people stretch. spmetomes it hurts. sometimes they come back and hit you with full force. I need to be more elastic. We need to be able to move away form each other to a certain point and still be connected. What connects us anyway?
sue
Your voice tugs on the elasticity of my heart strings as they vibrate in my chest.
Hannah
AHHHHHHHH
Luke Christopher
The elastic band in her lovely auburn hair held tight as the man gripped her ponytail.
“Henry?” she whispered apprehensively.
Kelly
I was very estatic when Davey Havok of AFI hugged me. He is very handsome and I have so much admiration for him. I love him a lot and would really like to be with him one day, have him love me too…. but that’ll never happen. ): He’s amazing though!! :D Ily Davey!!!
Hope
Boing. Elastic is stretchy and the color of clay. It springs back to place. Plastic-y. Elastica. Sounds like a superhero person. With super stretchy arms and legs and limbs. Right? AM I right? Elastic@!!!!! Boing. Rubber glue what i say sticks to you!!!! Boing!!!
Jay
stretches
It can be bent to any shape.
it ties things
it can be extedned upto its limit.. it helps to put things in order.
oppos of plastic
what elseeee!!
galaxian
like a rubber band like not knowing but thinking about nothing that i cant remember and what was that again and here i am
kisgre
Mary glanced at her watch, ” I’m late,” she gasp. She knew if she was late again, there would be consequences. She ran towards the office, when a loud snap resounded in the air, her knicker elastic gave way as they fell around her ankles. “Bloody hell, what next?”
Helen
the last time the thought of any elastic popped into my head …it was a while ago and doesnt make mch of a stoy in this 60 secs
As if reality were elastic, Jensen felt the whole room elongate as the troops rushed out as fast as they had entered. Squeezing his eyes closed and then opening them didn’t change a thing, he was still shackled to the bed and there was still a skeleton shackled to the bed across the room.
I was horrified when I got home and realized that my jeans were so tight that I had to rush immediately into shorts with an elastic waistband to avoid spending my entire evening in agony. How in the world was I supposed to explain that to my mother, the ever weight conscious? Oh no, this was not good.
They make jeans with an elastic waistband, but I just can’t bring myself to buy them.
it wasn’t that stretching was beyond her, or her girdle was too tight or her mind too small it’s just she preferred things decided once and for all, it wasn’t that she was beyond imagining or she had no imagination but she thought it better that things once carved out were left alone,
otherwise she would have to leave her husband
sticky, stretchy
the inside of a rubber band
the mother in the movie the incredibles-> elastagirl. Her superpower is that she has the ability to stretch great lengths.
whenever I try to pull my hair back with an elastic it always breaks in my hands and leaves this tingly feeling.
Courtney
i really like elastic because they are so elastic that i can’t think very well and i am stressed of the time of this game or website and
fefi
sticky
something that brings two things together
always breaks in my hand when I use it to put my hair back
the bigger you make it the smaller it gets
stretchy
the woman in the incredibles->elastagirl
Courtney
The girl angrily grabbed a pair of scissors off of her bedroom desk and knifed right through her short’s waistband. Tomorrow, she thought to herself, throwing a sidelong glance at the standing mirror. Tomorrow I will start my diet.
Elasticity is when an object can be stretched and when it is let go of, it snaps back into it’s original form. One great example of elasticity is a rubber band. Another would be a balloon.
Jennifer
Elastic waist jorts is what I wore when I was pregnant this summer… from the big lady section at the Wal-Marts! It was a low point in my life for sure, but for $7 you really can’t get a more comfortable pair of pants… honestly, the Wal-Marts knows a thing or two about big bellies and their need for speed, I mean space!
i already wrote about elastic. i don’t have much more to say. in fact, when i first wrote about it i finished that in about 45 seconds, then i stared (starred??? i can never remember) the color purple got more purple. and now i will do the same.
elastic. hell, elastic is great. just the other summer a lady was selling these skirts that were far too large for my childlike frame, i asked if there were any other sizes, she said no, but then she just cut the elastic. elastic, the universal fabric.
Sarah Anderson
when i see the word elastic, i automatically think about superheroes. the very first image i had in my head was of Plasticman, with his weird funny white glasses. It also makes me think of rubber bands: changing, bending, adapting, but also breaking if pulled too hard. Elasticity… i HATED that word in college, was it really THAT important??
Pants. I never knew they were so important until now. Furthermore, I never knew it was so important that they FIT. But now, as I stood in front of the committee, I wanted nothing more than to be wearing my favorite pair of slacks. For this skirt was unflattering, as my legs were a man’s legs. But I am no man.
Grace
I am elastic. I stretch, I snap, I tie and i fold. When i reach my limit, i will snap backwards so fast that your hands, stinging red, ache for a day or two. I am elastic. I am here.
Maddie Brookouse
she pulled it, back and forth, between her fingers. thinking of how this simple, black, elastic hair band, means so much. how one day, at an eighth grade assembly, a girl she was in love with taught her how to tight a knot with a hair band. She’s gone, but the hair band remains.
belinda
I don’t want to be elastic. I want to firm, unmoving, unyielding. I only want to give in to myself and my wants and my needs. Your words will fall on deaf ears. They will hit my new wall and fall, only to be swept away with the autumn leaves.
