local word makes me feel hungry , like some good food which is available fast and fresh . God i am so hungry right now !
Nidhi
In sixteen years I haven’t gone to a single local event. I’ve chosen to stay indoors, and further, in my own small bedroom, locked away from the disapproval I know is waiting. Is this really right? That’s not for you to decide. I’ll stay here until I die if that’s how I so choose.
Local
My local town or hometown
as most people call it is a small one. It is nestled in a corner of California
It is very quite and it is my favorite place
Once you get uSed to all the rich kids bragging about there money and there parents doing nothing but backing them up on there arguments (there not all like that) it a great place to just relax
The local news was playing in the background as I made waffles for my guest. She sat humming to herself, all smiles, her feet kicking against the table because she was too small to touch the floor. I couldn’t help chuckling as she sang a song of her own composition, tending to the waffle iron as I snuck glances at her.
“Are you excited for Mom to come home?” I asked.
“Oh, yes! But I like you, too, Daddy,” she reminded me.
“Good. Glad to hear it.”
Belinda Roddie
It wasn’t a local bar, so there was no need to act discreet simply out of concern the local residents would spread rumors about the two “IRS agents” shacking up. She wasted no time sliding her body up and down her partners on the dance floor, aggressively and possessively letting everyone know /exactly/ to whom the gorgeous woman belonged.
Local trains are slow, too many stops to get the crazies.
Barbara
no me gusta esta palabra, la verdad, habiendo tantas palabras hermosas me viene a tocar una como esta? por que? no me inspira en nada mas que en criticarla y decir que no me gusta, que prefiero otras palabras, como “chocolate” o “testigos”. No es tan complicado, ni siquiera
Mortencia
He was in my local match box
waiting to be lit
i was his flame
pure virgin oil
we fucked on the first night
then I told him I wasn’t interested
because I was too interested
broke his heart for a week
there should be a sign
don’t feed the locals.
I visit the local bars quite often to grab some/a lot of tequila. YUMMERS. Hong Kong Gardens rocks my socks off. I forgot to put in my information so I hit the back button, now I’m writing for another 60 seconds……sheesh…..that was easy. Not cheating, but yeah.
DenaliLlama
Local…my backyard where baby kookaburras are making their squeaky cacky sounds, raspilly musical, soft breeze, lorikeets sharply whistling
Mairi
When i think about local, I see a local market where they sell fruits and veggies from around the place and where everyone comes together and it is all fun, sun is shining. Too bad that is not around my place here. Wish it was but I love too close to AMsterdam.
Irma
i am a local now. i know the smell of the air as the ferry gets in. i can pick out the tourists just by the time of day they are travelling, or the turn-off they take at the bottom of the bypass. i know the names of the neighbourhoods. i can navigate the backroads. nevertheless, i am still an outsider.
local is the crux
local is the cross
local binds local breeds distrust you can’t have one without the other
the closer you get the closer you’re pushed away
always pushed away
the alternative: indifference.
such is the world.
take it or leave it.
local is the back-breaking cross. and the moment of the crash, the divinest and exquisitest expression of love.
Jen
We’ll go to a local shop for a lot of the things. I know what you’re thinking, they probably would keep less track of us if we went somewhere big time. Well, guess again. They probably will think that too. Know what I mean? If we pick up a shovel at the small town one, well, what of it?
Local makes me think of the limits that I have right now in my life. Everything I do must be local because I am going to school in such a small town. I would like to have less locality in my life so that I can go to other places to achieve my goals. That is why I am planning to move from Maine to Florida within the next six months. To me the word “local” puts boundaries on my dreams.
banks are local. i sometimes have to right a current event on something that is local. I think of malls, movies, and the area that i live in. Local is amazing. Fun stuff happens in local areas. we have parades and festivals. In local areas, we can get free stuff. There is a lot of shops where i live. Subway, Pavilions, Osaka, Little Caesars, and a chase bank. My friends aren’t local though. they tend to live outside of the area. But we all end up together during the week days. We hang out like we are a huge, gigantic family. ha ha not really….my guy friends are way too cool for that * sarcasm* -_-.
BatmanGirl0201
being a local is supposed to give you some credibility but i just feel like i want to be a newcomer somewhere no not somewhere a lot of places i want to see the floating lanterns and the ocean again and where i was born in cali
When I think of local, it makes me think of my hometown. Everyone there that’s a local are the people that I’ve known for years and are still exactly the same. Now I live somewhere else and I’m jealous of the locals. I don’t fit in. I want my locals back.
Brittany
home. close by. where the friends are, my family. the closest people to me are here.
mini
I always hear people talking about shopping locally and giving back to the community by shopping with local vendors. There is this awesome local art shop in Normal that I’m obsessed with. I’ve bought a few things and I’m obsessed with them. Yay for me, giving back to the community!
