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meannkus
dial is the one which connects us to different people within seconds…without which the phone would not exist and without which there would be no telecommunications
ST
“Just do it. Dial the number.”
The phone shook in my hand, but Ryan was insistent. Almost worryingly so. He was so intense, eyes piercing blue and fixed on my hand. On the mobile.
Hesitantly I lifted it up and punched in the number.
Empty ringing filled the soundpiece as I waited for her to pick up.
Please don’t pick up, I thought fruitlessly. You pick up and you die.
bored
to dial or not to dial, that is the question. wether it be nobler to put down the phone and let her go or to be a man and get her back. that is the question.
Devon
jeez
HANGUP
that number. just do it. don’t let the hesitations and fears hold you back. take a chance, do it! you’ll always regret it. yeah it might end badly, or not the way you wanted, but it’ll be better to know, and at least you’ll have had some balls to actually act on an impulse; a real, true, sincere and intense surge of feeling and desire. dial it
ania
it is hard to focus on what to dial in on. th ephone or the telegraph. i want to say both like the word arw out dated
bad typing position
the phone rang on the other end afte rthe girl diealed the wrong number. Bob answered hello and the female voice answered “is this Jim” he said no, cause it wasnt, what kind of question was this? I think you have the wrong number he said into the reciever. Oh she replied, well I feel sutpid.
Megan
dial my telephone, im trying to get in touch with somebody. i hate when the person doesn’t pick up. what if it’s urgent? but how could they know… sometimes I screen people’s calls. usually because i hate talking on the phone. it makes me feel uncomfortable
Kevin
eshgshthsfxhshshshthsrhththwst
thrre
Dial a number. Phone. Call friends. Talk about random stuff. Have fun, laugh, plan to meet up.
Dial. Soap. Clean, wash, shower, rinse and repeat.
Bluescreen
the word is dial.
but who says i have to write something about the word. its simply a word. therefore, i am not going to use that word throughout the entire text.i will call it…maple instead…yes maple. ugh i dunno
marissa
As i picked up the phone, I pressed the buttons and dialed the number. I was trembling; nervous. I had never done anything this rash before.
“Hello?” He said, answering.
“Hey,” I replied back.
“…How are you?”
He had no idea.
Carly
her voice was mechanical like the sound of a rotary phone dial after your finger releases on a high number.
tom haggard jones
they must be off their dial if they think anyone is going to read this…. i mean who comes up with these things, like we need any more motivation to use a phone.
Kaw Stik
dial me
ok
i mean it
ok
you better
i will, ok
you coy fuck, what is your problem
no problem i will call you
ok sexy bye now
bye
merle hammond
dial
Anonymous
the phone is a handy way to get in touch with the world. To do so though you must first dial the number of the person of the world you want to share your plans to take over the world with
God
I dialled my mom and told her how much I loved her. “Im doing everything to make you happy mummy. Im living because of you. I love you so much that I cant tell you exactly how much. By the way, waht are you cooking today? Im making lentils with gourd.”
shamsaabid@yahoo.com
dial dila dila all teh same but better each time they say it.
vincent
I dial and find you home. You tell me that your are making penut butter and jelly and I imagine you standing there in your messy kitchen with the phone cord tangled around your waist, phone pressed between your shoulder and cheek, using your free hands to spread the chunky peanut butter you love over dry toast.
I tell you that this is important. That I have something to say to you. But you are used to a lot of idle chatter in conversation. I get frustrated when you don’t listen. I snap, “I don’t care about your mother fucking jelly” I just want you to notice me now. To realize every consonant in my speech, the tonality of each word as I spit it through the phone, into your face.
Morgan
dial the phone. common. dial my number. call me. i’m going to kill you. dial dial dial kill kill kill. so will you dial the phone and call me? for i will and you will and it will be done.
kara
I pick up the phone. It is tempting to hit the buttons that spell out your number, but I won’t. You don’t miss me unless I’m here. You don’t love me unless we’re watching Family Guy. It makes no sense to me, but I’ll never tell.
Ella Emma Em
As I sit by the phone, I wondered which number I should dial. Sometimes at night, when I’m all alone, I often think of the friends around me, and ones I haven’t seen since I was a kid. Wondering how they’ve been, where they are, and what they are doing at that very moment.
Terri
I dial and find you home. You tell me that your are making penut butter and jelly and I imagine you standing there in your messy kitchen with the phone cord tangled around your waist, phone pressed between your shoulder and cheek, using your free hands to spread the chunky peanut butter you love over dry toast.
I tell you that this is important. That I have something to say to you. But you are used to a lot of idle chatter in conversation. I get frustrated when you don’t listen. I snap, “I don’t care about your mother fucking jelly” I just want you to notice me now. To realize every consonant in my speech, the tonality of each word as I spit it through the phone, into your face.
