phone, talking to people, rotary, call, soap, turn, rotate,
alicia
I usually dial phones. Dialing can be fun. there are things like sundials…but that’s not quite an action like the verb dial is. This is a rather unique word. Yes.
One who is
phone press buttons soap
Phillip Armel
first thing i think of is to dial the phone. away at college it is one of the main points of communication. to keep in touch with family back home. To hear the voice of you mom after a bad day or to talk to your best friend for much needed advice. dial the phone and talk to the world.
Anonymous
i dial the phone number written on my hand. ring ring. ring ring. she answers and my heart rate immediately increases. i’ve practice what to say but now all is forgotten. i stammer and hang up. ill try again tomorrow
melicia
phone ringing friends and family annoyance soap clean bubbles i see a dial i want to move it and adjust it and turn it and see what it does, does it click? make a noise? can i dial the phone to talk to a loved one? can I scrub my body with soap and make it clean? Dial dial dial dial dial me
SturgeonQueen
dial a phone, ring, answer. hello? what’s wrong? an accident. dead. died. car, wrecked. the end. it’s over.
Anonymous
tone
Anonymous
the phone, the soap, the tone
Kerry
the phone blipped my number entered on the dial.
one time she answered
i coughed and hit ‘end’
the love will never stop
but the calls should
mg
She dialed the numbers carefully. Slowly pressing each key twice, thrice, four times. Just to get that letter B or J or Z. When she made mistakes she’d start over. The entire message, erased. Back to the beginning.
Allison
1 for dick
ben
dial up my phone, dial up my life
the dial on the clock clicks a constant ryhtm
we all live, we all shall die
so why not live while we can?
dial me hard, dial me soft
these buttons won’t be here forever
make of the day what you will
come what may.
Jocelyn
i haven’t called my father in 10 years. No dialtone has ended with his number, no tone with his voice.
Max
phones, cell phones, on a phone in the car and have to dial without looking at the phone because you have to watch the road but it is hard to do both because you are a bad multitasker and you seem to by having a bad driving day in the first place. now you are losing control of the car!
am
emma picked up the phone. she didn’t want to talk to him. She knew it would get her out of this mess and away from this intoxicated teenaged boy only talking to her to get in her pants. she could smell his breath as it softly blew into her ear. the line rang once. twice…”Dad?”
Daiquiri Ice Ryan
Dial looks like a Spanish speaking person tr
jeff
I dialed the wrong number today. The voice on the other end said “It’s ok”. I double checked and got it right. Time to fall in love tonight.
g,alaina
You drunk dialed me?! How could you do this to me? I thought you were someone I could trust and confide in, yet you do this to me. You tell me that you love me while intoxicated. now what am I supposed to say. How do I act toward you?
Jack
Pick up the phone and hit the digits as quickly as you can so that you can finally talk to that one person that you love so much. Dial that number and feel your heart beat in your chest.
Jo.
“Quick! Dial 911!” He choked on his words as the acrid smoke filled his lungs. Was this really it? He couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to leave dinner in the oven for that long. But it was the last mistake he ever made.
fiskar173
there is a tiny dial standing upon my chest, counting the hours with each slow rotation of the sun, counting the hours it takes for you to love me.
but unfortunately, my count is obscured by the shadows of my breasts, which draw in your eyes and dash my hopes of commitment against your bestial thoughts.
R
my life is like a dial tone
constantly repeating and impeding
on my quest for silence
but as it drones on
like a broken record of monotony
there’s limitless opportunity
if i could just work the phone
JS
A sundial reflects the fierce star, or does it deflect it?
Harrison Bennett
people don’t dial, they push.
griffin.
yahoo is a succesive search engine that manganged to get famous on such short notice making millions of dollors, some people think it is a major opponent for google coropration.
ahmed
i had a dial on my old phone in utah when i was growing up. it was on a red phone that hung in our kitchen. we used to have to take it off the hook when my dad was sleeping cause he worked nites as a truck driver.
Cory
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed. His number was burned into my brain, I had called it so many times before. One ring, two, three, “Hey sweetheart!”
