Eran amarillos. De una madera especial, muy dura. Alfonso me los había cortado de aquel árbol en medio de la selva detrás de su casa. Cada tanto iba a ver las trampas y encontraba un carpincho, una tortuga, un cuatí.
she searched through her desk, he shelves, he closet. after a while she had almost given up when finally she felt a sharp prick as she sat down. she soon realized where she had left her needle.
Samantha Clemente
She heard it ping behind her. Ugh. It was new too.
Desperately, as fast as possible, she searched. Dust rose up to cling to her throat like her children clung to her skirts, hungry for food that wasn’t in the pantries and for love she felt she couldn’t give.
I felt the needle poking through my skin. The unexperienced nurse put it in the wrong vein. She pushed on the end and i felt a burning in my shoulder.
Gwen
darn there it is. the prick. I never know how it happens, but somehow it always does. no matter what it is I’m trying to fix: jeans, sweater, sock, stuffed panda, t-shirt – there’s always the one moment where I lose the rhythm I first established.
rachel
I love donating blood. The only part that irks me is when they slice your finger with that tiny piece of glass. When they insert the needle into my vein I feel relief. It’s like I’m knitting a river of life that can be given to someone else.
EllieG
A needle is hard to find in a haystack
Hard to thread in the dark
Hard to pass through and painfull to stick in your finger
but great for sewing with, long or short usually metal with a hole one end.
A needle in the haystack is such a crazy little saying, but what does it mean really? The implication is that a needle is impossible to find in a haystack. I say hogwash! It’s time we start chasing our dreams and even more so the ones that say they are impossible. No more needless needles to chase, but dreams come in extremely small packages that most people won’t chase. You can chase yours! Start today!
its pointy it kinda hurt sometimes, it can be used for innovations to make things, not just to sew cloth to cloth and fabric to fabric but also electronics to fabric, it can also be used to carry signals from one to another if they were metal… now that would be fucking cool, this thing is an idea maker!!!1 helps you make the next big thing
zeus
Needles are used for sewing and surgery. They are usually made out of metal and are very sharp and pointed. Needles are also used for giving tattoos and needles usually have a hole at the end.
Nikkola
I hate needles. I really fucking hate them. The doctors always say it won’t hurt, but they LIE. Seriously, what is with people and needles? I don’t get people on the ‘roids, because needles are scary things. The only thing they are good for is piercing people. Wait…
Amanda
I hate needles. I think they are horrible and painful. However, they can lead to wonderful things like piercings, tattoos, and cures for certain diseases. Although not good, they can be used to shoot heroin, too. I don’t like needles.
kate
I really wasn’t ready for it but my friends started pressuring and pressuring me into doing it. I sat down in the chair and the burliest man came out and asked me what i wanted. I handed him a paper with a picture on it and he said okay. The needle hit my skin and i almost passed out and when i woke up with a tattoo and i’m out of time
He keeps twitching. Almost like he’s dreaming. But he’s not is he. Not to you. You said he had no soul. He’s an animal. Not a human. But I know better. Deep in his heart he does know how to love. He loves me, purely and simply. We eat together and I see that. We sleep together and I see that. I love him so much.
Elizabeth
the thought of shots when I was in kindergarten. terrifying. sickness. pain and bruising. embarrasment of the hospital after too much vodka. blood flowing up through the iv by an accidental movement. needle. pricking. stabbing. puncuating.
kai
pointed and prickly. sharp and small. like mom’s words. pricking me. tattoing my skin. i pushed it into me. deeper, hitting a vain
riddhi
She doesn’t have any needle to use in sewing.
Manuel M. Peralta
One last time she said, this would be it, she would stop using, and create a whole new life for herself. There she goes again. Lieing to herself, breaking promises that she knew she could never keep. She misses the way things were, the way people used to look at her and the way she used to look at herself.
Jenna
the needle passed slowly through my heart. stopping just short of the core of my very being, it injected, as if in slow motion, a viscous liquid. rendering all my emotions suddenly and always silent.
kimbo
how odd that she dare bring a needle to mend my heart… the same heart she had ripped apart, while twisting the dagger of her selfish and ungrateful love
i am not afraid of one, although both my sister and my mother are terrified of them. what is the point? it’s typically handled with care, unless you are a druggie of some sort. needles. they’re needed in medical rooms, for the humor both tattooes and piercings. nothing to be afriad, but why then?
Brie
I felt the growl tremble in my throat, my ice blue eyes flickered anger. I had come to help her, and she would betray me like this? I knocked the empty needle from her trembling hand. Didn’t she know wolfbain and garlic didn’t work on vampires?
The pointe shoe was resting in my left hand as i grabbed the needle and thread with my right and pierced the satin shoe and ribbon binding them together. As i mad the stitches sewing the ribbons onto the shoes i remembered these would be my last pair of pointe shoes i would need knowing i wouldn’t dance again after the closing night of my last show.
