What was in the pouch?
The goblin stared, wide-eyed. He’d been entrusted with this ‘sacred relic’, to protect it from the marauding ogres. But…surely he should escape the burning city before looking inside.
But what was in it?
But,..burning…
He couldn’t resist. The goblin opened the pouch.
And the city exploded with light.
A tiny little imp stood before the goblin.
Pouch makes me think of that uncomfortable flab that forms at the abdomen after pregnancy. Not looking forward to what having children will possibly do to my body but after seeing how out of control my family members let their bodies get, I think I’ll take better care of making sure I don’t become a grotesque mass.
pouch reminds me of little kids and now thati think abuot it i dont even know is thats the word that i know. puch? is puch a type of gesture? or puch, where one would put things to hold, like at the side of binders, they have puches right? mm now i’m trully confuse.
arianna
Whenever I think of the word “pouch” I think of Kanga and Roo from Winnie the Pooh. I used to love those books/movies when I was little. My favorite was The Land of Milk and Honey. I loved the idea that there was a safe place in this world full of happiness and flowing with riches and delicious tastes. I guess a pouch is a safe place for little ones too.
Rachel
Mother, keep your change in that small ivory pouch, i say. you nod, but do nothing, as age takes its toll upon your withering senses. i remember you as a young lady, when i was a small girl. this pouch was always treasured for you. you told me these stories as i child, and i loved them. this pouch was always the basis of our bonds, mother. rest now, with your pouch. take it with you, and give this as your thank you gift to praise the lord. for as you will forever be with him.
I reached into the pouch and pulled out teh object i had been looking for.
“Really… I’ve spent 3 months looking for this and now, just NOW you decide to give it back to me?!”
“Yup, I love you!” My younger brother smiled.
He’s in trouble.
Pouch, where mother kangaroo carries me to safety. It is hope, this pouch, and i am enclosed but warm, trapped but surrounded with love. It is fear that awaits along with death and loss. Love maybe, but i fear the day i must leave the pouch
i saw this on tumble the parson had the same word, gah i cant spell! should i worry about poncution i dont know is that even hw yiu spell that> probably not anyway i think of kangaroos and winnie the pooh because pouch is what the baby kangaroo sleeps in so yeahhhh
Heather
The idea of a kangaroo pouch is so amazing to me. It’s so interesting to see how different animals have evolved and what they have found works best for them base don their living conditions. Also, kangaroos are just really cute. Nothing else to really say about the word pouch.
Teeps
A pouch. Her mouth pouted. This is the word of the day? she asked to herself. What could I write about a stinkin’ pouch, she murmured aloud. This one word prompt is only good after two tries, and I am ruining it with more.
The kangaroo’s baby jumped into her pouch and they jumped across Australia until they got to the ocean. When they got to the ocean, The baby said he wanted to go across the ocean, but the mom said “no, only man may cross the ocean.”
genny Elkin
i once had a pouch, it was beautiful, pink and gold…i used to keep my pretty things in it…until it was gone… sometimes i think of that pretty pink pouch, and wonder what happened?
Mandi
Pouches are fun! They make me think of kangaroos. How do the baby’s legs get strong enough to bound all over the place when they must hang out in a pouch for so long? Cutie pies. :)
Wallet like. Filled with things. 5 letters. 2 vowels, 3 consonants. Available in leather, drawstring etc. Can be very useful. Could also be described as a bag.
Alice Fleming
The first thing I did when I read this was laugh. Mostly because it reminded me of Octopimp and his fans xD
this makes me think of a kangaroo. or a lady with a fatty pouch on her front…
Erica
A pouch, colored deeper than camel, hangs over the girl’s shoulder. Like a kangaroo, she carries precious items–a cell phone, a waller filled with money, and a letter written to her from her long-lost brother. The only thing she has left of him.
i have a pouch. i made it when i was 8. it’s made out of jeans. it has tassles on it. it also has shiny patches and i used to keep my knitting in it before i turned old. i think i lost it…
urglesniff
hold things in it. how bout your stomach. kangaroo’s keep a baby in it. i dont have much to say about a pouch.
