“Why now? Why all this now?!” He pressed, frowning at the man that stood in front of him. “We’re in the middle of a major job, thousands of dollars are just within our grasp!”
“I just need to see all your recent transmissions, that’s all I’m asking for.” Gage said calmly, looking him square in the face. The man’s jaw tightened before he grudgingly passed it over. Gage took it with a nod, glancing over it quickly.
“You never answered my question.” The man hissed.
“Because there is a hole in your security,” Gage said, quickly taking mental note of the names, locations, and transit numbers, “a mole among us.”
“A mole,” his eyes widened, “who?!”
Gage looked up at him, feeling the cold metal reassurance pressing against his leg.
“Me.”
We have had moles in our yard this year. Frankly I am terrified of actually seeing one or even finding one dead in the yard. Yuck! It reminds me of poor Thumbulina–almost marrying an old mole. Gross. Thank you neighbors for getting rid of them.
Lisa Perez
It started with a mole. A dark spot on the side of her swan neck. She had scratched at it, her fingers staining red.
How ironic, how poetic, he thought, that the first signs of her ugly death had surfaced on the most beautiful part of her body.
Fucking chemistry. The bane of my existence. Srsly. Kill me now. The moment when the meaning of ‘mole’ went from small furry underground animal to ratios and shit. Gahhhh.
I knew what he was from the first time I met him. With such a sparkling resume, pearly white teeth, and his “best bud” demeanor, he showed his true colors immediately. My superior, in his advanced age (and the onset of senility), had bought the show like he was about to get on a cheap carnival ride. Only when you’ve been one can you truly notice the “tells” of your peers. He was digging deep into this company, only he didn’t realize that I was here first, and he was in for a big surprise.
there’s a mole on that guy’s head the size of texas. it actually might be the shape of texas too. i really like texas. it’s a really pretty place. whenever we visit we would stay at my mom’s best friend’s house in houston. their house was so big and pretty. i like the architecture of the homes there. sometimes i wish homes in california looked like that.
isabella Gonzalez
Ew. Is the first thought that comes to my mind. Witches and dirt. I’m over it. I’m done trying to get it all together and never get dirty. Im tired of everything and dirt and witches and moles.
you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole
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There was a mole, in the garden, and my mother was annoyed by it. She called the terminator. It was gone. My mother was no longer annoyed. This made me happy, but I was sad the mole was terminated. My mother is happy, i am not.
Daniela
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katie
There’s one on my back.
Nicole
When I was younger I always thought that the “beauty mark” on my face was ugly. I never liked calling it a mole because it sounds nasty. I felt like no one would ever like me or accept the way I looked. I wished every day for a chance at beauty without the mole. Now, I embrace my uniqueness and I’m happy :)
beauty mark, hairy and disturbing. i stare at it and hope you do not notice.
Alicia
well as i was saying a mole could be something that grows on your body, as in a freckle looking think but bigger. or you could be talking about the little critter animal that runs around. like a naked mole rat. A furless little guy, im pretty sure that i saw that he is sensitive to light… maybe i think that i saw that somewhere. But either way that you think about it, i guess theyre both a little weird, but hey arent we all? moley moley moley moley moley. lol. makes you giggle a little, right? :)
nikki
The smile. The cherubic cheeks. The shine in her eye. She thinks her countenance besmirched by the dark exclamation point that adds a touch of personality to an otherwise beautiful face. I think otherwise. It’s as if God created perfection, then personalized it.
Matt
The mole in her cheeck was something that I’ve never noticed before. Its one of the things that always been there, but you never realized until you put your full attention to it. Kind of the same was with her: she was always there, always for me, but I’ve never noticed her until I put full attention.
mole. underground, drenching in the blackness and coolness like a bath of mint and lavender. we are moles, always to live underground, under the guise of our own blinders, never to really see what the world has in store, what our future could hold.
Jak
So cute tiny and blind. Conquering the world one tunnel at a time. Beware the dandelions!
Ann
mole. dermatologist. i just saw the dermatologist the other day. i have a real nice guy for a dermatologist. he can tell me i have a lot of moles in a very simple way, not even thinking about it, and it wont be offensive. but not like its a forced compliment either. very sincere, very relaxed. very nice guy.
