Drip. Drip. Drip. The morphine slowly made it’s way through it’s plastic tunnel where it made it’s exit through the needle that was stuck to Ben’s arm.
Needles, small but dead useful. Now that I think about it, needles tie everything we see together. Clothes, bags, curtains, bed covers, heck, even our organs during surgery.
How are you supposed to know whether the person you are dating is the one? I mean, isn’t it hard to find one of the the six billion people in the world that actually likes your baggage and your not-so-perfect frame? This is the first guy I dated! It is like finding a needle in a haystack. Did I do it?
Becky
It is silvery and small and you can saw with it. It is beautiful in its simplicity and might draw blood if careless. Hermione turns a match into it – or at leasty tries – and in the end, it’s necessary for the way we live.
Marie
Agnes held the needle in her arthritic, shaky fingers, but even by the light of the fireplace, her motor memory got it threaded in the blink of an eye. She’d been meaning to darn these stockings for weeks, and finally she was getting around to it. “I’ll be damned if I go one more day without finishing this darned job.” As she chuckled at her pun and set to work, a red, fiery hand reached out from the embers…
Its pin point struck my fragile skin as he warned me about its danger. Blood like scarlet, welled up from me, dripping downwards into the wooden picnic table below. He laughed at me. It hurt. It’s miniscule tip still stinging my finger. I felt it.
Sarah
The guide of thread through fabric. The fixer of torn beauty. Pain, sickness, and advancement.
The needle sat next to the ball of thread as if trying to entice it to unwind. It reflected the light coming through the window like a spark. It seemed to sway from side to side.
Angela
The needle pricked her. She felt a little sharp sting on her finger as she pulled it away. Immediately, she felt tired and drowsy all of a sudden. She had slept fully last night, but now, in the middle of the afternoon, she was feeling dizzy. She stumbled as she tried to stand up, and just ended up slumping down. She closed her eyes, and they would not open again, not for a long time.
I don’t like needles. They embody everything about doctors that I don’t like… because when they say they’re going to help you, they bring out a shiny sharp needle that goes into your arm and you can feel it slide in. It hurts. I guess it’s good though because it stops you from getting sick, but is it worth it when I can feel metal on a muscle
Angela
and thread go together weaving in and out the garments that line backs of people everywhere. kingdom of god thin as the eye of a needle. such a small object links such widers pieces together creating something out of nothing.
julia
scary. i hate them so much and they are gross and long and ugly. they make me have nightmares. i cry when i get a shot at the doctor. im afraid one will get stuck in me. this is scaring me writing about it.
sydney
There was a man who had looked through the eye of his wifes needle. When he moved the needle colors would change and he noticed with those colors time and moods changed. THe man got nervous when his wife walked into the room and saw him looking through the eye of the needle, but she just smiled.
Eileen
I been in this haystack three weeks. No fucking needle. Not much to eat either, and I’m very thirsty.
George
I trembled in anticipation. I had always been afraid of needles before, but the sadistic bastard that was my new boyfriend convinced me that this would be fun. He inserted the needle into my back slowly and to my surprise, I felt an explosive sense of accomplishment.
A needle in the haystack cracks and smacks all the little men on the castle wall, Why do the men fall if there’s only on place to go, but up? Because no one has the bravery to climp the spire to the top of the empitre. Many years ago we saw what could be done with little less than a crumb.
Shifty
Needles are dangerous. Alot of times they just poke people. in the eye, or sometimes you can step on them. and then you have a needle stuck in your foot. that reaaallly hurts. people also use needles for sewing. but i guess thats multiple needles and this word is just needle. the single form. single people are interesting. the single life in general makes no sense. why do some people think to be single your supposed to sleep around, and others just mope all the time about how they want someone.
