I have this keychain with little red and white sparkles in it. The sparkles always stick to the top of the keychain and it’s been a great challenge to get them off. Once i did it. I got the sparkles to stop sticking. I wish other people were as excited as i was. Guess it’s really just a keychian, huh?
Lola Sparx
It was pink. And fuzzy. It wasn’t the sort of thing a professional woman carried in her purse. Of course, most women didn’t have poodles named Precious either. Or maybe they did. Maybe I wanted to believe they didn’t. That I was unique.
Trish
you are the key to my chain. you have the key to my heart.
Sarah
the keychain hung around my neck, gleaming all shades of silver in the light. i remembered the day he gave it to me. i don’t think i could forget that day. even the precise shade of green the trees leaves were remains imprinted in my mind.
anon
submit to waves. The best huckleberry I ever had was five in the evening on goat mountains and hour outside of tacoma. the dog had nearly i thought died from the heat and lack of water but near the hucklebery patch we found a stream. And white mountain goats loud as bullseyes against the dark grey mountains, no longer camoflauged by winter snow. i was thinking how i’d never tasted a huckleberry so sweet and how was it here and how the best tasting things come after near death, drought, and pain.
ts
Some people collect keychains. Eventually they end up with this giant, blinking, jangly, mess of memories. While they always served NO purpose and often times became a bit of a nuisance, they do offer an interesting way to chronicle memories. Sometimes it’s a theme park.
Matt
off the key chain. who knew what a key could do? i’m chained to this here desk but at least it doesn’t hurt. I know where I am and usually I know what I’m doing. Typing working surfing. Ahh it’s a thrill a minute. Speaking of thrills I’m going to Tahiti next month, to dive. Chills at the thought but chilly is not the weather.
Shane
Keychains are optional. They jingle on my boyfriend’s pants when he attaches them to the belt loop. At least I always know when he is coming around. There is no way to sneak up on someone if you have a keychain jingling away.
Brittany
it turned, the door swung open. Before her stood her entire past. Unlocked now, like a giant pandora’s box. Thankyou, keychain.
marina
I’m beginning to understand why I never make it on time to certain events. I came home yesterday and my damn dog was choking on something, I had no idea what to do with him so I just stood there. Turns out he was choking on my keychain that holds my keys for the house and the car. Another shitty day in this lovely life.
TRIQ
keychains help me keep track of the location of my keys at (almost) all times. they connect the different branches of my life – my car, my house, my work, where I’ve been on vacation in the past year or so… into one place
izzy
it hangs from my purse with the opener to many things in my life: the box that holds the contents of life [home] the box that holds the bills, the box to the place that employs me and the vehicle that i drive
tazule
i do not know for what i could use it. it seems to be very heavy. do i have a key with me? i do, but i don’t have a key chain. does keychain rime with anything? anything rimes with one thing. one thing is sure, what do you want to do? time is up im running down! klickingklickingklicking
tobi
keychains hold keys. i collect keychains they are very handy and are good to put keys on and come in handy. they are very cool and come in different shapes and sizes and the keys can open many things like doors and more
Victoria H. (Grade 7)
Deadly weapons designed to defeat evil monsters called “keys” without these we would all be defeated by the keys!~
Thomas Zirkle Kleczek
Hangs on keyracks
holds keys together
looks cool
important
gets lost alot
often bought at giftstores
Jonathan Orme
he had given his keychain to her girlfriend,but he had forgotten that,and was looking after it.His girlfriend was now thousands of miles away,
edina
I loved the crystal keychain that my brother gave me in high school…it was so pretty, and it really meant that he “got” me, thought I was cool…in the years to follow, that meant even more to me as we sometimes argued, sometimes agreed…
Mrs. Bacon
Keychains are used to carry keys. They are also used to carry doo-dads, which are stuck on your backpack. They are a superb ingredient in chocolate ice cream. You may use these to scare mice.
Sahar Siddiqi
ring of metal or plastic…can hold anything with a small hole… holds keys… used to hold collectibles… useful to keep stuff on
zach
keys
car
jinggle-janggle
home
house
library cards
savings cards
Hannah
chains chainbody rune chainbody
slinky
hangy
cars
key
uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dreadlocks
metal
rust
flowers
………….
josh david
keys on a silver ring. you put little nick nacks on it. some times buss passes or ID.
Robert
Simple items used for holding keys very simple *i am out of answers*
Thomas Zirkle Kleczek
keychains are round metal circles that hold keys. they are useful for keeping track of keys, however if you lose it you will lose all your keys. You hang it in you pocket or belt. They
Mitchell
Deadly Weapons used to keep the ferocious race of “keys” at bay without these awesome weapons of power we would all be destroyed by these monsters
Thomas Zirkle Kleczek
a thing you put on your zipper that can be any color and pretty and pretty it can be blue yellow green orange black and all different shapes. They can be crazy or kewl or anything awesome. You can turn anything to a keychain
Amber Orner
Bright shiny Holder of items that Unlock doors,safes,etc.
