He tied himself up like a pretzel up there on the stage. The music was mesmerizing as he contorted himself in many unimaginable ways. His fun approach to ridiculous body movements made me wonder what it might be like to do some twisting fun with him in the sackaroonio!
Carol Bailey Floyd
mmm pretzels are soo good. Me and my dad would eat them at baseball games. we would go see the yankees and he would buy me one but he never liked them salty so he would pick the salt granes off one half of the pretzel and I would leave them on the other half and we would eat one togther.
Ellie
pretzel is like when we fit each other perfectly and we are all tangled limbs and lovely but also like delicious salty pretzels with mustard which is the only way to eat a pretzel and sunny Central Park days with friends in photographs and also a strange euphemism for a sexual act but it’s not what you think and what really else can i say about pretzels other than pretzels covered in dark chocolate are the best thing on earth.
She didn’t like how salty the pretzels were, but she smiled and nibbled on them anyway. She hadn’t eaten all day, and she was bloody starving, and of course she picked the party that wasn’t serving any real food. Everyone else looked so dainty and done-up in the cocktail dresses and snappy heels, their pressed slacks and button-down shirts sans ties.
She wished she’d gone to The Pit instead. There she’d be guaranteed moving bodies, hard rock, and the time of her life.
Todos tenemos el mismo mundo, debemos dejarlo mejor que como lo encontramos, con pequeñas aportaciones, el mundo puede mejorar y las futuras generaciones lograran disfrutar algo mejor de lo que nosotros estamos viviendo…. Basta de Guerras, Injusticias y Egoismos!!! Vamos a actuar!!!
Mara Aranda
Today I ate a pretzel. One covered in those snowflakes of salt. These flakes seem like too much with each bite but truly it’s just what I need. A pretzel is all I need to make me smile.
Tahni
I walked the boardwalk today, there was a colorfully lit pretzel stand with a Chilean man running it. I guiltily decided to buy one, it wasn’t the best pretzel I’d ever had, maybe it was a tad stale, but it’s the single thing that made me feel better in the slightest imprinted in my mind when I recall that night. That night when you betrayed my trust, and ruined everything.
kelsey
salty warm, crusted with honey mustard and spicey ranch sauce. so hot with dough like baby cheeks. it tastes good with beer, water and milk. orange juice please without too much citrus. I like you big curled like yoga. spiraled like a figure eight, one piece of bread that looks like separate arteries and ventricles of a heart, a human or animal heart, primates alike, like amphibions too.
erin
Twisted, twined
Salted or sweet
Tossed and turned
Hard or soft
Her lithe body twist around him like a pretzel, arms circle his neck, legs loop with his own. She melds them together, so neatly that soon outside observers want be able to tell where her body begins and where hers begins. Yet still a distance exist between them, just not a physical one.
“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..I’m sorry… He whispers over and over again for her ears only.
She presses her face closer to his, until their their foreheads touch, and their hair mingles, effectively cutting off his apology. When she speaks, minty breath wafts into his nostrils spreading awareness to his body. He is suddenly aware of the locker ridges cleaving into his back. Yet the sharp pain seems vastly unimportant when confronted with the girl he loves. He has to make it right.
Her lips, painted crimson with her favorite lipstick near his slack jaw.
“It’s forgiven.” She hisses lips ghosting over his own teasingly. “I love you to much to ever let you go.”
Bebe
They’re yummy. I like the ones at the mall. Except they have WAY too much salt on them. Gross. Salt. It’s really nasty. Seriously. Bleh. So, now I have more time. Pretzels are German, right. Germany, 10 points!
Rebecca Menard
The pretzel was scrumptious and delicious but it lacked a sort of saltiness that I would normally have preferred. It was one of those non-folded pretzels too, instead it was just straight and long. I hate that.
Pretzels were always my favourite food as a kid, and as a teen and for most of my adult life. That changed one day; when i saw a man bent into a pretzel. Now whenever I see one I hear him screaming over the cracking of his bones. The look on his face.
well, there it goes. It’s all gone, and no one can do anything about it. Maybe one more will be hiding in the folds of the cellophane, or forgotten behind a chair leg, and you’ll get to experience that salty crunch once more. But alas, there is none, and you’re left with an empty feeling deep inside of you. The pretzels are all gone.
Peter
miniscule crystals make my mouth water. the crunch so satisfying. leaves your mouth dry as a desert. pretzels.
I hate pretzels. Salty, and stale… horrible, nasty things they are. I’d much rather be eating a basketful of freshly picked blackberries, or some good italian food. But pretzels… YUCK! I think the only thing worse than a pretzel are green beans. UGH. Pretzels… Nasty little things…
sticky salt brown issue mold dough butter grease kitchen stove mall twist pretzels are delicious when they are nice and buttery and soft and not too salty but just the right amount of salt added and maybe just a little bit of cheese or flavor powder and when you get to the middle of the twist that’s the best !