Andrea Kimball
Hay stack or not, I’m gonna find that damnable needle. Start small and keep looking. It’s gotta be in here somewhere
Bart
uma agulha é um furo que se vai fazer na carne, no corpo e se fode comnstantemente a agulhinha é a forcinha e o porqueinho que foge pela palha a dentro e se faz em rum e vodka e não sei que oporra hei-de fazer tal como uma agulha que se me fura os olhos quase sem eu sentir porque a agulha não sente o que sente quando sente a furar e a vida é uma estrada bifurcada tra-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Alexandre Ferreira
the haystack that I mentioned about finding housing in this town when international students asked me about it, only the thread is still missing, but we will stitch it all together and make a nice patchwork, also the pins and needles when I meditate on my ankles, without soft pillows
Lisa
The woman stuttered in her speech as she pricked herself with the sharp needle that she was using to mend a pair of trousers that her son ripped.
“Boys will be boys,” she told her daughter. Her daughter, Violet, never understood why Blake, her brother, always managed to rip his pants.
Isabel Smith
Pain in my arm. addicted to feel . heroin spike makes me enjoy life.sew up those lips and let the words stay in . Insane. And Stuck. Needle’s eye.
jess greenhough
a needle in a haystack is a pain to find. Needle nose pliers help you be precise and do the job right. Needle nose ned is a character. To needle someone is to give them a hard time wh
sandy
Cleopatra gives me the needle
Wonder how she would be feeling about events in Egypt now
The very idea of ordinary people wanting a say in how their country is run
When they should obey
Queens are Gods
Not any more
No Queens or Kings
Bliss
they hurt.
sharp
the word need is in it
they help you feel
jessica
pointed and sharp, drawing blood and drawing thread. in a haystack, waiting to be found – don’t give up so easily. piercing, penetrates. eye of the needle. NEEDLEss to say…That didn’t count, did it?
the needle passed through his skin like a knife through butter. cliched but she was surprised how little resistance there was, especially from him. even from the blood inside him. never mind that it was mostly velvet and sawdust, it was just as real as any operation. please make him better mummy. all his hopes in my hands.
A needle in a haystack. Who could ever find one? A needle is a strange thing. Long, thin, a tiny hole. It leads the thread through the cloth, to create something useful. Or beautiful. Then the needle is put away, forgotten until the next sewing project. Without needles no sewing could happen.
Is needle the word of the day or something?
I’ve never had a shot. I need to get a booster shot.
I bet it hurts.
I don’t like pain.
It reminds me that I’m alive.
And that there isn’t much to live for, really…
needles are pointy and i’m scared that if i start sewing i’m going to prick my finger and hurt myself. needles are also wht killed sleping beauty, i dont really get how she fell asleep for a million years with the prick of the needles, but yeah that movie was weird hmm. the prince was super cute though :)
bob
waited at the hospital for three hours… xray… no big damage but big pain… worried about work… and then a needle in my arm…
I just had this word. I might as well finish up my thoughts. So I was wondering how a tunnel scab would grow inside my foot, and how you would get it out. I would probably have to make another hole in my foot…
There probably isn’t even a such thing as a tunnel-scab anyway. I’m probably going crazy.
Elena Braxton Taylor
i found a needle in a haystack. thats all that i can think of. i dont know why i cant think of anything more. come to think of thinking about it, ive never ever used a needle. never sewn. ever. i better learn. all those simple things are gone. no one sews anymore. no one builds their own houses. no one just lies in the grass.
brit
it is a small sharp object that is used to thread, thread. We use it to mend our clothes. They come in all shapes and sizes, one end has a whole in the end where the thread is put, the other end has a sharp end to push through clothes.
Zoe Hayler
The needle pierced his skin, drawing agony for a tiny prick of a moment. Frantically, his mind settled onto the truth– Moriarty would drug him, kill him… Burn him? No. It wouldn’t be that simple, would it?
But then the searing, burning pain started, radiating in waves and he knew. There was no way out.
K. Wilson
It felt like a needle piercing his brain. Actually, like a million needles. The pain…was it pain? The intense experience of the needles was like none he’d ever had before. Maybe that was because he’d never been X-ray’d by a nuclear device the size of the one dropped 26 blocks due west of where he was now lying. It felt as though his whole experience was passing through the eye of a very small needle, and he was actually doing quite nicely slipping through.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The morphine slowly made it’s way through it’s plastic tunnel where it made it’s exit through the needle that was stuck to Ben’s arm.
