Sometimes I just dial things like phones but every now and then it’s fun to turn dials. Like on heaters or the fun little knobs on radios. It’s in these moments that I realize just how childlike life can be. Even a forty five year old man can act like a kid. So be happy, growing up doesnt always happen.
Meffbass77
I dialed the phone. A strange voice picked up. Where are you? I don’t know, I said. Well, what do you see and hear? I see a poster on the wall i hear a scratchy man’s voice.
Kelsey
fuck the dial. i dont want to hear stories of how a group of people and a box of poorly prepared pizza are more important to you. i spent too much of my time waiting and listening to your dial
with
I picked up the phone and began to dial the numbers, one by one. A musical tune followed after each pressing button. It was mocking me. It was laughing and singing taunts at me. Knots tied in my stomach. Guilt ran over me. I held the phone to my ear and heard “Pizza Hut. What would you like?”
Susan Lee
So I dialed that number. That god damned fucking number that I said I’d never dial. Is it a gift or a curse to have two fathers? I’ll never know.
Jake Xingu
old telephones have those dials that you have to put your finger in and rotate. they take forever to dial. my grandma used to have one by her bed. she may still have it, i haven’t been there in a while. i used to play with it all the time. it made me feel like i was doing something important and grown-up.
beewintz
I open my phone, and stare. I’m locked in place. I do not know how to proceed. All I want is to press these buttons. I want to hear your voice on the other side of this phone, but I can’t make my fingers dial.
J
dial the telephone and call a random number. start a conversation. learn something new about yourself. make a new friend. maybe instead they’ll just think you’re a creep and hang up. either way its worth a shot. or just make a prank phone call!
Carrshizz
I looked at the dial on the lock. Here was my only chance at membership, the only chance I had to join the most elite guild of thieves on the planet, no the galaxy! Sweat dripped down my brow as I contemplated the dial before me.
TomeWyrm
The phone rang loudly as I stared out the window on a dury day. I grabbed the phone and heard the familiar vioice of my mum chime in. With a smile on my face, I spoke to her. The end.
Haley
dial the the following number 0404 4444 444 to call our sales person for get the help of our product. if your unable to dail our mention number you can cntact by e mail that is rrrr@ttt.com.
test
dial to a true friend when you need it, sometimes all you need is someone to listen, even if it means by phone
Anonymous
dial reminds me of soap… i have no idea why because i grew up in a strictly softsoap family, maybe the occasional dove. My dad would only use a specific type of soap from bath and body works. It had to have little massagers built in. That is so funny, because he is totally not that type of guy.
Anonymous
i like to dial the phone and wait to hear the voice of a friend. something very exciting about knowing there is someone on the other side who loves you waiting to say hi.
Layla Macoran
use the dial to tune in, turn on, and drop out.
the century is gathering to paste pictures of mine all over the space.
whoever thought of something doesnt get anything because they agve what they had been given for the moment to take on what it was meaning to say with out notes of glory bypassing what it was supposed to be.
sprouts
Sometimes when you turn the dial on the stove there’s a moment of panic that the flames will lash out, jump up, and everything will turn to fire. The microwave above the stove will melt to plastic and the cabinets will burn. I’m afraid of my kitchen because it’s flammable.
Liz
When he picked up the phone he listened for a dial tone, and once he got it he began dialing that number. Her number. Anna Jensen’s number. He’d finally gotten up the nerve to speak to her. The only problem was that he hung up the moment he heard her voice.
Sam
she moved the dial while I was at home waiting for her call.It as a defining moment for both of us. smile
Claie
She dials his number with clumsy fingers. She doesn’t have a cell phone, it feels weird to call people outside. She’s not sure what the hell she’s thinking, but she has to call him, that much is clear. Thebulance is pulling away, the phone rings three times. He picks up, voice the same as it is in person.
Ella Emma Em
dial me up, wind me up, make a call to God, that He might hear my voice and know me and I might hear the ring of His heart.
Anonymous
dialed for the elevator which was a giraffe to the top floor. Waiting for me was the conductor of the vicodin train.
mike dupar
I dial the phone. Numb. Emotionless.
I get his voicemail.
“We’re over,” I tell the machine, and I absently notice that my voice is shaky. “Don’t bother calling me.”
I set the phone on its cradle after carefully wiping away the prints.
The room is empty. Dead. Just like me.
When I was still an innocent goth girl, one of my Nativeerican friends had called me “Dead Woman Walking.” At the time he’d been joking at my paleness.
If only he’d known.
Violetta
at this very moment my emotions are running wild,
I can dial Jesus up and tell Him all about it.
Linda
at this very moment my emotions ar running wild,
I can dial Jesus up and tell all about it.
