many deer had been on the prairy eating grass, but that afternoon something changed this daily and boring routine. some creature, walking in two legs were moving beneath the woods, suddenly fire spat out from one of their metallic arms, everything i saw blacked out, only screams from my fellow deer friends where the last i heard
Carlos
The deer was sleek and fit as it flew through the forest, underbrush whipping at its legs. The loud blast had startled it from its snack and now it pounded its way toward what it hoped to be safety.
Collin Michener
deer I shot one and said DONT CARE!
tasted good. I need to fight to kill shoot all the food you need
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!
Justyn Palmatier
I hit a deer once. It was really scary because I love deeer. Like No joke. THey rock. It was also scary because I watched the deer the whole time as it ran towards the side of the car. Sad thing is my friend never stopped. Not once. He was like whatever it is just a stupid deer that no one really cares about anyway.
Skye
It wasn’t that long ago that I saw her standing on the edge of the field, a beautiful doe deer, regal in all of her wild nature. She bent down, nuzzled something in the grass in front of her and a fawn, smaller than any I had seen before sprung up in front of her.
Myste
I have hit two deer in my life. The second one was while it was raining. I somehow missed the first and third deer that ran across the road and hit the fawn in the middle. It wasn’t hurt tho. It slid right off.
Kate
Once my father shot a dear. I watched him hang it over my swingset and skin it. It’s tongue hang out of it’s mouth and blood was dripping everywhere. As he gutted the deer I sat there and watched. I think the worst part is that it did not bother me as I watched this whole thing take place.
Lauren
deer have a fear of being hit, especially by a baseball mit. deer are fucking crazy. I always am wondering what they are thinking as I pass them in my car. deer beer disappear.
caroline
deers run out in the open, headlights flash on them, they freeze and its as if the entire world is standing still, no one makes a sound, its quiet in the dead of night, the trees sway in the wind as the deers stand still, caught in the blinding light, everyones waiting for them to move, for life to start moving again, turning at its normal pace, funny how such little things can freeze time,
Nikkie
deer abby deer leader deer john letter john deere. i remember the night i was driving my brother to the best buy and it was dark and the car in front of me hit a deer. they didn’t stop. they sped up and didn’t bother to call it in. i saw the deer run up and go back into the woods. but it was limping and i knew what it would do. just lay out in the middle of the woods until it died like they all do.
nancy
deer
Luke
dead animal in the road, smelly, looks like a GIANT dog -scary! Bambi, cute! spots. hurr ima durr, nic, postcards.
j
Deer. there alot were I come from. And most people do hunt. I have almost been shot because of this.
They are really not good for anything.
they are just deer.
Matt
dead animal in the road, smelly, looks like a GIANT dog -scary! Bambi, cute! spots. hurr ima durr, nic, postcards.
j
deer is a great animal, lifting the spirit of anybody who sees it. It goes way back with the story of bambi that we’ve all heard since our childhood.
Vigyaan
i see them on highways, often in my headlights. they are usually roadkill. looking for them in the fields, i sometimes miss the fawns grazing by the side of the road. deer are some of the most graceful creatures in nature.
Sarah_S
a deer in the headlights. that was me. when she asked where i’d been…i couldn’t tell her I’d been with him in their house in their bed. I’d lose everything. “There was a dog,” I said, “in the road, so I had to help it home.” Hmmm and she downed her wine.
Rachel
Her big deer eyes looking at me, I wasn’t sure what to do. I told her that I was sorry for everything I had done, but her big blues teared up and she left. I’ve been staring at the door ever since, and I’m not quite sure what to do anymore. I shouldn’t have cheated.
Elise
Deer are beautiful, mystical creatures that usually live in forested areas. Doe is a term used for a female dear. A Hart is the term of a male deer. Male deer have antlers in which they use to intimidate other males and to attract females.
Sarah Kaiser
A little deer stares through the foliage in the woods. His eyes shine like the light of the sun filtered through the leaves. A snap. The deer is alerted. A bang. The deer is dead.
SilverLuna
A deer in the headlights, that’s how the old saying went. And there she stood, words turned to visual, as her eyes widened in the fear of the unknown and her hands halted midair. Everything went still, but somehow not slack. Tightened, if anything.
