She runs all over town for this job and it certainly doesn’t pay well.Putting up these stupid fliers on every door, wall, telephone pole and window she can, without getting arrested of course., The job call in craigslist read, “Poster. look as good as we do.” She thought it said “poser” and was for something else entirely.
Poster is a hot shot asset to the community. Never afraid to get your attention, in fact he wants it more then a vampire wants plasma. The Glame he portrays is all he has to look forward to in life. And if he doesn’t do his job right he while get kicked around, wall-less and regaurded as trash.
Joshua best
It is kinda hard to make a big poster when you want have a small poster.
Posters show pictures. My favorite poster is a motivational poster a I made. It was about courage and there was a penguin with symbols standing over a sleeping polar bear.
PoStErS! i LiKe PoStErS! i HaVe A cAr PoStEr. It SaYs ChAlLeNgEr.
Cody
poster |ˈpōstər|
noun
1 a large printed picture used for decoration.
• a large printed picture, notice, or advertisement displayed in a public place : [as adj. ] a poster campaign.
2 Computing someone who sends a message to a newsgroup.
Elisa had a roll of laminated posters under one arm, advertising for the literary society, their book of the month, discussion meeting, free Chinese food. It was all a streamlined process: Katie churned out the photoshopped title covers with the quote from the book chosen by Bryan, sent to the printers 10am Monday morning so Elisa could pick it up at 10:30am. Yet the board spaces were unusually crowded with early posters. She smoothly unrolled one of them and prepared her stapler but some boy was making for the same board spot too, and with a fwop all of his papers fountained to the floor, “first math club meeting,” in black and white, on free printer paper. He knelt and waddled duck-legged trying to gather up the papers. She put the stapler back into her pocket and helped him. He put his paper on the remaining space, one hand pushing against it while the other quested for an unused thumbtack, before turning back to her and stumbling out words, “Do you happen to have a – oh, I’m so sorry, did you want this spot too – oh thanks, by the way,” and during all this she stamped her stapler in the space between his thumb and forefinger.
i’m laying upside down in my bed looking at the ceiling with the poster that you gave me last summer. the one with all the weird little shapes, and vibrant colors, and secret hidden stories. I could lay like this for forever i swear. it kind of feels like i’m blisssdout
The poster was for nothing out of the ordinary. Just for some band that I had never heard of, but for some reason I stopped and stared at it. As I looked closer, I could see the tell tale sign in the background. The symbol that started it all and spoke of the end. It was there and it struck fear into my heart.
Jackie Lily Murple
He walks down the deserted hallway and stops to look at a frantically cluttered bulletin board. They were all ads and help-wanted signs placed years ago.
It was when he decided he would shoot his documentary there.
apple makes posters every day of jacob mills. Its hard for her to resist because shes just so infatuated with him. shes wishes he would do the same thing for her. shes just wants to have fun thats all. but on the other end mills is also infatuated with her. maybe even more than apple is of him. He makes sculptures of her out of waffles and she doesnt even know the love
I can back home on day, expecting the usual. I took my bag off, kicked off my shoes, walked up stairs opened the door to my room. Everything was normal at that point, until I opened the door to see that my Darkness poster had be scribbled on… by REVENGE!
there is a poster of lady gaga hanging by tacks on my bedroom wall beside the mirror. She is in a purple space-age dress and has yellow-blonde hair, She stands on a red carpet. This one is accompanied by 4 others, plus one giant one of three Italian tenors, autographed
The cold brick wall holds up your beauty as I walk by. Each morning I cross your path and I stare into your blue eyes. You gaze back at me expressionless. Your lips, tender and wet. Your hair falls as playful gold.
I lean in and gently touch my hand to your cheek. The cold touch of poster paper. I love you.
The nights at Mycroft’s were rough, for the most part. Sherlock, as always, had trouble sleeping, and often lay awake throughout the night, just barely catching snippets of conversations that his brother would be having in his office a floor above. Twice during the week it thunderstormed at ungodly hours in the morning, and the heavy raindrops echoed loudly as they struck the panes of the window and the small terrace outside.