Linda
I dialed a number thinking i would find the answers i was looking for… instead i was put on hold for ten minutes while a woman explained to me with classical music playing in the background that my call was important
fuck that
they dont care… why the hell i even using this stupid contraption anyway when it is all meaningless
Vanessa
i yawned softly and began to open my weary eyes. I slowly sat up twisted the knob in my shower and the steam filled the room. i grabbed the phone and dialed and had the best phone sex ever
Anonymous
Like a sundial. A clock, with no moving parts. Maybe one moving part. One very large moving part, hurtling through the galaxy at billions of miles per hour.
Marius
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ME
I really dont like how dial soap smells.
marcie
I dialed the phone, but right afterwards I regretted it. I didn’t think about what I was going to say beforehand. But I stayed on the line; luckily it went to voicemail and I hung up before the *beep*.
Noo
The phone is right in front of you. All you have to do is pick it up and dial the number. YOu are afraid that he will not pick up and you are even more afraid that he will pick up. If he does then you have to say something that iwll get his attention.
Johnny
the phone and you say
Are you There Are you There?
because no one says hello anymore
and they say, yeah I’m Here I’m Here and
none of us are friends with none of us because
our dot to dot telephone conversations are
not even telephone conversations anymore and the only
way we say hello is SUP and HEY and none of that
means anything but I’m Lonely and Significant but
you can’t just SAY I’m Lonely and Significant because
you’re really lonely and insignificant and at the end of day
Mona
I dialed her number. Anxious. Anxious. She picks up.
“Hello?”
Scratches. Sizzle.
The dial tone.
Damn you.
Anonymous
“HELP! SOMEBODY DIAL 9-1-1!”
Blood flows freely from her abdomen, pooling around his legs as he kneels down the unconscious body of the young woman.
He begins to cry out again, when a smooth velvety voice cuts him off.
“It’s useless, nobody can hear you.”
Before he had time to register the location of the voice, he feels the sensation of a cool breath at the nape of his neck and his world was swallowed by darkness.
What happens next is another’s story…
Rios
i wish i could dial you, katie. you’re still in my phone. i wish i could dial you, dino, but i’m too mad at you. i wish i could dial you, kaitie, but i’m too scared of how much i love you. dialing doesn’t make me clean. it opens up boxes i don’t always want to open. dial me, please.
Anna
on the phone i in class right now so i cant really do this olololo i lied aaaaaaad dddddddddddddddddddddddddd this class is weird .a.a.a.a. i have a lot of hw… this
aaa
Dial.
my soap of choice, I love you.
I smell wonderful everyday,
my roommates do too.
and its all thanks to you.
Miranda
I use a dial and turn it.
Deborah
Don’t touch that dial!
Who even has a dial anymore, anyway? Now we have remotes so we don’t even have to GET UP to change the channel!
Because heaven forbid we get off our lazy asses once in a while.
Sometimes I just dial things like phones but every now and then it’s fun to turn dials. Like on heaters or the fun little knobs on radios. It’s in these moments that I realize just how childlike life can be. Even a forty five year old man can act like a kid. So be happy, growing up doesnt always happen.
I dialed the phone. A strange voice picked up. Where are you? I don’t know, I said. Well, what do you see and hear? I see a poster on the wall i hear a scratchy man’s voice.
fuck the dial. i dont want to hear stories of how a group of people and a box of poorly prepared pizza are more important to you. i spent too much of my time waiting and listening to your dial
I picked up the phone and began to dial the numbers, one by one. A musical tune followed after each pressing button. It was mocking me. It was laughing and singing taunts at me. Knots tied in my stomach. Guilt ran over me. I held the phone to my ear and heard “Pizza Hut. What would you like?”
So I dialed that number. That god damned fucking number that I said I’d never dial. Is it a gift or a curse to have two fathers? I’ll never know.
old telephones have those dials that you have to put your finger in and rotate. they take forever to dial. my grandma used to have one by her bed. she may still have it, i haven’t been there in a while. i used to play with it all the time. it made me feel like i was doing something important and grown-up.
I open my phone, and stare. I’m locked in place. I do not know how to proceed. All I want is to press these buttons. I want to hear your voice on the other side of this phone, but I can’t make my fingers dial.
dial the telephone and call a random number. start a conversation. learn something new about yourself. make a new friend. maybe instead they’ll just think you’re a creep and hang up. either way its worth a shot. or just make a prank phone call!
I looked at the dial on the lock. Here was my only chance at membership, the only chance I had to join the most elite guild of thieves on the planet, no the galaxy! Sweat dripped down my brow as I contemplated the dial before me.
