so i poured the hot water in . Nvere had any great expectations about tea, but i bought that lapsang souchong ujust in order to get some of its smell around the house. So fat, i wanted the rain to keep tingling on the tin top, but since i moved away from the cabin, co
Daniel
The kettle lets out a few puffs of steam. Blowing , whistling a tune I know so well. Gently reminding me that it is time to pour the hot water into my cup and make myself a cup of coffee to start my day. Such a simple event that I enjoy everyday !
It was cold this evening. She put the tea on and while it boiled, she watched television. The show was on again–the one with the man who tried to guess which home would be robbed next. He was almost always right. At times, she wondered if it was all staged.
She got her first kitten when she was six years old. Her fingers slid over his glossy fur coat and it felt diving–like warm silk over a living, breathing thing. She saw his eyes–one blue, one green–look up at her. They were filled with a mystery, a longing, and she knew she loved him and he her.
Staring bleakly into the dark and cold night, Tom stirred hid meager fillings inside the black and dented kettle. The room was in ruins, as was usual, and this instrument was the nicest thing he owned.
When I got the sandwich, it came with a bag of kettle chips and a pickle. Sure, I could have turned down the chips and maintained my health-food kick, but what fun is that?
A place for dogs to stay when their owners are away.
Sabrina
The pot calling the kettle black? Yeah right. The pot’s just snobby because it has ‘more uses’… I’ll have you know the kettle can boil water. And boiled water is important. It was a huge medical discovery which led to many more people surviving illnesses and such.
The pot can cook different foods… So can some pieces of wood and some grass.
Kettles are the overlooked tool of clique writing.
you use it to boil water so you can make a drink called tea or coffee, you can use it to boil water for making dinner for example pasta. It only takes a minute to boil the water and it is very usefull
F Moran
whistle for me, darling.
i won’t be alarmed when
hear that enchanting call-
you’ll let me know that
that this day will flow
& the sunrise surely
has a reason for glowing.
You set the kettle on the table. And tell me, It’s Over. You pour yourself a cup of tea, and then you leave. Leaving me with hot water, and a broken heart.
Jae
Kettle, reminds me of days spent up at the stable with my mother when I was little. Boiling the water to make tea for her and the other ladies, as well as a hot chocolate for myself. days spent alone with the horses, perfectly content with life.
The kettle steamed above the stove with a mix of theanine and cannabis.
shashank
If I was a kettle
I would want to be mettle
’cause if I was wood
I’d not do what I should
Ramona
My dad always asks for tea. Well he always did. I hated making it for him, but now I miss it terribly.
Tina
she lay down on the sofa, drawing the blanket tightly around her. but she still shook. her eyes focused on the fireplace, the flames jumping at the grate, the kettle gleaming. she shook her head, as if that would erase the memory of him. the fallen, the one who didnt deserve to die. his photo decorated the mantle, and he smiled down on her, but she could only weep. “only the good die young,” she whispered. RIP
a kettle is somewhat useless to me. i dont care about it. sure i can see it in common placfes like houses or wherever but i dont know how it’s used so i sort of render it as useless. kettle, it sort of sounds like it should be in a cartoon or something. who would name a thing a kettle? it actually sounds like a blemish that you would have on your skin.
Patrick Rojas
The cold black kettle didn’t shiver as I picked it up. It sat there silently, not heating, not breathing, not quivering with steam. It was as though my touch, the heat bubbling underneath had no affect and it burnt my ego with it’s cool surface. I think that was the moment I truly broke. The moment I realized that my life had accumulated to nothing but a kettle that wouldn’t heat. I was nothing.
Sarah Trevarton
Insults are everywhere.
….
What did you call me?!
billy
yes kettle, its high that we settle this my love. I can take it any longer.
Noel
The kettle stood firm over the fire, water bubbling inside, steam shooting through its spout like a geyser, arching for a whistle.
gino
this is the pot calling the kettle black. Of course the pot is also pregnant and hormonal, so of course the pot will fly off the handle… what the fuck is the kettle’s excuse? huh?
It was plain and grey. It was dusty, and filled with droppings from unknown creatures. It had been in that corner for a few years and I just noticed it.
writer
The tea kettle was smoothly steaming away on the stove as my grandmother was quietly reading her bible and I was trying to endure this scenery. The gas particles were clattering about inside which made a somewhat soothing noise against the hard pounding drops of rain against our windowpane.
