both. What with both of us being new drivers, it was scary. I screamed, and then she swerved, and before we knew it
Katie
Deer lift their feet over the fence, with more grace than Rudolph could ever muster and fly into the cool crisp evening. At some point they seem to blend with the world itself.
Caroline
I blinked my eyes. There was that deer again, the one that didn’t have a shadow. How could it NOT have a SHADOW? I tracked it deeper into the woods. The birds’ singing was sweet music to my ears and I saw squirrels playing on far-away tress. My footsteps are light, so I don’t make a sound. The deer darts out of my sight for a minute and when I finally spot it again, I notice that I can’t hear the birds singing anymore, and the tress are much thicker here, yet I see no squirrels or any sign of wildlife at all. Where was this deer heading? It stopped, looked in my direction, right at me, and continued walking. Was it leading me some place? It was getting dark, but when I had first come into the forest it was mid morning. It should be noon by now… I continued to follow that mysterious deer. Finally I saw a light up ahead and I thought that we were coming to an opening, a clearing in the forest, but when I reached the light I realized that the deer had started glowing. A deep golden shine, radiant in the dark woods. She opened her mouth as if to say something………….
Meagan McGraw
The deer pranced through the meadow, his white fluffy tail perched high to the sky, along with his speckled ears, alert and listening to the forest and its cacophony of noises echoing through the trees.
Katie
No more deer to be seen after they were hunted out; carnage. The hunters decided to massacre all deer species. Today, the vultures are here. New carnage. Hunters are gone. No more hunters to hunt the deer. Only vultures.
FaridaEzzat
Blah blah blah…… We all died because we hit a deer while driving.
I have told that story so many times….so many, in fact I think I have mixed up some of my facts. I keep telling the people I met the story, but spice it up a little you know?
Meagan McGraw
The forest appears to be catching fire as the foxes race through. Birds scatter and bugs skitter but I haven’t seen any of it. As a human I miss the warning signs. The silver leaves are splashed red, the calm of the forest obliterated in a moment.Oh shit oh shoot someone shot my Deer.
the other day i was with some friends at a playground, at my old elementary school. there were some deer in the field. They were there, we were there. They were there for us.
Erin
As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after You
You, O Lord, are my heart’s desire and I long to worship You. (Psalm 42:1)
Have we ever seen a deer panting for water? How far removed we are from the world that our Father God created! But we know what it is to pant after water, and we know what it is to pant after that which seems so far out of reach that we may die before we can get that life-giving source of life. We feel that, don’t we? Each person, in the wee hours of the morning, rolling over in shame at the memory of things we’ve done or said or didn’t do/say, or feeling defeated after trying so hard to satisfy that pit in the middle of us that is always desperately thirst, hungry–each person knows that feeling. But this psalm tells us where refreshing waters are. They are in fountainhead that is the God of the Bible. He IS our heart’s desire and we truly desire to worship Him. Have you tried doing that? May springs of living water drench your thirstiness and splash joy all over your life today.
Mama
i breathe the forest, the forest breathes me. i stare, i wait. nobody passes me by. i am chained to the moon, i fall, those patterns leave me blind to the daylight.
s
nice tnderless, sweet agil fast thin inteligent
gaby de alba
There’s a silvery stag on top of the heel, an etheral deer. The air around it shines with ghost-mist, and Lori knows the rest of the Ghost Hunt will not be far behind, coming to take away whatever peace they have left.
But right now, she can’t convince herself that anything this beautiful could hurt her.
In one second, that deer made a jump for it and in that one second I couldn’t turn the wheel far enough or push the breaks hard enough. In that one second, I felt my heart sink, because I already knew in that one second, I lost my son sitting next to me.
Mary
Psh, what to write about deer. I see them everyday in my front lawn, prancing about, being. . . deer-y. They just walk across my lawn, and sometimes just sit there. It’s sad when you see the wounded baby deers who’s mothers left behind, but sometimes you find them in time and can save them. Other than that, though, it’s all pretty normal.
Jasmine White
Each day he awoke there were thirteen deer, full grown the size of small riding mowers making just as much noise as they nibbled away the grass, that each had thirteen baby deer with them and they would dart away into the backend of the woods when he beat the screens of his windows with a cane.
Dan
The deer ran across the road as the tires screeched. A sickening thud. The driver, shaking, opens his door and steps out onto the wet asphalt. Glancing at the deer, he shakes his head. He never had a chance.
Nicole Jones
When I was a child we used to drive up to see my mother’s side of the family up in Maryland. We lived in Florida, and so did a good deal of the rest of my family, so I was essentially driving to see a family I never really knew and never would come to know. When we would drive, we would use our high beams in the woods, and I remember feeling so terrified by the idea that something might pop out of the woods. One day, something did. A deer, like a bat in the night, dashed in front of the car and broke our windshield. Something once so sweet and comforting, made dangerous and terrifying in an instant.
