deer lover, dear life. I love you more than words can say. I know this is the wrong kind of deer, but how can i hear the word dear and not think of your beautiful face, and how i feel about you. You are my dear and my deer. I just want to take care of you forever.
carissa
there once was a person who hit a deer. and then the deer died. the ghost of the deer came back and raped his children and they were not happy. he had big antlers, the better to rape them with. the children were scarred for life, and they told their dad. their dad claimed to have no clue about it, but secretly, he had hired the deer to rape his children because he knew they needed to be corrupted at some point in time.
adrianna
he hit the deer, and that was the last straw i opend the car door and jumped out the poor life the deer has lost. i prayed for him and continuid on my jorney with new means of transportation my feet.
noble1
I hit a deer on the road, and I felt so bad about it, I ran home, got my wallet, ran to the local exotic animal store and bought one, then released into the wild to make up for the one i accidently killed. Maybe now the deer’s family can forgive me.
Elias
a deer was once found in a forest, and then his dad was killed? then his mom, and he was scarred for life, and then he went through a bunch of shit and made some friends n went on to become so famous that walt disney decided to make a fucking movie about him and his adventures, but then like he was portrayed as a homosexual and people questioned him.
nico
In high school, i found a worksheet someone had filled out about a deer. It was by far the funniestthing i had ever read, so I kept it. I still have it.
Matt
Deer are creepy. No one thinks that, but it’s true. Have you ever seen a deer up close? Their big eyes, their awkward shape, the way they move. They’re like aliens.
And they’re unwelcome on my windshield.
alice
deers are very trendy. Have you noticed that? Hipesters everywhere are posting things on tumblr about nature and trees and deer and its like the artsy thing to do. Its pretty cool though. I like bambi. No joke.
jordan
deer, caught in headlights. Staring blankly at the cars whizzing past it. What will it do? Hope out into traffic, confused and startled? or will it duck aay safely into the forest, back to safety and the known. “Don’t look,” my father said as we drove quickly past, “you don’t want to see what happens when we’ve past it.” I do look, though, and I look in relief. It gives me a wink, or so it seems, and darts back into the safe nest of the waiting branches and leaves.
Anna
I stood there. The lights getting closer. Eyes wide. Pupils shrink. My mouth dropped open before the hood connected with my ribs, shattering every one of them. I flew up into the air, rolling across the top of the car and off the back. Whoever said that time goes slower during these kinds of things was a damn liar.
Chameleon
a deer, it flew. through the forest and up the stream, it flew. and i watched it fly, for i was there and i wanted to touch it, as it flew. it was the most beautiful little creature i’d ever laid eyes on and as the sun set upon the night sky, he flew up. up towards the heavens in a spiral like the white rabbit ran. and it ran like mother gave me, and it tasted like heaven.
erika
the deer was beautiful. It pranced through the meadow in the first few moments it was born. The mother deer stood back in disbelief. How could a child that has just been born have so much energy? Obviously the mother didn’t think about the fact that it needed to explore. The deer carefully walked around as it’s nose adapted to all the new scents that were introduced to it the moment it entered the new world
KarlAnthonyyy
One time, Mr. Miller was driving an dhe hit a deer. He dragged it to the side of the road and continued driving but he hit another deer. He cursed, because it broke his headlight. He dragged it to the side and conitinued driving. When he was almost home, he saw two more deer but was able to bring his car to a screeching halt in time. His wife was very angry, learning about the deer incidents.
Jennifer
The deer, prancing in the meadow, head held aloft and grand antlers gleaming in the evening twilight. He bent his head down, and grazes upon the lush green grass. He heard a crunch, and lifted his head and froze, eyes wide. A hunter. He heard the gun fire right before he fell to the ground.
Jessica
Everytime the baby deer left its home, it found danger. Traps set in the ground were hidden from view, and even though they thought they were silent, the hunters breathing was easy to see.
“Mommy, when can we be safe?” The baby asked.
“Soon, very soon.”
“Okay. Thank you mommy.” They walked in the shadows. No hunter ever caught them, ever saw them, because they had already been caught. They had already been seen. And their partially clear silhouettes told a story any deer would get the chills at.
But thats a different story.
Amaya
The deer stood frozen on stiff skinny legs,my headlights blazing on his innocent face. We both sat there a while just staring at one another until he spooked and pranced away.
gab
I’m only here to fill up a few minutes before a friend of mine comes to pick me up. Though I guess on the ride I’ll be thinking about deer and how ironic it’d be if we hit one. That’s such a morbid idea, one day you’re just walking along in the woods and then THWACH. Your a stain on the side of the road. Man, that’s like the definition of mortality. Anyway, guess I’m done.
