I would rather not have to use keys- a world of a little more trust and a little less paranoia… but as we live in the 21st century and drive cars and expect be productive- this is what we get whales and daisies
Eva Cloud
A keychain is supposed to have keys on it, right? So why don’t I see any keys on yours?
I guess you’re not old enough yet to have a car or a house of your own, sage-girl… not that kind of freedom. I don’t have that either. But still you jingle your empty keychain proudly.
Maybe you like having something to hold onto.
Keeps something there
it can be lost
or forgotten
or broken.
On it’s own
it achieves little
but paired with
its partner
the key
it opens
a whole other world.
Ellie
It stared at me from the corner, beckoning me over. The smell of sea salt pressed against my nostrils and kept me going closer. It wanted me to keep it with me, somehow, to carry it with me so every time I opened the door to my apartment, I would smell the same smells, feel the air, and feel like I lived in paradise.
I picked it up and tossed it around in my hand. I smiled, knowing I would never leave.
Stefan
I never carried keychains around on my backpack when I was schoolgirl. I always thought keychains were cool because the popular girls would attach them to their backpacks, and they would clink and clack as they bounced up and down on the bags, but I suppose I never thought I was cool enough to be apart of the unspoken, keychain club.
sophia
I held my keychain tightly in my hand.
Several keys there lie
One for my home
One for my car
One for my bike
But not one for my heart.
Kathryn
i’d love for you to put me on your keychain, and carry me wherever you go. i’d sing along with you to the radio in your car. i’d be your copilot on this winding journey we call life.
sara
I don’t have a keychain. I have this thing made of string that was thrown together in art class lmost year go and its alling apart. I really do not like eychains becasue I can never get the keys on them and I get frustrated.
Jerri
my key chain is pretty significant to me. it has an emblem of my sorority Gamma Phi Beta on it. i spend most of my time with the girls of this house and thus having it on my key chain is i guess a sign of who i am. it is a part of my identity.
shafinaaz kamrul
I like keychains. They’re kind of useless to me, seeing as I don’t drive. I always find the perfect little junk-tourist keychains and then have absolutely nothing to do with them. Because keychains need keys. And we don’t lock my house except at night, and we keep a spare key in the butter churner next to our door anyways.
key chains are cute. they help us in keeping our keys ready to use
they help them not to get lost they come in different shapes and sized and colours and they are good collectables . key chains are useful and have a nice touch to the boring and monotonous key.
namita
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key. Oops, plagiarism, sorry, had a blank moment there!
creative, backpack, accessory, peace, nostalgic, elementary school, car keys, fun, playful, beaded, Tiffanys, heart, and presents!
Nicole
i had a keychain once. it was blue. and green. and in the shape of a heart. i love that keyring and it loved me. we went everywhere together. i must say, it was my best friend. one day, my keyring disappeared. i never saw it again. and i cried for 3 days.
Sophie
KEYCHAIN:we must divide the religious by the scientific and use the atheist model
dann
my keychain has a hanah montana dogtag and a sprint bottle opener
Zach
As he lay there, on the dusty, littered floor, I swung my keychain round in circles, cutting swift and smooth circles through the air. WHACK. I brought the keychain briskly down onto his bloody head.
sipke
on my keychain I have got keys..
chite a lot actually…
sometimes I imagine it to be the cain of my life
and the keys are the people I’ve met so far.
Sometimes I lose a key.
And other times I get a new one.
That’s life…
keychains are pretty hand because you can put your keys on them. Keys can tell you a lot about a person where they are going where they have been and what things they like to get into. But a keychain itself can tell you so much like what they hold dear to them.
half of a bestfriend charm. something you state an opinion with. it tells a little bit about you without someone ever meeting you. :) i like keychains.
Allison
I had a keychain collection once. It was huge. I added to it whenever I went somewhere… I never used it, I just had it. Then one day, it just went away. I don’t have it anymore… I don’t have any of the keychains that I once bought and jammed into a long run of keychains. Why does that happen…? Where did said Keychain Chain go?