Stretchy, Stretching to different lengths to please individuals who do not deserve shit. After all, most people spend their lives chasing after people who mean the world to them but who are in reality total douches.
Elastic. The pronunciation is similar to what the word represents. One can stretch the first two syllables out … eeeeee-laaaaaas. And then, the breaking point is reached and it snaps. TIC!
cheryl
its an elastic rubber band, bouncing back and forth. in front of my eyes. its taunting me. he shoots first and i shoot back, its like a game of tug of war we used to play when we were kids. except now its a tug of feelings. feeling of love and happiness and hearts. but i cant decide where its going to go now.
Lexi
I pull my rubber band tight around my wrist, twisting it till it hurts and I can remember “Finally!”
I forgot lemon juice at the store:/
Makes me think of flexibility. No, not yoga. Like, the open-minded sort of flexibility. a freedom I do not possess. I don’t want to be a bird, I want to be a stable rock in a slow current.
giving an taking can stretch with out braking
and keeps you from the mess making
anthony
A rubber band is elastic. Just like me. I can stretch my way with life. I can cope up with shortcomings and challenges. I bend but I never break. I am elastic. And I’m proud to be.
pants have elastic on them and make them easier to wear. elastic can go on many things to make it get bigger. Now elastic sounds like it means nothing and I can’t remember what it means. I have thought about elastic to much while sitting here trying to think of what to say.
Bethany
His heart was complicated; he loved life, but he hated living it. he loved people, but hated dealing with them. Constantly his emotions were on a roller coaster, like a blind search for something, some sort of purpose. His heart was torn between worlds, letting him run to the far reaches of his being, then snapping him back to square one like he was tied to an elastic band. He just wanted someone to calm his nerves, his stress, his unpredictable mood swings.
But that certain someone was being a serious douche, and that wasn’t helping much.
The bands that keep my too-long hair up. I hate having long hair…but some people are wishing for a small bit of it, so I grow it out, cut it, donate it for wigs. It’s definitely worth it….just sometimes hair get so annoying. One of the reason I wish I was a boy is cuz they don’t grow really long hair. My brother gets haircuts when it reaches his neck…I get haircuts when it reaches my waist.
people stretch. spmetomes it hurts. sometimes they come back and hit you with full force. I need to be more elastic. We need to be able to move away form each other to a certain point and still be connected. What connects us anyway?
Your voice tugs on the elasticity of my heart strings as they vibrate in my chest.
AHHHHHHHH
The elastic band in her lovely auburn hair held tight as the man gripped her ponytail.
“Henry?” she whispered apprehensively.
I was very estatic when Davey Havok of AFI hugged me. He is very handsome and I have so much admiration for him. I love him a lot and would really like to be with him one day, have him love me too…. but that’ll never happen. ): He’s amazing though!! :D Ily Davey!!!
Boing. Elastic is stretchy and the color of clay. It springs back to place. Plastic-y. Elastica. Sounds like a superhero person. With super stretchy arms and legs and limbs. Right? AM I right? Elastic@!!!!! Boing. Rubber glue what i say sticks to you!!!! Boing!!!
stretches
It can be bent to any shape.
it ties things
it can be extedned upto its limit.. it helps to put things in order.
oppos of plastic
what elseeee!!
like a rubber band like not knowing but thinking about nothing that i cant remember and what was that again and here i am
Mary glanced at her watch, ” I’m late,” she gasp. She knew if she was late again, there would be consequences. She ran towards the office, when a loud snap resounded in the air, her knicker elastic gave way as they fell around her ankles. “Bloody hell, what next?”
the last time the thought of any elastic popped into my head …it was a while ago and doesnt make mch of a stoy in this 60 secs
As if reality were elastic, Jensen felt the whole room elongate as the troops rushed out as fast as they had entered. Squeezing his eyes closed and then opening them didn’t change a thing, he was still shackled to the bed and there was still a skeleton shackled to the bed across the room.
The elastic in my shorts is wearing out.
I was horrified when I got home and realized that my jeans were so tight that I had to rush immediately into shorts with an elastic waistband to avoid spending my entire evening in agony. How in the world was I supposed to explain that to my mother, the ever weight conscious? Oh no, this was not good.
They make jeans with an elastic waistband, but I just can’t bring myself to buy them.
it wasn’t that stretching was beyond her, or her girdle was too tight or her mind too small it’s just she preferred things decided once and for all, it wasn’t that she was beyond imagining or she had no imagination but she thought it better that things once carved out were left alone,
otherwise she would have to leave her husband
sticky, stretchy
the inside of a rubber band
the mother in the movie the incredibles-> elastagirl. Her superpower is that she has the ability to stretch great lengths.
whenever I try to pull my hair back with an elastic it always breaks in my hands and leaves this tingly feeling.
i really like elastic because they are so elastic that i can’t think very well and i am stressed of the time of this game or website and
sticky
something that brings two things together
always breaks in my hand when I use it to put my hair back
the bigger you make it the smaller it gets
stretchy
the woman in the incredibles->elastagirl
The girl angrily grabbed a pair of scissors off of her bedroom desk and knifed right through her short’s waistband. Tomorrow, she thought to herself, throwing a sidelong glance at the standing mirror. Tomorrow I will start my diet.
