i dont understand how people can be so dense sometimes!! i couldnt possibly make it anymore more obvious that i dont like them and yet they choose to ignore the signals screaming at them to buzz off!!
Density is a funny thing, ice is less dense than water, therefore it floats on top. Dense can be a word used to describe someone who is stupid, which i find a bit harsh! I didn’t pay that much attention in chemistry, so i can’t tell you much else!
The density of the cake seeped into my mouth, probably giving me cavities almost instantly. But it was good. So good. I had never before gotten a cake for my birthday, and at first I had thought it so silly, who wants food for their birthday? But I realized as I sat down at the table to eat with the woman I had known for six months, that maybe it was special, because it really wasn’t so special at all.
Alaska
i pushed the box. i pushed the box freely. soon, it became heavier and heavier. i could no longer move it. one side was blue, one was orange, one was yellow. the others i could not see.
the cake just sat there.
one lone piece gone by a fly by nobody that didn’t know any better.
Aunt Debbie,
the cakes creator, stood and watched the line of people
slowly filling their plates and passing over her pale pink
confection time and time again.
stepha
The fog that was gathering above the barn was too dense to see through. The moment I could no longer see the barn I realized life would no longer be the same. After all, what had I done?
Juli
science class. chemistry. i think i got an a on that. but i can’t really think about density. I have no school tomorrow. I still think of a box full of stuff. Carrot. Um idk what to say i hope i get to do something cool like play in the volleyball game.
Kara
you are so dense!
you don’t get do you?
here’s the thing, “friend”
i think you DO get it
that’s why I am so aggravated!
you always play dumb
like your so sweet and innocent,
but really you’re just dense.
Dense. The dense water was a beautiful baby blue. The Sand as cold as ice. Going to the beach in the winter is not a likely choice, but when you live there, you lose the appreciation for it. The best thinking spot I ever found. The best thinking spot anyone ever has…Even him.
Courtney McKenzie
The thoughts in my head are so dense that its hard to make my way through them. It’s like swimming in a pool a gelatin whilest holding two bricks. Sometimes I get tired and stand still and try not to think. Perhaps that is why I am perceived as a dullard.
Mykle Beck
“You are so dense,” she snarled out, absolutely livid. He simply sat on the couch, lethargic, apathetic to all that she was accusing him of. “Did you hear me, absolutely and completely dense. I can’t get anything through to you, you’re so fucking dense.” She demanded his attention, craved it. Through out immature name calling to get it. Dense. That was he was. She preferred to avoid ‘uncaring’. Simply dense.
I was trapped in a dense forest, surrounded by fog. Everything was white, the trees were white, and the leaves on the trees, too. The forest floor was white dirt.
the air was so dense with the tension of the kiss. The scent of excitement that swirled around the as they moved over the dance floor. Their bodies like one and electric with the need and fire that they tried to work out under the splash of lights tinged in oranges and greens as they moved like a lovers touched over their tanned bodies.
Project Muse
something stupid, something that doesn’t make sense, that’s what is dense. Is it a person, yes. A person is dense. Especially people around me. Most of them are dense. My waist is dense. My head feels dense. I am dense too. Why am I dense? You ask. I am dense because I failed to see the beauty in the word dense. That’s why I am dense. That’s the only reason why. Dense makes no sense. I make no sense. Therefore I am dense.
This is a stupid exercise. Who am I writing this for? Is it for dense people? Is it for dense people like myself? Dense just doesn’t make sense, you know. Hence, I shall end it here. It’s too dense to continue writing. When is the one minute up? This seems like the longest minute to write about a word, especially the word dense. Dense doesn’t make sense. OK, I think this is much longer than a minute so I’m going to be dense and give up right here and now. Time is up but the browser doesn’t block you from writing???
fran
The tropical jungle was dense with towering trees, leaves soaking in sunlight from the canopy. The air carried along the scent of rainwater. Rainwater mixed with the earth. Anabell always enjoyed that scent, it reminded her of the times long ago where her father took her out to see the country. She’d ride along with him on the front seat of their car, her hair blowing in the breeze.
i always feel dense when it comes to women. I know the answers and know what to say, but for some reason the time is never right ext. really it just means that i’m scared.
Some people are so dense. They don’t understand the meaning of a family. They go around wanting everything to themselves and never think or care about anyone else. This person I am naming is my sister. Dense.