Morgan
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kirsty
so i dial the phone, to who, i have no idea. someone picks up, hello? hello? who is this? its me of course. yes i know that but why? why what? why did you do it? oh, because it was tuesday…. oh…
chum
dial the phone to call the long lost mother that you have not talked to in ages. I wonder what she is doing these days. she forgot about you
d
You dial a telephone like when you call your friend because your boyfriend said the darnedest thing at dinner tonight. You just can’t wait to blurt it out as your dialing those numbers on your Blackberry. Half the time she doesn’t even answer, but it’s worth a try and you need to tell someone. Now.
Anonymous
I wish you didn’t have me right at your fingertips. Yearning for those callouses fingers of yours (why do you never use your guitar pick?) to clatter against the dial so that I can hear your voice…
Now that is torture.
helen
dial
Nirav
susie didn’t like to dial the phone, it always hurt her fingers after she got them burnt on the stove. She was always so tired after school when she came home that she couldn’t do the work she was asked to do . this cause the burning of the fingers on the stove and the pain. Susy can no longer write
Lorraine Zazzaretti
“Pick up oh God just pick up!” She shouted into the receiver, cradling the phone to her head like some sort of plastic lover, comfort, shield against the random hateful entropy of the world.
“Come on! Don’t do this to me!” She shouted, but the robotic voice chirped it’s reply, that she’d have to punch the numbers in again.
Anonymous
The phone is ringing. I answer the phone, but I’m too late. I miss the call. I think that it was a friend of mine because I was expecting his call. So, I dial his number. He answered, but said that it wasn’t him calling me.
John
the buttons on the phone are so intimidating. it’s not that i can’t call you, it’s that i shouldn’t. and that just makes it so much harder not to. that’s just the way life works. you can either do something because you want to, or not do it because you can’t.
Anonymous
Isn’t it strange how the same time someone was killing themselves, you were making a bagel with cream cheese.
Katelynn
Dial a phone
Dial his number
Hang up the phone
and redial
Talk to him
Tell him you love him
Tell him you miss him
Hang up the phone
Angela
i used to have this old phone in my living room. rotary. i’d call my mom every couple of hours to tell her that i love her. and that i missed her. sometimes i’d even call just to hang up. or i’d call my aunt and uncle to tell them that i did something new today. no thats a lie. instead i’d just pick up the receiver and keep rotating the dial.
Derrick
Dial soap was all over my hands. How was I supposed to get it off? Rinse? Dry? I had to ask my friend critty. He looked at me like an idiot. Lindsey… rinse, duh. Thank you Critty. I think my brain is turning to mush, I said. It must be the smell of this dial soap
pit
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dial is the one which connects us to different people within seconds…without which the phone would not exist and without which there would be no telecommunications
“Just do it. Dial the number.”
The phone shook in my hand, but Ryan was insistent. Almost worryingly so. He was so intense, eyes piercing blue and fixed on my hand. On the mobile.
Hesitantly I lifted it up and punched in the number.
Empty ringing filled the soundpiece as I waited for her to pick up.
Please don’t pick up, I thought fruitlessly. You pick up and you die.
to dial or not to dial, that is the question. wether it be nobler to put down the phone and let her go or to be a man and get her back. that is the question.
jeez
that number. just do it. don’t let the hesitations and fears hold you back. take a chance, do it! you’ll always regret it. yeah it might end badly, or not the way you wanted, but it’ll be better to know, and at least you’ll have had some balls to actually act on an impulse; a real, true, sincere and intense surge of feeling and desire. dial it
it is hard to focus on what to dial in on. th ephone or the telegraph. i want to say both like the word arw out dated
the phone rang on the other end afte rthe girl diealed the wrong number. Bob answered hello and the female voice answered “is this Jim” he said no, cause it wasnt, what kind of question was this? I think you have the wrong number he said into the reciever. Oh she replied, well I feel sutpid.
dial my telephone, im trying to get in touch with somebody. i hate when the person doesn’t pick up. what if it’s urgent? but how could they know… sometimes I screen people’s calls. usually because i hate talking on the phone. it makes me feel uncomfortable
eshgshthsfxhshshshthsrhththwst
Dial a number. Phone. Call friends. Talk about random stuff. Have fun, laugh, plan to meet up.
Dial. Soap. Clean, wash, shower, rinse and repeat.
the word is dial.
but who says i have to write something about the word. its simply a word. therefore, i am not going to use that word throughout the entire text.i will call it…maple instead…yes maple. ugh i dunno
As i picked up the phone, I pressed the buttons and dialed the number. I was trembling; nervous. I had never done anything this rash before.
“Hello?” He said, answering.
“Hey,” I replied back.
“…How are you?”