Caitlin
Fisrt thing is deer hunter, and that brings cavantina by john williams, a great song that reminds me of the piano teacher who mentioned it while we were practicing ii v Is, good time
Martí
this is my name in croatian. not exactly but close enough. this deer lives by the sea. the movie deer hunter was mentionedto me more times than i care to remember after introductions with new people, usually guys, in croatia. i never cared enough to go rent the movie but did wonder slightly why the question of whether i ever watched the movie always came with many chuckles.
lelena54321
The thing that jumps out in the middle of the road. The animal that people shoot to hang on the walls of there home. Basically its the animal that people either completly avoid or they try to kill.
meagan
whys it the word deer? this reminds me soley of a deer in headlights. so many times ive had that look ; of shock, of suprise, much confusion. i feel stupid and enlightened all at the same time. so i guess “deer in headlights” shouldnt be seen as a negative thing.. it should be seen as a silly look behind a deep and beautiful meaning.
It stood there. I though it was a dog. It was a deer — in the ditch at marv and cheryl’s. So i did what i had to do…i chased it with my bike. That deer was much faster than me. But she stopped at the end of the cul de sac…turned around and stared at me.
3 berries
A cloven hoofed martyr of the forest meat breed. Golden hooved retainer of the ways of green leaves, damp soil and frozen winter. White-tailed guardian of the wood. Antlered home defender, mother of the spotted fawn.
micah
The deer jumped into the path of our little blue Opal, yes that’s how long ago it was. My 8 year old brother and I jumped back in alarm and scraped our chins against the back seat while we writhed in pain.
I was driving late one night when three deer crossed the path of my vehicle.. I slowed down, as to not harm the animals or myself, and realized the buck was wearing a tie. He was the boss I’m sure. What of the others, I wondered. Are they his workers? Is this legal?
My mum does the work. The deer arrives and the whole family is excited. She starts by cutting its head off, then its legs, then gutting it and skinning it. She the cuts the meat off the deer and bags this meat. But how do we get the deer in the first place? My stepdad hunts them. He uses the age old technique of bow and arrow.
Liam
I wandered around the parking lot, thinking I’d figure out the general layout of the building. I’m not always the best at figuring out where I’m going, but my thought was that if I took the extra time to “study up” ahead of time I’d do alright.
Beautiful and graceful, running through the forest. Such quiet creatures, it’s a shame people have to hunt them. i wish I could capture the gentleness and treasu
Marni L
There were three deer crossing the road. One of them had a tie on. It was the boss for sure. I slowed down to take a picture but they ran. Damn. Deer with a tie. The End.
Brian
I saw her coming through the woods. The doe was sure-footed, and kept her head low to the ground, nosing for green things to eat. My brother nudged me. “Now, Jamie, do it now. We ain’t got those tags for nothin’.” I froze.
i took a job at the beginning of the summer, waitressing at a hotel on an island ten miles off the coast of the new hampshire coastline. the island is less than a mile both wide and long, and to make a long story very short i have not seen a deer in a very long time.
deer are very lovely animals but i don’t seem to love them, I love furry animals like cats, especially Persian cats, Oh I love them dearly, last week I caught one white male, and it was soo cute.
Dear deer. Where do you go? When you go past the lights that almost took your life. Last night. Those lights, that light my way back home to the man who looks like a deer in headlights. Where did he go last night?
I appreciate that part of my mind that reminds of Bambi when I look or hear the word deer.
idiot fucking animals that get stuck in the streets and get hit by cars.
they are full of energy running through the trees and their fawns are so innocent and can barely walk when first born. they are ugly as well. I haven’t hit one with my car yet. I would never eat one.
You are graceful as you approach our backyard, gentle and calm. But your ears perk with the harsh cachophony of barks from my dogs. Fear not – they are gentle beasts who only want to play. And you are their new friends.
Dear deer. Where do you go? When you go past the lights that almost took your life. Last night. Those lights that light my way back home to the man who looks like a deer in headlights. Where did he go last night?