Kelsi
People these days are so dense, so ignorant, so uninformed. They hear things from one another but don’t care to check whether it’s true. They gossip, they bend the truth, they lie. They no longer care for emotions or the pain they can be causing. The problem is, I know I’m just the same.
its so silly why things have to be so stupid all the time. he is so fucking dense and it isn’t fair. i tell him what i want in a relationship and he doesn’t get it. he just wants me, not me. if that even makes sense? idk. I JUST CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. i need him to understand…but he’s so freaking dense….i’m done. he can wait, but i wont.
something about having no where to move really bothers me. if the air is dense i feel like everyone is silent and im the one who has to speak. i hate having to be the first to talk. especially wiht guys. WHY CANT THEY SPEAK FIRST?!?! gosh it sucks. it isn’t fair. i want to be asked not me to ask him. i hate it. i dont want to make the first move anymore…
Allii Fontaine
Couldn’t she see the way they looked at her?! Followed the deep, convex curve of her hips and around, skimming the waist and driving higher, higher-
No. Her eyes acknowledge only him, and he should be grateful, in awe of her. But he’s not.
We learned about density in Science class. It reminds my of how a log with float down a river and not sink because of it’s density. I wish i could be that way, floating through life and never sinking.
you don’t understand anything. you don’t appreciate culture wisdom, or opinion. You make a fool out or yourself and are completely ignorant. You should be ashamed.
Quinn
thick as thick gets. like what is thicker than dense? muscle is dense. you know? like yeah.
there is also density in science. like density equations. they suck.
reality hits you hard bro.
dense.
charmac
hard, metal wood forests jungle ice blocks thick headed idiots stupid vines trees thick skin tough branches bushes iron
Sarah
Some of my classmates are dense and they do not understand the meaning of education although it could also be just because they are tired of waking up every morning at five, so I understand where they are coming from!
Zuzanna Czerny
The smoke in the house was dense as the children fought their way to through the hall and down the stairs toward the living room and front door. Their parents had left them in the care of their uncle, who was an alcoholic and heavy smoker.
and its hard to breathe. and its hard to move. but i will try to. and ill try to clear a way. to find a path out and into the sun. its true, life is much stranger than fiction. (here, its muddy and surreal and unnatural. the world is out of order, it isnt right, this isnt supposed to be, things are out of balance. this shit doesnt make any sense. and im having trouble believing and im having difficulty coping. and my dreams are twisted now, my memories arent the same. and im sad and hurt and afraid and relieved. and i just want to be free.) i read my books and have my fantasies and none of them come close. none compare. and none prepare. nothing is as it seems. this is much stranger than fiction. but i will try to. and ill try to clear a way. to find a path out and into the sun. its true, life is much stranger than fiction.
It was so dense she could barely make her way through it. Knowing the door was on the opposite side of the room, she pressed forward. Things weren’t right. Things like this don’t happen. The panic began to fill her body but was squashed by bigger questions. How the hell had the room filled with marshmallows?!
the idea is so dense: how would you go from separating yourself, then pulling me in? How are we going to make this work? The taboo is so dense, my feelings are clouded. There are two of me, fighting about you.
My heart feels really dense with emotions. It’s very… hard to feel okay sometimes. This is a confusing time and I just want to be okay like I’m supposed to be.
Enid
After you I knew you weren’t coming back, a cold wind came from the far off distance I seen you in through your eyes and for months in blew aimless from room to room like dust, eventually collecting myself on the feet of your poetry that stood stacked in a corner, too dense with us to take by yourself.
Frequencies stacked on top of each other like the Mesa cabinets in front of me; faced-forward, screeching. It’s like a roller-coaster, being in the center.
tight, and not wanting to move, and squeezing, a table is dense
meadow
that dog is so dense. I keep telling her not to pull on that thing and she does it anyway. each time she pulls, she whacks herself on the head. I don’t know what to do with her. she makes me nuts sometimes
dawyn
One night I fell asleep outside of your house. I never told you. I watched a spider building it’s web right above my head. I felt like I was watching him spindle my affection for you right before my little eyes
Ryanananana
Well this is half of the population to me…and sometimes it’s my mother. I also think of forests with alot of trees. I don’t know if that’s the same way to spell it, but I don’t think it matters. Dense….hmm I can’t really think of anything else.
amber
My mind is cluttered with memories. Dense with meaning, I can’t quite make sence of some of them.