Nadlyn
A clutch on the parchment hidden in my pouch, hoping no one can see it through my sweatshirt. It’s not that if I don’t deliver it soon a lot won’t happen, but it’s what will happen that scares me.
My small pouch lays next to me, and I stare at it, bored, and remember the tale of how I had gotten it…or rather, made it.
It was all kelsie’s idea. She’d signed me up for something (again) and we went to knitting class. I’ve tried it before, and it’s been a disaster.
This class ended up in a disaster, though it was a funny one…ah the tale of funny disasters…
A pouch is what Kangeroo’s have to hold their baby Roos. Baby Roos are called Joeys. Joey is a character on friends, there is also a man named Joey Richter. Joey Richter loves blink-182 and pizza. blink-182 are my favourite band. Mark hoppus plays bass. Mark Hoppus and Joey Richter are my favourite humans.
Mollie
There was a kangaroo that was hopping around the lands of Australia. It came across a happy little koala. They decided to start discussing because they were marsupials. They had pouches. They made all of the other animals jealous with their pouches. They’re intense.
Gabby
The soft felt pouch brushed against her hand. She grabbed the money, the clunk-clunk bringing her back to reality. She knew that she wasn’t able to go far, but she know she had to get out of here. She wouldn’t survive.
Emma
The kangaroo has a pouch to conveniently and safely carry his young, why don’t we? What a wonderful idea G-d had when he made the kangaroo with the pouch. Instead we have rely upon flimsy and often times defective man-made materials to attach our young to us. Why?
Jenna slipped the pouch into her pocket, rubbing the brown leather with her thumb. So delicate and beautiful, the only memory from her mother. She frowned at the thought of her mother, who she had never even met.
All she had was her father. Her generally nice father.
Violet
this word is a little gross.
somewhat like moist.
what does it mean exactly?
a purse? a change holder?
why must we use it?
it’s ugly.
like your face.
ha.
i’m just kidding, that would be mean to say.
pouch. im confused about what im supposed to do.rawr. hi. meredith loves you.
mere
it fell open with a soft, plunk. Her bobbles falling out in clumps, cluttering the floor, making a mess. Gasphfvgwjrvkddnhvgkvxhbkjvzbkfhgvhdbcjn,sdjchfvbjdbcsvhbcjfhhfjfhbfxjehk
“That’s right…and you’ve got one, too,” I said before teasingly adding, “Mister Kangaroo.”
That was enough to get his eyes narrowed into javelins of green.
Belinda Roddie
fanny pouches are really odd. a joey lives in its mama kangaroo’s . I think pouch is a really ugly word. Pouch is an unattractive word to say and i try to avoid it at all costs.
ML
i would get my heart and put in there, so that i could simply lock things such as feelings away. that wouldn’t be a solution though, so i guess i’ll just go with the flow and stick to my normal state.
milena
I run through the streets of New York City with the pouch of money I just grabbed out of the elderly lady’s hand.
Kellen
When I see the word pouch, the first thing that comes into my head is kangaroos, and Australia. A kangaroo’s pouch holds their babies until they are old enough to fend for themselves outside of said pouch. Coincidentally, I love Winnie the Pooh which features two kangaroo characters. It also makes me think of a small carrying device in which to carry objects, like a casual purse.
I reached in. Fumbling through stray pieces of gum, waxy tubes of chap stick and loose receipts. Blindly thumbing through the unimportant labyrinth of grocery list and ‘to do’ tenants.
Amanda
The kangaroo carried her most precious thing in the world to her in her pouch; her little baby. Her baby was everything to her. And she planned to protect it with all her strength.
What was in the pouch?
The goblin stared, wide-eyed. He’d been entrusted with this ‘sacred relic’, to protect it from the marauding ogres. But…surely he should escape the burning city before looking inside.
But what was in it?