Tyler
ewwww mole???? is any unwanted lump on ur skin. people can b like moles in life. unwanted pains tat u want to get rid off. the way u apply various creams and ointments to get rid of moles u devise plans to get rid of moles (unwanted people) in your life. you avoid them for starters..
There is a giant, hairy mole above his lip. A little to the left, I guess, if we’re really analyzing it. A bit lady Gaga-esque, except hers is completely rediculous. While his is just mildly embarassing. And unsightly. They had that in common. That, and a penchent for not wearing pants.
Alexa
Margherita fed the garden hose into the hole in her yard. She was a woman on a mission. Turning on the water made her pulse quicken and she grabbed the net and the staple gun. After about 90 seconds, the mole came to the surface and she giggled as she swung the net down. She was proud to have realized the beauty connection between Madonna, Cindy Crawford and Marilyn Monroe.
She reached into the net and placed the small rodent against her left cheek as she raised the staple gun…
Why are you telling me to write about moles again? I don’t want to. I want a new word! There is only so much you can say about a mole. Unless you’re talking about the animal, which is quite unattractive. What good does it do? I’m not really sure, I don’t think they contribute back to the circle of life in any sort of defining/special way.
Hillary
there once was a girl I knew who had a huge mole on her cheek. and she was a nice girl and everything, but whenever I saw her all I saw was this god damned mole. and I would think of Austin Powers. “moley moley moley.” does that make me a terrible person? probably.
Sarah
I have a mole and I like it a lot. Doctors sometimes ask me about it to see if it’s cancer or something but it’s always been there in the same size, shape and colour. I have other things that kind of look like moles but they’re skin colour and annoying and have hair grow out of them and it drives me bananas!
Hillary
That irritating brown spot. I hate it so much. Don’t tell me you don’t see it, because I know you do. When I look in the mirror I see it and even when I’m not I know it’s there. I want to have it removed, but is this natural hideousness better than an unnatural surgical scar that everyone will always ask about? I can’t be sure.
Kayla Allen
Are you a mouse? Or something different? Are you a creature, or a measurement of science? Or maybe, you are a potentially unsightly blemish on someone’s skin. I guess you are all of these things, mister mole. Truthfully, I just don’t have much to say about you. My apologies.
It scratched. It dug. It did its best to get to the place it thought it was heading. But the mole realized he didn’t exactly know where he was going. But he knew that it was for the good of the colony.
Kyrsten
It had always bothered her, that tiny almost imperceptible imperfection. Unnoticeable to many, it was Julie’s blaring default, her “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect. Not even close.”
It was a tiny, almost imperceptible, imperfection. Unnoticeable to almost all, it was to Julie her blaring deformity that seemed to say, “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect, not even close…”
i m sitting with a mole…. mole is a mole… i like mole… mole are of different colours….. they can be red, orange, blue etc etc…
my life is ruined by moles… i am ntt a mole..!!
Rizwan Saleem
She had one on the side of her nose, but other than that she was really quite pretty. She’s getting married this week, actually. She’ll be wiping her own counters and mopping her own floors and putting her husband through school and I’m still here, never been kissed. Her hair was always the most lovely shade of brown, but, again, that mole…
Lindsey W
i just wrote about this and i chose to go back because when i tried to submit it anonymously it referred me to an error page. the nerve. Good thing i like to write about nothing in particular. Times Up!
Kristina
a mole is tattletale in an agency or a corporation that leaks information out
+ Its an animal that can kill snakes!!
so both types of moles are dangerous to their respective preys :)
Taha
i only have one mole but alyssa thinks that i have a lot but really they are freckles so we googled if what i have are moles or freckles and i guess we never really figured it out but i think moles are just the raised ones but i only have one mole on my eyebrow and the rest are only freckles but it’s really confusing. who knows anyways.
sarah
It had always bothered her, that tiny imperfection. Unnoticeable to many, it was Julie’s blaring default, her “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect. Not even close.”
Nebraska
flexed stability folding underneath orbs of indifference. irregular and superior glistening over tanned sands, reminiscent of a time the womb’s exit seemed so gentle.
I want you to love every part of me. The freckle on my nose, the way my hair never falls perfectly straight, that little mole on my back. I want to entrance you with all of my quirks. I want you to argue with me when you know I’m wrong, or I’m just feeling fiesty that day. I want you to love God then me, in that order. And most of all, I want to meet you someday soon.