Brooks Smith
The needle is a means of many evils and wonders. It can trap fiends to a life of desolate bitterness and dependence. It can piece together fabrics to clothe the beings of the world. It is just an object, how it is used depends on the user.
Jake Hanlon
The needle and the spoon, was at one time my right to happiness. It brought false pleasure and feelings of superiority, and what I thought was my right to be my unique self without telling anyone about it. The choice I’ve made now it to Live.
Todd
Theres a place in the world where bad people don’t hurt others.
that world is ruled by a great king and queen.
the prince is young and beuatiful..theres love ther
Filipe
Needle. It represents fear, for some of us. But for those who rely on blood transfusions to have any hope of getting better, it represents so much more. There are people out there who really care, and that’s a lot bigger than one tiny, sharp piece of metal.
these always remind me of two things: sewing machines and hospitals. my upbringing taught me a lot about both. let’s just say, if you need my help with either, i’d be of great service. stitcher meet… stitcher.
My shin cries out in pain
Each pulse of the leg
One second longer
of pain
Pure coursing pain
Winding me up
Beating
Beating
Upon my leg
Camille Bishop
What was the point? Who knows. All I know is that I had time and forever to look at every single piece of hay. And I would. My needle, my shooting star, my four leaf clover.
The camel jumps through the eye seeking to sew his money to the gate. The rich man finds that this needles him and is ready to throw pins at the camel. So they look to the heavens and then the rain stings their eyes like needles being poked into them.
In the morning, I wake up and shower in the darkness. I get up before everyone because to me, getting ready is a process. I pick my outfit while shampooing my hair, and the I stick to that choice. If I didn’t I would never get out of the house. This morning the shirt I wanted didn’t fit right. I got out a needle and thread, and with a few quick alterations it was perfect. I went to school and all felt right with the world. I love feeling domestic.
Once there was an old woman who lived in a house much like one’s heard about in fairy tales. The old women would sit in her living room everyday looking out of her window and the enormous forest surrounding her. She would sit in her old wooden rocking chair and hem and sew items using needles that were past down from generation to generation of Deboughs.
Eran amarillos. De una madera especial, muy dura. Alfonso me los había cortado de aquel árbol en medio de la selva detrás de su casa. Cada tanto iba a ver las trampas y encontraba un carpincho, una tortuga, un cuatí.
she searched through her desk, he shelves, he closet. after a while she had almost given up when finally she felt a sharp prick as she sat down. she soon realized where she had left her needle.
She heard it ping behind her. Ugh. It was new too.
Desperately, as fast as possible, she searched. Dust rose up to cling to her throat like her children clung to her skirts, hungry for food that wasn’t in the pantries and for love she felt she couldn’t give.
She had to find it.
Somehow.
I felt the needle poking through my skin. The unexperienced nurse put it in the wrong vein. She pushed on the end and i felt a burning in my shoulder.
darn there it is. the prick. I never know how it happens, but somehow it always does. no matter what it is I’m trying to fix: jeans, sweater, sock, stuffed panda, t-shirt – there’s always the one moment where I lose the rhythm I first established.
I love donating blood. The only part that irks me is when they slice your finger with that tiny piece of glass. When they insert the needle into my vein I feel relief. It’s like I’m knitting a river of life that can be given to someone else.
A needle is hard to find in a haystack
Hard to thread in the dark
Hard to pass through and painfull to stick in your finger
but great for sewing with, long or short usually metal with a hole one end.
A needle in the haystack is such a crazy little saying, but what does it mean really? The implication is that a needle is impossible to find in a haystack. I say hogwash! It’s time we start chasing our dreams and even more so the ones that say they are impossible. No more needless needles to chase, but dreams come in extremely small packages that most people won’t chase. You can chase yours! Start today!
the needle hith me in the face playing whit it .
its pointy it kinda hurt sometimes, it can be used for innovations to make things, not just to sew cloth to cloth and fabric to fabric but also electronics to fabric, it can also be used to carry signals from one to another if they were metal… now that would be fucking cool, this thing is an idea maker!!!1 helps you make the next big thing
Needles are used for sewing and surgery. They are usually made out of metal and are very sharp and pointed. Needles are also used for giving tattoos and needles usually have a hole at the end.
I hate needles. I really fucking hate them. The doctors always say it won’t hurt, but they LIE. Seriously, what is with people and needles? I don’t get people on the ‘roids, because needles are scary things. The only thing they are good for is piercing people. Wait…
I hate needles. I think they are horrible and painful. However, they can lead to wonderful things like piercings, tattoos, and cures for certain diseases. Although not good, they can be used to shoot heroin, too. I don’t like needles.
