She sat at the end of the pier waiting for the lights to flicker on behind her. The darkness was suffocating. One, two, three, four- she counted. A night alone in the country dark- it was unlike another other blackness. The generator hummed and then kicked into gear, the radio started singing something from the sixties and then back lit she was- saved from the pitch dark.
The generator spurted out of life. Glints of eyes stared back at him in fear. Darkness consumed them. He felt frantically for a lighter, match, phone, anything that would provide vision again. Nothing.
The generator of my pain is you.
It has always been you and will always be you because you have never realized how the things you say make me feel.
You care about your pretty girlfriend and your fast car: about how much money you make a year. About how I disappoint you because I’m not athletic.
You never seem to care at all about being my dad.
He left cones of work
pinched in the folds of metal
like secrets between rose petals;
couldn’t keep his fingers,
keep his cool in the presence
of energy unravelling in threads
thin as white lies.
Generate ideas with your own mind. Be the generator of the world. Don’t passively sit back and listen to the great of the world. Go out and do something. Make something. Generate ideas. Solve problems. Generate. Generate. Generate. Go. Do.
Taylor
a generator can do lots of different thjings. if the power goes off then you can usea genertor as back up power so shop and other electrical equipment can run and service their customers. They can also be used
leonie stephenson
“what it comes down to is a difference of opinion. now we could move to texas or utah or somewhere out of the states entirely but the more i look into it the more it looks like oregon is THE best state to live in. amazing state parks, mild weather, progressive politics, interesting people, and good beer and wine. but we already live here and we’ve seen quite a bit of it over the last six years so i’m not sure how worth it it really is to stay. i mean it’s best to travel while we’re young and we can always come back later,” george explained to daniel.
it was still bright out and they were sitting over their afternoon chai tea discussing the future. daniel had heard this talk before and wasn’t sure why george kept repeating it. some people plan life because they know how bad it can be and some people plan life because they know how good it can be. george knew the good side, daniel didn’t care either way.
You give me energy with your
lighthouse eyes
send sparks like a livewire
into my life
I don’t miss you anymore,
but I don’t miss you anyless
Since you strode through the door
my hearts been a mess
I needed you here, can’t you see
to live beside me in a house of cards
we’d built from grief
But you stepped across the yard
and into the car
And deserted me here
to be contempt with my loneliness
A random name generator, clicked on with a mouse covered in mustard from fingers that just ate a rattlesnake sausage. Not kidding. No joke. I find Remus Archibald Thunder. Thunder is a last name? You learn something new every day.
The outline for my fantasy epic lies out in front of me like a dissected frog. The guts and entrails all spilling out in compact Times New Roman font. This whole process is going to end up killing me some day. Literally, not figuratively.
Belinda Roddie
Being The Generator was hard. Everyone always looked to you if something went wrong, and it always did. It was the way things went. The lights flickered? What’s wrong with the generator? Oh, the microwave died? Must be something wrong with the generator. It got so hard to be the one that everyone came to. Eventually I just gave up the ghost. Left the world in a cloud of foul smelling, dark smoke. And good riddance, too.
I shivered.
the icicles quivered.
It had been a long 6 days
with no power; in the haze
i wanted heat.
But we had been beat,
by every other family
getting a generator
because of the storm.
carly
Flickering, the lights announced the impending death of the generator. Mike and Elysa had no idea what they would do once the power was gone. At least they had their down coats.
Why do you hang on to the generators of all of your ex-lover’s?
Abandon the path you have made with your sinking ship
There is nothing more you will discover
Hand me your coffee and I will take one last sip
I stormed into the room. Flicked the light switch on, and gazed into the eyes of a family of mice. Snarled. They ran. Then I ran and slammed the generator on. Fans whirred, more lights flickered and I heard a groan behind me. Claws extended, I turned.
The generator droned on and on. I hated the sound. It seeped into my dreams at night, my thoughts during the day and everything in between.
Still, it was nice to have. It was a symbol of progress. It represented hope that maybe, one day, things would be normal again.
Oliver
The generator hummed and made its signature whirring sound. This was the sound of safety, adventure and a thousand other things she could name.
Someone who generates enthusiasm. Also could be a machine that creates electricity for use when the power is out or you are somewhere that there is no power.