But,..burning…
He couldn’t resist. The goblin opened the pouch.
And the city exploded with light.
A tiny little imp stood before the goblin.
Pouch makes me think of that uncomfortable flab that forms at the abdomen after pregnancy. Not looking forward to what having children will possibly do to my body but after seeing how out of control my family members let their bodies get, I think I’ll take better care of making sure I don’t become a grotesque mass.
“Don’t put it away!”
I looked up at her and pulled my hand away from the pouch on my hip. “Why not?”
Kangaroo. Purse. Knapsack. Kangaroo. Kangaroo. Marsupial. Coins. Kangaroo.
Varmint.
Pouch?
Eh … I got nothin’
pouch reminds me of little kids and now thati think abuot it i dont even know is thats the word that i know. puch? is puch a type of gesture? or puch, where one would put things to hold, like at the side of binders, they have puches right? mm now i’m trully confuse.
Whenever I think of the word “pouch” I think of Kanga and Roo from Winnie the Pooh. I used to love those books/movies when I was little. My favorite was The Land of Milk and Honey. I loved the idea that there was a safe place in this world full of happiness and flowing with riches and delicious tastes. I guess a pouch is a safe place for little ones too.
Mother, keep your change in that small ivory pouch, i say. you nod, but do nothing, as age takes its toll upon your withering senses. i remember you as a young lady, when i was a small girl. this pouch was always treasured for you. you told me these stories as i child, and i loved them. this pouch was always the basis of our bonds, mother. rest now, with your pouch. take it with you, and give this as your thank you gift to praise the lord. for as you will forever be with him.
I reached into the pouch and pulled out teh object i had been looking for.
“Really… I’ve spent 3 months looking for this and now, just NOW you decide to give it back to me?!”
“Yup, I love you!” My younger brother smiled.
He’s in trouble.
Pouch, where mother kangaroo carries me to safety. It is hope, this pouch, and i am enclosed but warm, trapped but surrounded with love. It is fear that awaits along with death and loss. Love maybe, but i fear the day i must leave the pouch
i saw this on tumble the parson had the same word, gah i cant spell! should i worry about poncution i dont know is that even hw yiu spell that> probably not anyway i think of kangaroos and winnie the pooh because pouch is what the baby kangaroo sleeps in so yeahhhh
The idea of a kangaroo pouch is so amazing to me. It’s so interesting to see how different animals have evolved and what they have found works best for them base don their living conditions. Also, kangaroos are just really cute. Nothing else to really say about the word pouch.
A pouch. Her mouth pouted. This is the word of the day? she asked to herself. What could I write about a stinkin’ pouch, she murmured aloud. This one word prompt is only good after two tries, and I am ruining it with more.
I curl inside the warmth of you
hidden within the maternal fold
waiting for that one moment
when I shall see light for the first time
and take my first shaking steps
tasting air
and leaping in it
and bounding with newfound exertion.
The kangaroo’s baby jumped into her pouch and they jumped across Australia until they got to the ocean. When they got to the ocean, The baby said he wanted to go across the ocean, but the mom said “no, only man may cross the ocean.”
i once had a pouch, it was beautiful, pink and gold…i used to keep my pretty things in it…until it was gone… sometimes i think of that pretty pink pouch, and wonder what happened?
Pouches are fun! They make me think of kangaroos. How do the baby’s legs get strong enough to bound all over the place when they must hang out in a pouch for so long? Cutie pies. :)
Wallet like. Filled with things. 5 letters. 2 vowels, 3 consonants. Available in leather, drawstring etc. Can be very useful. Could also be described as a bag.
The first thing I did when I read this was laugh. Mostly because it reminded me of Octopimp and his fans xD
this makes me think of a kangaroo. or a lady with a fatty pouch on her front…
A pouch, colored deeper than camel, hangs over the girl’s shoulder. Like a kangaroo, she carries precious items–a cell phone, a waller filled with money, and a letter written to her from her long-lost brother. The only thing she has left of him.
i have a pouch. i made it when i was 8. it’s made out of jeans. it has tassles on it. it also has shiny patches and i used to keep my knitting in it before i turned old. i think i lost it…
hold things in it. how bout your stomach. kangaroo’s keep a baby in it. i dont have much to say about a pouch.