Matthew Mosquera
The deer was in my house for two weeks. I never thought I could get so annoyed. First, he ate all my food. Next, the stupid deer ate my couch cushion. I’ve never been so happy as the day when it left.
Kelly
One time a deer crashed through my friends car window and severely injured her and her family.
Abbey
People hunt deer. It seems like a popular animal to hunt. I guess because there are so many. I don’t like that. I don’t like it that people hunt. I guess it’s not really a huge problem, but I just don’t like the idea of hunting. I don’t like it when things die.
Tyler
ran through the woods in teh early morning light.
soft brown and white spots. its littel tail glinted in hte light. bound and leap, bound and leap bound and then of course leap. aww to move in the breaze like a tiny deer.
Dusti
there one was a deer that was so deer-like it was sad. sometimes i’m like that deer. they’re in headlights, struck by the shock of the passing cars. and yes, he’s the passing car. whenever i see him it’s like i’m a deer in headlights. i can’t even think clearly. my mouth stops up and i don’t even comprehend the actions that follow. so what would i do next? mumble and stutter some ridiculous question and hope for the best.
idiomagical
i have a pet deer tommy boy when he hits “bambi” haha
z
You hit a rendeer with your car. I told you not to do that, Why would you do that? You’re so mean. You said ‘He earned it’, ‘why wouldn’t you let me shoot the deer’? ‘Because that’s MEAN’
Anonymous
deer is an animal with stuff n it’s head, it’s cute and funny, it runs in the muntains and male deers fights fr female deers, they are always chased by hunters in forests and mountains.
aaa
the deer was deep into the forest and quietly grazing on the branches of the fallen trees. It was fall and the seasons were changing and winter would soon be upon the earth. All the animals were preparing for the long winter that was to come. There had been predictions of a long cold season and the fear was in air.
Sharon
All I can think of is people staring, like the saying “deer caught in the headlights.” It makes me think of life only because everyone is like that, not knowing what will come next and are wandering confused, stopping to stare at the surprises of life. I also think of my dear. He is lovely.
Rayven
my mother once hit a deer with her car and it died. my friend once shot a deer and we barbequed and ate it. it didnt taste very good, too tough. but interesting i guess. i like the males deers antlers, they look sick! anyways, they are kind of pointless animals, but nontheless they are beautiful. i dont know what to write anymore!!!!
Priya Devasirvatham
a deer went to the store and bought eggs, milk, and cheese for stroganoff and then went home and fed its children. good deer do their duties and are not failtastic parents!
Katie
From the corner of his eye during his hike he saw leaves rustle; twigs snap; foliage disturbed. He looked then, but he did not catch much except a fleeting flash of doe-brown and white.
g
intelligently the doe glanced at the dewdropped leaves and surmized that they would be succulent to munch on.
bobo
soft, just soft as your skin. i wanna lay down on a green, sunny garden full of raindrops that wash you way from me.
Anonymous
When I lived in Washington State, deer were a part of my everyday life. We lived right next to the forest, so they were our neighbors. I loved them, but my mom hated that they would always eat her rose bushes. Deer are peaceful to watch.
Jessica
The deer ran out in front of me, I didn’t have time to stop. I’d never killed an animal before, as a matter of fact I was a vegetarian at the time. I cried. Poor deer. :(
Camille
my brother likes to hunt deer. He can’t wait for them to be in season. He has recently taken up bow hunting for deer. He is pretty good.
I like to watch for deer on the side of the road when I’m driving. I like to see the startled look they have. I am also afraid that I will hit one and die.
Jill
“I wish I was a moose.”
emma
“My dear,” I said, opening the ring box with my paws. “Will you marry me?”
“We’re deer. We don’t marry.”
“I know. I just like puns.”
Copland
Deer is very, very tasty. One time I had venison sausage and I still remember exactly how delicious it was. The carcass was hung up to bleed out in a tree outside of the house of the man who hunted it and turned it into such tasty vittles. I punched it.
Savanah
She looked into her headlights and saw shadows dancing only fifteen meters from her. She screamed and knew, like most sensible people, that running over the deer would save her life. She didn’t understand why swerving caused so much damage to people.
Thump.
She heard as she went across the road in the dark, lonely night, the massive thousand-pound truck rolling on top of the deer. The felt the pressure on its beautiful, brown skin, the impact as her car came down to earth after massacring this poor animal. She kept her eyes on the road as her eyes started tearing and her face turned red, the only red you would see on the carcass of a bloody animal.