“Why now? Why all this now?!” He pressed, frowning at the man that stood in front of him. “We’re in the middle of a major job, thousands of dollars are just within our grasp!”
“I just need to see all your recent transmissions, that’s all I’m asking for.” Gage said calmly, looking him square in the face. The man’s jaw tightened before he grudgingly passed it over. Gage took it with a nod, glancing over it quickly.
“You never answered my question.” The man hissed.
“Because there is a hole in your security,” Gage said, quickly taking mental note of the names, locations, and transit numbers, “a mole among us.”
“A mole,” his eyes widened, “who?!”
Gage looked up at him, feeling the cold metal reassurance pressing against his leg.
“Me.”
We have had moles in our yard this year. Frankly I am terrified of actually seeing one or even finding one dead in the yard. Yuck! It reminds me of poor Thumbulina–almost marrying an old mole. Gross. Thank you neighbors for getting rid of them.
It started with a mole. A dark spot on the side of her swan neck. She had scratched at it, her fingers staining red.
How ironic, how poetic, he thought, that the first signs of her ugly death had surfaced on the most beautiful part of her body.
Fucking chemistry. The bane of my existence. Srsly. Kill me now. The moment when the meaning of ‘mole’ went from small furry underground animal to ratios and shit. Gahhhh.
I knew what he was from the first time I met him. With such a sparkling resume, pearly white teeth, and his “best bud” demeanor, he showed his true colors immediately. My superior, in his advanced age (and the onset of senility), had bought the show like he was about to get on a cheap carnival ride. Only when you’ve been one can you truly notice the “tells” of your peers. He was digging deep into this company, only he didn’t realize that I was here first, and he was in for a big surprise.
there’s a mole on that guy’s head the size of texas. it actually might be the shape of texas too. i really like texas. it’s a really pretty place. whenever we visit we would stay at my mom’s best friend’s house in houston. their house was so big and pretty. i like the architecture of the homes there. sometimes i wish homes in california looked like that.
Ew. Is the first thought that comes to my mind. Witches and dirt. I’m over it. I’m done trying to get it all together and never get dirty. Im tired of everything and dirt and witches and moles.
you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole you’re a mole
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There was a mole, in the garden, and my mother was annoyed by it. She called the terminator. It was gone. My mother was no longer annoyed. This made me happy, but I was sad the mole was terminated. My mother is happy, i am not.
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There’s one on my back.
When I was younger I always thought that the “beauty mark” on my face was ugly. I never liked calling it a mole because it sounds nasty. I felt like no one would ever like me or accept the way I looked. I wished every day for a chance at beauty without the mole. Now, I embrace my uniqueness and I’m happy :)
beauty mark, hairy and disturbing. i stare at it and hope you do not notice.
well as i was saying a mole could be something that grows on your body, as in a freckle looking think but bigger. or you could be talking about the little critter animal that runs around. like a naked mole rat. A furless little guy, im pretty sure that i saw that he is sensitive to light… maybe i think that i saw that somewhere. But either way that you think about it, i guess theyre both a little weird, but hey arent we all? moley moley moley moley moley. lol. makes you giggle a little, right? :)
The smile. The cherubic cheeks. The shine in her eye. She thinks her countenance besmirched by the dark exclamation point that adds a touch of personality to an otherwise beautiful face. I think otherwise. It’s as if God created perfection, then personalized it.
The mole in her cheeck was something that I’ve never noticed before. Its one of the things that always been there, but you never realized until you put your full attention to it. Kind of the same was with her: she was always there, always for me, but I’ve never noticed her until I put full attention.
mole. underground, drenching in the blackness and coolness like a bath of mint and lavender. we are moles, always to live underground, under the guise of our own blinders, never to really see what the world has in store, what our future could hold.
So cute tiny and blind. Conquering the world one tunnel at a time. Beware the dandelions!
mole. dermatologist. i just saw the dermatologist the other day. i have a real nice guy for a dermatologist. he can tell me i have a lot of moles in a very simple way, not even thinking about it, and it wont be offensive. but not like its a forced compliment either. very sincere, very relaxed. very nice guy.
ewwww mole???? is any unwanted lump on ur skin. people can b like moles in life. unwanted pains tat u want to get rid off. the way u apply various creams and ointments to get rid of moles u devise plans to get rid of moles (unwanted people) in your life. you avoid them for starters..