Thomas Zirkle Kleczek
*clink, clink, clink*
The keychain tapped against his belt buckle, but that sound was he furthest thing from his mind today.
Alicia
this is the dumbest word i’ve seen on one word.
keychain??? real? who cares.
mikeo
i left my keychain…shoot. i can’t believe i left my keychain, i’m an idiot! how was i going to get into the empire state building now? it was under lockdown…find out next week.
she swings the set of keys on its lanyard. dirty lanyard with a pattern she used to like. those keys were responsible for all our adventures in that beat up little car.
michelle
A keychain
a reminder of a fun vacation
of a wonderful love
of a best friend
A keychain
easily lost
and always found
Jingles
Jingles
Jingles
Alyssa
The keys dropped with a resounding *clack* to the tile. Gwen just breathed in.
“Nice to see you again.”
Trebez
“If you let all your hopes and goals dangle off of your keychain like that, you’ll never get anywhere in life.”
My mother hadn’t listened to him. My father had listened politely, patiently, but hadn’t taken his advice seriously. Afterall, Hank tended to say some strange things.
“I once met a man out in Missouri who could chew daisies and live off ’em. That’s the kinda man I like, I says. Livin’ off the land and utulizin it too. Yessuh.”
My mother had told me that Grandpa Hank told us grandchildren these stories just as that – stories. Fables, at the very least. But my cousins would laugh. Fables? they’d say. What is there to learn from a crazy that eats flowers?
I was ever the only one who actually took Grandpa Hank’s words to heart. Maybe it was the lack of religion in my family that made me follow all of my grandfather’s advice religiously.
“Wake up each mornin, I do, and listen to them bluejays singin their songs, fillin my old crinkly ears with their pretty melodies.”
So I do too. I wake up each morning and listen for the bluejays, wait for their pretty songs to fill my ears. Then I mix in three daisy petals in my cereal. This way, Grandpa Hank can live on in me, even if he did pass on more than fifteen years ago. And I never, ever, let my dreams dangle off of a keychain.
Julia
many a times have i held that keychain, the one with the british phonebooth on it. IT wasn’t anything expensive and it sure wasn’t a waste of 50 cents. but what did it take to make this small piece of shit. It really is a worthless use of resources.
moop
I found this keychain on the floor
There is a key to my front door
I wish i’d found it yesterday
when there were outside clouds of gray
there i stood in the rain
keyless, thinking, what a pain.
Canoegirl42
The keychain hung from the ignition pendulously, keeping time with the conversation that was rapidly deteriorating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it, and it was apparent to the driver…he put his hand on my shoulder, said “go,” and I did.
Peter
the keychain fell to the ground , i had no need for it now that the keys had dissapeared. Panicking, i ran to the next building , peering into the glass.
I have this keychain with little red and white sparkles in it. The sparkles always stick to the top of the keychain and it’s been a great challenge to get them off. Once i did it. I got the sparkles to stop sticking. I wish other people were as excited as i was. Guess it’s really just a keychian, huh?
It was pink. And fuzzy. It wasn’t the sort of thing a professional woman carried in her purse. Of course, most women didn’t have poodles named Precious either. Or maybe they did. Maybe I wanted to believe they didn’t. That I was unique.
you are the key to my chain. you have the key to my heart.
the keychain hung around my neck, gleaming all shades of silver in the light. i remembered the day he gave it to me. i don’t think i could forget that day. even the precise shade of green the trees leaves were remains imprinted in my mind.
submit to waves. The best huckleberry I ever had was five in the evening on goat mountains and hour outside of tacoma. the dog had nearly i thought died from the heat and lack of water but near the hucklebery patch we found a stream. And white mountain goats loud as bullseyes against the dark grey mountains, no longer camoflauged by winter snow. i was thinking how i’d never tasted a huckleberry so sweet and how was it here and how the best tasting things come after near death, drought, and pain.
Some people collect keychains. Eventually they end up with this giant, blinking, jangly, mess of memories. While they always served NO purpose and often times became a bit of a nuisance, they do offer an interesting way to chronicle memories. Sometimes it’s a theme park.
off the key chain. who knew what a key could do? i’m chained to this here desk but at least it doesn’t hurt. I know where I am and usually I know what I’m doing. Typing working surfing. Ahh it’s a thrill a minute. Speaking of thrills I’m going to Tahiti next month, to dive. Chills at the thought but chilly is not the weather.
Keychains are optional. They jingle on my boyfriend’s pants when he attaches them to the belt loop. At least I always know when he is coming around. There is no way to sneak up on someone if you have a keychain jingling away.
it turned, the door swung open. Before her stood her entire past. Unlocked now, like a giant pandora’s box. Thankyou, keychain.