"M"
There once was a little pink keychain. It liked to hang out it my pocket. One day I pulled it out and the lanyard broke. Now It had to be replaced.
A keychain. That’s all it was. Just a simple keychain that my mother had given me for my birthday. A little pointe shoe. Dangling from my keys. It was the one gift my mother had bought me my whole life. And it meant everything to me.
Aerial
Once i made a key chain. It had my keys, library cards, and dorm keys. Its pretty boring but I wish I had more stuff on it. Or an awesome lanyard or something.
Andi Morago
one very important thing in a day to day life, keeps you aware of the way to get in your house
Deepak Tomar
Keychains. Those fancy little things that seem so insignificant but say so much about a person. Commonly overlooked, these are actually quite valuable pieces of information.
MLR
i have many keychains, mos of them have phrases on them. they’re either sparkly, fancy colors, cool designs, nice phrases, meaningful shapes, or i jus like them. i used to collect them. i don’t know why they appeal to me. they just do, along with necklaces, and other jewelry. things that hang are just interesting to me, just like keychains. I miss my collection.
chrystine masarik
The keychain slowly swung from my pocket, dangling with a sense of rythm. I always kept it with me, it was a form of relaxing for me on a busy day.
I sat in my car. The garage doors were closed. I wanted to escape. I needed it. As I put my keys into the ignition, I noticed the keychain my grandma gave me when I got my first car. It said – Jesus loves you. For some reason I broke down. I didn’t understand it, but somehow I felt hopeful. I couldn’t turn the car on. I just sat there and cried, hoping Jesus could see my broken heart. I think He did.
bobbled memoir, collective faces of you, arising from far, taking you near, weight on a dashboard.
Sara Miller
key chains can say a lot about people. what cars they like, they’re college dreams, or just that they get free stuff from the army guys who visit at school. this can mean a lot to them or nothing.
Hayley
My little cousing used to collect keychains. He was proud of his colleciton. They all hung on the back of his bedroom door, on a bunch od little nails. The would swing noisily when you’d go in and out of the orom. There were rabbit’s feet, Bolvian charms, wooden thingies, and car logos.
falling down.
picking up.
putting in.
turning ’round.
it’s always the same. every day.
But still I hope that someday there will be added
one more person
to my keychain..
she handed me a key-chain this morning, holding a usb drive full of music. a mini graduation cap hung at the end – i never understood those. graduating high school is not something to be extremely proud of, just something one must do. but she was someone who would miss high school forever. the day after her graduation party was probably depressing. mine was glorious.
She gave him her key and he instantly put it on his key chain. SHe had never noticed it before. “What are all those keys for?” she asked. The list came back both comprehensive and exhaustive. As he tols her, a tingle of regret crept down her spine.
Carolina
I have this keychain of yours. Well, it’s not really yours. You made it for me, you said it was nothing but it’s so much. I take it everywhere I go, with my car keys and house keys, and that one key we found while we were taking that walk around campus. I have a little reminder of you wherever I go. It’s such a sweet, meaningless piece of metal. But it means the world to me.
hanging from a backpack
rings and keys and trinkets and keys on pursees
collection and hobby
chooch airport
airports sell
remember vacations keys on rings loops of meta;l
rose
He fiddled with the keychain in his hands. It was a beaded lizard that his little sister had made him years ago. He stared timidly at the door in front of him. He wanted so badly to knock, but he was scared. What if they weren’t home? What if they didn’t want to see him again? When he had told them his decision, they had been angry with him. They couldn’t accept that he wasn’t interested in a religion that denied him the right to love. He so longed to see his parents again though. It had 5 years. 5 years since he walked away from his Mission. 5 years since his mother sat crying in the armchair while his dad told him to pack. He breathed in and out, savoring the calm before the storm. Then he lifted his hand, and knock three times.
it’s in the shape of an egg. there are Spanish words on it. when I found it at a yard sale last fall I thought it was a sign. a sign that something good was coming my way soon.