Deep breath, “Honey…we’re…we’re pregnant!”
I screamed, he laughed, I started crying. I love him.
Dallas
the phone rang and when it was ansered there was no dial tone it seemed stange to me becuase nothing had happend like that before. i hung up and dialed *61 as soon as i heard the number repeated by the propter i knew it was him.
audrey
for the one phone call received by billy that day, his quarters were tokens of paradise in dixcomforting positions. smacking the rays of sunshine, he said to himself everything he had clogged up in his brain for the past 5 years. the settlement he had with himself, the deals he had with the earth.
Davron Mananov
the elderly sat, positioned in rows, staring at the plastic box contraption. no one dared to reach towards it and twist the small dial, for fear of alienation and outcry from other viewers, though no one particularly enjoyed the show. this would go on day after day, leading them all into believing that they truly enjoyed the show(…)
John
Turn it up. All the way. Push the limits. Turn it to 11.
jennifer
“dont touch that dial kids, we’ll be right back after these messages”
“who the fuck still uses a dial”
mattyuri
Don’t touch that dial…..
Cat
it was a blessing to remember your number when my tire was flat and it started to rain
sarah Palmer
Her fingers rapped on the desktop nervously, staring at the phone. She’d waited for minutes, hours, days — she couldn’t tell anymore, because all she measured in was heartbeats, and far too many had passed for her to count. Worrying at her lower lip, she let her heartbeat ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump.
She would dial, one day, when its pace slowed and she found courage in her bloodsteam.
Meghan Tinkler
Phones are dialed. Dial, dials, dialing. Ring. Ringiddy ring. Phial, vile, rile, Nile, dial.
Zach Jones
He held the phone in his hand. In fact, he could hear the dialtone. It was pressed to his ear, the numbing sound, taunting him with its continuous monotony.
He stared at the numbers. He stared and he stared and god how he wanted to hear her voice.
But he couldn’t bring himself to dial.
CaptainFox
“dial this number” she left the crumpled piece of left-over paper in my hands leaving me there amidst the crowd of people all heading on their own destination. The sounds of their footsteps on the rain-wet street concrete clapped in my ears as I watched her walk away.
left unsure
dial is like a reading or a choice on a thing. like put the dial towards hot. Is this what I’m supposed to do? I don’t understand.
phone, talking to people, rotary, call, soap, turn, rotate,
I usually dial phones. Dialing can be fun. there are things like sundials…but that’s not quite an action like the verb dial is. This is a rather unique word. Yes.
phone press buttons soap
first thing i think of is to dial the phone. away at college it is one of the main points of communication. to keep in touch with family back home. To hear the voice of you mom after a bad day or to talk to your best friend for much needed advice. dial the phone and talk to the world.
i dial the phone number written on my hand. ring ring. ring ring. she answers and my heart rate immediately increases. i’ve practice what to say but now all is forgotten. i stammer and hang up. ill try again tomorrow
phone ringing friends and family annoyance soap clean bubbles i see a dial i want to move it and adjust it and turn it and see what it does, does it click? make a noise? can i dial the phone to talk to a loved one? can I scrub my body with soap and make it clean? Dial dial dial dial dial me
dial a phone, ring, answer. hello? what’s wrong? an accident. dead. died. car, wrecked. the end. it’s over.
tone
the phone, the soap, the tone
the phone blipped my number entered on the dial.
one time she answered
i coughed and hit ‘end’
the love will never stop
but the calls should
She dialed the numbers carefully. Slowly pressing each key twice, thrice, four times. Just to get that letter B or J or Z. When she made mistakes she’d start over. The entire message, erased. Back to the beginning.
1 for dick
dial up my phone, dial up my life
the dial on the clock clicks a constant ryhtm
we all live, we all shall die
so why not live while we can?
dial me hard, dial me soft
these buttons won’t be here forever
make of the day what you will
come what may.
i haven’t called my father in 10 years. No dialtone has ended with his number, no tone with his voice.
phones, cell phones, on a phone in the car and have to dial without looking at the phone because you have to watch the road but it is hard to do both because you are a bad multitasker and you seem to by having a bad driving day in the first place. now you are losing control of the car!
emma picked up the phone. she didn’t want to talk to him. She knew it would get her out of this mess and away from this intoxicated teenaged boy only talking to her to get in her pants. she could smell his breath as it softly blew into her ear. the line rang once. twice…”Dad?”