Kira
what’s the hell is that, i’ve never heard about this word!! pretzel i’m wondering what could it be, is it a birdN OR A FLOWER, OR A KIND OF FOOD! it could be somebody’s name.i think it’s a beautiful thing, becaose it begins with p and i like the p !! meybe becouse it reminds me something i like..i just don’t know, what ever is that , i like it!
pretzel, just writing it makes me laught , hahaha pretzel, beautiful thing, i like youuu ..
and what if it is a bad thingn, i mean, a desgusting one , i don’t know life is strange enought to make the mist pretty things look bad.. i think i’m just wrinting without giving my brain time to think, it’s better to make a beautiful point and to shut up, beafore i start to eem to what? to PRETZEL..
violetta
I love pretzels. They make think of warm summer days. Spending an entire day at the fair with my family. I can already smell the mouthwatering treat. Pretzels make me smile.
they can be soft, or crunchy. they are normally twisted into an abnormal shape and salted. soft pretzels are often sold at baseball games. hard pretzels are often sold in a bag and eaten at some sort of party. they’re made of bread, and i think they’re quite delicious.
Lilly
A tasty bread treat that I love to eat. Every time I smell the big pretzels I always think of the fair. Warm summer days. I can feel the cheese running down my throat. I love pretzels.
Annie
One day, I went to a carnival and bought a pretzel. It was soft, moist, fluffy. Had a slightly salty taste with a hint of sweetness, and it was delicious. The way it broke apart, and basically melted in my mouth was great. MMmmmm.
Teaghanne
my life is a pretzel. twisted in many different places. Disturbing pain throughout life. Knots that hold it together but also lock it up & salt that makes it tastier but also could kill you. tragedies that help you grow but could also tear you down.
Anne Phillips Barrier
My friend says she makes really good pretzels with candy or m&ms inside them. I like the cinnamon and sugar covered pretzels even though the crystals get really sticky when they get wet. My mother loves the almond pretzels, even though they are really rare to find. I lied about her being my friend, she isn’t.
i love pretzels. they are salty and taste good with sweets.Snyders pretzels are the best ever. Rold gold is a popular brand. they come in all shapes and sizes, they are good diped in cheese and chocolate and many other flavors!
stephy
what’s the hell is that, i’ve never heard about this word!! pretzel i’m wondering what could it be, is it a birdN OR A FLOWER, OR A KIND OF FOOD! it could be somebody’s name.i think it’s a beautiful thing, becaose it begins with p and i like the p !! meybe becouse it reminds me something i like..i just don’t know, what ever is that , i like it!
hamdi sara
Salty. A snack made for kings.
One time, I had a pretzel, it was the tastiest thing I ever snacked on.
Also, a physical position.
Sean
Pretzels are salty and delicious! YUM! mmmm tastyyyy! Pretzels are very good with peanut butter! Also chocolate dipped pretzels are delectible!!! Pretzels are a very good snack!
Juliana R.
Anything to do with Germans and their culture makes me drool all over the place with patriotic glee and happiness. German pretzels make that figurative drooling literal. With its perfectly salted outward appearance and the fat, soft, satisfying taste. Mmmm – thank you, Germany, for being awesome.
The shape of a pretzel shows great depth into whatever the creator was thinking. The heart shape obviously symbolises the love he felt for a person, whereas the knotted shape could be something to do with that also. Either way, I love them.
Marie
Its strange, this is the fourth time I’ve received “pretzel” as a word to start with: I wonder if their running out of words. Anyways, as I was recalling, after World War Terminus, the Earth was…
Orlando Smith
Twisted. Complicated yet simple. Salty like your words that pour into my wounds. Complex without being overly so. Intricate might be a better description.
Kelleigh
A pretzel has many twists and turns, like life, but you have to take it with a grain of salt. No pretzel is perfect, sometimes they’re shaped funny, or burned, but the reality is they are all equally beautiful and unique, and no, I’m not still talking about pretzels.
Ian
Pretzels were her favorite snack. Salty as they could come or as sweet as sunshine. She would get one whenever she passed by the shop. Or two, or three. But out of the blue she never came back. And now I’m left with pretzels. They could be saltier than the sea or sweeter than laughter but they couldn’t bring her back.
Gwoat
salty, buttery
delicious.
at the mall.
YOGA.
only when i’m happy.
Sitting in the chairs by the fountains.
can we go back?
Pretzals taste good
yum
eat me up
they are salty
like the sea
eat me wholy
magesty
I trust you completly forever in my doubt
But sometimes I wonder
what your life’s all about
vluyv
twisted. Salty. Salt in my wounds. complicated but simple. Like life. It’s how you choose it to be.