I’m beginning to understand why I never make it on time to certain events. I came home yesterday and my damn dog was choking on something, I had no idea what to do with him so I just stood there. Turns out he was choking on my keychain that holds my keys for the house and the car. Another shitty day in this lovely life.
keychains help me keep track of the location of my keys at (almost) all times. they connect the different branches of my life – my car, my house, my work, where I’ve been on vacation in the past year or so… into one place
it hangs from my purse with the opener to many things in my life: the box that holds the contents of life [home] the box that holds the bills, the box to the place that employs me and the vehicle that i drive
i do not know for what i could use it. it seems to be very heavy. do i have a key with me? i do, but i don’t have a key chain. does keychain rime with anything? anything rimes with one thing. one thing is sure, what do you want to do? time is up im running down! klickingklickingklicking
keychains hold keys. i collect keychains they are very handy and are good to put keys on and come in handy. they are very cool and come in different shapes and sizes and the keys can open many things like doors and more
Deadly weapons designed to defeat evil monsters called “keys” without these we would all be defeated by the keys!~
Hangs on keyracks
holds keys together
looks cool
important
gets lost alot
often bought at giftstores
he had given his keychain to her girlfriend,but he had forgotten that,and was looking after it.His girlfriend was now thousands of miles away,
I loved the crystal keychain that my brother gave me in high school…it was so pretty, and it really meant that he “got” me, thought I was cool…in the years to follow, that meant even more to me as we sometimes argued, sometimes agreed…
Keychains are used to carry keys. They are also used to carry doo-dads, which are stuck on your backpack. They are a superb ingredient in chocolate ice cream. You may use these to scare mice.
ring of metal or plastic…can hold anything with a small hole… holds keys… used to hold collectibles… useful to keep stuff on
keys
car
jinggle-janggle
home
house
library cards
savings cards
chains chainbody rune chainbody
slinky
hangy
cars
key
uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dreadlocks
metal
rust
flowers
………….
keys on a silver ring. you put little nick nacks on it. some times buss passes or ID.
Simple items used for holding keys very simple *i am out of answers*
keychains are round metal circles that hold keys. they are useful for keeping track of keys, however if you lose it you will lose all your keys. You hang it in you pocket or belt. They
Deadly Weapons used to keep the ferocious race of “keys” at bay without these awesome weapons of power we would all be destroyed by these monsters
a thing you put on your zipper that can be any color and pretty and pretty it can be blue yellow green orange black and all different shapes. They can be crazy or kewl or anything awesome. You can turn anything to a keychain
Bright shiny Holder of items that Unlock doors,safes,etc.
*clink, clink, clink*
The keychain tapped against his belt buckle, but that sound was he furthest thing from his mind today.
this is the dumbest word i’ve seen on one word.
keychain??? real? who cares.
i left my keychain…shoot. i can’t believe i left my keychain, i’m an idiot! how was i going to get into the empire state building now? it was under lockdown…find out next week.
slouch, droop, swing, wallet, pocket, girl, flushed, ticket, ID card, help, rumbled.
she swings the set of keys on its lanyard. dirty lanyard with a pattern she used to like. those keys were responsible for all our adventures in that beat up little car.
A keychain
a reminder of a fun vacation
of a wonderful love
of a best friend
A keychain
easily lost
and always found
Jingles
Jingles
Jingles
The keys dropped with a resounding *clack* to the tile. Gwen just breathed in.
“Nice to see you again.”
“If you let all your hopes and goals dangle off of your keychain like that, you’ll never get anywhere in life.”
My mother hadn’t listened to him. My father had listened politely, patiently, but hadn’t taken his advice seriously. Afterall, Hank tended to say some strange things.
“I once met a man out in Missouri who could chew daisies and live off ’em. That’s the kinda man I like, I says. Livin’ off the land and utulizin it too. Yessuh.”
My mother had told me that Grandpa Hank told us grandchildren these stories just as that – stories. Fables, at the very least. But my cousins would laugh. Fables? they’d say. What is there to learn from a crazy that eats flowers?
I was ever the only one who actually took Grandpa Hank’s words to heart. Maybe it was the lack of religion in my family that made me follow all of my grandfather’s advice religiously.
“Wake up each mornin, I do, and listen to them bluejays singin their songs, fillin my old crinkly ears with their pretty melodies.”
So I do too. I wake up each morning and listen for the bluejays, wait for their pretty songs to fill my ears. Then I mix in three daisy petals in my cereal. This way, Grandpa Hank can live on in me, even if he did pass on more than fifteen years ago. And I never, ever, let my dreams dangle off of a keychain.
many a times have i held that keychain, the one with the british phonebooth on it. IT wasn’t anything expensive and it sure wasn’t a waste of 50 cents. but what did it take to make this small piece of shit. It really is a worthless use of resources.
I found this keychain on the floor
There is a key to my front door
I wish i’d found it yesterday
when there were outside clouds of gray
there i stood in the rain
keyless, thinking, what a pain.
The keychain hung from the ignition pendulously, keeping time with the conversation that was rapidly deteriorating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it, and it was apparent to the driver…he put his hand on my shoulder, said “go,” and I did.
the keychain fell to the ground , i had no need for it now that the keys had dissapeared. Panicking, i ran to the next building , peering into the glass.