I had a mailbox last time. Maybe I’m destined to think about the mail box and how it works forever. Maybe I’m to enter the Post Office service to receive abuse from many members of the public.
I’ve been doing that for far too long
chrisgray23@googlemail.com
Oh gosh, I haven’t got one. There’s a hole with a flap which acts as one – though it’s more off a small gateway.
Don’t they appear in many different fashions, as we’ve seen on television?
They are useful yet so far away from the home. It could lead people to nicking your stuff.
Chris Gray
The mailbox stood empty. It’s flag sullenly laying at the side. The deep blue canvased its sleek surface. Would it ever feel alive again? Would it feel used should someone come?
Mandy
I checked it everyday, sometimes twice or thrice to see if there were any words waiting for me from faraway friends. On occasion, I would find a treasure there, and would devour it with my eyes. My heart would ache with the emotions that the contents of envelopes inspired within me. I would almost never find time to write back.
Kendra
I hardly ever get anything in the mailbox… not anything except for bills. But I guess it could be way worse. I could get things in my mailbox that I wish weren’t there. Like a gift from the unibomber. Or a bag of poo. So really, life isn’t that hard.
Regina
Every day I check my mailbox for that letter. I don’t think it wwill ever come.
Anonymous
The mail comes usually 3 time a week. Usually there are just bills and exciting flyers wanting you to spend money, but every once in a while there is something special.
B.G.
Mailboxes are interesting, you can post mail, send letter, write letters, they can remind you to send letters to people you miss and love, it is easier to express on paper aka as sending letters than to actually confront in person or over the phone, basically, orally. Oh well, we should have more mailboxes in saudi, like in front of all the houses.. it would be usefull
hayls
A mailbox is something that you can put the mail in and then a dude comes and picks it up and delivers it to whomever you want to send it to. You can send all kinds of things in it. There are different types of mailboxes too — some are locked and kept in the post office, others are in front of houses and you have to raise a little stick thing when you want the post man to pick up the mail. The cost for postage changes and it costs you more and more.
Anonymous
when i get after it, i run over my own mailbox and blame someone else. it is a perpetual cycle of confusion
gregg
mailbox mailbox hailbox dick in a box
Anonymous
a place where the mail-man puts your mail; don’t blow them up; in front of the house; on a wall or post; has a flag;
Anonymous
my mailbox is unexistant. its not because i do not want one, it is because i cannot afford one. my mailbox is my heart that never receives any kindness. It does, however, try to send love.
s\
I can’t wait to look in my mailbox this January. I was on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, and I won a lot of money. It changed my life. Even better would be if some agent discovered me on the show and gave me a job as a game show host. Now THAT would be my lifelong dream complete.
Christian
“Don’t open the mailbox!” he shouted, dashing madly towards me. For some reason, his words didn’t “click” in my mind until I had gripped the handle and yanked it down.
A thrill went through my body when I saw what was inside. It was a deep, black hole, leading to a place.
Rosie
I wish I received letters in the mailbox. Like old days when you’re a kid and mailed one off to your grandma and received a birthday card back with a check written for five dollars. I never did see that cash in my hands. I wonder if my parents took the annual five dollar checks.
someone
I don’t care if I get a letter from him. I don’t care if he writes to me about how much he loves me, or if he sends a scathing note of how he never wants to see me again. I don’t care anymore about him sending me a picture, a lock of hair, a booby-trapped envelope to remember him by. I care so not much that it hurts.
Leah
the mailbox is where I love to go. Whether it’s raining or snowing, sleeting or sunny, I head on out that front door, cross the street (looking both ways of course) and open up that little door that holds such interesting stuff.
Shelly
The mailman came. He opened the door. In went the letters, but the box…
B.G.
I once ordered some toys as a child in those days it was a wait of up to 8 weeks to get things by catalog, that didn’t stop me from checking the mailbox pretty much everyday for a while… I eventually tired of looking and when the toys came I had all but forgotten about them.
Geif
waht you put mail in for fifty dollars trabek
Anonymous
the mailbox stood at the end of the lane. she stared at it daily, wondering if today was the day she would get out of bed and make it there to check it herself. she always had pre thought of excuses. my bones are too tired, i dont feel well today, there wont be anything there anyways. she wanted to get out of bed, but it was so easy to watch the world pass by her as she sat there with ease.
marissa
Every day, full with important information. But empty of anything important to me.
Jacordx
Somewhere in Baffin Bay, on a block o’ brash ice broken off some bergy bit, a red mailbox stands alone.
