i dialed the munber and she didnt answer the phone i got the answering machine of course she didnt answer shes been dead for too long but still it was nice to hear her voice i love her so much ill nver have an aunt like you agian no one can replace what i lost
Alexa Reilly
i had a dial once, its name was rick. i hate rick. he’s a prick. stupid rick the prick…oh well shit.
Anonymous
As I picked up the phone, i hesitated. All I need to do was dial you number and wait for you to ignore my call and my day would be ruined. Or, I could put the phone down and walk away. I chose the latter. Here’s to a new day…
Dot
i dialed the phone and held my breath as i waited for him to answer. the rings continued on and on, adding to the tightness in my stomach. i heard a click. i held my breath and waited. for what, i don’t know.
laura
I dialed the number. Nine… my heart beat faster, I knew that once the paramedics had arrived my whole world would swirl down the drain. One… things intensified and I could hear moans and groans of the victim in the background. One… that victim was my friend, I didn’t mean to shoot him.
Chris Bustos - cbustos0310@gmail.com
Dialing can mean so little, yet so much. A way to contact someone to talk to because you’re bored, or to talk seriously to. It means a lot to be dialed.
Sal
i dial the number, but put the phone down. I don’t know what to say, what you will think, but i know know i have to do this. i have to dial your number and tell you how i feel once and for all.
basia
He dialled… No answer. Damn. This was it, his one chance, and there was no-one there to–
“Hello?” A voice shivered down his spine, he was shocked and didn’t know what to say.
Tailscoolio
He called me first. No one believes me, but he did. He wanted to know who I was, in a nutshell. What do you tell someone? What can you say? I decided not to say anything, and I hung up. It was my greatest regret thus far and I don’t know how I’ll ever make up for it.
Lisa
telephones are ringing in the back of my head, but it’s only the sound of me missing your calls. i wish i could call you, but i’m too scared to dial. and the sun dial tells me it’s too late to say bye.
Ms. Awesome
Anonymous
i can dial a phone. makes me think of the old days in the fifties when there were rotary phones. i want to dial in the the world around me. people try to tune out with their headphones and tvs and reality shows but it only brings them further away from real life and it shuts theirminds down. it rbigns them towards judging their fellow human beings instead of dialing in – tuning into their friends and familiezzzzz needs
stephanie keller
The telephone rings, a call I anticipate, a call I dread. Rings three times, four, but I’m too far away and already my wheels spin uselessly, like a car in a snowbank. I pick up, breath held inside.
An empty buzz. Now one question is left to me: do I redial?
Amanda
Dial the phone
make the call
the oven dial
is home alone
you see the dial
on e face of theclock
time to use the dial
take a bath on the dock
turn the dial
times running out
the sands oalmost gone
then the paper. …… I can’t think of a rhyming word
dialllllll
Susan alln
The phone vibrated in my hand. I waited for the courage to well up in me. It didn’t. Answer it? Too late. The phone lay dead. Knock! Knock! Knock! Where’s that courage when you need it? I peeked through the door window and realized my fate.
Brianne
dial
Anonymous
could you dial M for Murder? could you pick up the phone and justcall me, all I need is to remember what we were once that together, that in sync. just CALL me.
She was your angel. She was your heart and she was your downfall – are you done yet? Are you done being sad, trysting with everyone else, are you ready?
Can we do this right? let’s just get it together, rock this.
It’s all dialing and all going down tonight.
Samie
dial a phone. dial me. call me. why don’t you ever call? calling me would solve this. i hate the phone, but i wish you’d call…joshua radin said that. he is good with words, i’m not. but please call.
elly
i dialed the phone and my grandma stole it from my hand she baked cookies in the oven and the microwave went up in flames. my little sister had shot a gun and i had attempt to call the police but just as i did the cat in the hat awoke from the wound.
Louie Felipe Murphy/louiefmurphy@gmail.com
pick up the phone dial his number talk to him hang up then say i love you. pick up dial hang up never talk. have so much to say and no way of knowing how to say it. if only he would pick up the phone and dial my number tell me he loves me. just dial
baby its fact
turn the dial just a little bit and he will die and you will be set free…..what are you waiting for? DO IT!