Live in Paris as the locals do my dream will come true some day soon I am ready to leave this unfulfilled life behind.
mk
She lived locally. Or locally enough to be able to walk anywhere she wanted, that is. So she rode her bike around, and ate lots of food. The end. No, not really.
The fucking local guys. I hatd those kids, they would always run aroud professing their insecuritis on other people like ass holes. Always judging people as if they wer better, who entitled them? Who gave them the goddamn gift to judge anyone else? Either way, they can all go fuck themselves. Localmy ass, they were as foreign as a mexican in a voting booth. But other than that, local is… well its local. Its the people you know, the places youve been, and the experiences that have molded you into the person you are today.
Bil
local means to be in your community, to be there, to be supportive of eachother. to take only what is there without abusing and using more than we need. People lived locally for eons before. Global is a totally new word and concept. we can embrace the local but need to remember the local
kelcey
Sick and tired of the same old you? Want to feel COOL? Want to completely lose your originality and just blend in with your fellow teens? Head on down to your local mall and we’ll help you! Our unique service offers feedback on your outfit, weight and hair delivered by the fake-tanned ugg-clad experts you aim to emulate – AND this is done so at a significant decibel level so you are guaranteed to hear them all the way from the bus stop at which they are located! But be quick – this offer only lasts until you find the better places to shop, so once again: hurry into your local mall asap! (sorry, no rainchecks)
i looked and looked for a sign. Anybody. I can’t be alone herre. There must be something to help me. It must not have gotten everyone. I cn’t live like this. There has to be someone somewhere. I knew there was no one. Anywhere. I let the thoughts overtake my brain as i carry my rifle, walking into the local farmer’s market.
Torie
The local pub was a feisty place, with an average of three arrests a night. During the day, it was a meeting place for the politicians and their cohorts in the construction industry. No arrests made there, unfortunately.
tonykeyesjapan
i never feel as a local
a feeling that you belong to some place
even at my home i feel like a stranger
The local coffee shop always held the most interesting and fascinating people. The aspiring artists, the faded inspirations, the lingerers. And then, you. Who would have known someones soulmate could be found around the corner at a local coffee shop. Only Fate and God.
I miss my home, and knowing where I am no matter how long I walk for. I miss the windy streets, and the smell of rain. I miss the sadness that seems entwined with England.
Eve
Hipsters always preaching: “Buy local.” I can’t. Sorry. I like this earth and the people in it, don’t get me wrong. I love green trees, bright flowers, healthy animals, clean oceans. I want the farmers just out of town and my neighbors Juan and Donovan to keep steady jobs. But I can’t. So I’m here, where it’s cheapest, selfishly balancing my budget while eating away at their livelihood. I try to straighten my back proudly, but half my burden rolls off my arm. I don’t owe the hipsters, hippies, liberals, eco-freaks any apologies. Why would Don’t know why I’m thinking of hipsters now. My arms and mind are full enough of broccoli, substandard-quality ground beef, canned soup and a crying baby.
i was at the local market the other day. i found the most delectable little orange. it had amazing color and texture and alas! when i peeled away that layer of flesh to see its juicy insides, i was overcome by the scent of citrus. it reminded me of simpler times when all this world wasnt so screwed up by this war and famine. maybe back then this local market would be more successful and allow more people to experience the treasure i have found in this one simple orange, in this one simple market.
Timothy
The locals of a town tell the history of it. The history lies in the grey bearded man lying on the sidewalk, his emily coffee cup hungry for coins. History can be found in the small girl in the pleated skirt, on her way to school before her step-mom knows she’s gone. History lies in the locals. History is seen in the slender woman who quietly sits in the caffe, sipping her tea with her peacoat collar flipped up around her neck, her autumn hat pulled over her forehead to hide her tired face. They all tell their own story – the story that needs to be told.
Local fruits are the best. So are local friends. Keep the people you love close to you, don’t push them away for someone else. Your friends on the phone can wait. After all – they’re texting you. They’re not with you. The people who care enough to be beside you and laugh real laughs at your jokes, smile real smiles at your stories and touch your arm with their real, soft and gentle fingertips, are the ones who truly value you.
Local. Local community. I don’t have much of that. Maybe.
What does it really mean, anyway? When does local stop?
When is someone too far away to be considered a ‘neighbor?’
Are they ever?
community a place of belonging, a place that you contribute to and your efforts return to you almost immediately. this is the real frontier of the modern age, give a little.
Dean
Behind the library, my bearded man leans over the rich, brown soil. Locally grown, that’s what we’re going for. Starting an urban farm is difficult, especially in the South where the supermarkets are large and the food is fried. Local has no place here.
local word makes me feel hungry , like some good food which is available fast and fresh . God i am so hungry right now !