Sherry Sutterby
Sophie held the baby in one arm, while the other was outstretched towards the Baby Name Generator. Steve put his hand over hers and they pulled the lever won like a coin slot machine. The sound of gears turning hushed everyone in the delivery room. The red light on the top of the machine blinked thrice, and the blank screen suddenly blared in mute yellow: “Stacy.” The couple was baffled. “But our child is a boy!”
Bring forth power, energy, process, submit and aid
Wendy
Gavvie was snooping around for the generator with their only flashlight while Erika lit candles and distributed them about the living room. Patrie and Markus were giggling at each other over some inside joke you’d have to be in primary school to think was funny, not bickering for once. When she lit the last wick Erika snuggled up on the couch with them, watching the lightning split the sky out the window and half-wishing they could have power cuts more often.
The lights went out. Everything plunged into darkness.. After a storm like this knocks everything out, we can only hope the old generator in back is still in good working order. The scary part, is going outside to find out…
The generator just went out, there was no other source of power throughout the whole city. Jim and Erick couldn’t conjure up another plan like this one. The gates broke loose, the electric tower fell, and the only thing left between the gyrds and us was nothing but thick, smokey, darkness.
The generator is so old I think we need to get a new one. How much are they? When we bought this one back in 1900 they were cheap. Now I have no idea what one costs.
Generatoren können alles mögliche generieren. Strom und Zufallswörter, Zahlen und Pudding, Generationen und Generatorengeneratoren. Telefongespräche wären vermutlich zu komplex für einen Generator. Milch würden sie hinkriegen. Die besteht ja auch nur aus Atomen.
Some words you like, some you don’t. “Generator” is a pretty sucky word.
lynn nightengale
I want to be a generator of kindness. How schmaltzy is that? When I was a teenager, a friend told me she wanted to be kind when she was an adult, and I thought that was so admirable, but probably out of my reach. Now I know it is to out of anybody’s reach!
Carol Bailey Floyd
A generator can be a part of an electrical system, or it can be something that starts people talking about things, or feeling things. I like to generate good feelings in other people.
The old generator in the corner grumbled as I turned it on. It was always grumbling, but I counted it as a win if it worked, even if it was a noisy, cantankerous thing. One day, it would stop grumbling, and I would be in trouble.
The lights went out. Darkness. She froze. There was no sound but the pounding of her heart. Then clunk. She jumped. What was that. Who was that. Was it him? Had he found her after all this time. Another clunk. She edged closer to the door. If it was him she would be ready for him. If she was close to the door maybe she could slip past him and run. Run as fast as she could. Clunk. It was getting louder. It was getting louder, wasn’t it? Louder. And closer? Clunk. Her heart was straining in her chest. She had to get out. Clunk, clunk, clunk then…a different noise. A whirring sound. The generator. It was the generator all along. How could she have been so stupid. Of course he hadn’t found her. She’d been so careful. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the door. She pulled it open, almost laughing at herself. And then she saw him. Her scream drowning out the sound of the generator as it came to life.
Do you also ask questions here? Like.. how can floppybellie write sooo fast!?!
Or do I just have to say generator again? Generator. blah, blah.
General George Custer
John stood, pinned into the corner of the lift with nowhere to go, as his best friend and flat-mate closed in on him with a devilish expression on his face (which John could barely even see in the dim emergency lighting). “Um, Sherlock…” John pressed his palms flat against the walls, as though searching (in vain) for somewhere to escape to. His pulse raced, and the small space in which they were enclosed seemed to become even smaller by the second.
Sherlock inched in closer, his gaze shifting toward John’s left hand as he reached for it, gently tugging John away from the wall and into his arms. He wrapped his short friend in a tight hug and murmured into his hair, “Don’t worry, John. Not it you don’t want to.”
John separated himself slightly to look up at Sherlock, gaining a very unflattering view up his nostrils, and smiled in spite of himself. He was about to lean in to continue Sherlock’s train of thought, just as the generators finally kicked in and sent their lift back on its route to the ground floor. Just in time, the two separated to keep up an appearance of decency before the doors opened to admit them to the lobby.
generator is one of those words where if i hear it i know vaguely what the person is talking about and know to some extent what a generator is and does but if i were to explain it, i really would not know how to describe it at all. im glad this was the word today because it makes you realize there are probably a lot of words (objects) like that.
She sat at the end of the pier waiting for the lights to flicker on behind her. The darkness was suffocating. One, two, three, four- she counted. A night alone in the country dark- it was unlike another other blackness. The generator hummed and then kicked into gear, the radio started singing something from the sixties and then back lit she was- saved from the pitch dark.