Amy
Dial up that number – you know it’s no good. They’re gone and you’re alone, all alone. How does it feel to be lonesome for once? I wonder, with all of your loneliness, if you even remember me?
Cinnia
The idiot living downstairs dialed up the volume. Even worse than the thrashing speed metal they were listening to was the smell of vomit, alcohol, and sweat rising up the stairway. Every once in a while, inhuman screams accompanied the music. I sighed and returned to my books.
vish
I used to dial his number every day. I could do it in my sleep, I could do it with my eyes closed. Eventually, I didn’t even need the buttons or numbers. Today, I see him on Facebook and think how much I’ve changed. And I only regret that I knew him in the first place.
Zubeda
dial from a new shiny phone to the same old people. I guess not everything can be updated, but that’s not my fault. it’s not my fault the world is old news. people die, things fall apart. they always have. it’s not my fault that they’ve fallen so far. new phone to old people. maybe i shouldn’t have bothered. connection is over rated. nothing changes anyway, because things have been happening so fast for the longest time. i have to reason to update myself with the same old change.
The Founder
i have a sundial. it is round and pointy.
the pointy sundial tells me it is time to get going to school. i don’t want to go to school.
js
She dialed the phone to call her friend. Ring. Ring. Ring. She picked up after the third time.
“Yes?” her friend asked on the other line.
“Where were you?”
Kirsty
When I dialed her number, the phone rang for an extraordinary amount of time. I didn’t have anything that I wanted to say to an answering machine or voicemail, so I held out hope that she’d pick up. We’d never really even met before, just chatted online. What would I say when she picked up?
Anonymous
i dial the number to your house and it rings
no one answers
i hang up, try again
i try again and it rings once then stops.
then i hang up and try a second time
it rings twice and suddenly stops
then i hang up a third time
and realize you were trying to call me
samantha k.
i like to dial my phone. I think, though i don’t use my phone a lot. I guess I use my dial pad for texting. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL.DIAL. DIAL.DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL.
Maddy!
I told myself to dial a number. Someone answered. I asked if I can talk to him. He said why not? I was saying random things. He was listening. It felt good. Stranger to stranger. A random number, a random conversation. And it seems we understood each other even if there’s a rare chance that we’ll ever meet.
Life Bliss
Dial tone. I wish I wasn’t afraid of the phone. That’d probably be good. I don’t like phones, waiting for someone to pick up is scary. So is getting a call from an unknown number. I ignore those. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message. Dial. I usually won’t. I’ll type you an email.
Karin
PHONE, RING MY NANA, COULD DIAL A BOOZE, OR A TAKE AWAY…YUM, WANT A CHINESE!!!
DIAL A FRIEND, WHEN I NEED TO TALK
LAUREN
I want to dial your number, but the urge quickly died, because I shouldn’t be calling you. Fair and simple. I wish I would have thought of a better association with the word dial, because honestly, I don’t need to be writing about you neither. Goddamn you oneword.com for bringing up the past in an unpleasant way.
Dustin
Unconsiously you dial the phone to contact your love nervous to the point of shaking ring ring ring maybe you shouldn’t of called he picks up and you …
Brittany/enula.3@gmail.com
i dialed the number slowly, my hands clammy. was i doing the right thing? she had already made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me. but i had to. i felt our lives were obscurely connected, and my natural curiosity compelled me to discover why.
Jaesu
call me on the phone and talk to me im lonely and missing youuu dial the number please. dial soap. soap makes me clean. i want to shower. i need to shower before i leave tomorrow. oh man ineed to get up soon. i need to relax, and breathe, and wonder what i am doing with my life. what am i doing? dialing the phone. and buying dial soap. :)
maddison
if only we could turn back time. if only there was some dial we could turn. all the mistakes and follies and horrendous acts of man could be reversed. but then again if we reversed all these acts then would there be any men left?
