dial the phone to call my friend daena to tell her about my guy drama ha ha like every day…or the way this fool is goin more like once a week, what a lameo!!! Well I also can use dial in the shower to get clean b4 I go see him :) Hopefully I will be needing a lot of dial this weekend :p especially friday and saturday after the party. fun fun fun stuff. I don’t really have anything else to say about this word….
Anonymous
dial up. redial. sundial.
Anonymous
the telephone, call your mom.
Anonymous
telephone calls to friends and family and to make appointments and follow up on sales leads.
gina
she dialed the phone and wondered if anyone was going to pick up. nobody ever did and the number hadn’t been where he lived for years. She just dialed it because the pattern of her finger’s movement was comforting, like when you move your feet back and forth on the same bare spot in your rug. the number rang twice.
“hello?” a man’s voice said.
she hungup.
Meat
I dialed the phone number. I heard it ring on the other end. There was a click, as if in answer, another click and a dial tone. She hung up? I wondered. Bad connection? I considered. I punched in the digits again, and this time I got an answering machine. “hi you’ve reached—“
tabitha
I dialed her number, and let it ring 3 times, hanging up. My palms were sweating, my heart pounding so loud I was sure people in Europe could hear it. I sighed, calming by racing pulse, and dialed the number again. I bit my lip, and my breath was stolen from me as she answered in her sweet as honey voice.
“Hello?”
haruka
the low tone of the hang up rang in his ear. his mind was racing
negative
he was so expecting it to be positive, he had been ready for it to be positive, for the daeth sentence, but now he was safe. what would he do with life?
carlisle
dial phone number dial soap is cool dialing on the phone dial dial dial dial dial idk what to write about it i cant think of anything else i dont know dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial
jackie
Destroy
Intense
Alien
Lifeforms
Jaimie
Oh how I wish he would dial me… but not traditionally… no a text… I don’t even ask to hear his voice.Just to know I crossed his mind one single time. Maybe I’ll get a surprise pic tomorrow or a text… I don’t know… oh but I hope…
Grrr
dial her number then hold the phone.. don’t breath.. just listen.. OH NO! She is afraid.. now why did you do that?.. now she thinks someone is after her..
you are a dummy.. she will be afraid of everyone now! You won’t stand a chance of asking her out after this! Dummy!! dummy!! dummy!!.. NO!.. don’t dial her number!
Patricia Sawyer
I picked up my cell phone and didn’t even thing as I dialed in her number. I’d never called before–not in the many long months we’d been conversing by text message alone. It rang for what seemed like ages, and I felt with a surety that she wouldn’t pick up when–
“Hello?”
My heart skipped a few beats. Things had officially changed.
Meilan Firaga
phone talk numbers
Anonymous
I dailed a phone and spoke to the future. The future told me to stop, to think. It told me that I needed to find out who I and why I what I. The future told me not to kill. I hung up on the future.
Cole, Riley
It spun and then quit spinning. The dial was taunting me. I did not understand it. Nor did I have any ill feelings toward it. However, it’s behavior was indimidating. But, if its
Jim Lawley
A dial tone, could last for years.Maybe seconds,
Please don’t pick up….
Please pick up….
Oh, Shit…
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Should I hang up now?
I”m already calling
Shit.
Regan Milner
I dial the phone and he picks up… what does he say? It’s hard to hear. Why is this happening? My body aches as I realize the words are, “it’s over.” Then he hangs up. Not even an explaination. Maybe life will be better without him. It will.
Hannah
Dial soap. The smell of my childhood. The taste of punishment for sassing. Orange brick. Not a sweet smelling soap. I’ve never used it since I’ve been buying my own soap.
Cyndie
He picked up the phone, and turned the dial once. It slowly rotated back into place. Three more times he did this in quick succession, though to him it seemed like ages. Everything was so slow. And there was the girl on the floor not able to get even a heartbeat.
DOG-GY
Phone, calling, soap. Bath tub. Conversation.
Elle
call me up call me out as long as you call
motherfucker
lys
As I picked up the phone, I set it back down again. I couldn’t possibly be thinking this. How would I even form a sentence to her, I get so frozen just when I see her. I can’t do this. I don’t have a choice. I grab the phone, dial the number, and then order a large pizza.
Austin Jones
once I dialed 911 and well no actually twice lol. I was a little girl and the second time I conned Ariel into actually holding the phone to her ear. I remember the cops showing up to first my house and the laundromat (where Ariel and I were) it really sucks that it happens so often but it’s one of those family stories that everyone can tell. So good….
alex
I dialed her cell phone number. She answered after a short while. But it was as if the line was dead. She was gone all right. Not litterally of course, but suddenly all the memories arose and spoilt my dreams. Forever shall I remember the december nights.
Connor
dial tone. she didn’t know what to do with it. feeling so rushed to pick a number, to call someone. anyone. not a single face came to mind. no names. nobody. the foreboding noise haunted her, until she hung up.
