I bought a keychain at Disneyland one year. It’s Minnie Mouse, and she’s swinging from it with one tiny white fist, clutching it for dear life. But the look on Minnie’s face is that of pure bliss and happiness. I still have the keychain, and she’s since lost her nose and one foot. But she’s still smiling, as happy as ever, dangling by a finger as she’s tossed and turned about the world.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this keychain safe. Nothing. And yet, the damn thing is missing its bell. What the hell? Where’s the bell? I can’t believe the bell’s gone. It must have been Pomme the cat. She has a thing for bells and she’s evil. She doesn’t think I know she’s planning something, but I know and I’m pretty sure she’s behind this somehow.
JC
THE HOUSE WAS ADOBE AND THE DOG WAS ATTACHED TO THE POST HOLDING UP THE PORCH – HE WAS LARGE AND BRINDLED AT THE END OF A HEAVY CHAIN – THE KEY WAS ON A NAIL – IF I LEANED OVER -COULD HE REACH ME?
i swear i left it here some where i yelled from the foyer.
you always say that dave yelled back.
he came walking up to me with the key chain in hand, slipped his hand around my waist and whispered in my ear – and you’re always wrong.
i shoved him back laughing, saying, yeah but it’s part of my charm
clare
I used to have lots of things on my keychain. Keys, cards, dangly toys. But then I realized that I never actually use my keychain. It sits at the bottom of my purse. So I took all the danglies off and I only use it to occasionally unlock the door now.
When I I was younger, I lost my hoodie. I loved that hoodie. When I was a bit older I fell in love, only to lose my love a few weeks later. I loved Maria. The other day, I lost my house. The entire house. The entire location!
Now, I am standing in the middle of a vacant lot, beside Maria’s house, clutching my keychain, looking like a damn fool. Again.
dovi
The keychain fell upon the ground and as keith bent down to retrieve it he saw the reflection of the ceiling in the metallic name plate given to him by his daughter
Cameron
He thought about her as he played with keys in pocket. The small trinket hanging on top of keychain was meninglies to anyone that saw it, but
Marko
He had a brass key chain in his hand
vixtrix
This may hold lots of really big keys, probably for a prison but why couldn’t you have asked us to write about a keyhole – that would be much easier!
Eighth grade was the Year of the Keychain. My two best friends and I collected them, buying a new treasure (usually plastic resin, pithy, and full of glitter) each time we hit the mall.
Stacy
She looked at the keychain with a gentle smile. “Thanks grandma…” She whispered as she grasped the small metal heart in her fist. “I wish I could have seen you before you…” She paused and sighed. It was saddening to know that this was the last gift her grandma was able to send out before she had passed away.
key chain is not only to hold the key but to organize u to keep this at right order.
sona
I have one of these and it has my keys on it – I don’t know what I would do without my KEYCHAIN. I watched the sopranos and they used a KEYCHAIN in the most horrific manner to get some drug money. A keychain is a weird word. keychain keycah
verity
I have a motorcycle keychain on my set of keys and it reminds me of one significant person. It takes me back to the day when we went to the motorcycle convention, spending every last ounce of our day with each other before we couldn’t. I’d do anything to go back to that day at least for a second.. that’d be plenty enough. But then again, it’s not over. And that’s what is so exciting; memories were created, memories are remembered and looked back, but there’s so much more ahead of us.
Jane
I have a keychain that I carry with me everywhere. It’s horribly boring, just the normal car keys and house keys on it, but there is one bauble on there that I love. A little pink quartz gem that is supposed to symbolise love. Why I bought this for myself I don’t know. And why I don’t replace it with something else I also don’t know.
Key chain is very useful to hold the keys. Some of them are very beautiful and people like to hold them for a fancy. Many companies are using key chain as a marketing tool.
Chithambaran
alors je suis bien embarrassé
attendez
ahh un porte clef
ok i’ve got one
a Beatle one
just great
but i mean what’s the point?
you always loose your key anyway
even with a keychain
trya
the chain that keys me for ever!
Gayathri
It dangled, loosely, trying to break free, from the confines of the metal.Clinking as it tried to do so. It looked like a charm bracelet to many, maybe it was, maybe that’s why the key wasn’t lost.
The keychain was made of hundreds of seperate links, each of a different material. Gold, silver and bronze sat next to polished wood, splintery bamboo and loops of plastic.
Krospgnasker
keychain is what I like to hang on my finger….so that i will always remember..
sunanda
Looking into the vortek that leads to the infinty of ofset trisingalor keychains of distantin i see the conclution of understanding that came to me that could not yet be incased in words
Patchez' en Cloudz
Wow, i wish i had a keychain to keep my keys I keep losing them everywhere they go. Ow! i stepped on something…oh shit, my keys!
Eleanor
the keychain rattled its snakelike warning… just two more steps and the door would open…. she waited, breathless, listening for the sounds – the smooth slink of metal on metal, the clunk of death… she waited…
John Moore
Assuming that keyring means keychain. I have a really cool keyring that’s a little Lego princess figure. I was going to use her on the wedding cake but her head was screwed to the chain too tight. Now her face is rubbing off, and she looks quite scary.