Kill me
Kill me slow
Kill me with that needle
Now
Do it
Kill me with that needle
I beg you, let me escape this pain
This pain you call life
I don’t want to live it
Needles, small but dead useful. Now that I think about it, needles tie everything we see together. Clothes, bags, curtains, bed covers, heck, even our organs during surgery.
How are you supposed to know whether the person you are dating is the one? I mean, isn’t it hard to find one of the the six billion people in the world that actually likes your baggage and your not-so-perfect frame? This is the first guy I dated! It is like finding a needle in a haystack. Did I do it?
It is silvery and small and you can saw with it. It is beautiful in its simplicity and might draw blood if careless. Hermione turns a match into it – or at leasty tries – and in the end, it’s necessary for the way we live.
Agnes held the needle in her arthritic, shaky fingers, but even by the light of the fireplace, her motor memory got it threaded in the blink of an eye. She’d been meaning to darn these stockings for weeks, and finally she was getting around to it. “I’ll be damned if I go one more day without finishing this darned job.” As she chuckled at her pun and set to work, a red, fiery hand reached out from the embers…
Its pin point struck my fragile skin as he warned me about its danger. Blood like scarlet, welled up from me, dripping downwards into the wooden picnic table below. He laughed at me. It hurt. It’s miniscule tip still stinging my finger. I felt it.
The guide of thread through fabric. The fixer of torn beauty. Pain, sickness, and advancement.
The needle sat next to the ball of thread as if trying to entice it to unwind. It reflected the light coming through the window like a spark. It seemed to sway from side to side.
The needle pricked her. She felt a little sharp sting on her finger as she pulled it away. Immediately, she felt tired and drowsy all of a sudden. She had slept fully last night, but now, in the middle of the afternoon, she was feeling dizzy. She stumbled as she tried to stand up, and just ended up slumping down. She closed her eyes, and they would not open again, not for a long time.
I don’t like needles. They embody everything about doctors that I don’t like… because when they say they’re going to help you, they bring out a shiny sharp needle that goes into your arm and you can feel it slide in. It hurts. I guess it’s good though because it stops you from getting sick, but is it worth it when I can feel metal on a muscle
and thread go together weaving in and out the garments that line backs of people everywhere. kingdom of god thin as the eye of a needle. such a small object links such widers pieces together creating something out of nothing.
scary. i hate them so much and they are gross and long and ugly. they make me have nightmares. i cry when i get a shot at the doctor. im afraid one will get stuck in me. this is scaring me writing about it.
There was a man who had looked through the eye of his wifes needle. When he moved the needle colors would change and he noticed with those colors time and moods changed. THe man got nervous when his wife walked into the room and saw him looking through the eye of the needle, but she just smiled.
I been in this haystack three weeks. No fucking needle. Not much to eat either, and I’m very thirsty.
I trembled in anticipation. I had always been afraid of needles before, but the sadistic bastard that was my new boyfriend convinced me that this would be fun. He inserted the needle into my back slowly and to my surprise, I felt an explosive sense of accomplishment.
A needle in the haystack cracks and smacks all the little men on the castle wall, Why do the men fall if there’s only on place to go, but up? Because no one has the bravery to climp the spire to the top of the empitre. Many years ago we saw what could be done with little less than a crumb.
Needles are dangerous. Alot of times they just poke people. in the eye, or sometimes you can step on them. and then you have a needle stuck in your foot. that reaaallly hurts. people also use needles for sewing. but i guess thats multiple needles and this word is just needle. the single form. single people are interesting. the single life in general makes no sense. why do some people think to be single your supposed to sleep around, and others just mope all the time about how they want someone.
Hay stack or not, I’m gonna find that damnable needle. Start small and keep looking. It’s gotta be in here somewhere
uma agulha é um furo que se vai fazer na carne, no corpo e se fode comnstantemente a agulhinha é a forcinha e o porqueinho que foge pela palha a dentro e se faz em rum e vodka e não sei que oporra hei-de fazer tal como uma agulha que se me fura os olhos quase sem eu sentir porque a agulha não sente o que sente quando sente a furar e a vida é uma estrada bifurcada tra-la-la-la-la-la-la.
the haystack that I mentioned about finding housing in this town when international students asked me about it, only the thread is still missing, but we will stitch it all together and make a nice patchwork, also the pins and needles when I meditate on my ankles, without soft pillows
The woman stuttered in her speech as she pricked herself with the sharp needle that she was using to mend a pair of trousers that her son ripped.