Penelpe
Call your number pushng the buttons and hearing the tones waiting for you to pick up. The phone is dead there is no dail tone.
mysti
a dial – tp push to press – a cold, firm dial… is it a dial for a panic button, perhaps a dial for a friend of an old lover?…
perhaps it dials heaven or God? who does it dialy things to herself. she lingers longer, her finger tracing the numbers and she dials old friends in her mind.
colour
go go go got to the park, swing, sit eat and apple – have a into ty yourself have a chat – see what the daisys say – hear what the birds sing, what are the fighting over now.. those naughty birds.
are they storm clouds gathering? will ew go home and enjoy a cuddle by the fire? Shall we put on boots and eat warm apples we collected from the trees? sngug as a bug.
colour
there was an awesome dial at the top of the box. you would think that it was an ordinary dial, but it most obviosly was not. it was a dial that controlled all time. it would take you back in time if you spun it one way, and forward if you spun it hte other.
Angel
I dialed the telephone quickly, not even pausing to remember a number, just dialing whatever came to mind first. I pressed the talk button, only to get a ring once and then a raspy, “Hello?” It was Chris. That’s who I called.
Chelsea P.
the phone rings once. “hey,” she says.
“hey,” he says. “my hand got stuck, when i turned the dial.”
she smiles, unseen. her mouth is sticky-sweet, from the dates she ate just before. “of course it did,” she says, gently.
“shut up,” he says. “hey, what are you doing?”
“what, now?” she asks.
“no, in 2002.”
andi
Dial a number.. call people you love.. see if they are doing well.. Or maybe people u miss. Maybe they miss u too.. I dunno.. This is kkida fun.. This seems like more than 60 secs
mahjabeeen
I dial her number, but she doesn’t pick up, and eventually she turns off her phone, and I hear nothing but the sound of her voice mail. “Please!” I cry, “Please accept me back into your life.”
Anonymous
I like to dial my friend when I having a bad day. Dial reminds me of when we used to have rotary phones. I so glad that I able to dial my friends quickly!
Cricket
pick up the phone, dial your number, embedded in my heart. hang up before it rings. i can’t and yet i picked up the phone again, smelling of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. just one word, just to hear your voice. and i let it ring, and ring, and ring. and then your voice piercing through… “hi you’ve reached my voicemail please leave a message…” and my hands shaking, i can’t find the words to say after the beep.
claire
Dial soap. Who uses Dial soap anymore? Who uses bar soap at all? Isn’t that a messy mess of a product? I will never buy a bar of soap ever again.
Paula
I pick up the phone and slowly move the headset to my ear. I hear the dial tone. It dies. Then I slowly put my finger to numbers and dial 911. A lady’s voice answers in a hurry, “911, what’s your emergency?”
Carl
DIAL the number! my brain was yelling at me. the butterflies threatened to fly out of my stomach and up and out of my mouth. I know what I wanted, what I needed…I needed to ask him to the dance. That, is what I thought as I dialed his number for the first time.
misappropriate
dial the phone to call my friend daena to tell her about my guy drama ha ha like every day…or the way this fool is goin more like once a week, what a lameo!!! Well I also can use dial in the shower to get clean b4 I go see him :) Hopefully I will be needing a lot of dial this weekend :p especially friday and saturday after the party. fun fun fun stuff. I don’t really have anything else to say about this word….
dial up. redial. sundial.
the telephone, call your mom.
telephone calls to friends and family and to make appointments and follow up on sales leads.
she dialed the phone and wondered if anyone was going to pick up. nobody ever did and the number hadn’t been where he lived for years. She just dialed it because the pattern of her finger’s movement was comforting, like when you move your feet back and forth on the same bare spot in your rug. the number rang twice.
“hello?” a man’s voice said.
she hungup.
I dialed the phone number. I heard it ring on the other end. There was a click, as if in answer, another click and a dial tone. She hung up? I wondered. Bad connection? I considered. I punched in the digits again, and this time I got an answering machine. “hi you’ve reached—“
I dialed her number, and let it ring 3 times, hanging up. My palms were sweating, my heart pounding so loud I was sure people in Europe could hear it. I sighed, calming by racing pulse, and dialed the number again. I bit my lip, and my breath was stolen from me as she answered in her sweet as honey voice.
“Hello?”
the low tone of the hang up rang in his ear. his mind was racing
negative
he was so expecting it to be positive, he had been ready for it to be positive, for the daeth sentence, but now he was safe. what would he do with life?
dial phone number dial soap is cool dialing on the phone dial dial dial dial dial idk what to write about it i cant think of anything else i dont know dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial
Destroy
Intense
Alien
Lifeforms
Oh how I wish he would dial me… but not traditionally… no a text… I don’t even ask to hear his voice.Just to know I crossed his mind one single time. Maybe I’ll get a surprise pic tomorrow or a text… I don’t know… oh but I hope…
dial her number then hold the phone.. don’t breath.. just listen.. OH NO! She is afraid.. now why did you do that?.. now she thinks someone is after her..
you are a dummy.. she will be afraid of everyone now! You won’t stand a chance of asking her out after this! Dummy!! dummy!! dummy!!.. NO!.. don’t dial her number!