Em
I thought about it, but didn’t follow through. It seemed to be the case these days. I wanted to and even planned it out, placing the accouterments out on the table like so.
ryan
It boiled and hissed on top of the stove, overfilled so it spat and sizzled on the glass top, onto the pot next to it. And then, the song, that piercing whistle that goes through my spine.
She watched the steam rise from the invisible crater with awe. She had never seen anything like it before. The villagers around her gazed at the smoky mass hovering over them with in a vague stupor. Nobody had realized that the mountain had actually been a volcano.
You’re boiling and you’re about to overload, explode, implode, anything but calm down. I can’t wait for you to grow out of this. You’re like an impossible 2 year old. The kind you babysit and get paid extra for. But no one is paying me to deal with you. I get nothing- not even self gratification- to put up with your immaturity. Grow the eff up and stop calling me black!
“come home, kettle ‘s on” she said as he was walking by in 7th avenue.
George
kettle. i talked to alex about kettles today. i need an electric one for the dorm. we both love the word. personally, i just love kettles. i love the name, and i love the function. my kettle is a dear old friend, and it feels so odd to be moving on without him to heat up my water.
Mother boiled the kettle at 1am, we were still awake and chatting about family matters and our past, when us kids were young and playing in the paddocks and climbing the willow trees.
caroline
It’s like when I saw the first HP movie and there was Hagrid in his little cabin cooking tea for harry and ron and hermione and making those god-awful biscuits that were hard as rocks. Rock-cakes, that’s what they called
polo
I went to a Korean store today for the first time in a long time, and saw many types of kettles (you know, Asians can design things into cool, cute, weird, creative things). I then thought about investing in a tea kettle sometime; not much to pay for considering the zen that comes from the millennia-old tradition of Tea.
I love kettlecorn! Sweet, salty, simple to pop in your mouth on a warm day at the boardwalk–it’s a wonderful comfort food and a snack that reminds me of summer days.
so i poured the hot water in . Nvere had any great expectations about tea, but i bought that lapsang souchong ujust in order to get some of its smell around the house. So fat, i wanted the rain to keep tingling on the tin top, but since i moved away from the cabin, co
The kettle lets out a few puffs of steam. Blowing , whistling a tune I know so well. Gently reminding me that it is time to pour the hot water into my cup and make myself a cup of coffee to start my day. Such a simple event that I enjoy everyday !
Pop goes the whistle? Nope. That screech I hear is just the water for my morning coffee. Noisy and annoying, I know. But comforting.
It was cold this evening. She put the tea on and while it boiled, she watched television. The show was on again–the one with the man who tried to guess which home would be robbed next. He was almost always right. At times, she wondered if it was all staged.
She got her first kitten when she was six years old. Her fingers slid over his glossy fur coat and it felt diving–like warm silk over a living, breathing thing. She saw his eyes–one blue, one green–look up at her. They were filled with a mystery, a longing, and she knew she loved him and he her.
Staring bleakly into the dark and cold night, Tom stirred hid meager fillings inside the black and dented kettle. The room was in ruins, as was usual, and this instrument was the nicest thing he owned.
you are the smoke rings
gently waft as i blow
here for a moment
then you’re gone
still for a moment
then move on
into other forms
and other phases
dissolved from sight
tracelessly faded
When I got the sandwich, it came with a bag of kettle chips and a pickle. Sure, I could have turned down the chips and maintained my health-food kick, but what fun is that?
A place for dogs to stay when their owners are away.
The pot calling the kettle black? Yeah right. The pot’s just snobby because it has ‘more uses’… I’ll have you know the kettle can boil water. And boiled water is important. It was a huge medical discovery which led to many more people surviving illnesses and such.
The pot can cook different foods… So can some pieces of wood and some grass.
Kettles are the overlooked tool of clique writing.
tribes combined over one glorious, glowing fire.
you use it to boil water so you can make a drink called tea or coffee, you can use it to boil water for making dinner for example pasta. It only takes a minute to boil the water and it is very usefull
whistle for me, darling.
i won’t be alarmed when
hear that enchanting call-
you’ll let me know that
that this day will flow
& the sunrise surely
has a reason for glowing.
You set the kettle on the table. And tell me, It’s Over. You pour yourself a cup of tea, and then you leave. Leaving me with hot water, and a broken heart.