He had no idea.
her voice was mechanical like the sound of a rotary phone dial after your finger releases on a high number.
they must be off their dial if they think anyone is going to read this…. i mean who comes up with these things, like we need any more motivation to use a phone.
dial me
ok
i mean it
ok
you better
i will, ok
you coy fuck, what is your problem
no problem i will call you
ok sexy bye now
bye
dial
the phone is a handy way to get in touch with the world. To do so though you must first dial the number of the person of the world you want to share your plans to take over the world with
I dialled my mom and told her how much I loved her. “Im doing everything to make you happy mummy. Im living because of you. I love you so much that I cant tell you exactly how much. By the way, waht are you cooking today? Im making lentils with gourd.”
dial dila dila all teh same but better each time they say it.
I dial and find you home. You tell me that your are making penut butter and jelly and I imagine you standing there in your messy kitchen with the phone cord tangled around your waist, phone pressed between your shoulder and cheek, using your free hands to spread the chunky peanut butter you love over dry toast.
I tell you that this is important. That I have something to say to you. But you are used to a lot of idle chatter in conversation. I get frustrated when you don’t listen. I snap, “I don’t care about your mother fucking jelly” I just want you to notice me now. To realize every consonant in my speech, the tonality of each word as I spit it through the phone, into your face.
dial the phone. common. dial my number. call me. i’m going to kill you. dial dial dial kill kill kill. so will you dial the phone and call me? for i will and you will and it will be done.
I pick up the phone. It is tempting to hit the buttons that spell out your number, but I won’t. You don’t miss me unless I’m here. You don’t love me unless we’re watching Family Guy. It makes no sense to me, but I’ll never tell.
As I sit by the phone, I wondered which number I should dial. Sometimes at night, when I’m all alone, I often think of the friends around me, and ones I haven’t seen since I was a kid. Wondering how they’ve been, where they are, and what they are doing at that very moment.
I dial and find you home. You tell me that your are making penut butter and jelly and I imagine you standing there in your messy kitchen with the phone cord tangled around your waist, phone pressed between your shoulder and cheek, using your free hands to spread the chunky peanut butter you love over dry toast.
I tell you that this is important. That I have something to say to you. But you are used to a lot of idle chatter in conversation. I get frustrated when you don’t listen. I snap, “I don’t care about your mother fucking jelly” I just want you to notice me now. To realize every consonant in my speech, the tonality of each word as I spit it through the phone, into your face.
ring telephone, speak, communicate listen, help, advice, call centre, knowledge, numbers, telephone, mobile, technology, science, maths,
so i dial the phone, to who, i have no idea. someone picks up, hello? hello? who is this? its me of course. yes i know that but why? why what? why did you do it? oh, because it was tuesday…. oh…
dial the phone to call the long lost mother that you have not talked to in ages. I wonder what she is doing these days. she forgot about you
You dial a telephone like when you call your friend because your boyfriend said the darnedest thing at dinner tonight. You just can’t wait to blurt it out as your dialing those numbers on your Blackberry. Half the time she doesn’t even answer, but it’s worth a try and you need to tell someone. Now.
I wish you didn’t have me right at your fingertips. Yearning for those callouses fingers of yours (why do you never use your guitar pick?) to clatter against the dial so that I can hear your voice…
Now that is torture.
dial
susie didn’t like to dial the phone, it always hurt her fingers after she got them burnt on the stove. She was always so tired after school when she came home that she couldn’t do the work she was asked to do . this cause the burning of the fingers on the stove and the pain. Susy can no longer write
“Pick up oh God just pick up!” She shouted into the receiver, cradling the phone to her head like some sort of plastic lover, comfort, shield against the random hateful entropy of the world.
“Come on! Don’t do this to me!” She shouted, but the robotic voice chirped it’s reply, that she’d have to punch the numbers in again.
The phone is ringing. I answer the phone, but I’m too late. I miss the call. I think that it was a friend of mine because I was expecting his call. So, I dial his number. He answered, but said that it wasn’t him calling me.
the buttons on the phone are so intimidating. it’s not that i can’t call you, it’s that i shouldn’t. and that just makes it so much harder not to. that’s just the way life works. you can either do something because you want to, or not do it because you can’t.
Isn’t it strange how the same time someone was killing themselves, you were making a bagel with cream cheese.
Dial a phone
Dial his number
Hang up the phone
and redial
Talk to him
Tell him you love him
Tell him you miss him
Hang up the phone
i used to have this old phone in my living room. rotary. i’d call my mom every couple of hours to tell her that i love her. and that i missed her. sometimes i’d even call just to hang up. or i’d call my aunt and uncle to tell them that i did something new today. no thats a lie. instead i’d just pick up the receiver and keep rotating the dial.
Dial soap was all over my hands. How was I supposed to get it off? Rinse? Dry? I had to ask my friend critty. He looked at me like an idiot. Lindsey… rinse, duh. Thank you Critty. I think my brain is turning to mush, I said. It must be the smell of this dial soap