I would rather not have to use keys- a world of a little more trust and a little less paranoia… but as we live in the 21st century and drive cars and expect be productive- this is what we get whales and daisies
A keychain is supposed to have keys on it, right? So why don’t I see any keys on yours?
I guess you’re not old enough yet to have a car or a house of your own, sage-girl… not that kind of freedom. I don’t have that either. But still you jingle your empty keychain proudly.
Maybe you like having something to hold onto.
Keeps something there
it can be lost
or forgotten
or broken.
On it’s own
it achieves little
but paired with
its partner
the key
it opens
a whole other world.
It stared at me from the corner, beckoning me over. The smell of sea salt pressed against my nostrils and kept me going closer. It wanted me to keep it with me, somehow, to carry it with me so every time I opened the door to my apartment, I would smell the same smells, feel the air, and feel like I lived in paradise.
I picked it up and tossed it around in my hand. I smiled, knowing I would never leave.
I never carried keychains around on my backpack when I was schoolgirl. I always thought keychains were cool because the popular girls would attach them to their backpacks, and they would clink and clack as they bounced up and down on the bags, but I suppose I never thought I was cool enough to be apart of the unspoken, keychain club.
I held my keychain tightly in my hand.
Several keys there lie
One for my home
One for my car
One for my bike
But not one for my heart.
i’d love for you to put me on your keychain, and carry me wherever you go. i’d sing along with you to the radio in your car. i’d be your copilot on this winding journey we call life.
I don’t have a keychain. I have this thing made of string that was thrown together in art class lmost year go and its alling apart. I really do not like eychains becasue I can never get the keys on them and I get frustrated.
my key chain is pretty significant to me. it has an emblem of my sorority Gamma Phi Beta on it. i spend most of my time with the girls of this house and thus having it on my key chain is i guess a sign of who i am. it is a part of my identity.
I like keychains. They’re kind of useless to me, seeing as I don’t drive. I always find the perfect little junk-tourist keychains and then have absolutely nothing to do with them. Because keychains need keys. And we don’t lock my house except at night, and we keep a spare key in the butter churner next to our door anyways.
key chains are cute. they help us in keeping our keys ready to use
they help them not to get lost they come in different shapes and sized and colours and they are good collectables . key chains are useful and have a nice touch to the boring and monotonous key.
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key. Oops, plagiarism, sorry, had a blank moment there!
creative, backpack, accessory, peace, nostalgic, elementary school, car keys, fun, playful, beaded, Tiffanys, heart, and presents!
i had a keychain once. it was blue. and green. and in the shape of a heart. i love that keyring and it loved me. we went everywhere together. i must say, it was my best friend. one day, my keyring disappeared. i never saw it again. and i cried for 3 days.
KEYCHAIN:we must divide the religious by the scientific and use the atheist model
my keychain has a hanah montana dogtag and a sprint bottle opener
As he lay there, on the dusty, littered floor, I swung my keychain round in circles, cutting swift and smooth circles through the air. WHACK. I brought the keychain briskly down onto his bloody head.
on my keychain I have got keys..
chite a lot actually…
sometimes I imagine it to be the cain of my life
and the keys are the people I’ve met so far.
Sometimes I lose a key.
And other times I get a new one.
That’s life…
keychains are pretty hand because you can put your keys on them. Keys can tell you a lot about a person where they are going where they have been and what things they like to get into. But a keychain itself can tell you so much like what they hold dear to them.
half of a bestfriend charm. something you state an opinion with. it tells a little bit about you without someone ever meeting you. :) i like keychains.
I had a keychain collection once. It was huge. I added to it whenever I went somewhere… I never used it, I just had it. Then one day, it just went away. I don’t have it anymore… I don’t have any of the keychains that I once bought and jammed into a long run of keychains. Why does that happen…? Where did said Keychain Chain go?