Beau
dealing with numbers hahaha….
kailash
dial the number whatever it may be .may be wrong number or some it doent matter .at last you will either have fun or you will end up screwing some one.
rups
there was no breathing, there was no speaking.
only a dial tone.
I could only imagine the cold hands on the other end of the phone, holding on so tightly, tight enough to push down the hook, and leave me weeping in the floor, amongst broken bottles, and cigarette butts.
i dialed the munber and she didnt answer the phone i got the answering machine of course she didnt answer shes been dead for too long but still it was nice to hear her voice i love her so much ill nver have an aunt like you agian no one can replace what i lost
i had a dial once, its name was rick. i hate rick. he’s a prick. stupid rick the prick…oh well shit.
As I picked up the phone, i hesitated. All I need to do was dial you number and wait for you to ignore my call and my day would be ruined. Or, I could put the phone down and walk away. I chose the latter. Here’s to a new day…
i dialed the phone and held my breath as i waited for him to answer. the rings continued on and on, adding to the tightness in my stomach. i heard a click. i held my breath and waited. for what, i don’t know.
I dialed the number. Nine… my heart beat faster, I knew that once the paramedics had arrived my whole world would swirl down the drain. One… things intensified and I could hear moans and groans of the victim in the background. One… that victim was my friend, I didn’t mean to shoot him.
Dialing can mean so little, yet so much. A way to contact someone to talk to because you’re bored, or to talk seriously to. It means a lot to be dialed.
i dial the number, but put the phone down. I don’t know what to say, what you will think, but i know know i have to do this. i have to dial your number and tell you how i feel once and for all.
He dialled… No answer. Damn. This was it, his one chance, and there was no-one there to–
“Hello?” A voice shivered down his spine, he was shocked and didn’t know what to say.
He called me first. No one believes me, but he did. He wanted to know who I was, in a nutshell. What do you tell someone? What can you say? I decided not to say anything, and I hung up. It was my greatest regret thus far and I don’t know how I’ll ever make up for it.
telephones are ringing in the back of my head, but it’s only the sound of me missing your calls. i wish i could call you, but i’m too scared to dial. and the sun dial tells me it’s too late to say bye.
Ms. Awesome
i can dial a phone. makes me think of the old days in the fifties when there were rotary phones. i want to dial in the the world around me. people try to tune out with their headphones and tvs and reality shows but it only brings them further away from real life and it shuts theirminds down. it rbigns them towards judging their fellow human beings instead of dialing in – tuning into their friends and familiezzzzz needs
The telephone rings, a call I anticipate, a call I dread. Rings three times, four, but I’m too far away and already my wheels spin uselessly, like a car in a snowbank. I pick up, breath held inside.
An empty buzz. Now one question is left to me: do I redial?
Dial the phone
make the call
the oven dial
is home alone
you see the dial
on e face of theclock
time to use the dial
take a bath on the dock
turn the dial
times running out
the sands oalmost gone
then the paper. …… I can’t think of a rhyming word
dialllllll
The phone vibrated in my hand. I waited for the courage to well up in me. It didn’t. Answer it? Too late. The phone lay dead. Knock! Knock! Knock! Where’s that courage when you need it? I peeked through the door window and realized my fate.
dial
could you dial M for Murder? could you pick up the phone and justcall me, all I need is to remember what we were once that together, that in sync. just CALL me.
She was your angel. She was your heart and she was your downfall – are you done yet? Are you done being sad, trysting with everyone else, are you ready?
Can we do this right? let’s just get it together, rock this.
It’s all dialing and all going down tonight.
dial a phone. dial me. call me. why don’t you ever call? calling me would solve this. i hate the phone, but i wish you’d call…joshua radin said that. he is good with words, i’m not. but please call.
i dialed the phone and my grandma stole it from my hand she baked cookies in the oven and the microwave went up in flames. my little sister had shot a gun and i had attempt to call the police but just as i did the cat in the hat awoke from the wound.
pick up the phone dial his number talk to him hang up then say i love you. pick up dial hang up never talk. have so much to say and no way of knowing how to say it. if only he would pick up the phone and dial my number tell me he loves me. just dial
turn the dial just a little bit and he will die and you will be set free…..what are you waiting for? DO IT!