Hummuck & Bummock
all descending, more cessation than ever; the sanctity and pathetic innocence of the illution of destination. ground and round and round we go; you should know.
sgongora
postbox is red i new my friends a would buy me a drink if i said so so insteAAD i played miming ges in the hope theyd buy me a tea from my
Anonymous
i check my mail everyday, or rather every half an hour. this cause me problem with concentration. many times i told myself to check email once in a big while, but i ended up keeping my mailbox open all the time. i think it’s a big waste of time as i can’t really do anything during this period.
i love gmail. it’s very nea fast.
huy
Really embarrassed because I put ‘their’ instead of ‘there’. I am ashamed. :(
Rachel
I checked my mailbox today and their was a card from my mother. It was a Christmas card. It was really pretty with gold stars and glitter and a pretty fancy cursive text. In my neighborhood we don’t have real mailboxes with the flag or anything. Just the little box. When I move into my own house I will definitely move to a place where you can have your own mail box and mine will be the most awesome one on the street.
Rachel
i walked outside to the mailbox, i always wish we had a nicer one. ours is boring, blue with flowers. such a typical mailbox. if it had polkadots or hearts on it, than i may like it. but no, we have to have a boring one. plus, i never get mail, so it doesnt really matter anyway
lauren ann
Pneumatic tubes carry my letters hither with a dramatic shwoosh, kachunk. Ah but dare I open them? The news is grim, friends. Shwoosh, kachunk.
№ ∂ı₠
blooming bloody thing
always on my mind, can’t stop writing letters you see. and people won’t stop sending them
maybe i should check my mailbox
we don’;t have mailboxes here, only postboxes, and chicken ranches, for reering cattle on
i have a letterbox, the “mail” goes straight from the postman’s hand into my house
no need to journey to the “mailbox”
it’s a good system
andy
I need a soul, any soul. Any soul will do…
Nombre
bills letters anticipation mostly bills
yes
bills are very unfortunate
i should learn how to count money better
waiting
waiting for mail
for letters that never will.
Anonymous
I used to think of mailbox as an old tin apparatus located inside my gate…now all i can think of is Yahoo or Gmail…gosh…how different a lifetime can do to everyone!
dmagdalene
The mailman takes the carefully laid eggs of mailboxes and replaces them with his own. Like federally protected blue jay of some sort.
Snorgenflauer.
mailbox gets and brings mail mail on planes too!
garrett
A mailbox is a thing of beauty. Sitting at the bottom of your drive all painted up. Sometimes with a wind-chime attached, just for the romanticism of it! I’ve always liked mail as well, except bills, bills are rubbish. Letters from Aunties, Uncles and Cousins always go straight in the bin too, as lets face it, they’re well boring!
Alexxx
today I opened my mailbox and found an email from the university telling me that I had not registered for my interim exam. this was very unpleasing to me because my interim exam would start in 30 minutes after I opened my mailbox. I was fully prepared but I would not be able to participate in the exam.
John Lennon
She opened the mailbox to see that it was empty. She became suspicious. The mailman had just disappeared around the corner in his tiny blue-and-white mail truck thing (she never knew what to call those tiny little vehicles). She was sure that he’d opened up the mailbox and put something inside. Something big–a package, probably.
I had a mailbox last time. Maybe I’m destined to think about the mail box and how it works forever. Maybe I’m to enter the Post Office service to receive abuse from many members of the public.
I’ve been doing that for far too long
Oh gosh, I haven’t got one. There’s a hole with a flap which acts as one – though it’s more off a small gateway.
Don’t they appear in many different fashions, as we’ve seen on television?
They are useful yet so far away from the home. It could lead people to nicking your stuff.
The mailbox stood empty. It’s flag sullenly laying at the side. The deep blue canvased its sleek surface. Would it ever feel alive again? Would it feel used should someone come?
I checked it everyday, sometimes twice or thrice to see if there were any words waiting for me from faraway friends. On occasion, I would find a treasure there, and would devour it with my eyes. My heart would ache with the emotions that the contents of envelopes inspired within me. I would almost never find time to write back.
I hardly ever get anything in the mailbox… not anything except for bills. But I guess it could be way worse. I could get things in my mailbox that I wish weren’t there. Like a gift from the unibomber. Or a bag of poo. So really, life isn’t that hard.
Every day I check my mailbox for that letter. I don’t think it wwill ever come.
The mail comes usually 3 time a week. Usually there are just bills and exciting flyers wanting you to spend money, but every once in a while there is something special.
Mailboxes are interesting, you can post mail, send letter, write letters, they can remind you to send letters to people you miss and love, it is easier to express on paper aka as sending letters than to actually confront in person or over the phone, basically, orally. Oh well, we should have more mailboxes in saudi, like in front of all the houses.. it would be usefull
A mailbox is something that you can put the mail in and then a dude comes and picks it up and delivers it to whomever you want to send it to. You can send all kinds of things in it. There are different types of mailboxes too — some are locked and kept in the post office, others are in front of houses and you have to raise a little stick thing when you want the post man to pick up the mail. The cost for postage changes and it costs you more and more.
when i get after it, i run over my own mailbox and blame someone else. it is a perpetual cycle of confusion
mailbox mailbox hailbox dick in a box
a place where the mail-man puts your mail; don’t blow them up; in front of the house; on a wall or post; has a flag;
my mailbox is unexistant. its not because i do not want one, it is because i cannot afford one. my mailbox is my heart that never receives any kindness. It does, however, try to send love.