John slept through it all, though not smoothly. His nightmares were as bad as they’d ever been, though he didn’t remember the next morning that they’d been laced with fleeting sensations of betrayal and insurgencies. His frantic, unconscious thrashing, the side of him which was not pinned down in Sherlock’s grasp, left several dark bruises along his limbs where he’d struck himself against the solid wooden posters at the corners of the bed. Sherlock tried to wrap his friend a little tighter in a blanket, but that only seemed to heighten the panic, as his pulse skyrocketed and his breathing was labored between the whimpers and pleading and the occasional shout. It was a wonder the veteran didn’t wake himself, Sherlock mused as he dodged a kick to the knee.
As the week neared its end and they got the all-clear sign from the fumigation team, Mrs. Hudson and the boys retrieved their laundry from the basement facilities and packed up to go back to their own, familiar abode. John had a final look at the bed as he zipped up his suitcase on its duvet, seemingly lost in a thought.
“You know, Sherlock,” he piped up on the way to the black car where Mrs. Hudson was ready and waiting, “Maybe we should get a four-poster bed.”
Sherlock frowned at him. “With the number of bruises it gave you? I didn’t realize you were such a masochist, John.”
The doctor flushed and ducked his head, “No, actually, I… I was just thinking those posters would be awfully handy for attaching ropes to.” Sherlock’s squint of confusion only futhered his silly mood, and Mrs. Hudson had to wonder what the giggles were for as John climbed in next to her.
a poster is a thick sheet of paper that is about 3 times bigger than a normal sheet of paper
its something that sometimes advertiszes somethin or just tryin to persuade someone to come to thier place like suky mcdonalds
She runs all over town for this job and it certainly doesn’t pay well.Putting up these stupid fliers on every door, wall, telephone pole and window she can, without getting arrested of course., The job call in craigslist read, “Poster. look as good as we do.” She thought it said “poser” and was for something else entirely.
I have posters on my wall.
Poster is a hot shot asset to the community. Never afraid to get your attention, in fact he wants it more then a vampire wants plasma. The Glame he portrays is all he has to look forward to in life. And if he doesn’t do his job right he while get kicked around, wall-less and regaurded as trash.
It is kinda hard to make a big poster when you want have a small poster.
Posters show pictures. My favorite poster is a motivational poster a I made. It was about courage and there was a penguin with symbols standing over a sleeping polar bear.
PoStErS! i LiKe PoStErS! i HaVe A cAr PoStEr. It SaYs ChAlLeNgEr.
poster |ˈpōstər|
noun
1 a large printed picture used for decoration.
• a large printed picture, notice, or advertisement displayed in a public place : [as adj. ] a poster campaign.
2 Computing someone who sends a message to a newsgroup.
Elisa had a roll of laminated posters under one arm, advertising for the literary society, their book of the month, discussion meeting, free Chinese food. It was all a streamlined process: Katie churned out the photoshopped title covers with the quote from the book chosen by Bryan, sent to the printers 10am Monday morning so Elisa could pick it up at 10:30am. Yet the board spaces were unusually crowded with early posters. She smoothly unrolled one of them and prepared her stapler but some boy was making for the same board spot too, and with a fwop all of his papers fountained to the floor, “first math club meeting,” in black and white, on free printer paper. He knelt and waddled duck-legged trying to gather up the papers. She put the stapler back into her pocket and helped him. He put his paper on the remaining space, one hand pushing against it while the other quested for an unused thumbtack, before turning back to her and stumbling out words, “Do you happen to have a – oh, I’m so sorry, did you want this spot too – oh thanks, by the way,” and during all this she stamped her stapler in the space between his thumb and forefinger.
There were plenty more boards.
i’m laying upside down in my bed looking at the ceiling with the poster that you gave me last summer. the one with all the weird little shapes, and vibrant colors, and secret hidden stories. I could lay like this for forever i swear. it kind of feels like i’m blisssdout
posters are giant pieces of paper
The poster was for nothing out of the ordinary. Just for some band that I had never heard of, but for some reason I stopped and stared at it. As I looked closer, I could see the tell tale sign in the background. The symbol that started it all and spoke of the end. It was there and it struck fear into my heart.
He walks down the deserted hallway and stops to look at a frantically cluttered bulletin board. They were all ads and help-wanted signs placed years ago.