I picked up my cell phone and didn’t even thing as I dialed in her number. I’d never called before–not in the many long months we’d been conversing by text message alone. It rang for what seemed like ages, and I felt with a surety that she wouldn’t pick up when–
“Hello?”
My heart skipped a few beats. Things had officially changed.
phone talk numbers
I dailed a phone and spoke to the future. The future told me to stop, to think. It told me that I needed to find out who I and why I what I. The future told me not to kill. I hung up on the future.
It spun and then quit spinning. The dial was taunting me. I did not understand it. Nor did I have any ill feelings toward it. However, it’s behavior was indimidating. But, if its
A dial tone, could last for years.Maybe seconds,
Please don’t pick up….
Please pick up….
Oh, Shit…
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Should I hang up now?
I”m already calling
Shit.
I dial the phone and he picks up… what does he say? It’s hard to hear. Why is this happening? My body aches as I realize the words are, “it’s over.” Then he hangs up. Not even an explaination. Maybe life will be better without him. It will.
Dial soap. The smell of my childhood. The taste of punishment for sassing. Orange brick. Not a sweet smelling soap. I’ve never used it since I’ve been buying my own soap.
He picked up the phone, and turned the dial once. It slowly rotated back into place. Three more times he did this in quick succession, though to him it seemed like ages. Everything was so slow. And there was the girl on the floor not able to get even a heartbeat.
Phone, calling, soap. Bath tub. Conversation.
call me up call me out as long as you call
motherfucker
As I picked up the phone, I set it back down again. I couldn’t possibly be thinking this. How would I even form a sentence to her, I get so frozen just when I see her. I can’t do this. I don’t have a choice. I grab the phone, dial the number, and then order a large pizza.
once I dialed 911 and well no actually twice lol. I was a little girl and the second time I conned Ariel into actually holding the phone to her ear. I remember the cops showing up to first my house and the laundromat (where Ariel and I were) it really sucks that it happens so often but it’s one of those family stories that everyone can tell. So good….
I dialed her cell phone number. She answered after a short while. But it was as if the line was dead. She was gone all right. Not litterally of course, but suddenly all the memories arose and spoilt my dreams. Forever shall I remember the december nights.
dial tone. she didn’t know what to do with it. feeling so rushed to pick a number, to call someone. anyone. not a single face came to mind. no names. nobody. the foreboding noise haunted her, until she hung up.
Call your number pushng the buttons and hearing the tones waiting for you to pick up. The phone is dead there is no dail tone.
a dial – tp push to press – a cold, firm dial… is it a dial for a panic button, perhaps a dial for a friend of an old lover?…
perhaps it dials heaven or God? who does it dialy things to herself. she lingers longer, her finger tracing the numbers and she dials old friends in her mind.
go go go got to the park, swing, sit eat and apple – have a into ty yourself have a chat – see what the daisys say – hear what the birds sing, what are the fighting over now.. those naughty birds.
are they storm clouds gathering? will ew go home and enjoy a cuddle by the fire? Shall we put on boots and eat warm apples we collected from the trees? sngug as a bug.
there was an awesome dial at the top of the box. you would think that it was an ordinary dial, but it most obviosly was not. it was a dial that controlled all time. it would take you back in time if you spun it one way, and forward if you spun it hte other.
I dialed the telephone quickly, not even pausing to remember a number, just dialing whatever came to mind first. I pressed the talk button, only to get a ring once and then a raspy, “Hello?” It was Chris. That’s who I called.
the phone rings once. “hey,” she says.
“hey,” he says. “my hand got stuck, when i turned the dial.”
she smiles, unseen. her mouth is sticky-sweet, from the dates she ate just before. “of course it did,” she says, gently.
“shut up,” he says. “hey, what are you doing?”
“what, now?” she asks.
“no, in 2002.”
Dial a number.. call people you love.. see if they are doing well.. Or maybe people u miss. Maybe they miss u too.. I dunno.. This is kkida fun.. This seems like more than 60 secs
I dial her number, but she doesn’t pick up, and eventually she turns off her phone, and I hear nothing but the sound of her voice mail. “Please!” I cry, “Please accept me back into your life.”
I like to dial my friend when I having a bad day. Dial reminds me of when we used to have rotary phones. I so glad that I able to dial my friends quickly!
pick up the phone, dial your number, embedded in my heart. hang up before it rings. i can’t and yet i picked up the phone again, smelling of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. just one word, just to hear your voice. and i let it ring, and ring, and ring. and then your voice piercing through… “hi you’ve reached my voicemail please leave a message…” and my hands shaking, i can’t find the words to say after the beep.
Dial soap. Who uses Dial soap anymore? Who uses bar soap at all? Isn’t that a messy mess of a product? I will never buy a bar of soap ever again.
I pick up the phone and slowly move the headset to my ear. I hear the dial tone. It dies. Then I slowly put my finger to numbers and dial 911. A lady’s voice answers in a hurry, “911, what’s your emergency?”
DIAL the number! my brain was yelling at me. the butterflies threatened to fly out of my stomach and up and out of my mouth. I know what I wanted, what I needed…I needed to ask him to the dance. That, is what I thought as I dialed his number for the first time.