I really wasn’t ready for it but my friends started pressuring and pressuring me into doing it. I sat down in the chair and the burliest man came out and asked me what i wanted. I handed him a paper with a picture on it and he said okay. The needle hit my skin and i almost passed out and when i woke up with a tattoo and i’m out of time
Spin the needle, and remain in silence. A hushed word or shuffled feet, a glance, a stare. Stay.
hey you! yeah, you over there with the camel! think you can jump through this hoop?
He keeps twitching. Almost like he’s dreaming. But he’s not is he. Not to you. You said he had no soul. He’s an animal. Not a human. But I know better. Deep in his heart he does know how to love. He loves me, purely and simply. We eat together and I see that. We sleep together and I see that. I love him so much.
the thought of shots when I was in kindergarten. terrifying. sickness. pain and bruising. embarrasment of the hospital after too much vodka. blood flowing up through the iv by an accidental movement. needle. pricking. stabbing. puncuating.
pointed and prickly. sharp and small. like mom’s words. pricking me. tattoing my skin. i pushed it into me. deeper, hitting a vain
She doesn’t have any needle to use in sewing.
One last time she said, this would be it, she would stop using, and create a whole new life for herself. There she goes again. Lieing to herself, breaking promises that she knew she could never keep. She misses the way things were, the way people used to look at her and the way she used to look at herself.
the needle passed slowly through my heart. stopping just short of the core of my very being, it injected, as if in slow motion, a viscous liquid. rendering all my emotions suddenly and always silent.
how odd that she dare bring a needle to mend my heart… the same heart she had ripped apart, while twisting the dagger of her selfish and ungrateful love
i am not afraid of one, although both my sister and my mother are terrified of them. what is the point? it’s typically handled with care, unless you are a druggie of some sort. needles. they’re needed in medical rooms, for the humor both tattooes and piercings. nothing to be afriad, but why then?
I felt the growl tremble in my throat, my ice blue eyes flickered anger. I had come to help her, and she would betray me like this? I knocked the empty needle from her trembling hand. Didn’t she know wolfbain and garlic didn’t work on vampires?
needle me. wheedle me. tweedle dee dum. it’s the song we sing. even when it’s raining. and the window is smeared with tears.
The pointe shoe was resting in my left hand as i grabbed the needle and thread with my right and pierced the satin shoe and ribbon binding them together. As i mad the stitches sewing the ribbons onto the shoes i remembered these would be my last pair of pointe shoes i would need knowing i wouldn’t dance again after the closing night of my last show.
The needle is a means of many evils and wonders. It can trap fiends to a life of desolate bitterness and dependence. It can piece together fabrics to clothe the beings of the world. It is just an object, how it is used depends on the user.
The needle and the spoon, was at one time my right to happiness. It brought false pleasure and feelings of superiority, and what I thought was my right to be my unique self without telling anyone about it. The choice I’ve made now it to Live.
Theres a place in the world where bad people don’t hurt others.
that world is ruled by a great king and queen.
the prince is young and beuatiful..theres love ther
Needle. It represents fear, for some of us. But for those who rely on blood transfusions to have any hope of getting better, it represents so much more. There are people out there who really care, and that’s a lot bigger than one tiny, sharp piece of metal.
these always remind me of two things: sewing machines and hospitals. my upbringing taught me a lot about both. let’s just say, if you need my help with either, i’d be of great service. stitcher meet… stitcher.
The needles pinch my skin
They burn
My shin cries out in pain
Each pulse of the leg
One second longer
of pain
Pure coursing pain
Winding me up
Beating
Beating
Upon my leg
What was the point? Who knows. All I know is that I had time and forever to look at every single piece of hay. And I would. My needle, my shooting star, my four leaf clover.
The camel jumps through the eye seeking to sew his money to the gate. The rich man finds that this needles him and is ready to throw pins at the camel. So they look to the heavens and then the rain stings their eyes like needles being poked into them.
A needle is something to use when you sew things. You use a needle and thread to to sew stuff.
A needle is a sharp piece of metal that is very skinny.
These remind me of the horrific days when i had to get booster shots. A sore arm for a whole day how terrible.
In the morning, I wake up and shower in the darkness. I get up before everyone because to me, getting ready is a process. I pick my outfit while shampooing my hair, and the I stick to that choice. If I didn’t I would never get out of the house. This morning the shirt I wanted didn’t fit right. I got out a needle and thread, and with a few quick alterations it was perfect. I went to school and all felt right with the world. I love feeling domestic.
Once there was an old woman who lived in a house much like one’s heard about in fairy tales. The old women would sit in her living room everyday looking out of her window and the enormous forest surrounding her. She would sit in her old wooden rocking chair and hem and sew items using needles that were past down from generation to generation of Deboughs.