He was kissing her. He could not be kissing her. But he was.
She prepared for agony–a deer in the headlights was unable to scamper away from the car in time, under most conditions.
Emily
Deer in the headlights. Okay. Thats fine, I understand you catch me off guard sometimes. But heres the thing, I find my way eventually. When I do, its clever as a fox, no deer in sight. I fumble on my words for a quick second, but then I catch up and out run them.
Essa
deer are very fancy creatures that rarely eat human flesh therefore deer don
Jose
once upon a time, there was a magical deer name dambi. He was an orphan deer and didn’t know about the ways to live like his kind. One day, Dambi got shot. The End
Bianca
I like deer. They never seem to know who they are. They don’t know where they’re going. They just go. I can’t do that. I have to think, and it’s a problem. I’m too anal. And I have to do things right. I lost my childhood because of it. Deer don’t care. They run. They runaway. There are no consequences for deer. They live. They run. They fly. I wish I could fly. But I can’t. I keep talking about myself, not the deer. Why? Because I’m selfish.
L. Smith
one time i drove past a dead dear on the side of the road. it was really messy and horrible and i felt really bad for the next like thirty minutes because it was so dang sad to see cute little deer guts splattered all over the road. depressssssinnnng.
Megan
I once saw a gigantic pack…pack? whatever multiple deer are called, in front of a very rich man’s house in Colorado. I almost ran over all of the bastards. they didn’t seem to care.
ryan
peacefully, does the deer drink from the forrest pool.
patiently, does the predator wait in the oak grove.
forever will the gunshot ring in the ears of the wood.
never will it be drowned by the wolf’s footsteps.
griffin
indie hipster shut up. awwww, bambie. fuck you died. aw sad. term of endearment?
Beck
Oh, dear, I think I ran over the deer in my garden with the tractor. It went squish and I can see that it is now as flat as a plastic plate. What to do? Recycle it as a bird bath.
marilyn
fear the dear.
Hannah
i saw a baby deer with it’s mother on the side of the street. As we zoomed by in our car, I couldn’t help but wonder, what would happen if we hit them both.
Amber
the deer trudged tenderly across the bright green background. good, i thought, it will soon be with its mother. but it wasnt. in fact, the deer was soon to be shot.
CUT
the voice richoted across the walls and reverbrated throughout the movie hall
Jimari
Suddenly a deer jumped out of the woods and into the old, dirt path. I had no time to think- just to react. My foot must have slammed on the break and I must have turned the wheels, but I remember none of that. All I do remember was feeling helpless, a distant scream, possibly my own, and the car crashing off down the ditch.
David Brandon
People always associate deers with innocence.
I think it’s the eyes.
They’re so big, and would be soulful, except that there’s nothing there. But not nothing there in a bad way. Just nothing there, as in a look of naive-ity.
Your eyes have never been like this.
We are far too jaded.
Dyl
there are deer inside me. the sort
that
eat and stare into your eyes on the roads
on the roads
and they are frozen and I am frozen too.
there are deer inside me
and We are frozen together on the road
at night
in the highbeams
and we will
change you,
Samantha Settimio
and i walk throught the forest, but i make alot of noise…how i step and crackle makes me feel rude. and i see the deer, and she’s standing there…maybe a soul, with beautiful eyes. clueless, no doubt, but brown and white and dots and big eyes that say nothing and are so quiet, so quiet, they speak.
mikyla bayless
Deer. Hm. Well, to start I’m really high> Deer are so cute. Little baby deer. Like bambi. Adorable, I eat that shit up. It reminds me of faggoty ass indie trendy mother fuckers that iused to just omggg luvvveee. haha done with that. i realy do liek deer though. there was al ittle family of deer that used to live in this cool grove in my bck yard that led to a burnt down barn where my cat used to chill
alew
deer around here take a lot of chances. my dad hit a deer once, and i came very close to hitting one as well. i don’t know what i would do if i came close to hitting a deer/maybe even killing it. If i hit a deer, i would probably call a vet and ask for assistance in trying to save its life.
how do people look at deer when they jump onto the road?