Nichloe
Hard to think quickly in sixty seconds. Makes me think about the times I wasn’t able to understand what was going on in my life. That’s a good description about how I felt. Dense. Slow. Unable to perform understanding. That’s okay with me. That’s not how my life always is. Life is good.
i dont understand how people can be so dense sometimes!! i couldnt possibly make it anymore more obvious that i dont like them and yet they choose to ignore the signals screaming at them to buzz off!!
Density is a funny thing, ice is less dense than water, therefore it floats on top. Dense can be a word used to describe someone who is stupid, which i find a bit harsh! I didn’t pay that much attention in chemistry, so i can’t tell you much else!
The density of the cake seeped into my mouth, probably giving me cavities almost instantly. But it was good. So good. I had never before gotten a cake for my birthday, and at first I had thought it so silly, who wants food for their birthday? But I realized as I sat down at the table to eat with the woman I had known for six months, that maybe it was special, because it really wasn’t so special at all.
i pushed the box. i pushed the box freely. soon, it became heavier and heavier. i could no longer move it. one side was blue, one was orange, one was yellow. the others i could not see.
the cake just sat there.
one lone piece gone by a fly by nobody that didn’t know any better.
Aunt Debbie,
the cakes creator, stood and watched the line of people
slowly filling their plates and passing over her pale pink
confection time and time again.
The fog that was gathering above the barn was too dense to see through. The moment I could no longer see the barn I realized life would no longer be the same. After all, what had I done?
science class. chemistry. i think i got an a on that. but i can’t really think about density. I have no school tomorrow. I still think of a box full of stuff. Carrot. Um idk what to say i hope i get to do something cool like play in the volleyball game.
you are so dense!
you don’t get do you?
here’s the thing, “friend”
i think you DO get it
that’s why I am so aggravated!
you always play dumb
like your so sweet and innocent,
but really you’re just dense.
Dense. The dense water was a beautiful baby blue. The Sand as cold as ice. Going to the beach in the winter is not a likely choice, but when you live there, you lose the appreciation for it. The best thinking spot I ever found. The best thinking spot anyone ever has…Even him.
The thoughts in my head are so dense that its hard to make my way through them. It’s like swimming in a pool a gelatin whilest holding two bricks. Sometimes I get tired and stand still and try not to think. Perhaps that is why I am perceived as a dullard.
“You are so dense,” she snarled out, absolutely livid. He simply sat on the couch, lethargic, apathetic to all that she was accusing him of. “Did you hear me, absolutely and completely dense. I can’t get anything through to you, you’re so fucking dense.” She demanded his attention, craved it. Through out immature name calling to get it. Dense. That was he was. She preferred to avoid ‘uncaring’. Simply dense.
I was trapped in a dense forest, surrounded by fog. Everything was white, the trees were white, and the leaves on the trees, too. The forest floor was white dirt.
the air was so dense with the tension of the kiss. The scent of excitement that swirled around the as they moved over the dance floor. Their bodies like one and electric with the need and fire that they tried to work out under the splash of lights tinged in oranges and greens as they moved like a lovers touched over their tanned bodies.
something stupid, something that doesn’t make sense, that’s what is dense. Is it a person, yes. A person is dense. Especially people around me. Most of them are dense. My waist is dense. My head feels dense. I am dense too. Why am I dense? You ask. I am dense because I failed to see the beauty in the word dense. That’s why I am dense. That’s the only reason why. Dense makes no sense. I make no sense. Therefore I am dense.
This is a stupid exercise. Who am I writing this for? Is it for dense people? Is it for dense people like myself? Dense just doesn’t make sense, you know. Hence, I shall end it here. It’s too dense to continue writing. When is the one minute up? This seems like the longest minute to write about a word, especially the word dense. Dense doesn’t make sense. OK, I think this is much longer than a minute so I’m going to be dense and give up right here and now. Time is up but the browser doesn’t block you from writing???
The tropical jungle was dense with towering trees, leaves soaking in sunlight from the canopy. The air carried along the scent of rainwater. Rainwater mixed with the earth. Anabell always enjoyed that scent, it reminded her of the times long ago where her father took her out to see the country. She’d ride along with him on the front seat of their car, her hair blowing in the breeze.
i always feel dense when it comes to women. I know the answers and know what to say, but for some reason the time is never right ext. really it just means that i’m scared.
Some people are so dense. They don’t understand the meaning of a family. They go around wanting everything to themselves and never think or care about anyone else. This person I am naming is my sister. Dense.