Scythe42
I can’t imagine how scary it is to stare into those lights. Those lights looming closer, closer, blocking out doe-eyed vision. You will the coming collision to a stop, but no. You can’t stop it, the coming attack. I don’t want to say it’s like falling in love, but…
deer lover, dear life. I love you more than words can say. I know this is the wrong kind of deer, but how can i hear the word dear and not think of your beautiful face, and how i feel about you. You are my dear and my deer. I just want to take care of you forever.
there once was a person who hit a deer. and then the deer died. the ghost of the deer came back and raped his children and they were not happy. he had big antlers, the better to rape them with. the children were scarred for life, and they told their dad. their dad claimed to have no clue about it, but secretly, he had hired the deer to rape his children because he knew they needed to be corrupted at some point in time.
he hit the deer, and that was the last straw i opend the car door and jumped out the poor life the deer has lost. i prayed for him and continuid on my jorney with new means of transportation my feet.
I hit a deer on the road, and I felt so bad about it, I ran home, got my wallet, ran to the local exotic animal store and bought one, then released into the wild to make up for the one i accidently killed. Maybe now the deer’s family can forgive me.
a deer was once found in a forest, and then his dad was killed? then his mom, and he was scarred for life, and then he went through a bunch of shit and made some friends n went on to become so famous that walt disney decided to make a fucking movie about him and his adventures, but then like he was portrayed as a homosexual and people questioned him.
In high school, i found a worksheet someone had filled out about a deer. It was by far the funniestthing i had ever read, so I kept it. I still have it.
Deer are creepy. No one thinks that, but it’s true. Have you ever seen a deer up close? Their big eyes, their awkward shape, the way they move. They’re like aliens.
And they’re unwelcome on my windshield.
deers are very trendy. Have you noticed that? Hipesters everywhere are posting things on tumblr about nature and trees and deer and its like the artsy thing to do. Its pretty cool though. I like bambi. No joke.
deer, caught in headlights. Staring blankly at the cars whizzing past it. What will it do? Hope out into traffic, confused and startled? or will it duck aay safely into the forest, back to safety and the known. “Don’t look,” my father said as we drove quickly past, “you don’t want to see what happens when we’ve past it.” I do look, though, and I look in relief. It gives me a wink, or so it seems, and darts back into the safe nest of the waiting branches and leaves.
I stood there. The lights getting closer. Eyes wide. Pupils shrink. My mouth dropped open before the hood connected with my ribs, shattering every one of them. I flew up into the air, rolling across the top of the car and off the back. Whoever said that time goes slower during these kinds of things was a damn liar.
a deer, it flew. through the forest and up the stream, it flew. and i watched it fly, for i was there and i wanted to touch it, as it flew. it was the most beautiful little creature i’d ever laid eyes on and as the sun set upon the night sky, he flew up. up towards the heavens in a spiral like the white rabbit ran. and it ran like mother gave me, and it tasted like heaven.
the deer was beautiful. It pranced through the meadow in the first few moments it was born. The mother deer stood back in disbelief. How could a child that has just been born have so much energy? Obviously the mother didn’t think about the fact that it needed to explore. The deer carefully walked around as it’s nose adapted to all the new scents that were introduced to it the moment it entered the new world
One time, Mr. Miller was driving an dhe hit a deer. He dragged it to the side of the road and continued driving but he hit another deer. He cursed, because it broke his headlight. He dragged it to the side and conitinued driving. When he was almost home, he saw two more deer but was able to bring his car to a screeching halt in time. His wife was very angry, learning about the deer incidents.
The deer, prancing in the meadow, head held aloft and grand antlers gleaming in the evening twilight. He bent his head down, and grazes upon the lush green grass. He heard a crunch, and lifted his head and froze, eyes wide. A hunter. He heard the gun fire right before he fell to the ground.
Everytime the baby deer left its home, it found danger. Traps set in the ground were hidden from view, and even though they thought they were silent, the hunters breathing was easy to see.
“Mommy, when can we be safe?” The baby asked.
“Soon, very soon.”
“Okay. Thank you mommy.” They walked in the shadows. No hunter ever caught them, ever saw them, because they had already been caught. They had already been seen. And their partially clear silhouettes told a story any deer would get the chills at.
But thats a different story.
The deer stood frozen on stiff skinny legs,my headlights blazing on his innocent face. We both sat there a while just staring at one another until he spooked and pranced away.
I’m only here to fill up a few minutes before a friend of mine comes to pick me up. Though I guess on the ride I’ll be thinking about deer and how ironic it’d be if we hit one. That’s such a morbid idea, one day you’re just walking along in the woods and then THWACH. Your a stain on the side of the road. Man, that’s like the definition of mortality. Anyway, guess I’m done.