I can’t wait to look in my mailbox this January. I was on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, and I won a lot of money. It changed my life. Even better would be if some agent discovered me on the show and gave me a job as a game show host. Now THAT would be my lifelong dream complete.
“Don’t open the mailbox!” he shouted, dashing madly towards me. For some reason, his words didn’t “click” in my mind until I had gripped the handle and yanked it down.
A thrill went through my body when I saw what was inside. It was a deep, black hole, leading to a place.
I wish I received letters in the mailbox. Like old days when you’re a kid and mailed one off to your grandma and received a birthday card back with a check written for five dollars. I never did see that cash in my hands. I wonder if my parents took the annual five dollar checks.
I don’t care if I get a letter from him. I don’t care if he writes to me about how much he loves me, or if he sends a scathing note of how he never wants to see me again. I don’t care anymore about him sending me a picture, a lock of hair, a booby-trapped envelope to remember him by. I care so not much that it hurts.
the mailbox is where I love to go. Whether it’s raining or snowing, sleeting or sunny, I head on out that front door, cross the street (looking both ways of course) and open up that little door that holds such interesting stuff.
The mailman came. He opened the door. In went the letters, but the box…
I once ordered some toys as a child in those days it was a wait of up to 8 weeks to get things by catalog, that didn’t stop me from checking the mailbox pretty much everyday for a while… I eventually tired of looking and when the toys came I had all but forgotten about them.
waht you put mail in for fifty dollars trabek
the mailbox stood at the end of the lane. she stared at it daily, wondering if today was the day she would get out of bed and make it there to check it herself. she always had pre thought of excuses. my bones are too tired, i dont feel well today, there wont be anything there anyways. she wanted to get out of bed, but it was so easy to watch the world pass by her as she sat there with ease.
Every day, full with important information. But empty of anything important to me.
Somewhere in Baffin Bay, on a block o’ brash ice broken off some bergy bit, a red mailbox stands alone.
all descending, more cessation than ever; the sanctity and pathetic innocence of the illution of destination. ground and round and round we go; you should know.
postbox is red i new my friends a would buy me a drink if i said so so insteAAD i played miming ges in the hope theyd buy me a tea from my
i check my mail everyday, or rather every half an hour. this cause me problem with concentration. many times i told myself to check email once in a big while, but i ended up keeping my mailbox open all the time. i think it’s a big waste of time as i can’t really do anything during this period.
i love gmail. it’s very nea fast.
Really embarrassed because I put ‘their’ instead of ‘there’. I am ashamed. :(
I checked my mailbox today and their was a card from my mother. It was a Christmas card. It was really pretty with gold stars and glitter and a pretty fancy cursive text. In my neighborhood we don’t have real mailboxes with the flag or anything. Just the little box. When I move into my own house I will definitely move to a place where you can have your own mail box and mine will be the most awesome one on the street.
i walked outside to the mailbox, i always wish we had a nicer one. ours is boring, blue with flowers. such a typical mailbox. if it had polkadots or hearts on it, than i may like it. but no, we have to have a boring one. plus, i never get mail, so it doesnt really matter anyway
Pneumatic tubes carry my letters hither with a dramatic shwoosh, kachunk. Ah but dare I open them? The news is grim, friends. Shwoosh, kachunk.
blooming bloody thing
always on my mind, can’t stop writing letters you see. and people won’t stop sending them
maybe i should check my mailbox
we don’;t have mailboxes here, only postboxes, and chicken ranches, for reering cattle on
i have a letterbox, the “mail” goes straight from the postman’s hand into my house
no need to journey to the “mailbox”
it’s a good system
I need a soul, any soul. Any soul will do…
bills letters anticipation mostly bills
yes
bills are very unfortunate
i should learn how to count money better
waiting
waiting for mail
for letters that never will.
I used to think of mailbox as an old tin apparatus located inside my gate…now all i can think of is Yahoo or Gmail…gosh…how different a lifetime can do to everyone!
The mailman takes the carefully laid eggs of mailboxes and replaces them with his own. Like federally protected blue jay of some sort.
mailbox gets and brings mail mail on planes too!
A mailbox is a thing of beauty. Sitting at the bottom of your drive all painted up. Sometimes with a wind-chime attached, just for the romanticism of it! I’ve always liked mail as well, except bills, bills are rubbish. Letters from Aunties, Uncles and Cousins always go straight in the bin too, as lets face it, they’re well boring!
today I opened my mailbox and found an email from the university telling me that I had not registered for my interim exam. this was very unpleasing to me because my interim exam would start in 30 minutes after I opened my mailbox. I was fully prepared but I would not be able to participate in the exam.
She opened the mailbox to see that it was empty. She became suspicious. The mailman had just disappeared around the corner in his tiny blue-and-white mail truck thing (she never knew what to call those tiny little vehicles). She was sure that he’d opened up the mailbox and put something inside. Something big–a package, probably.