In sixteen years I haven’t gone to a single local event. I’ve chosen to stay indoors, and further, in my own small bedroom, locked away from the disapproval I know is waiting. Is this really right? That’s not for you to decide. I’ll stay here until I die if that’s how I so choose.
Local
My local town or hometown
as most people call it is a small one. It is nestled in a corner of California
It is very quite and it is my favorite place
Once you get uSed to all the rich kids bragging about there money and there parents doing nothing but backing them up on there arguments (there not all like that) it a great place to just relax
The local news was playing in the background as I made waffles for my guest. She sat humming to herself, all smiles, her feet kicking against the table because she was too small to touch the floor. I couldn’t help chuckling as she sang a song of her own composition, tending to the waffle iron as I snuck glances at her.
“Are you excited for Mom to come home?” I asked.
“Oh, yes! But I like you, too, Daddy,” she reminded me.
“Good. Glad to hear it.”
It wasn’t a local bar, so there was no need to act discreet simply out of concern the local residents would spread rumors about the two “IRS agents” shacking up. She wasted no time sliding her body up and down her partners on the dance floor, aggressively and possessively letting everyone know /exactly/ to whom the gorgeous woman belonged.
Local trains are slow, too many stops to get the crazies.
no me gusta esta palabra, la verdad, habiendo tantas palabras hermosas me viene a tocar una como esta? por que? no me inspira en nada mas que en criticarla y decir que no me gusta, que prefiero otras palabras, como “chocolate” o “testigos”. No es tan complicado, ni siquiera
He was in my local match box
waiting to be lit
i was his flame
pure virgin oil
we fucked on the first night
then I told him I wasn’t interested
because I was too interested
broke his heart for a week
there should be a sign
don’t feed the locals.
I visit the local bars quite often to grab some/a lot of tequila. YUMMERS. Hong Kong Gardens rocks my socks off. I forgot to put in my information so I hit the back button, now I’m writing for another 60 seconds……sheesh…..that was easy. Not cheating, but yeah.
Local…my backyard where baby kookaburras are making their squeaky cacky sounds, raspilly musical, soft breeze, lorikeets sharply whistling
When i think about local, I see a local market where they sell fruits and veggies from around the place and where everyone comes together and it is all fun, sun is shining. Too bad that is not around my place here. Wish it was but I love too close to AMsterdam.
i am a local now. i know the smell of the air as the ferry gets in. i can pick out the tourists just by the time of day they are travelling, or the turn-off they take at the bottom of the bypass. i know the names of the neighbourhoods. i can navigate the backroads. nevertheless, i am still an outsider.
local is the crux
local is the cross
local binds local breeds distrust you can’t have one without the other
the closer you get the closer you’re pushed away
always pushed away
the alternative: indifference.
such is the world.
take it or leave it.
local is the back-breaking cross. and the moment of the crash, the divinest and exquisitest expression of love.
We’ll go to a local shop for a lot of the things. I know what you’re thinking, they probably would keep less track of us if we went somewhere big time. Well, guess again. They probably will think that too. Know what I mean? If we pick up a shovel at the small town one, well, what of it?
Local makes me think of the limits that I have right now in my life. Everything I do must be local because I am going to school in such a small town. I would like to have less locality in my life so that I can go to other places to achieve my goals. That is why I am planning to move from Maine to Florida within the next six months. To me the word “local” puts boundaries on my dreams.
it no means original
it is just like every apples i bought
malang’s new york’s
they are just apples
different lable
banks are local. i sometimes have to right a current event on something that is local. I think of malls, movies, and the area that i live in. Local is amazing. Fun stuff happens in local areas. we have parades and festivals. In local areas, we can get free stuff. There is a lot of shops where i live. Subway, Pavilions, Osaka, Little Caesars, and a chase bank. My friends aren’t local though. they tend to live outside of the area. But we all end up together during the week days. We hang out like we are a huge, gigantic family. ha ha not really….my guy friends are way too cool for that * sarcasm* -_-.
being a local is supposed to give you some credibility but i just feel like i want to be a newcomer somewhere no not somewhere a lot of places i want to see the floating lanterns and the ocean again and where i was born in cali
i’ve been local most of my life,
lived in this town and known all these faces.
been there done that seen it all.
i just want to graduate,
get out of here and start my life and see the world
and never look back.
When I think of local, it makes me think of my hometown. Everyone there that’s a local are the people that I’ve known for years and are still exactly the same. Now I live somewhere else and I’m jealous of the locals. I don’t fit in. I want my locals back.
home. close by. where the friends are, my family. the closest people to me are here.
I always hear people talking about shopping locally and giving back to the community by shopping with local vendors. There is this awesome local art shop in Normal that I’m obsessed with. I’ve bought a few things and I’m obsessed with them. Yay for me, giving back to the community!
