I print my name on everything all the way from homework to just writing my name on a blank sheet of paper for no reason. My dad prints a lot of papers for work, he usually doesn’t like using a lot of paper but if it is for work then he will do it.
Lyndsy
The colorful designs that Christine found on all of the clothes in her closet. Man, heaven sure did know how to provide for her. They got her style exactly right. It was all fun, all floral, as if her clothes could do the talking for her. She had always been afraid of being terribly dull, as anyone of that age is. Not enough had happened to her yet. Perhaps dying would be enough?
Prints are the images that the mind captures using the tools of creation. From photography to paintings to creations of the mind. Prints are the lasting impression of the moment of creativity, they are the moment captured and displayed for a lifetime.
Andy Latimer
Yesterday all I could be was I was sad but as I walked my usual route home I was given reminders that I have paw prints indelibly marked on my soul. Even though they are not with me, my loved ones are not far away. They leave me markers and reminders that they love me and the world is good. Today I will not be sad.
i printed a paper about printing press and the prints were so ugly they had to re do it and print more copies and print print print erm idk what to say erm erm erm PRINTS PRINTS PRINTS. erm i love printing things OMG YESTERDAY YESTERDAY I HAD TO PRINT LIKE 12 COPIES OF MY DRAWING FOR MY SCIENCE PROJECT AND YEA…
Melody Hu
The word “prints” reminds me of a cat. A cat’s paws to be more exact. I love holding my cats’ paws. I wish Jayjay would come inside. He worries me so. Sammy, on the other hand, is always curled up next to me. Well, not next to me. Near me. He’s sitting on the couch next to the chair I’m on. If I moved to another room, though, I’m sure he’d follow.
Lexie Farr
Prints. Loud. Big. Bold. Beautiful. Polka Dotted. Pin Striped. Prints.
They’re what you see.
But what about me.
The background, what holds those prints to the fabric?
Being a lover of fashion, I assume I’m suppose to talk about textile prints. Prints can add pop to the outfit whether it’s a night on the town or picking up the kids from day care. Prints are a major need in every women’s wardrobe just to spice things up a little. An awesome pillow with a killer Mediterranean print can brighten up a room in a snap. Prints are useful for our everyday life.
Charlotte
Uhmmmm…
So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed, we’re just having fun, we dont care who see’s, so what we go out, thats how it’s supposed to be, living young and wild and free. (:
There are prints EVERYWHERE. On your clothes, on your furniture, on your walls, and even on your body!!
Mikaela
There are many things that fade away over time. Many things that cannot be measured by technological standards. We need more tangible things. More things that we can touch and hold. More things that matter. That matter so much, we’d hate for them to fade.
it was the first time he ever laid eyes on her. the girl that would change his life. she was wearing a peculiar print skirt of every pattern and color. flashes of red matched with yellow, blue and green.
He blinked as she walked by him. he had to know her name.
Who Dat
unsteady footprints loosely engraved in the mud
created a shaky trail
to his body, his motionless body
just laying there lifeless, pale,
the tall grass caressing him
Footprints and hand prints and paw prints. All are marked on my heart. Deep impressions from deep emotions, soft, faint impressions that build up and go deeper with time. From a smile, a wave, a soft conversation that ended in laughter. From a soft, comforting purr, and a gentle rasp from a not-so-gentle tongue. and I love you, both of you. So why am I all alone?
I have my carbon finger prints all over the place. The idea is to make a smaller print. I hate the trash that is littered and keeps landing on the beach.
Prints are nice on fabric especially with many colors.
Nancy
She had several prints of her favorite painting. She eagerly showed them to any who were remotely interested. Picasso simply fascinated her – she could ramble on for hours. But no one else seemed to care about it as she did.
I have never been entirely good with prints, always expecting the machines to do the work for me; cutting minuscule pieces out- no, not even cutting, chipping away at the half-giving mats with patterns that always seemed too much like wounds to be any amount of schoolroom-appropriate decorative, and yet turning out hopelessly benign.
I like prints with flowers and birds on them. I guess I am a bit whimsical that way. These kind of prints make me very happy, so I wish I could have everything I wear with flowers and birds. Sadly, they don’t make things like that in my size.
Elizabeth
The steam rose off the grass
in little misty streams
as the morning dew was
slowly dissolved
he trudged at a steady
pace
no traces of him were left
none but his
footprints
Look at my prints, patterns all over. Show you my face, but all you see is a face. I see so much more. I see invisible bruises and scars. Printed on my face, neck, body. This body. It has been so many places. Seen so many things. Has become so much. Oh what do I do with all of these prints. Show them to the world? Or keep to myself..
the prints lead him forward, towards his possible demise. why should he continue? he wondered. but, step by step, that’s what he did. he continued for his home, for his family, and for himself.
Prints upon my back leave reflections of my life hardened like pizza crusts.
Self_Made
Where are my prints? My fingerprints! It seems that my fingers have been sanded down for the umpteenth time. I don’t know who keeps doing this. It’s just not fair. If I commit a crime today, no one will know it was me. Why? Because I have no prints. Fingerprints that is. Just crazy isn’t it?