Anna
the keychain hangs near the door, a little chewed, a little worn, it represents ownership, possession, belonging, home. it waits in its place as my dog waits in hers; she eyes it with growing intensity as the morning passes, barks happily when i take it, to take her.
I don’t really care that the word is keychain. I’m gonna write what I want to. My new word is college. alll these forms are asking why. why do i want to go to college? well shit. i dunno. maybe cause i’m a straight a student. maybe cause thats what comes next. maybe cause its what everyone expects. maybe cause my parents would lose all respect for me if i didnt. maybe cause im not ready for the “real” world. what else would i do? im terrified for college. but im more terrified of what comes after that. sure college basically required for any career path. but its also a way to stall. gives me four more years to figure myself out. and grad school should give me a few more after that. but what on earth am i gonna do when i run out of degree to earn? that presents a problem. cause i just dont know. i really don’t.
Frances
The jingling of the keychain was jangling her nerves. Each little token carried a memory.
chriss
this is a useful thing you keep your keys on. i need it, because i have a lot of keys and keep loosing them. especially useful is a device called keyfinder, you whistle and it makes a sound. because of that, its really easy to find your keys again, once you lost them. when you are a pothead ea
rikku
I used to make key chains. They were made from plastic ping-pong balls covered in rabbit fur. Sometimes i dyed them pink, others i used a variety of black and white fur. I even had zebra striped fur.
StephanieC
little dangling spark of light on sunnier days you keep hips warm with pelvic dreams, hold in your little brass body the opening of doors harder to pry than your attached leg lust of fury. I’ll slide thumbs through your crevasses if only to grasp you harder, have you hold something of mine a bit too tight, bruise fingertips in attempts. but its quite alright for your use is of a modern simplicity I appreciate.
Every time I leave my house I have to make sure my keychain is with me. It’s a keychain I’ve had since i was young; someone speacial gave it to me. ‘ Its a heart with many red rubies on it and its in a gold chain.
alyssa
The keychain scratched across the windshield as the snow fell. The key rattled over indents in the glass and he could feel their sudden tugs on his arm.
Chain of fools. Chain gang. Chain of evidence. Key witness. Key to the universe. Songs in the key of life. Key to my heart. Key witness. Unbroken chain. Chain of gold.
Teri Aizenman
Everyone has different keychains, some people even collect them. Don’t you hate it when you get a stupid keychain for christmas. My grandparents thought my brother collected them… poor kid, ended up with at least 20! when grandparents don’t know you very well they sure do grasp onto a gift giving trend.
I bought a keychain at Disneyland one year. It’s Minnie Mouse, and she’s swinging from it with one tiny white fist, clutching it for dear life. But the look on Minnie’s face is that of pure bliss and happiness. I still have the keychain, and she’s since lost her nose and one foot. But she’s still smiling, as happy as ever, dangling by a finger as she’s tossed and turned about the world.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this keychain safe. Nothing. And yet, the damn thing is missing its bell. What the hell? Where’s the bell? I can’t believe the bell’s gone. It must have been Pomme the cat. She has a thing for bells and she’s evil. She doesn’t think I know she’s planning something, but I know and I’m pretty sure she’s behind this somehow.
THE HOUSE WAS ADOBE AND THE DOG WAS ATTACHED TO THE POST HOLDING UP THE PORCH – HE WAS LARGE AND BRINDLED AT THE END OF A HEAVY CHAIN – THE KEY WAS ON A NAIL – IF I LEANED OVER -COULD HE REACH ME?
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The bowl is there when the rice is gone. The sky is the sky whether filled with sunset or rain. Maybe it is not the key we long for, but the chain.
i swear i left it here some where i yelled from the foyer.
you always say that dave yelled back.
he came walking up to me with the key chain in hand, slipped his hand around my waist and whispered in my ear – and you’re always wrong.
i shoved him back laughing, saying, yeah but it’s part of my charm
I used to have lots of things on my keychain. Keys, cards, dangly toys. But then I realized that I never actually use my keychain. It sits at the bottom of my purse. So I took all the danglies off and I only use it to occasionally unlock the door now.
When I I was younger, I lost my hoodie. I loved that hoodie. When I was a bit older I fell in love, only to lose my love a few weeks later. I loved Maria. The other day, I lost my house. The entire house. The entire location!
Now, I am standing in the middle of a vacant lot, beside Maria’s house, clutching my keychain, looking like a damn fool. Again.
The keychain fell upon the ground and as keith bent down to retrieve it he saw the reflection of the ceiling in the metallic name plate given to him by his daughter
He thought about her as he played with keys in pocket. The small trinket hanging on top of keychain was meninglies to anyone that saw it, but
He had a brass key chain in his hand
This may hold lots of really big keys, probably for a prison but why couldn’t you have asked us to write about a keyhole – that would be much easier!
Eighth grade was the Year of the Keychain. My two best friends and I collected them, buying a new treasure (usually plastic resin, pithy, and full of glitter) each time we hit the mall.