Trisha Vangates, for her husband Marty’s 50th birthday party, had thought it would be entertaining, for her husband and for the rest of their guests, if she hired a hypnotist to jump out of Marty’s one story tall flaming chocolate-vanilla cake and perform little tricks for a small portion of the evening — but only after a fair amount of alcohol consumption, otherwise the guests might have found the gesture tacky, Trisha worried. And so it was, three hours into the party, when the faces of Marty’s school friends and business cohorts and investor buddies were flushed with color, did she have the cake wheeled out. Where the hypnotist burst out with a fit of joy, and threw down a ball and disappeared into a cloud of smoke and then reappeared across the room and shouted: Who wants to be a volunteer!? A herd of men and women jumped from their seats and ran to the small raised stage where the man in the coat-tailed tuxedo stood, grinning, his small stature hidden by his very tall top hat. And so he began his feats and made Marty’s friends believe that they were ducks and cows and pigs, and he eventually called on Marty’s associate David Astburg, who was waiving his arms wildly like he was drowning in cold water, and he called him to the stage and brought David into a trance and made him believe that he was a deer. David dropped to all fours in imitation of a quadrupedic herbivore, and began sniffing around the stage for any grass. Before the illusionist could snap his fingers and make David believe that he was a person again, Raybon Durrance, an old friend of Marty’s from college, who had had too much to drink throughout the course of the entire evening (as was his custom), pushed his way to the front of the stage and grabbed the hypnotist by his lapels and said, “Do me now! I want to be a dinosaur! Make me believe that I’m a dinosaur!” And when the hypnotist told him to wait just a minute so that he could tend to David Astburg, Raybon groaned and tilted his head back like he was trying to catch drops of rain in his mouth and then headbutted the man, knocking off his top hat. The man picked himself and excused himself, bleeding profusely from his nose, and ran out of the Vangates palatial living room without so much as saying goodbye or picking up his cap. Corine Astburg, who watched without amusement as each of Marty’s inebriated friends was turned into a barnyard animal, rolled and her eyes and sighed, because David was still on stage on all fours, biting between planks of wood as though he were looking for something. She asked Trisha Vongates for a collar and thanked her for a lovely time and proceeded to walk David to the car. She led him with the collar into the backseat of the car, and she watched him stare without expression into the rear view mirror. Corine couldn’t help it. She began to cry. Not because of her husband’s newly found catatonia, but because now that she had a deer for a husband, she would have to move into the country.
deer in the headlights tend to get hit. they make for great paintings and move freely among the hills. They are said to be delicious but I beg to differ I have an emotional connection to the strives of deer and am saddened by them being killed for food
There was a deer that night, I think. It just kinda came out of no where, and scared us both. What with both of us being new drivers, it was scary. I screamed, and then she swerved, and before we knew it
Deer lift their feet over the fence, with more grace than Rudolph could ever muster and fly into the cool crisp evening. At some point they seem to blend with the world itself.
I blinked my eyes. There was that deer again, the one that didn’t have a shadow. How could it NOT have a SHADOW? I tracked it deeper into the woods. The birds’ singing was sweet music to my ears and I saw squirrels playing on far-away tress. My footsteps are light, so I don’t make a sound. The deer darts out of my sight for a minute and when I finally spot it again, I notice that I can’t hear the birds singing anymore, and the tress are much thicker here, yet I see no squirrels or any sign of wildlife at all. Where was this deer heading? It stopped, looked in my direction, right at me, and continued walking. Was it leading me some place? It was getting dark, but when I had first come into the forest it was mid morning. It should be noon by now… I continued to follow that mysterious deer. Finally I saw a light up ahead and I thought that we were coming to an opening, a clearing in the forest, but when I reached the light I realized that the deer had started glowing. A deep golden shine, radiant in the dark woods. She opened her mouth as if to say something………….
The deer pranced through the meadow, his white fluffy tail perched high to the sky, along with his speckled ears, alert and listening to the forest and its cacophony of noises echoing through the trees.
No more deer to be seen after they were hunted out; carnage. The hunters decided to massacre all deer species. Today, the vultures are here. New carnage. Hunters are gone. No more hunters to hunt the deer. Only vultures.
Blah blah blah…… We all died because we hit a deer while driving.
I have told that story so many times….so many, in fact I think I have mixed up some of my facts. I keep telling the people I met the story, but spice it up a little you know?
The forest appears to be catching fire as the foxes race through. Birds scatter and bugs skitter but I haven’t seen any of it. As a human I miss the warning signs. The silver leaves are splashed red, the calm of the forest obliterated in a moment.Oh shit oh shoot someone shot my Deer.
I hate deer. I hit one once. He didn’t die though. The deer always stand there staring at you. Unseeing, unblinking. I wonder what they think.
the other day i was with some friends at a playground, at my old elementary school. there were some deer in the field. They were there, we were there. They were there for us.