The generator spurted out of life. Glints of eyes stared back at him in fear. Darkness consumed them. He felt frantically for a lighter, match, phone, anything that would provide vision again. Nothing.
The generator of my pain is you.
It has always been you and will always be you because you have never realized how the things you say make me feel.
You care about your pretty girlfriend and your fast car: about how much money you make a year. About how I disappoint you because I’m not athletic.
You never seem to care at all about being my dad.
He left cones of work
pinched in the folds of metal
like secrets between rose petals;
couldn’t keep his fingers,
keep his cool in the presence
of energy unravelling in threads
thin as white lies.
This is gonna be fun
Generate ideas with your own mind. Be the generator of the world. Don’t passively sit back and listen to the great of the world. Go out and do something. Make something. Generate ideas. Solve problems. Generate. Generate. Generate. Go. Do.
a generator can do lots of different thjings. if the power goes off then you can usea genertor as back up power so shop and other electrical equipment can run and service their customers. They can also be used
“what it comes down to is a difference of opinion. now we could move to texas or utah or somewhere out of the states entirely but the more i look into it the more it looks like oregon is THE best state to live in. amazing state parks, mild weather, progressive politics, interesting people, and good beer and wine. but we already live here and we’ve seen quite a bit of it over the last six years so i’m not sure how worth it it really is to stay. i mean it’s best to travel while we’re young and we can always come back later,” george explained to daniel.
it was still bright out and they were sitting over their afternoon chai tea discussing the future. daniel had heard this talk before and wasn’t sure why george kept repeating it. some people plan life because they know how bad it can be and some people plan life because they know how good it can be. george knew the good side, daniel didn’t care either way.
You give me energy with your
lighthouse eyes
send sparks like a livewire
into my life
I don’t miss you anymore,
but I don’t miss you anyless
Since you strode through the door
my hearts been a mess
I needed you here, can’t you see
to live beside me in a house of cards
we’d built from grief
But you stepped across the yard
and into the car
And deserted me here
to be contempt with my loneliness
A random name generator, clicked on with a mouse covered in mustard from fingers that just ate a rattlesnake sausage. Not kidding. No joke. I find Remus Archibald Thunder. Thunder is a last name? You learn something new every day.
The outline for my fantasy epic lies out in front of me like a dissected frog. The guts and entrails all spilling out in compact Times New Roman font. This whole process is going to end up killing me some day. Literally, not figuratively.
Being The Generator was hard. Everyone always looked to you if something went wrong, and it always did. It was the way things went. The lights flickered? What’s wrong with the generator? Oh, the microwave died? Must be something wrong with the generator. It got so hard to be the one that everyone came to. Eventually I just gave up the ghost. Left the world in a cloud of foul smelling, dark smoke. And good riddance, too.
I shivered.
the icicles quivered.
It had been a long 6 days
with no power; in the haze
i wanted heat.
But we had been beat,
by every other family
getting a generator
because of the storm.
Flickering, the lights announced the impending death of the generator. Mike and Elysa had no idea what they would do once the power was gone. At least they had their down coats.
Why do you hang on to the generators of all of your ex-lover’s?
Abandon the path you have made with your sinking ship
There is nothing more you will discover
Hand me your coffee and I will take one last sip
I stormed into the room. Flicked the light switch on, and gazed into the eyes of a family of mice. Snarled. They ran. Then I ran and slammed the generator on. Fans whirred, more lights flickered and I heard a groan behind me. Claws extended, I turned.
Like lightening
but even more
your love
keeps me going
through all things
you
The generator droned on and on. I hated the sound. It seeped into my dreams at night, my thoughts during the day and everything in between.
Still, it was nice to have. It was a symbol of progress. It represented hope that maybe, one day, things would be normal again.
The generator hummed and made its signature whirring sound. This was the sound of safety, adventure and a thousand other things she could name.
Someone who generates enthusiasm. Also could be a machine that creates electricity for use when the power is out or you are somewhere that there is no power.
Sophie held the baby in one arm, while the other was outstretched towards the Baby Name Generator. Steve put his hand over hers and they pulled the lever won like a coin slot machine. The sound of gears turning hushed everyone in the delivery room. The red light on the top of the machine blinked thrice, and the blank screen suddenly blared in mute yellow: “Stacy.” The couple was baffled. “But our child is a boy!”