The phone rang loudly as I stared out the window on a dury day. I grabbed the phone and heard the familiar vioice of my mum chime in. With a smile on my face, I spoke to her. The end.
dial the the following number 0404 4444 444 to call our sales person for get the help of our product. if your unable to dail our mention number you can cntact by e mail that is rrrr@ttt.com.
dial to a true friend when you need it, sometimes all you need is someone to listen, even if it means by phone
dial reminds me of soap… i have no idea why because i grew up in a strictly softsoap family, maybe the occasional dove. My dad would only use a specific type of soap from bath and body works. It had to have little massagers built in. That is so funny, because he is totally not that type of guy.
i like to dial the phone and wait to hear the voice of a friend. something very exciting about knowing there is someone on the other side who loves you waiting to say hi.
use the dial to tune in, turn on, and drop out.
the century is gathering to paste pictures of mine all over the space.
whoever thought of something doesnt get anything because they agve what they had been given for the moment to take on what it was meaning to say with out notes of glory bypassing what it was supposed to be.
Sometimes when you turn the dial on the stove there’s a moment of panic that the flames will lash out, jump up, and everything will turn to fire. The microwave above the stove will melt to plastic and the cabinets will burn. I’m afraid of my kitchen because it’s flammable.
When he picked up the phone he listened for a dial tone, and once he got it he began dialing that number. Her number. Anna Jensen’s number. He’d finally gotten up the nerve to speak to her. The only problem was that he hung up the moment he heard her voice.
she moved the dial while I was at home waiting for her call.It as a defining moment for both of us. smile
She dials his number with clumsy fingers. She doesn’t have a cell phone, it feels weird to call people outside. She’s not sure what the hell she’s thinking, but she has to call him, that much is clear. Thebulance is pulling away, the phone rings three times. He picks up, voice the same as it is in person.
dial me up, wind me up, make a call to God, that He might hear my voice and know me and I might hear the ring of His heart.
dialed for the elevator which was a giraffe to the top floor. Waiting for me was the conductor of the vicodin train.
I dial the phone. Numb. Emotionless.
I get his voicemail.
“We’re over,” I tell the machine, and I absently notice that my voice is shaky. “Don’t bother calling me.”
I set the phone on its cradle after carefully wiping away the prints.
The room is empty. Dead. Just like me.
When I was still an innocent goth girl, one of my Nativeerican friends had called me “Dead Woman Walking.” At the time he’d been joking at my paleness.
If only he’d known.
at this very moment my emotions are running wild,
I can dial Jesus up and tell Him all about it.
at this very moment my emotions ar running wild,
I can dial Jesus up and tell all about it.
I dialed a number thinking i would find the answers i was looking for… instead i was put on hold for ten minutes while a woman explained to me with classical music playing in the background that my call was important
fuck that
they dont care… why the hell i even using this stupid contraption anyway when it is all meaningless
i yawned softly and began to open my weary eyes. I slowly sat up twisted the knob in my shower and the steam filled the room. i grabbed the phone and dialed and had the best phone sex ever
Like a sundial. A clock, with no moving parts. Maybe one moving part. One very large moving part, hurtling through the galaxy at billions of miles per hour.
diaL
I really dont like how dial soap smells.
I dialed the phone, but right afterwards I regretted it. I didn’t think about what I was going to say beforehand. But I stayed on the line; luckily it went to voicemail and I hung up before the *beep*.
The phone is right in front of you. All you have to do is pick it up and dial the number. YOu are afraid that he will not pick up and you are even more afraid that he will pick up. If he does then you have to say something that iwll get his attention.
the phone and you say
Are you There Are you There?
because no one says hello anymore
and they say, yeah I’m Here I’m Here and
none of us are friends with none of us because
our dot to dot telephone conversations are
not even telephone conversations anymore and the only
way we say hello is SUP and HEY and none of that
means anything but I’m Lonely and Significant but
you can’t just SAY I’m Lonely and Significant because
you’re really lonely and insignificant and at the end of day
I dialed her number. Anxious. Anxious. She picks up.
“Hello?”
Scratches. Sizzle.
The dial tone.
Damn you.
“HELP! SOMEBODY DIAL 9-1-1!”
Blood flows freely from her abdomen, pooling around his legs as he kneels down the unconscious body of the young woman.
He begins to cry out again, when a smooth velvety voice cuts him off.
“It’s useless, nobody can hear you.”
Before he had time to register the location of the voice, he feels the sensation of a cool breath at the nape of his neck and his world was swallowed by darkness.
What happens next is another’s story…
i wish i could dial you, katie. you’re still in my phone. i wish i could dial you, dino, but i’m too mad at you. i wish i could dial you, kaitie, but i’m too scared of how much i love you. dialing doesn’t make me clean. it opens up boxes i don’t always want to open. dial me, please.
on the phone i in class right now so i cant really do this olololo i lied aaaaaaad dddddddddddddddddddddddddd this class is weird .a.a.a.a. i have a lot of hw… this
Dial.
my soap of choice, I love you.
I smell wonderful everyday,
my roommates do too.
and its all thanks to you.
I use a dial and turn it.
Don’t touch that dial!
Who even has a dial anymore, anyway? Now we have remotes so we don’t even have to GET UP to change the channel!
Because heaven forbid we get off our lazy asses once in a while.
I have to dial a number