There once was a little pink keychain. It liked to hang out it my pocket. One day I pulled it out and the lanyard broke. Now It had to be replaced.
There once was a little black key chain…
A keychain. That’s all it was. Just a simple keychain that my mother had given me for my birthday. A little pointe shoe. Dangling from my keys. It was the one gift my mother had bought me my whole life. And it meant everything to me.
Once i made a key chain. It had my keys, library cards, and dorm keys. Its pretty boring but I wish I had more stuff on it. Or an awesome lanyard or something.
one very important thing in a day to day life, keeps you aware of the way to get in your house
Keychains. Those fancy little things that seem so insignificant but say so much about a person. Commonly overlooked, these are actually quite valuable pieces of information.
i have many keychains, mos of them have phrases on them. they’re either sparkly, fancy colors, cool designs, nice phrases, meaningful shapes, or i jus like them. i used to collect them. i don’t know why they appeal to me. they just do, along with necklaces, and other jewelry. things that hang are just interesting to me, just like keychains. I miss my collection.
The keychain slowly swung from my pocket, dangling with a sense of rythm. I always kept it with me, it was a form of relaxing for me on a busy day.
There is a sound
a clatter, almost
muffled in your hand
as you shake snowflakes
jingling in your palm
now you are home with me
I sat in my car. The garage doors were closed. I wanted to escape. I needed it. As I put my keys into the ignition, I noticed the keychain my grandma gave me when I got my first car. It said – Jesus loves you. For some reason I broke down. I didn’t understand it, but somehow I felt hopeful. I couldn’t turn the car on. I just sat there and cried, hoping Jesus could see my broken heart. I think He did.
bobbled memoir, collective faces of you, arising from far, taking you near, weight on a dashboard.
key chains can say a lot about people. what cars they like, they’re college dreams, or just that they get free stuff from the army guys who visit at school. this can mean a lot to them or nothing.
My little cousing used to collect keychains. He was proud of his colleciton. They all hung on the back of his bedroom door, on a bunch od little nails. The would swing noisily when you’d go in and out of the orom. There were rabbit’s feet, Bolvian charms, wooden thingies, and car logos.
falling down.
picking up.
putting in.
turning ’round.
it’s always the same. every day.
But still I hope that someday there will be added
one more person
to my keychain..
she handed me a key-chain this morning, holding a usb drive full of music. a mini graduation cap hung at the end – i never understood those. graduating high school is not something to be extremely proud of, just something one must do. but she was someone who would miss high school forever. the day after her graduation party was probably depressing. mine was glorious.
She gave him her key and he instantly put it on his key chain. SHe had never noticed it before. “What are all those keys for?” she asked. The list came back both comprehensive and exhaustive. As he tols her, a tingle of regret crept down her spine.
I have this keychain of yours. Well, it’s not really yours. You made it for me, you said it was nothing but it’s so much. I take it everywhere I go, with my car keys and house keys, and that one key we found while we were taking that walk around campus. I have a little reminder of you wherever I go. It’s such a sweet, meaningless piece of metal. But it means the world to me.
hanging from a backpack
rings and keys and trinkets and keys on pursees
collection and hobby
chooch airport
airports sell
remember vacations keys on rings loops of meta;l
He fiddled with the keychain in his hands. It was a beaded lizard that his little sister had made him years ago. He stared timidly at the door in front of him. He wanted so badly to knock, but he was scared. What if they weren’t home? What if they didn’t want to see him again? When he had told them his decision, they had been angry with him. They couldn’t accept that he wasn’t interested in a religion that denied him the right to love. He so longed to see his parents again though. It had 5 years. 5 years since he walked away from his Mission. 5 years since his mother sat crying in the armchair while his dad told him to pack. He breathed in and out, savoring the calm before the storm. Then he lifted his hand, and knock three times.
it’s in the shape of an egg. there are Spanish words on it. when I found it at a yard sale last fall I thought it was a sign. a sign that something good was coming my way soon.