Live in Paris as the locals do my dream will come true some day soon I am ready to leave this unfulfilled life behind.
She lived locally. Or locally enough to be able to walk anywhere she wanted, that is. So she rode her bike around, and ate lots of food. The end. No, not really.
There is a local diner that’s just down the street.
I’ve never been there before.
It’s kinda torn and rundown, but something about it screams beauty.
The fucking local guys. I hatd those kids, they would always run aroud professing their insecuritis on other people like ass holes. Always judging people as if they wer better, who entitled them? Who gave them the goddamn gift to judge anyone else? Either way, they can all go fuck themselves. Localmy ass, they were as foreign as a mexican in a voting booth. But other than that, local is… well its local. Its the people you know, the places youve been, and the experiences that have molded you into the person you are today.
local means to be in your community, to be there, to be supportive of eachother. to take only what is there without abusing and using more than we need. People lived locally for eons before. Global is a totally new word and concept. we can embrace the local but need to remember the local
Sick and tired of the same old you? Want to feel COOL? Want to completely lose your originality and just blend in with your fellow teens? Head on down to your local mall and we’ll help you! Our unique service offers feedback on your outfit, weight and hair delivered by the fake-tanned ugg-clad experts you aim to emulate – AND this is done so at a significant decibel level so you are guaranteed to hear them all the way from the bus stop at which they are located! But be quick – this offer only lasts until you find the better places to shop, so once again: hurry into your local mall asap! (sorry, no rainchecks)
i looked and looked for a sign. Anybody. I can’t be alone herre. There must be something to help me. It must not have gotten everyone. I cn’t live like this. There has to be someone somewhere. I knew there was no one. Anywhere. I let the thoughts overtake my brain as i carry my rifle, walking into the local farmer’s market.
The local pub was a feisty place, with an average of three arrests a night. During the day, it was a meeting place for the politicians and their cohorts in the construction industry. No arrests made there, unfortunately.
i never feel as a local
a feeling that you belong to some place
even at my home i feel like a stranger
The local coffee shop always held the most interesting and fascinating people. The aspiring artists, the faded inspirations, the lingerers. And then, you. Who would have known someones soulmate could be found around the corner at a local coffee shop. Only Fate and God.
I miss my home, and knowing where I am no matter how long I walk for. I miss the windy streets, and the smell of rain. I miss the sadness that seems entwined with England.
Hipsters always preaching: “Buy local.” I can’t. Sorry. I like this earth and the people in it, don’t get me wrong. I love green trees, bright flowers, healthy animals, clean oceans. I want the farmers just out of town and my neighbors Juan and Donovan to keep steady jobs. But I can’t. So I’m here, where it’s cheapest, selfishly balancing my budget while eating away at their livelihood. I try to straighten my back proudly, but half my burden rolls off my arm. I don’t owe the hipsters, hippies, liberals, eco-freaks any apologies. Why would Don’t know why I’m thinking of hipsters now. My arms and mind are full enough of broccoli, substandard-quality ground beef, canned soup and a crying baby.
i was at the local market the other day. i found the most delectable little orange. it had amazing color and texture and alas! when i peeled away that layer of flesh to see its juicy insides, i was overcome by the scent of citrus. it reminded me of simpler times when all this world wasnt so screwed up by this war and famine. maybe back then this local market would be more successful and allow more people to experience the treasure i have found in this one simple orange, in this one simple market.
The locals of a town tell the history of it. The history lies in the grey bearded man lying on the sidewalk, his emily coffee cup hungry for coins. History can be found in the small girl in the pleated skirt, on her way to school before her step-mom knows she’s gone. History lies in the locals. History is seen in the slender woman who quietly sits in the caffe, sipping her tea with her peacoat collar flipped up around her neck, her autumn hat pulled over her forehead to hide her tired face. They all tell their own story – the story that needs to be told.
Local fruits are the best. So are local friends. Keep the people you love close to you, don’t push them away for someone else. Your friends on the phone can wait. After all – they’re texting you. They’re not with you. The people who care enough to be beside you and laugh real laughs at your jokes, smile real smiles at your stories and touch your arm with their real, soft and gentle fingertips, are the ones who truly value you.
Local. Local community. I don’t have much of that. Maybe.
What does it really mean, anyway? When does local stop?
When is someone too far away to be considered a ‘neighbor?’
Are they ever?
community a place of belonging, a place that you contribute to and your efforts return to you almost immediately. this is the real frontier of the modern age, give a little.
Behind the library, my bearded man leans over the rich, brown soil. Locally grown, that’s what we’re going for. Starting an urban farm is difficult, especially in the South where the supermarkets are large and the food is fried. Local has no place here.