As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after You
You, O Lord, are my heart’s desire and I long to worship You. (Psalm 42:1)
Have we ever seen a deer panting for water? How far removed we are from the world that our Father God created! But we know what it is to pant after water, and we know what it is to pant after that which seems so far out of reach that we may die before we can get that life-giving source of life. We feel that, don’t we? Each person, in the wee hours of the morning, rolling over in shame at the memory of things we’ve done or said or didn’t do/say, or feeling defeated after trying so hard to satisfy that pit in the middle of us that is always desperately thirst, hungry–each person knows that feeling. But this psalm tells us where refreshing waters are. They are in fountainhead that is the God of the Bible. He IS our heart’s desire and we truly desire to worship Him. Have you tried doing that? May springs of living water drench your thirstiness and splash joy all over your life today.
i breathe the forest, the forest breathes me. i stare, i wait. nobody passes me by. i am chained to the moon, i fall, those patterns leave me blind to the daylight.
nice tnderless, sweet agil fast thin inteligent
There’s a silvery stag on top of the heel, an etheral deer. The air around it shines with ghost-mist, and Lori knows the rest of the Ghost Hunt will not be far behind, coming to take away whatever peace they have left.
But right now, she can’t convince herself that anything this beautiful could hurt her.
In one second, that deer made a jump for it and in that one second I couldn’t turn the wheel far enough or push the breaks hard enough. In that one second, I felt my heart sink, because I already knew in that one second, I lost my son sitting next to me.
Psh, what to write about deer. I see them everyday in my front lawn, prancing about, being. . . deer-y. They just walk across my lawn, and sometimes just sit there. It’s sad when you see the wounded baby deers who’s mothers left behind, but sometimes you find them in time and can save them. Other than that, though, it’s all pretty normal.
Each day he awoke there were thirteen deer, full grown the size of small riding mowers making just as much noise as they nibbled away the grass, that each had thirteen baby deer with them and they would dart away into the backend of the woods when he beat the screens of his windows with a cane.
The deer ran across the road as the tires screeched. A sickening thud. The driver, shaking, opens his door and steps out onto the wet asphalt. Glancing at the deer, he shakes his head. He never had a chance.
When I was a child we used to drive up to see my mother’s side of the family up in Maryland. We lived in Florida, and so did a good deal of the rest of my family, so I was essentially driving to see a family I never really knew and never would come to know. When we would drive, we would use our high beams in the woods, and I remember feeling so terrified by the idea that something might pop out of the woods. One day, something did. A deer, like a bat in the night, dashed in front of the car and broke our windshield. Something once so sweet and comforting, made dangerous and terrifying in an instant.
Fisrt thing is deer hunter, and that brings cavantina by john williams, a great song that reminds me of the piano teacher who mentioned it while we were practicing ii v Is, good time
this is my name in croatian. not exactly but close enough. this deer lives by the sea. the movie deer hunter was mentionedto me more times than i care to remember after introductions with new people, usually guys, in croatia. i never cared enough to go rent the movie but did wonder slightly why the question of whether i ever watched the movie always came with many chuckles.
The thing that jumps out in the middle of the road. The animal that people shoot to hang on the walls of there home. Basically its the animal that people either completly avoid or they try to kill.
whys it the word deer? this reminds me soley of a deer in headlights. so many times ive had that look ; of shock, of suprise, much confusion. i feel stupid and enlightened all at the same time. so i guess “deer in headlights” shouldnt be seen as a negative thing.. it should be seen as a silly look behind a deep and beautiful meaning.
It stood there. I though it was a dog. It was a deer — in the ditch at marv and cheryl’s. So i did what i had to do…i chased it with my bike. That deer was much faster than me. But she stopped at the end of the cul de sac…turned around and stared at me.
A cloven hoofed martyr of the forest meat breed. Golden hooved retainer of the ways of green leaves, damp soil and frozen winter. White-tailed guardian of the wood. Antlered home defender, mother of the spotted fawn.
The deer jumped into the path of our little blue Opal, yes that’s how long ago it was. My 8 year old brother and I jumped back in alarm and scraped our chins against the back seat while we writhed in pain.
I was driving late one night when three deer crossed the path of my vehicle.. I slowed down, as to not harm the animals or myself, and realized the buck was wearing a tie. He was the boss I’m sure. What of the others, I wondered. Are they his workers? Is this legal?
My mum does the work. The deer arrives and the whole family is excited. She starts by cutting its head off, then its legs, then gutting it and skinning it. She the cuts the meat off the deer and bags this meat. But how do we get the deer in the first place? My stepdad hunts them. He uses the age old technique of bow and arrow.
I wandered around the parking lot, thinking I’d figure out the general layout of the building. I’m not always the best at figuring out where I’m going, but my thought was that if I took the extra time to “study up” ahead of time I’d do alright.
Beautiful and graceful, running through the forest. Such quiet creatures, it’s a shame people have to hunt them. i wish I could capture the gentleness and treasu
There were three deer crossing the road. One of them had a tie on. It was the boss for sure. I slowed down to take a picture but they ran. Damn. Deer with a tie. The End.
I saw her coming through the woods. The doe was sure-footed, and kept her head low to the ground, nosing for green things to eat. My brother nudged me. “Now, Jamie, do it now. We ain’t got those tags for nothin’.” I froze.