Elasticity is when an object can be stretched and when it is let go of, it snaps back into it’s original form. One great example of elasticity is a rubber band. Another would be a balloon.
Elastic waist jorts is what I wore when I was pregnant this summer… from the big lady section at the Wal-Marts! It was a low point in my life for sure, but for $7 you really can’t get a more comfortable pair of pants… honestly, the Wal-Marts knows a thing or two about big bellies and their need for speed, I mean space!
i already wrote about elastic. i don’t have much more to say. in fact, when i first wrote about it i finished that in about 45 seconds, then i stared (starred??? i can never remember) the color purple got more purple. and now i will do the same.
I put on the elastic suite ready to fight crime! I am super….I am a hero……and I am a huge idiot for wearing elastic in 115 degree weather….
elastic. hell, elastic is great. just the other summer a lady was selling these skirts that were far too large for my childlike frame, i asked if there were any other sizes, she said no, but then she just cut the elastic. elastic, the universal fabric.
when i see the word elastic, i automatically think about superheroes. the very first image i had in my head was of Plasticman, with his weird funny white glasses. It also makes me think of rubber bands: changing, bending, adapting, but also breaking if pulled too hard. Elasticity… i HATED that word in college, was it really THAT important??
Pants. I never knew they were so important until now. Furthermore, I never knew it was so important that they FIT. But now, as I stood in front of the committee, I wanted nothing more than to be wearing my favorite pair of slacks. For this skirt was unflattering, as my legs were a man’s legs. But I am no man.
I am elastic. I stretch, I snap, I tie and i fold. When i reach my limit, i will snap backwards so fast that your hands, stinging red, ache for a day or two. I am elastic. I am here.
she pulled it, back and forth, between her fingers. thinking of how this simple, black, elastic hair band, means so much. how one day, at an eighth grade assembly, a girl she was in love with taught her how to tight a knot with a hair band. She’s gone, but the hair band remains.
I don’t want to be elastic. I want to firm, unmoving, unyielding. I only want to give in to myself and my wants and my needs. Your words will fall on deaf ears. They will hit my new wall and fall, only to be swept away with the autumn leaves.
Stretchy, Stretching to different lengths to please individuals who do not deserve shit. After all, most people spend their lives chasing after people who mean the world to them but who are in reality total douches.
Elastic. The pronunciation is similar to what the word represents. One can stretch the first two syllables out … eeeeee-laaaaaas. And then, the breaking point is reached and it snaps. TIC!
its an elastic rubber band, bouncing back and forth. in front of my eyes. its taunting me. he shoots first and i shoot back, its like a game of tug of war we used to play when we were kids. except now its a tug of feelings. feeling of love and happiness and hearts. but i cant decide where its going to go now.
I pull my rubber band tight around my wrist, twisting it till it hurts and I can remember “Finally!”
I forgot lemon juice at the store:/
Jump and giggle and giggle. Her red sneakers squeaked on the gym floor while everyone laughed. No, kidding–she stretched and so did her smile.
Makes me think of flexibility. No, not yoga. Like, the open-minded sort of flexibility. a freedom I do not possess. I don’t want to be a bird, I want to be a stable rock in a slow current.
giving an taking can stretch with out braking
and keeps you from the mess making
A rubber band is elastic. Just like me. I can stretch my way with life. I can cope up with shortcomings and challenges. I bend but I never break. I am elastic. And I’m proud to be.
One time back in the day my brother and I were playing with a bungee chord. We both took an end and stretched it as far as possible… He let go.
That day ended in a trip to the ER.
The elastic in my sock popped as I pulled it on, so now it was sagging down my heel and pretty soon to the arch of my foot. What a lovely day so far.
pants have elastic on them and make them easier to wear. elastic can go on many things to make it get bigger. Now elastic sounds like it means nothing and I can’t remember what it means. I have thought about elastic to much while sitting here trying to think of what to say.
His heart was complicated; he loved life, but he hated living it. he loved people, but hated dealing with them. Constantly his emotions were on a roller coaster, like a blind search for something, some sort of purpose. His heart was torn between worlds, letting him run to the far reaches of his being, then snapping him back to square one like he was tied to an elastic band. He just wanted someone to calm his nerves, his stress, his unpredictable mood swings.
But that certain someone was being a serious douche, and that wasn’t helping much.
The bands that keep my too-long hair up. I hate having long hair…but some people are wishing for a small bit of it, so I grow it out, cut it, donate it for wigs. It’s definitely worth it….just sometimes hair get so annoying. One of the reason I wish I was a boy is cuz they don’t grow really long hair. My brother gets haircuts when it reaches his neck…I get haircuts when it reaches my waist.