She looked at the keychain with a gentle smile. “Thanks grandma…” She whispered as she grasped the small metal heart in her fist. “I wish I could have seen you before you…” She paused and sighed. It was saddening to know that this was the last gift her grandma was able to send out before she had passed away.
key chain is not only to hold the key but to organize u to keep this at right order.
I have one of these and it has my keys on it – I don’t know what I would do without my KEYCHAIN. I watched the sopranos and they used a KEYCHAIN in the most horrific manner to get some drug money. A keychain is a weird word. keychain keycah
I have a motorcycle keychain on my set of keys and it reminds me of one significant person. It takes me back to the day when we went to the motorcycle convention, spending every last ounce of our day with each other before we couldn’t. I’d do anything to go back to that day at least for a second.. that’d be plenty enough. But then again, it’s not over. And that’s what is so exciting; memories were created, memories are remembered and looked back, but there’s so much more ahead of us.
I have a keychain that I carry with me everywhere. It’s horribly boring, just the normal car keys and house keys on it, but there is one bauble on there that I love. A little pink quartz gem that is supposed to symbolise love. Why I bought this for myself I don’t know. And why I don’t replace it with something else I also don’t know.
My keychain keeps all my secrets in one place.
Key chain is very useful to hold the keys. Some of them are very beautiful and people like to hold them for a fancy. Many companies are using key chain as a marketing tool.
alors je suis bien embarrassé
attendez
ahh un porte clef
ok i’ve got one
a Beatle one
just great
but i mean what’s the point?
you always loose your key anyway
even with a keychain
the chain that keys me for ever!
It dangled, loosely, trying to break free, from the confines of the metal.Clinking as it tried to do so. It looked like a charm bracelet to many, maybe it was, maybe that’s why the key wasn’t lost.
The keychain was made of hundreds of seperate links, each of a different material. Gold, silver and bronze sat next to polished wood, splintery bamboo and loops of plastic.
keychain is what I like to hang on my finger….so that i will always remember..
Looking into the vortek that leads to the infinty of ofset trisingalor keychains of distantin i see the conclution of understanding that came to me that could not yet be incased in words
Wow, i wish i had a keychain to keep my keys I keep losing them everywhere they go. Ow! i stepped on something…oh shit, my keys!
the keychain rattled its snakelike warning… just two more steps and the door would open…. she waited, breathless, listening for the sounds – the smooth slink of metal on metal, the clunk of death… she waited…
Assuming that keyring means keychain. I have a really cool keyring that’s a little Lego princess figure. I was going to use her on the wedding cake but her head was screwed to the chain too tight. Now her face is rubbing off, and she looks quite scary.
the keychain hangs near the door, a little chewed, a little worn, it represents ownership, possession, belonging, home. it waits in its place as my dog waits in hers; she eyes it with growing intensity as the morning passes, barks happily when i take it, to take her.
yeah.
I don’t really care that the word is keychain. I’m gonna write what I want to. My new word is college. alll these forms are asking why. why do i want to go to college? well shit. i dunno. maybe cause i’m a straight a student. maybe cause thats what comes next. maybe cause its what everyone expects. maybe cause my parents would lose all respect for me if i didnt. maybe cause im not ready for the “real” world. what else would i do? im terrified for college. but im more terrified of what comes after that. sure college basically required for any career path. but its also a way to stall. gives me four more years to figure myself out. and grad school should give me a few more after that. but what on earth am i gonna do when i run out of degree to earn? that presents a problem. cause i just dont know. i really don’t.
The jingling of the keychain was jangling her nerves. Each little token carried a memory.
this is a useful thing you keep your keys on. i need it, because i have a lot of keys and keep loosing them. especially useful is a device called keyfinder, you whistle and it makes a sound. because of that, its really easy to find your keys again, once you lost them. when you are a pothead ea
I used to make key chains. They were made from plastic ping-pong balls covered in rabbit fur. Sometimes i dyed them pink, others i used a variety of black and white fur. I even had zebra striped fur.
little dangling spark of light on sunnier days you keep hips warm with pelvic dreams, hold in your little brass body the opening of doors harder to pry than your attached leg lust of fury. I’ll slide thumbs through your crevasses if only to grasp you harder, have you hold something of mine a bit too tight, bruise fingertips in attempts. but its quite alright for your use is of a modern simplicity I appreciate.
Every time I leave my house I have to make sure my keychain is with me. It’s a keychain I’ve had since i was young; someone speacial gave it to me. ‘ Its a heart with many red rubies on it and its in a gold chain.
The keychain scratched across the windshield as the snow fell. The key rattled over indents in the glass and he could feel their sudden tugs on his arm.
Chain of fools. Chain gang. Chain of evidence. Key witness. Key to the universe. Songs in the key of life. Key to my heart. Key witness. Unbroken chain. Chain of gold.
Everyone has different keychains, some people even collect them. Don’t you hate it when you get a stupid keychain for christmas. My grandparents thought my brother collected them… poor kid, ended up with at least 20! when grandparents don’t know you very well they sure do grasp onto a gift giving trend.