People these days are so dense, so ignorant, so uninformed. They hear things from one another but don’t care to check whether it’s true. They gossip, they bend the truth, they lie. They no longer care for emotions or the pain they can be causing. The problem is, I know I’m just the same.
its so silly why things have to be so stupid all the time. he is so fucking dense and it isn’t fair. i tell him what i want in a relationship and he doesn’t get it. he just wants me, not me. if that even makes sense? idk. I JUST CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. i need him to understand…but he’s so freaking dense….i’m done. he can wait, but i wont.
something about having no where to move really bothers me. if the air is dense i feel like everyone is silent and im the one who has to speak. i hate having to be the first to talk. especially wiht guys. WHY CANT THEY SPEAK FIRST?!?! gosh it sucks. it isn’t fair. i want to be asked not me to ask him. i hate it. i dont want to make the first move anymore…
Couldn’t she see the way they looked at her?! Followed the deep, convex curve of her hips and around, skimming the waist and driving higher, higher-
No. Her eyes acknowledge only him, and he should be grateful, in awe of her. But he’s not.
We learned about density in Science class. It reminds my of how a log with float down a river and not sink because of it’s density. I wish i could be that way, floating through life and never sinking.
the thoughts in my head
are dense.
pressed together,
making one thick mass of thought that presses against my skull.
i am ready to burst.
you don’t understand anything. you don’t appreciate culture wisdom, or opinion. You make a fool out or yourself and are completely ignorant. You should be ashamed.
thick as thick gets. like what is thicker than dense? muscle is dense. you know? like yeah.
there is also density in science. like density equations. they suck.
reality hits you hard bro.
dense.
hard, metal wood forests jungle ice blocks thick headed idiots stupid vines trees thick skin tough branches bushes iron
Some of my classmates are dense and they do not understand the meaning of education although it could also be just because they are tired of waking up every morning at five, so I understand where they are coming from!
The smoke in the house was dense as the children fought their way to through the hall and down the stairs toward the living room and front door. Their parents had left them in the care of their uncle, who was an alcoholic and heavy smoker.
and its hard to breathe. and its hard to move. but i will try to. and ill try to clear a way. to find a path out and into the sun. its true, life is much stranger than fiction. (here, its muddy and surreal and unnatural. the world is out of order, it isnt right, this isnt supposed to be, things are out of balance. this shit doesnt make any sense. and im having trouble believing and im having difficulty coping. and my dreams are twisted now, my memories arent the same. and im sad and hurt and afraid and relieved. and i just want to be free.) i read my books and have my fantasies and none of them come close. none compare. and none prepare. nothing is as it seems. this is much stranger than fiction. but i will try to. and ill try to clear a way. to find a path out and into the sun. its true, life is much stranger than fiction.
It was so dense she could barely make her way through it. Knowing the door was on the opposite side of the room, she pressed forward. Things weren’t right. Things like this don’t happen. The panic began to fill her body but was squashed by bigger questions. How the hell had the room filled with marshmallows?!
the idea is so dense: how would you go from separating yourself, then pulling me in? How are we going to make this work? The taboo is so dense, my feelings are clouded. There are two of me, fighting about you.
My heart feels really dense with emotions. It’s very… hard to feel okay sometimes. This is a confusing time and I just want to be okay like I’m supposed to be.
After you I knew you weren’t coming back, a cold wind came from the far off distance I seen you in through your eyes and for months in blew aimless from room to room like dust, eventually collecting myself on the feet of your poetry that stood stacked in a corner, too dense with us to take by yourself.
Frequencies stacked on top of each other like the Mesa cabinets in front of me; faced-forward, screeching. It’s like a roller-coaster, being in the center.
tight, and not wanting to move, and squeezing, a table is dense
that dog is so dense. I keep telling her not to pull on that thing and she does it anyway. each time she pulls, she whacks herself on the head. I don’t know what to do with her. she makes me nuts sometimes
One night I fell asleep outside of your house. I never told you. I watched a spider building it’s web right above my head. I felt like I was watching him spindle my affection for you right before my little eyes
Well this is half of the population to me…and sometimes it’s my mother. I also think of forests with alot of trees. I don’t know if that’s the same way to spell it, but I don’t think it matters. Dense….hmm I can’t really think of anything else.
My mind is cluttered with memories. Dense with meaning, I can’t quite make sence of some of them.
Hard to think quickly in sixty seconds. Makes me think about the times I wasn’t able to understand what was going on in my life. That’s a good description about how I felt. Dense. Slow. Unable to perform understanding. That’s okay with me. That’s not how my life always is. Life is good.