are the deer in our way or are we in their way?
deeps
beyond-it means to go to further places past the limits set upon humanity and creatures alike. To sore to the unknown, you do more than is asked of you. To achieve the unachievable and to win the unwinable. To capture that which can not be captured.
many deer had been on the prairy eating grass, but that afternoon something changed this daily and boring routine. some creature, walking in two legs were moving beneath the woods, suddenly fire spat out from one of their metallic arms, everything i saw blacked out, only screams from my fellow deer friends where the last i heard
The deer was sleek and fit as it flew through the forest, underbrush whipping at its legs. The loud blast had startled it from its snack and now it pounded its way toward what it hoped to be safety.
deer I shot one and said DONT CARE!
tasted good. I need to fight to kill shoot all the food you need
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!
I hit a deer once. It was really scary because I love deeer. Like No joke. THey rock. It was also scary because I watched the deer the whole time as it ran towards the side of the car. Sad thing is my friend never stopped. Not once. He was like whatever it is just a stupid deer that no one really cares about anyway.
It wasn’t that long ago that I saw her standing on the edge of the field, a beautiful doe deer, regal in all of her wild nature. She bent down, nuzzled something in the grass in front of her and a fawn, smaller than any I had seen before sprung up in front of her.
I have hit two deer in my life. The second one was while it was raining. I somehow missed the first and third deer that ran across the road and hit the fawn in the middle. It wasn’t hurt tho. It slid right off.
Once my father shot a dear. I watched him hang it over my swingset and skin it. It’s tongue hang out of it’s mouth and blood was dripping everywhere. As he gutted the deer I sat there and watched. I think the worst part is that it did not bother me as I watched this whole thing take place.
deer have a fear of being hit, especially by a baseball mit. deer are fucking crazy. I always am wondering what they are thinking as I pass them in my car. deer beer disappear.
deers run out in the open, headlights flash on them, they freeze and its as if the entire world is standing still, no one makes a sound, its quiet in the dead of night, the trees sway in the wind as the deers stand still, caught in the blinding light, everyones waiting for them to move, for life to start moving again, turning at its normal pace, funny how such little things can freeze time,
deer abby deer leader deer john letter john deere. i remember the night i was driving my brother to the best buy and it was dark and the car in front of me hit a deer. they didn’t stop. they sped up and didn’t bother to call it in. i saw the deer run up and go back into the woods. but it was limping and i knew what it would do. just lay out in the middle of the woods until it died like they all do.
deer
dead animal in the road, smelly, looks like a GIANT dog -scary! Bambi, cute! spots. hurr ima durr, nic, postcards.
Deer. there alot were I come from. And most people do hunt. I have almost been shot because of this.
They are really not good for anything.
they are just deer.
dead animal in the road, smelly, looks like a GIANT dog -scary! Bambi, cute! spots. hurr ima durr, nic, postcards.
deer is a great animal, lifting the spirit of anybody who sees it. It goes way back with the story of bambi that we’ve all heard since our childhood.
i see them on highways, often in my headlights. they are usually roadkill. looking for them in the fields, i sometimes miss the fawns grazing by the side of the road. deer are some of the most graceful creatures in nature.
a deer in the headlights. that was me. when she asked where i’d been…i couldn’t tell her I’d been with him in their house in their bed. I’d lose everything. “There was a dog,” I said, “in the road, so I had to help it home.” Hmmm and she downed her wine.
Her big deer eyes looking at me, I wasn’t sure what to do. I told her that I was sorry for everything I had done, but her big blues teared up and she left. I’ve been staring at the door ever since, and I’m not quite sure what to do anymore. I shouldn’t have cheated.
Deer are beautiful, mystical creatures that usually live in forested areas. Doe is a term used for a female dear. A Hart is the term of a male deer. Male deer have antlers in which they use to intimidate other males and to attract females.
A little deer stares through the foliage in the woods. His eyes shine like the light of the sun filtered through the leaves. A snap. The deer is alerted. A bang. The deer is dead.
A deer in the headlights, that’s how the old saying went. And there she stood, words turned to visual, as her eyes widened in the fear of the unknown and her hands halted midair. Everything went still, but somehow not slack. Tightened, if anything.