It was when he decided he would shoot his documentary there.
there is alot of posters in the tech lab.
i always use posters in my social studies.
poster i use a poster for projects
:)
a poster is something in your room that you hang on yourwall
Poster that you do for a project that you work on in a class for your grade to be better! Or stuff like that!(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:
apple makes posters every day of jacob mills. Its hard for her to resist because shes just so infatuated with him. shes wishes he would do the same thing for her. shes just wants to have fun thats all. but on the other end mills is also infatuated with her. maybe even more than apple is of him. He makes sculptures of her out of waffles and she doesnt even know the love
a poster is a large picture that kids like to put on their wall. Some pictures are of air planes or bands
Jake makes lovely posters for his mommy and daddy so the will be happy for him that he can do something.
an awesome decoraton that you can hang on your wall and most of them have celebs faces on them some have sayings or animals(;<3
I dont have many posters but the ones i do are about ferraris and hummers. My sister has a bunch of Twilight posters.
posters have words that paint a mental picture in your mind, although most of the time there’s already a picture. i tricked ya there!
I make posters in my social studies and english class. For important projects in our class.
I can back home on day, expecting the usual. I took my bag off, kicked off my shoes, walked up stairs opened the door to my room. Everything was normal at that point, until I opened the door to see that my Darkness poster had be scribbled on… by REVENGE!
there is a poster of lady gaga hanging by tacks on my bedroom wall beside the mirror. She is in a purple space-age dress and has yellow-blonde hair, She stands on a red carpet. This one is accompanied by 4 others, plus one giant one of three Italian tenors, autographed
i will cover my walls with posters of girls i wish i could be,
and maybe their looks
and determined eyes
will inspire me
The cold brick wall holds up your beauty as I walk by. Each morning I cross your path and I stare into your blue eyes. You gaze back at me expressionless. Your lips, tender and wet. Your hair falls as playful gold.
I lean in and gently touch my hand to your cheek. The cold touch of poster paper. I love you.
I have to make a poster for history today-_____-
The nights at Mycroft’s were rough, for the most part. Sherlock, as always, had trouble sleeping, and often lay awake throughout the night, just barely catching snippets of conversations that his brother would be having in his office a floor above. Twice during the week it thunderstormed at ungodly hours in the morning, and the heavy raindrops echoed loudly as they struck the panes of the window and the small terrace outside.
John slept through it all, though not smoothly. His nightmares were as bad as they’d ever been, though he didn’t remember the next morning that they’d been laced with fleeting sensations of betrayal and insurgencies. His frantic, unconscious thrashing, the side of him which was not pinned down in Sherlock’s grasp, left several dark bruises along his limbs where he’d struck himself against the solid wooden posters at the corners of the bed. Sherlock tried to wrap his friend a little tighter in a blanket, but that only seemed to heighten the panic, as his pulse skyrocketed and his breathing was labored between the whimpers and pleading and the occasional shout. It was a wonder the veteran didn’t wake himself, Sherlock mused as he dodged a kick to the knee.
As the week neared its end and they got the all-clear sign from the fumigation team, Mrs. Hudson and the boys retrieved their laundry from the basement facilities and packed up to go back to their own, familiar abode. John had a final look at the bed as he zipped up his suitcase on its duvet, seemingly lost in a thought.
“You know, Sherlock,” he piped up on the way to the black car where Mrs. Hudson was ready and waiting, “Maybe we should get a four-poster bed.”
Sherlock frowned at him. “With the number of bruises it gave you? I didn’t realize you were such a masochist, John.”
The doctor flushed and ducked his head, “No, actually, I… I was just thinking those posters would be awfully handy for attaching ropes to.” Sherlock’s squint of confusion only futhered his silly mood, and Mrs. Hudson had to wonder what the giggles were for as John climbed in next to her.
What is on tat poster?
We had to make a poster in a class called teen life,a week ago,about cyber bullying and the five main websites where the cyber bullying take place.
the poster that we made was really big! We had to design it with many colors.
The poster i have in my room is purple, blue and yellow
i had a poster in my room. It had Dragons on it.
It was really cool.
Bye.
Poster is what you hang on a wall….
Lots of people hang posters on their walls.
I have many posters on my wall of justin beiber thats my dart target.