Bring forth power, energy, process, submit and aid
Gavvie was snooping around for the generator with their only flashlight while Erika lit candles and distributed them about the living room. Patrie and Markus were giggling at each other over some inside joke you’d have to be in primary school to think was funny, not bickering for once. When she lit the last wick Erika snuggled up on the couch with them, watching the lightning split the sky out the window and half-wishing they could have power cuts more often.
The lights went out. Everything plunged into darkness.. After a storm like this knocks everything out, we can only hope the old generator in back is still in good working order. The scary part, is going outside to find out…
The generator just went out, there was no other source of power throughout the whole city. Jim and Erick couldn’t conjure up another plan like this one. The gates broke loose, the electric tower fell, and the only thing left between the gyrds and us was nothing but thick, smokey, darkness.
Generators of generosity give good gifts.
The generator is so old I think we need to get a new one. How much are they? When we bought this one back in 1900 they were cheap. Now I have no idea what one costs.
Generatoren können alles mögliche generieren. Strom und Zufallswörter, Zahlen und Pudding, Generationen und Generatorengeneratoren. Telefongespräche wären vermutlich zu komplex für einen Generator. Milch würden sie hinkriegen. Die besteht ja auch nur aus Atomen.
Some words you like, some you don’t. “Generator” is a pretty sucky word.
I want to be a generator of kindness. How schmaltzy is that? When I was a teenager, a friend told me she wanted to be kind when she was an adult, and I thought that was so admirable, but probably out of my reach. Now I know it is to out of anybody’s reach!
A generator can be a part of an electrical system, or it can be something that starts people talking about things, or feeling things. I like to generate good feelings in other people.
The old generator in the corner grumbled as I turned it on. It was always grumbling, but I counted it as a win if it worked, even if it was a noisy, cantankerous thing. One day, it would stop grumbling, and I would be in trouble.
The lights went out. Darkness. She froze. There was no sound but the pounding of her heart. Then clunk. She jumped. What was that. Who was that. Was it him? Had he found her after all this time. Another clunk. She edged closer to the door. If it was him she would be ready for him. If she was close to the door maybe she could slip past him and run. Run as fast as she could. Clunk. It was getting louder. It was getting louder, wasn’t it? Louder. And closer? Clunk. Her heart was straining in her chest. She had to get out. Clunk, clunk, clunk then…a different noise. A whirring sound. The generator. It was the generator all along. How could she have been so stupid. Of course he hadn’t found her. She’d been so careful. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the door. She pulled it open, almost laughing at herself. And then she saw him. Her scream drowning out the sound of the generator as it came to life.
I kicked at the generator. It clunked, sputtered one last time, and then died.
My heart pulses in my chest, forcefully and painfully because of you and your gentle eyes. Only inches too far away and far too uncertain.
Do you also ask questions here? Like.. how can floppybellie write sooo fast!?!
Or do I just have to say generator again? Generator. blah, blah.
John stood, pinned into the corner of the lift with nowhere to go, as his best friend and flat-mate closed in on him with a devilish expression on his face (which John could barely even see in the dim emergency lighting). “Um, Sherlock…” John pressed his palms flat against the walls, as though searching (in vain) for somewhere to escape to. His pulse raced, and the small space in which they were enclosed seemed to become even smaller by the second.
Sherlock inched in closer, his gaze shifting toward John’s left hand as he reached for it, gently tugging John away from the wall and into his arms. He wrapped his short friend in a tight hug and murmured into his hair, “Don’t worry, John. Not it you don’t want to.”
John separated himself slightly to look up at Sherlock, gaining a very unflattering view up his nostrils, and smiled in spite of himself. He was about to lean in to continue Sherlock’s train of thought, just as the generators finally kicked in and sent their lift back on its route to the ground floor. Just in time, the two separated to keep up an appearance of decency before the doors opened to admit them to the lobby.
generator is one of those words where if i hear it i know vaguely what the person is talking about and know to some extent what a generator is and does but if i were to explain it, i really would not know how to describe it at all. im glad this was the word today because it makes you realize there are probably a lot of words (objects) like that.
Have you heard the CD “Big Generator” by Yes? It’s got some decent tunes on it.
Not their best, by far. Decent though.
without it there’s no electricity and without electricity there’s no TV or Internet or electric toothbrushes or should that be teethbrushes?
To bring forth ideas, power, a new vision. Teachers and power-plants = energy