He was kissing her. He could not be kissing her. But he was.
She prepared for agony–a deer in the headlights was unable to scamper away from the car in time, under most conditions.
Deer in the headlights. Okay. Thats fine, I understand you catch me off guard sometimes. But heres the thing, I find my way eventually. When I do, its clever as a fox, no deer in sight. I fumble on my words for a quick second, but then I catch up and out run them.
deer are very fancy creatures that rarely eat human flesh therefore deer don
once upon a time, there was a magical deer name dambi. He was an orphan deer and didn’t know about the ways to live like his kind. One day, Dambi got shot. The End
I like deer. They never seem to know who they are. They don’t know where they’re going. They just go. I can’t do that. I have to think, and it’s a problem. I’m too anal. And I have to do things right. I lost my childhood because of it. Deer don’t care. They run. They runaway. There are no consequences for deer. They live. They run. They fly. I wish I could fly. But I can’t. I keep talking about myself, not the deer. Why? Because I’m selfish.
one time i drove past a dead dear on the side of the road. it was really messy and horrible and i felt really bad for the next like thirty minutes because it was so dang sad to see cute little deer guts splattered all over the road. depressssssinnnng.
I once saw a gigantic pack…pack? whatever multiple deer are called, in front of a very rich man’s house in Colorado. I almost ran over all of the bastards. they didn’t seem to care.
peacefully, does the deer drink from the forrest pool.
patiently, does the predator wait in the oak grove.
forever will the gunshot ring in the ears of the wood.
never will it be drowned by the wolf’s footsteps.
indie hipster shut up. awwww, bambie. fuck you died. aw sad. term of endearment?
Oh, dear, I think I ran over the deer in my garden with the tractor. It went squish and I can see that it is now as flat as a plastic plate. What to do? Recycle it as a bird bath.
fear the dear.
i saw a baby deer with it’s mother on the side of the street. As we zoomed by in our car, I couldn’t help but wonder, what would happen if we hit them both.
the deer trudged tenderly across the bright green background. good, i thought, it will soon be with its mother. but it wasnt. in fact, the deer was soon to be shot.
CUT
the voice richoted across the walls and reverbrated throughout the movie hall
Suddenly a deer jumped out of the woods and into the old, dirt path. I had no time to think- just to react. My foot must have slammed on the break and I must have turned the wheels, but I remember none of that. All I do remember was feeling helpless, a distant scream, possibly my own, and the car crashing off down the ditch.
People always associate deers with innocence.
I think it’s the eyes.
They’re so big, and would be soulful, except that there’s nothing there. But not nothing there in a bad way. Just nothing there, as in a look of naive-ity.
Your eyes have never been like this.
We are far too jaded.
there are deer inside me. the sort
that
eat and stare into your eyes on the roads
on the roads
and they are frozen and I am frozen too.
there are deer inside me
and We are frozen together on the road
at night
in the highbeams
and we will
change you,
and i walk throught the forest, but i make alot of noise…how i step and crackle makes me feel rude. and i see the deer, and she’s standing there…maybe a soul, with beautiful eyes. clueless, no doubt, but brown and white and dots and big eyes that say nothing and are so quiet, so quiet, they speak.
Deer. Hm. Well, to start I’m really high> Deer are so cute. Little baby deer. Like bambi. Adorable, I eat that shit up. It reminds me of faggoty ass indie trendy mother fuckers that iused to just omggg luvvveee. haha done with that. i realy do liek deer though. there was al ittle family of deer that used to live in this cool grove in my bck yard that led to a burnt down barn where my cat used to chill
deer around here take a lot of chances. my dad hit a deer once, and i came very close to hitting one as well. i don’t know what i would do if i came close to hitting a deer/maybe even killing it. If i hit a deer, i would probably call a vet and ask for assistance in trying to save its life.
how do people look at deer when they jump onto the road?
are the deer in our way or are we in their way?
beyond-it means to go to further places past the limits set upon humanity and creatures alike. To sore to the unknown, you do more than is asked of you. To achieve the unachievable and to win the unwinable. To capture that which can not be captured.