Kelly
The pretzel steamed invitingly. A mountain of molten cheese slowly trickled down the edge of the salty bread treat. My mouth water in
He tied himself up like a pretzel up there on the stage. The music was mesmerizing as he contorted himself in many unimaginable ways. His fun approach to ridiculous body movements made me wonder what it might be like to do some twisting fun with him in the sackaroonio!
mmm pretzels are soo good. Me and my dad would eat them at baseball games. we would go see the yankees and he would buy me one but he never liked them salty so he would pick the salt granes off one half of the pretzel and I would leave them on the other half and we would eat one togther.
pretzel is like when we fit each other perfectly and we are all tangled limbs and lovely but also like delicious salty pretzels with mustard which is the only way to eat a pretzel and sunny Central Park days with friends in photographs and also a strange euphemism for a sexual act but it’s not what you think and what really else can i say about pretzels other than pretzels covered in dark chocolate are the best thing on earth.
Twisted
Contorted
Sesame seeded
Mustard dipped
Salty
Snacky
Local Mall
Movie Theater
Treat
Thing…
Yum
She didn’t like how salty the pretzels were, but she smiled and nibbled on them anyway. She hadn’t eaten all day, and she was bloody starving, and of course she picked the party that wasn’t serving any real food. Everyone else looked so dainty and done-up in the cocktail dresses and snappy heels, their pressed slacks and button-down shirts sans ties.
She wished she’d gone to The Pit instead. There she’d be guaranteed moving bodies, hard rock, and the time of her life.
Todos tenemos el mismo mundo, debemos dejarlo mejor que como lo encontramos, con pequeñas aportaciones, el mundo puede mejorar y las futuras generaciones lograran disfrutar algo mejor de lo que nosotros estamos viviendo…. Basta de Guerras, Injusticias y Egoismos!!! Vamos a actuar!!!
Today I ate a pretzel. One covered in those snowflakes of salt. These flakes seem like too much with each bite but truly it’s just what I need. A pretzel is all I need to make me smile.
I walked the boardwalk today, there was a colorfully lit pretzel stand with a Chilean man running it. I guiltily decided to buy one, it wasn’t the best pretzel I’d ever had, maybe it was a tad stale, but it’s the single thing that made me feel better in the slightest imprinted in my mind when I recall that night. That night when you betrayed my trust, and ruined everything.
salty warm, crusted with honey mustard and spicey ranch sauce. so hot with dough like baby cheeks. it tastes good with beer, water and milk. orange juice please without too much citrus. I like you big curled like yoga. spiraled like a figure eight, one piece of bread that looks like separate arteries and ventricles of a heart, a human or animal heart, primates alike, like amphibions too.
Twisted, twined
Salted or sweet
Tossed and turned
Hard or soft
Criss-crossed
Her lithe body twist around him like a pretzel, arms circle his neck, legs loop with his own. She melds them together, so neatly that soon outside observers want be able to tell where her body begins and where hers begins. Yet still a distance exist between them, just not a physical one.
“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..I’m sorry… He whispers over and over again for her ears only.
She presses her face closer to his, until their their foreheads touch, and their hair mingles, effectively cutting off his apology. When she speaks, minty breath wafts into his nostrils spreading awareness to his body. He is suddenly aware of the locker ridges cleaving into his back. Yet the sharp pain seems vastly unimportant when confronted with the girl he loves. He has to make it right.
Her lips, painted crimson with her favorite lipstick near his slack jaw.
“It’s forgiven.” She hisses lips ghosting over his own teasingly. “I love you to much to ever let you go.”
They’re yummy. I like the ones at the mall. Except they have WAY too much salt on them. Gross. Salt. It’s really nasty. Seriously. Bleh. So, now I have more time. Pretzels are German, right. Germany, 10 points!
The pretzel was scrumptious and delicious but it lacked a sort of saltiness that I would normally have preferred. It was one of those non-folded pretzels too, instead it was just straight and long. I hate that.
Pretzels were always my favourite food as a kid, and as a teen and for most of my adult life. That changed one day; when i saw a man bent into a pretzel. Now whenever I see one I hear him screaming over the cracking of his bones. The look on his face.
well, there it goes. It’s all gone, and no one can do anything about it. Maybe one more will be hiding in the folds of the cellophane, or forgotten behind a chair leg, and you’ll get to experience that salty crunch once more. But alas, there is none, and you’re left with an empty feeling deep inside of you. The pretzels are all gone.
miniscule crystals make my mouth water. the crunch so satisfying. leaves your mouth dry as a desert. pretzels.
These pretzels are making me thirsty!