Dial looks like a Spanish speaking person tr
I dialed the wrong number today. The voice on the other end said “It’s ok”. I double checked and got it right. Time to fall in love tonight.
You drunk dialed me?! How could you do this to me? I thought you were someone I could trust and confide in, yet you do this to me. You tell me that you love me while intoxicated. now what am I supposed to say. How do I act toward you?
Pick up the phone and hit the digits as quickly as you can so that you can finally talk to that one person that you love so much. Dial that number and feel your heart beat in your chest.
“Quick! Dial 911!” He choked on his words as the acrid smoke filled his lungs. Was this really it? He couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to leave dinner in the oven for that long. But it was the last mistake he ever made.
there is a tiny dial standing upon my chest, counting the hours with each slow rotation of the sun, counting the hours it takes for you to love me.
but unfortunately, my count is obscured by the shadows of my breasts, which draw in your eyes and dash my hopes of commitment against your bestial thoughts.
my life is like a dial tone
constantly repeating and impeding
on my quest for silence
but as it drones on
like a broken record of monotony
there’s limitless opportunity
if i could just work the phone
A sundial reflects the fierce star, or does it deflect it?
people don’t dial, they push.
yahoo is a succesive search engine that manganged to get famous on such short notice making millions of dollors, some people think it is a major opponent for google coropration.
i had a dial on my old phone in utah when i was growing up. it was on a red phone that hung in our kitchen. we used to have to take it off the hook when my dad was sleeping cause he worked nites as a truck driver.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed. His number was burned into my brain, I had called it so many times before. One ring, two, three, “Hey sweetheart!”
Deep breath, “Honey…we’re…we’re pregnant!”
I screamed, he laughed, I started crying. I love him.
the phone rang and when it was ansered there was no dial tone it seemed stange to me becuase nothing had happend like that before. i hung up and dialed *61 as soon as i heard the number repeated by the propter i knew it was him.
for the one phone call received by billy that day, his quarters were tokens of paradise in dixcomforting positions. smacking the rays of sunshine, he said to himself everything he had clogged up in his brain for the past 5 years. the settlement he had with himself, the deals he had with the earth.
the elderly sat, positioned in rows, staring at the plastic box contraption. no one dared to reach towards it and twist the small dial, for fear of alienation and outcry from other viewers, though no one particularly enjoyed the show. this would go on day after day, leading them all into believing that they truly enjoyed the show(…)
Turn it up. All the way. Push the limits. Turn it to 11.
“dont touch that dial kids, we’ll be right back after these messages”
“who the fuck still uses a dial”
Don’t touch that dial…..
it was a blessing to remember your number when my tire was flat and it started to rain
Her fingers rapped on the desktop nervously, staring at the phone. She’d waited for minutes, hours, days — she couldn’t tell anymore, because all she measured in was heartbeats, and far too many had passed for her to count. Worrying at her lower lip, she let her heartbeat ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump.
She would dial, one day, when its pace slowed and she found courage in her bloodsteam.
Phones are dialed. Dial, dials, dialing. Ring. Ringiddy ring. Phial, vile, rile, Nile, dial.
He held the phone in his hand. In fact, he could hear the dialtone. It was pressed to his ear, the numbing sound, taunting him with its continuous monotony.
He stared at the numbers. He stared and he stared and god how he wanted to hear her voice.
But he couldn’t bring himself to dial.
“dial this number” she left the crumpled piece of left-over paper in my hands leaving me there amidst the crowd of people all heading on their own destination. The sounds of their footsteps on the rain-wet street concrete clapped in my ears as I watched her walk away.
dial is like a reading or a choice on a thing. like put the dial towards hot. Is this what I’m supposed to do? I don’t understand.