A clutch on the parchment hidden in my pouch, hoping no one can see it through my sweatshirt. It’s not that if I don’t deliver it soon a lot won’t happen, but it’s what will happen that scares me.
My small pouch lays next to me, and I stare at it, bored, and remember the tale of how I had gotten it…or rather, made it.
It was all kelsie’s idea. She’d signed me up for something (again) and we went to knitting class. I’ve tried it before, and it’s been a disaster.
This class ended up in a disaster, though it was a funny one…ah the tale of funny disasters…
A pouch is what Kangeroo’s have to hold their baby Roos. Baby Roos are called Joeys. Joey is a character on friends, there is also a man named Joey Richter. Joey Richter loves blink-182 and pizza. blink-182 are my favourite band. Mark hoppus plays bass. Mark Hoppus and Joey Richter are my favourite humans.
There was a kangaroo that was hopping around the lands of Australia. It came across a happy little koala. They decided to start discussing because they were marsupials. They had pouches. They made all of the other animals jealous with their pouches. They’re intense.
The soft felt pouch brushed against her hand. She grabbed the money, the clunk-clunk bringing her back to reality. She knew that she wasn’t able to go far, but she know she had to get out of here. She wouldn’t survive.
The kangaroo has a pouch to conveniently and safely carry his young, why don’t we? What a wonderful idea G-d had when he made the kangaroo with the pouch. Instead we have rely upon flimsy and often times defective man-made materials to attach our young to us. Why?
Jenna slipped the pouch into her pocket, rubbing the brown leather with her thumb. So delicate and beautiful, the only memory from her mother. She frowned at the thought of her mother, who she had never even met.
All she had was her father. Her generally nice father.
this word is a little gross.
somewhat like moist.
what does it mean exactly?
a purse? a change holder?
why must we use it?
it’s ugly.
like your face.
ha.
i’m just kidding, that would be mean to say.
pouch. im confused about what im supposed to do.rawr. hi. meredith loves you.
it fell open with a soft, plunk. Her bobbles falling out in clumps, cluttering the floor, making a mess. Gasphfvgwjrvkddnhvgkvxhbkjvzbkfhgvhdbcjn,sdjchfvbjdbcsvhbcjfhhfjfhbfxjehk
“A satchel?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s what you call it? A satchel.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Well, it’s not a purse.”
“I know it’s not. It’s a pouch.”
“A pouch? That’s what kangaroos have.”
“That’s right…and you’ve got one, too,” I said before teasingly adding, “Mister Kangaroo.”
That was enough to get his eyes narrowed into javelins of green.
fanny pouches are really odd. a joey lives in its mama kangaroo’s . I think pouch is a really ugly word. Pouch is an unattractive word to say and i try to avoid it at all costs.
i would get my heart and put in there, so that i could simply lock things such as feelings away. that wouldn’t be a solution though, so i guess i’ll just go with the flow and stick to my normal state.
I run through the streets of New York City with the pouch of money I just grabbed out of the elderly lady’s hand.
When I see the word pouch, the first thing that comes into my head is kangaroos, and Australia. A kangaroo’s pouch holds their babies until they are old enough to fend for themselves outside of said pouch. Coincidentally, I love Winnie the Pooh which features two kangaroo characters. It also makes me think of a small carrying device in which to carry objects, like a casual purse.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I reached in. Fumbling through stray pieces of gum, waxy tubes of chap stick and loose receipts. Blindly thumbing through the unimportant labyrinth of grocery list and ‘to do’ tenants.
The kangaroo carried her most precious thing in the world to her in her pouch; her little baby. Her baby was everything to her. And she planned to protect it with all her strength.