The deer was in my house for two weeks. I never thought I could get so annoyed. First, he ate all my food. Next, the stupid deer ate my couch cushion. I’ve never been so happy as the day when it left.
One time a deer crashed through my friends car window and severely injured her and her family.
People hunt deer. It seems like a popular animal to hunt. I guess because there are so many. I don’t like that. I don’t like it that people hunt. I guess it’s not really a huge problem, but I just don’t like the idea of hunting. I don’t like it when things die.
ran through the woods in teh early morning light.
soft brown and white spots. its littel tail glinted in hte light. bound and leap, bound and leap bound and then of course leap. aww to move in the breaze like a tiny deer.
there one was a deer that was so deer-like it was sad. sometimes i’m like that deer. they’re in headlights, struck by the shock of the passing cars. and yes, he’s the passing car. whenever i see him it’s like i’m a deer in headlights. i can’t even think clearly. my mouth stops up and i don’t even comprehend the actions that follow. so what would i do next? mumble and stutter some ridiculous question and hope for the best.
i have a pet deer tommy boy when he hits “bambi” haha
You hit a rendeer with your car. I told you not to do that, Why would you do that? You’re so mean. You said ‘He earned it’, ‘why wouldn’t you let me shoot the deer’? ‘Because that’s MEAN’
deer is an animal with stuff n it’s head, it’s cute and funny, it runs in the muntains and male deers fights fr female deers, they are always chased by hunters in forests and mountains.
the deer was deep into the forest and quietly grazing on the branches of the fallen trees. It was fall and the seasons were changing and winter would soon be upon the earth. All the animals were preparing for the long winter that was to come. There had been predictions of a long cold season and the fear was in air.
All I can think of is people staring, like the saying “deer caught in the headlights.” It makes me think of life only because everyone is like that, not knowing what will come next and are wandering confused, stopping to stare at the surprises of life. I also think of my dear. He is lovely.
my mother once hit a deer with her car and it died. my friend once shot a deer and we barbequed and ate it. it didnt taste very good, too tough. but interesting i guess. i like the males deers antlers, they look sick! anyways, they are kind of pointless animals, but nontheless they are beautiful. i dont know what to write anymore!!!!
a deer went to the store and bought eggs, milk, and cheese for stroganoff and then went home and fed its children. good deer do their duties and are not failtastic parents!
From the corner of his eye during his hike he saw leaves rustle; twigs snap; foliage disturbed. He looked then, but he did not catch much except a fleeting flash of doe-brown and white.
intelligently the doe glanced at the dewdropped leaves and surmized that they would be succulent to munch on.
soft, just soft as your skin. i wanna lay down on a green, sunny garden full of raindrops that wash you way from me.
When I lived in Washington State, deer were a part of my everyday life. We lived right next to the forest, so they were our neighbors. I loved them, but my mom hated that they would always eat her rose bushes. Deer are peaceful to watch.
The deer ran out in front of me, I didn’t have time to stop. I’d never killed an animal before, as a matter of fact I was a vegetarian at the time. I cried. Poor deer. :(
my brother likes to hunt deer. He can’t wait for them to be in season. He has recently taken up bow hunting for deer. He is pretty good.
I like to watch for deer on the side of the road when I’m driving. I like to see the startled look they have. I am also afraid that I will hit one and die.
“I wish I was a moose.”
“My dear,” I said, opening the ring box with my paws. “Will you marry me?”
“We’re deer. We don’t marry.”
“I know. I just like puns.”
Deer is very, very tasty. One time I had venison sausage and I still remember exactly how delicious it was. The carcass was hung up to bleed out in a tree outside of the house of the man who hunted it and turned it into such tasty vittles. I punched it.
She looked into her headlights and saw shadows dancing only fifteen meters from her. She screamed and knew, like most sensible people, that running over the deer would save her life. She didn’t understand why swerving caused so much damage to people.
Thump.
She heard as she went across the road in the dark, lonely night, the massive thousand-pound truck rolling on top of the deer. The felt the pressure on its beautiful, brown skin, the impact as her car came down to earth after massacring this poor animal. She kept her eyes on the road as her eyes started tearing and her face turned red, the only red you would see on the carcass of a bloody animal.
I can’t imagine how scary it is to stare into those lights. Those lights looming closer, closer, blocking out doe-eyed vision. You will the coming collision to a stop, but no. You can’t stop it, the coming attack. I don’t want to say it’s like falling in love, but…