I hate pretzels. Salty, and stale… horrible, nasty things they are. I’d much rather be eating a basketful of freshly picked blackberries, or some good italian food. But pretzels… YUCK! I think the only thing worse than a pretzel are green beans. UGH. Pretzels… Nasty little things…
sticky salt brown issue mold dough butter grease kitchen stove mall twist pretzels are delicious when they are nice and buttery and soft and not too salty but just the right amount of salt added and maybe just a little bit of cheese or flavor powder and when you get to the middle of the twist that’s the best !
what’s the hell is that, i’ve never heard about this word!! pretzel i’m wondering what could it be, is it a birdN OR A FLOWER, OR A KIND OF FOOD! it could be somebody’s name.i think it’s a beautiful thing, becaose it begins with p and i like the p !! meybe becouse it reminds me something i like..i just don’t know, what ever is that , i like it!
pretzel, just writing it makes me laught , hahaha pretzel, beautiful thing, i like youuu ..
and what if it is a bad thingn, i mean, a desgusting one , i don’t know life is strange enought to make the mist pretty things look bad.. i think i’m just wrinting without giving my brain time to think, it’s better to make a beautiful point and to shut up, beafore i start to eem to what? to PRETZEL..
I love pretzels. They make think of warm summer days. Spending an entire day at the fair with my family. I can already smell the mouthwatering treat. Pretzels make me smile.
they can be soft, or crunchy. they are normally twisted into an abnormal shape and salted. soft pretzels are often sold at baseball games. hard pretzels are often sold in a bag and eaten at some sort of party. they’re made of bread, and i think they’re quite delicious.
A tasty bread treat that I love to eat. Every time I smell the big pretzels I always think of the fair. Warm summer days. I can feel the cheese running down my throat. I love pretzels.
One day, I went to a carnival and bought a pretzel. It was soft, moist, fluffy. Had a slightly salty taste with a hint of sweetness, and it was delicious. The way it broke apart, and basically melted in my mouth was great. MMmmmm.
my life is a pretzel. twisted in many different places. Disturbing pain throughout life. Knots that hold it together but also lock it up & salt that makes it tastier but also could kill you. tragedies that help you grow but could also tear you down.
My friend says she makes really good pretzels with candy or m&ms inside them. I like the cinnamon and sugar covered pretzels even though the crystals get really sticky when they get wet. My mother loves the almond pretzels, even though they are really rare to find. I lied about her being my friend, she isn’t.
i love pretzels. they are salty and taste good with sweets.Snyders pretzels are the best ever. Rold gold is a popular brand. they come in all shapes and sizes, they are good diped in cheese and chocolate and many other flavors!
what’s the hell is that, i’ve never heard about this word!! pretzel i’m wondering what could it be, is it a birdN OR A FLOWER, OR A KIND OF FOOD! it could be somebody’s name.i think it’s a beautiful thing, becaose it begins with p and i like the p !! meybe becouse it reminds me something i like..i just don’t know, what ever is that , i like it!
Salty. A snack made for kings.
One time, I had a pretzel, it was the tastiest thing I ever snacked on.
Also, a physical position.
Pretzels are salty and delicious! YUM! mmmm tastyyyy! Pretzels are very good with peanut butter! Also chocolate dipped pretzels are delectible!!! Pretzels are a very good snack!
Anything to do with Germans and their culture makes me drool all over the place with patriotic glee and happiness. German pretzels make that figurative drooling literal. With its perfectly salted outward appearance and the fat, soft, satisfying taste. Mmmm – thank you, Germany, for being awesome.
The shape of a pretzel shows great depth into whatever the creator was thinking. The heart shape obviously symbolises the love he felt for a person, whereas the knotted shape could be something to do with that also. Either way, I love them.
Its strange, this is the fourth time I’ve received “pretzel” as a word to start with: I wonder if their running out of words. Anyways, as I was recalling, after World War Terminus, the Earth was…
Twisted. Complicated yet simple. Salty like your words that pour into my wounds. Complex without being overly so. Intricate might be a better description.
A pretzel has many twists and turns, like life, but you have to take it with a grain of salt. No pretzel is perfect, sometimes they’re shaped funny, or burned, but the reality is they are all equally beautiful and unique, and no, I’m not still talking about pretzels.
Pretzels were her favorite snack. Salty as they could come or as sweet as sunshine. She would get one whenever she passed by the shop. Or two, or three. But out of the blue she never came back. And now I’m left with pretzels. They could be saltier than the sea or sweeter than laughter but they couldn’t bring her back.
salty, buttery
delicious.
at the mall.
YOGA.
only when i’m happy.
Sitting in the chairs by the fountains.
can we go back?
Pretzals taste good
yum
eat me up
they are salty
like the sea
eat me wholy
magesty
I trust you completly forever in my doubt
But sometimes I wonder
what your life’s all about
twisted. Salty. Salt in my wounds. complicated but simple. Like life. It’s how you choose it to be.
The pretzel steamed invitingly. A mountain of molten cheese slowly trickled down the edge of the salty bread treat. My mouth water in