“Boys will be boys,” she told her daughter. Her daughter, Violet, never understood why Blake, her brother, always managed to rip his pants.
Pain in my arm. addicted to feel . heroin spike makes me enjoy life.sew up those lips and let the words stay in . Insane. And Stuck. Needle’s eye.
a needle in a haystack is a pain to find. Needle nose pliers help you be precise and do the job right. Needle nose ned is a character. To needle someone is to give them a hard time wh
Cleopatra gives me the needle
Wonder how she would be feeling about events in Egypt now
The very idea of ordinary people wanting a say in how their country is run
When they should obey
Queens are Gods
Not any more
No Queens or Kings
Bliss
needle need need. What¨s needle? no time, no space, there’s nothing in use. You dont need to stay. Just go!. Go your way. She..
they hurt.
sharp
the word need is in it
they help you feel
pointed and sharp, drawing blood and drawing thread. in a haystack, waiting to be found – don’t give up so easily. piercing, penetrates. eye of the needle. NEEDLEss to say…That didn’t count, did it?
Pointed, Sharp, Useful
Saves lives
Makes clothes
Overlooked
Simple – yet-
Complex at the same time
Silver
Makes me nervous
Makes it’s point.
the needle passed through his skin like a knife through butter. cliched but she was surprised how little resistance there was, especially from him. even from the blood inside him. never mind that it was mostly velvet and sawdust, it was just as real as any operation. please make him better mummy. all his hopes in my hands.
A needle in a haystack. Who could ever find one? A needle is a strange thing. Long, thin, a tiny hole. It leads the thread through the cloth, to create something useful. Or beautiful. Then the needle is put away, forgotten until the next sewing project. Without needles no sewing could happen.
Is needle the word of the day or something?
I’ve never had a shot. I need to get a booster shot.
I bet it hurts.
I don’t like pain.
It reminds me that I’m alive.
And that there isn’t much to live for, really…
needles are pointy and i’m scared that if i start sewing i’m going to prick my finger and hurt myself. needles are also wht killed sleping beauty, i dont really get how she fell asleep for a million years with the prick of the needles, but yeah that movie was weird hmm. the prince was super cute though :)
waited at the hospital for three hours… xray… no big damage but big pain… worried about work… and then a needle in my arm…
I just had this word. I might as well finish up my thoughts. So I was wondering how a tunnel scab would grow inside my foot, and how you would get it out. I would probably have to make another hole in my foot…
There probably isn’t even a such thing as a tunnel-scab anyway. I’m probably going crazy.
i found a needle in a haystack. thats all that i can think of. i dont know why i cant think of anything more. come to think of thinking about it, ive never ever used a needle. never sewn. ever. i better learn. all those simple things are gone. no one sews anymore. no one builds their own houses. no one just lies in the grass.
it is a small sharp object that is used to thread, thread. We use it to mend our clothes. They come in all shapes and sizes, one end has a whole in the end where the thread is put, the other end has a sharp end to push through clothes.
The needle pierced his skin, drawing agony for a tiny prick of a moment. Frantically, his mind settled onto the truth– Moriarty would drug him, kill him… Burn him? No. It wouldn’t be that simple, would it?
But then the searing, burning pain started, radiating in waves and he knew. There was no way out.
It felt like a needle piercing his brain. Actually, like a million needles. The pain…was it pain? The intense experience of the needles was like none he’d ever had before. Maybe that was because he’d never been X-ray’d by a nuclear device the size of the one dropped 26 blocks due west of where he was now lying. It felt as though his whole experience was passing through the eye of a very small needle, and he was actually doing quite nicely slipping through.
the needle darts in and out, like a tiny silver fish rising and falling into the water, leaving a trail of green thread in its wake, like reeds.