Dial up that number – you know it’s no good. They’re gone and you’re alone, all alone. How does it feel to be lonesome for once? I wonder, with all of your loneliness, if you even remember me?
The idiot living downstairs dialed up the volume. Even worse than the thrashing speed metal they were listening to was the smell of vomit, alcohol, and sweat rising up the stairway. Every once in a while, inhuman screams accompanied the music. I sighed and returned to my books.
I used to dial his number every day. I could do it in my sleep, I could do it with my eyes closed. Eventually, I didn’t even need the buttons or numbers. Today, I see him on Facebook and think how much I’ve changed. And I only regret that I knew him in the first place.
dial from a new shiny phone to the same old people. I guess not everything can be updated, but that’s not my fault. it’s not my fault the world is old news. people die, things fall apart. they always have. it’s not my fault that they’ve fallen so far. new phone to old people. maybe i shouldn’t have bothered. connection is over rated. nothing changes anyway, because things have been happening so fast for the longest time. i have to reason to update myself with the same old change.
i have a sundial. it is round and pointy.
the pointy sundial tells me it is time to get going to school. i don’t want to go to school.
She dialed the phone to call her friend. Ring. Ring. Ring. She picked up after the third time.
“Yes?” her friend asked on the other line.
“Where were you?”
When I dialed her number, the phone rang for an extraordinary amount of time. I didn’t have anything that I wanted to say to an answering machine or voicemail, so I held out hope that she’d pick up. We’d never really even met before, just chatted online. What would I say when she picked up?
i dial the number to your house and it rings
no one answers
i hang up, try again
i try again and it rings once then stops.
then i hang up and try a second time
it rings twice and suddenly stops
then i hang up a third time
and realize you were trying to call me
i like to dial my phone. I think, though i don’t use my phone a lot. I guess I use my dial pad for texting. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL.DIAL. DIAL.DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL. DIAL.
I told myself to dial a number. Someone answered. I asked if I can talk to him. He said why not? I was saying random things. He was listening. It felt good. Stranger to stranger. A random number, a random conversation. And it seems we understood each other even if there’s a rare chance that we’ll ever meet.
Dial tone. I wish I wasn’t afraid of the phone. That’d probably be good. I don’t like phones, waiting for someone to pick up is scary. So is getting a call from an unknown number. I ignore those. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message. Dial. I usually won’t. I’ll type you an email.
PHONE, RING MY NANA, COULD DIAL A BOOZE, OR A TAKE AWAY…YUM, WANT A CHINESE!!!
DIAL A FRIEND, WHEN I NEED TO TALK
I want to dial your number, but the urge quickly died, because I shouldn’t be calling you. Fair and simple. I wish I would have thought of a better association with the word dial, because honestly, I don’t need to be writing about you neither. Goddamn you oneword.com for bringing up the past in an unpleasant way.
Unconsiously you dial the phone to contact your love nervous to the point of shaking ring ring ring maybe you shouldn’t of called he picks up and you …
i dialed the number slowly, my hands clammy. was i doing the right thing? she had already made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me. but i had to. i felt our lives were obscurely connected, and my natural curiosity compelled me to discover why.
call me on the phone and talk to me im lonely and missing youuu dial the number please. dial soap. soap makes me clean. i want to shower. i need to shower before i leave tomorrow. oh man ineed to get up soon. i need to relax, and breathe, and wonder what i am doing with my life. what am i doing? dialing the phone. and buying dial soap. :)
if only we could turn back time. if only there was some dial we could turn. all the mistakes and follies and horrendous acts of man could be reversed. but then again if we reversed all these acts then would there be any men left?
dealing with numbers hahaha….
dial the number whatever it may be .may be wrong number or some it doent matter .at last you will either have fun or you will end up screwing some one.
there was no breathing, there was no speaking.
only a dial tone.
I could only imagine the cold hands on the other end of the phone, holding on so tightly, tight enough to push down the hook, and leave me weeping in the floor, amongst broken bottles, and cigarette butts.