Kettle, reminds me of days spent up at the stable with my mother when I was little. Boiling the water to make tea for her and the other ladies, as well as a hot chocolate for myself. days spent alone with the horses, perfectly content with life.
The kettle steamed above the stove with a mix of theanine and cannabis.
If I was a kettle
I would want to be mettle
’cause if I was wood
I’d not do what I should
My dad always asks for tea. Well he always did. I hated making it for him, but now I miss it terribly.
she lay down on the sofa, drawing the blanket tightly around her. but she still shook. her eyes focused on the fireplace, the flames jumping at the grate, the kettle gleaming. she shook her head, as if that would erase the memory of him. the fallen, the one who didnt deserve to die. his photo decorated the mantle, and he smiled down on her, but she could only weep. “only the good die young,” she whispered. RIP
a kettle is somewhat useless to me. i dont care about it. sure i can see it in common placfes like houses or wherever but i dont know how it’s used so i sort of render it as useless. kettle, it sort of sounds like it should be in a cartoon or something. who would name a thing a kettle? it actually sounds like a blemish that you would have on your skin.
The cold black kettle didn’t shiver as I picked it up. It sat there silently, not heating, not breathing, not quivering with steam. It was as though my touch, the heat bubbling underneath had no affect and it burnt my ego with it’s cool surface. I think that was the moment I truly broke. The moment I realized that my life had accumulated to nothing but a kettle that wouldn’t heat. I was nothing.
Insults are everywhere.
….
What did you call me?!
yes kettle, its high that we settle this my love. I can take it any longer.
The kettle stood firm over the fire, water bubbling inside, steam shooting through its spout like a geyser, arching for a whistle.
this is the pot calling the kettle black. Of course the pot is also pregnant and hormonal, so of course the pot will fly off the handle… what the fuck is the kettle’s excuse? huh?
It was plain and grey. It was dusty, and filled with droppings from unknown creatures. It had been in that corner for a few years and I just noticed it.
The tea kettle was smoothly steaming away on the stove as my grandmother was quietly reading her bible and I was trying to endure this scenery. The gas particles were clattering about inside which made a somewhat soothing noise against the hard pounding drops of rain against our windowpane.
I thought about it, but didn’t follow through. It seemed to be the case these days. I wanted to and even planned it out, placing the accouterments out on the table like so.
It boiled and hissed on top of the stove, overfilled so it spat and sizzled on the glass top, onto the pot next to it. And then, the song, that piercing whistle that goes through my spine.
She watched the steam rise from the invisible crater with awe. She had never seen anything like it before. The villagers around her gazed at the smoky mass hovering over them with in a vague stupor. Nobody had realized that the mountain had actually been a volcano.
burn baby burn
You’re boiling and you’re about to overload, explode, implode, anything but calm down. I can’t wait for you to grow out of this. You’re like an impossible 2 year old. The kind you babysit and get paid extra for. But no one is paying me to deal with you. I get nothing- not even self gratification- to put up with your immaturity. Grow the eff up and stop calling me black!
Sincerely,
The Pot.
“come home, kettle ‘s on” she said as he was walking by in 7th avenue.
kettle. i talked to alex about kettles today. i need an electric one for the dorm. we both love the word. personally, i just love kettles. i love the name, and i love the function. my kettle is a dear old friend, and it feels so odd to be moving on without him to heat up my water.
container for holding water
Mother boiled the kettle at 1am, we were still awake and chatting about family matters and our past, when us kids were young and playing in the paddocks and climbing the willow trees.
It’s like when I saw the first HP movie and there was Hagrid in his little cabin cooking tea for harry and ron and hermione and making those god-awful biscuits that were hard as rocks. Rock-cakes, that’s what they called
I went to a Korean store today for the first time in a long time, and saw many types of kettles (you know, Asians can design things into cool, cute, weird, creative things). I then thought about investing in a tea kettle sometime; not much to pay for considering the zen that comes from the millennia-old tradition of Tea.
I love kettlecorn! Sweet, salty, simple to pop in your mouth on a warm day at the boardwalk–it’s a wonderful comfort food and a snack that reminds me of summer days.
Sweet smoke rolling from that open fire. Flannel, old time music, banjos & fiddles. Between it all, sits a kettle, holding that elixer of life.