There is a giant, hairy mole above his lip. A little to the left, I guess, if we’re really analyzing it. A bit lady Gaga-esque, except hers is completely rediculous. While his is just mildly embarassing. And unsightly. They had that in common. That, and a penchent for not wearing pants.
Margherita fed the garden hose into the hole in her yard. She was a woman on a mission. Turning on the water made her pulse quicken and she grabbed the net and the staple gun. After about 90 seconds, the mole came to the surface and she giggled as she swung the net down. She was proud to have realized the beauty connection between Madonna, Cindy Crawford and Marilyn Monroe.
She reached into the net and placed the small rodent against her left cheek as she raised the staple gun…
Why are you telling me to write about moles again? I don’t want to. I want a new word! There is only so much you can say about a mole. Unless you’re talking about the animal, which is quite unattractive. What good does it do? I’m not really sure, I don’t think they contribute back to the circle of life in any sort of defining/special way.
there once was a girl I knew who had a huge mole on her cheek. and she was a nice girl and everything, but whenever I saw her all I saw was this god damned mole. and I would think of Austin Powers. “moley moley moley.” does that make me a terrible person? probably.
I have a mole and I like it a lot. Doctors sometimes ask me about it to see if it’s cancer or something but it’s always been there in the same size, shape and colour. I have other things that kind of look like moles but they’re skin colour and annoying and have hair grow out of them and it drives me bananas!
That irritating brown spot. I hate it so much. Don’t tell me you don’t see it, because I know you do. When I look in the mirror I see it and even when I’m not I know it’s there. I want to have it removed, but is this natural hideousness better than an unnatural surgical scar that everyone will always ask about? I can’t be sure.
Are you a mouse? Or something different? Are you a creature, or a measurement of science? Or maybe, you are a potentially unsightly blemish on someone’s skin. I guess you are all of these things, mister mole. Truthfully, I just don’t have much to say about you. My apologies.
liar; he’s a liar and he doesn’t mean anything he says. he’s just spinning lies and love and information from that drunken mouth of yours.
It scratched. It dug. It did its best to get to the place it thought it was heading. But the mole realized he didn’t exactly know where he was going. But he knew that it was for the good of the colony.
It had always bothered her, that tiny almost imperceptible imperfection. Unnoticeable to many, it was Julie’s blaring default, her “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect. Not even close.”
It was a tiny, almost imperceptible, imperfection. Unnoticeable to almost all, it was to Julie her blaring deformity that seemed to say, “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect, not even close…”
i m sitting with a mole…. mole is a mole… i like mole… mole are of different colours….. they can be red, orange, blue etc etc…
my life is ruined by moles… i am ntt a mole..!!
She had one on the side of her nose, but other than that she was really quite pretty. She’s getting married this week, actually. She’ll be wiping her own counters and mopping her own floors and putting her husband through school and I’m still here, never been kissed. Her hair was always the most lovely shade of brown, but, again, that mole…
i just wrote about this and i chose to go back because when i tried to submit it anonymously it referred me to an error page. the nerve. Good thing i like to write about nothing in particular. Times Up!
a mole is tattletale in an agency or a corporation that leaks information out
+ Its an animal that can kill snakes!!
so both types of moles are dangerous to their respective preys :)
i only have one mole but alyssa thinks that i have a lot but really they are freckles so we googled if what i have are moles or freckles and i guess we never really figured it out but i think moles are just the raised ones but i only have one mole on my eyebrow and the rest are only freckles but it’s really confusing. who knows anyways.
It had always bothered her, that tiny imperfection. Unnoticeable to many, it was Julie’s blaring default, her “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect. Not even close.”
flexed stability folding underneath orbs of indifference. irregular and superior glistening over tanned sands, reminiscent of a time the womb’s exit seemed so gentle.
I want you to love every part of me. The freckle on my nose, the way my hair never falls perfectly straight, that little mole on my back. I want to entrance you with all of my quirks. I want you to argue with me when you know I’m wrong, or I’m just feeling fiesty that day. I want you to love God then me, in that order. And most of all, I want to meet you someday soon.
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