I took the long, winding drive to the pharmacy. I had to pick up the prints from our last vacation. I had ordered them to be developed two days earlier. Five hours before he left me. Here I was, tear-stained face, going to get those smiling photos. Those lies.
one time my friend and i attempted taking a printing class in college. The professor showed us examples of what some students had made and we were in awe. The beautiful pieces of work we had been shown portrayed examples of the best usage of color and creative images. We had no clue how they were made, and upon explanation we were overwhelmed. We had stepped in thinking we were going to create masterpieces but soon realized we were the minority. We left and ended up dropping the class because we were scared.
Newspaper… Pictures. I don’t understand this website? I have an art class and we have to make “prints” They’re just stamps though… I’m doing mine over a piggy bank. I’m actually kind of excited. :) but I still don’t understand… Alrightio.
Amber
hand
Emily
The prints weren’t how they were supposed to be. The font was too large and the main picture was hidden amongst the many pictures of bouquets. Sandra wanted to scream and shout but she knew it would do no one any good.
Sighing, she hit the delete button and started over. She owed it to her clients to produce the best wedding invitations she could with the list of ridiculous instructions they had given her.
“Some people,” Sandra thought to herself, “really have no taste!”
i make prints on the printer. i print color things, noncolor things, everything. :) so fun!! printing is a great thing to do cuz then you can trace the picture and take credit for it awesome right? haha i just cheated the ame i get an extra 60 seconds. Hey i tink ill print this! DING! printing…. :) awesome hehe prints are fuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn haha im totally having fun right now.
JJ
I really want to print out pictures for my album. I am really lazy at ever getting them published. I know that now a days everything is on the computer, but my fear is that one day scrapbooking and albums will be outdated and I never want that to happen. I want to be able to hold my picture in my hand, and not stare at a computer screen. I am not sure if that truly wakes any sense, but thats how I feel, yo
here we were, years later forced together at the reunion. i hadn’t seen or thought of him since that day he erased our hand prints in the sand. and then i realized it: he erased my print in his heart just as easily, but now ached for it back.
Fingertips und fingerprints. Wie sie die Worte aussprach. Wie ihre Lippen mit einem kleinen präzisen Knall auseinander platzten. Wie sie dabei gedankenverloren vor sich hinsah, die Welt vergessend, und nur sie in einer Luftblase aus Donner und Eis. Es war Sommer. Der letzte Sommer ihres Lebens.
I print my name on everything all the way from homework to just writing my name on a blank sheet of paper for no reason. My dad prints a lot of papers for work, he usually doesn’t like using a lot of paper but if it is for work then he will do it.
The colorful designs that Christine found on all of the clothes in her closet. Man, heaven sure did know how to provide for her. They got her style exactly right. It was all fun, all floral, as if her clothes could do the talking for her. She had always been afraid of being terribly dull, as anyone of that age is. Not enough had happened to her yet. Perhaps dying would be enough?
Prints are the images that the mind captures using the tools of creation. From photography to paintings to creations of the mind. Prints are the lasting impression of the moment of creativity, they are the moment captured and displayed for a lifetime.
Yesterday all I could be was I was sad but as I walked my usual route home I was given reminders that I have paw prints indelibly marked on my soul. Even though they are not with me, my loved ones are not far away. They leave me markers and reminders that they love me and the world is good. Today I will not be sad.
i printed a paper about printing press and the prints were so ugly they had to re do it and print more copies and print print print erm idk what to say erm erm erm PRINTS PRINTS PRINTS. erm i love printing things OMG YESTERDAY YESTERDAY I HAD TO PRINT LIKE 12 COPIES OF MY DRAWING FOR MY SCIENCE PROJECT AND YEA…
The word “prints” reminds me of a cat. A cat’s paws to be more exact. I love holding my cats’ paws. I wish Jayjay would come inside. He worries me so. Sammy, on the other hand, is always curled up next to me. Well, not next to me. Near me. He’s sitting on the couch next to the chair I’m on. If I moved to another room, though, I’m sure he’d follow.
Prints. Loud. Big. Bold. Beautiful. Polka Dotted. Pin Striped. Prints.
They’re what you see.
But what about me.
The background, what holds those prints to the fabric?
Being a lover of fashion, I assume I’m suppose to talk about textile prints. Prints can add pop to the outfit whether it’s a night on the town or picking up the kids from day care. Prints are a major need in every women’s wardrobe just to spice things up a little. An awesome pillow with a killer Mediterranean print can brighten up a room in a snap. Prints are useful for our everyday life.
Uhmmmm…
So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed, we’re just having fun, we dont care who see’s, so what we go out, thats how it’s supposed to be, living young and wild and free. (:
There are prints EVERYWHERE. On your clothes, on your furniture, on your walls, and even on your body!!
There are many things that fade away over time. Many things that cannot be measured by technological standards. We need more tangible things. More things that we can touch and hold. More things that matter. That matter so much, we’d hate for them to fade.
it was the first time he ever laid eyes on her. the girl that would change his life. she was wearing a peculiar print skirt of every pattern and color. flashes of red matched with yellow, blue and green.
He blinked as she walked by him. he had to know her name.
unsteady footprints loosely engraved in the mud
created a shaky trail
to his body, his motionless body
just laying there lifeless, pale,
the tall grass caressing him
My college only gives us a certain amount of prints a semester.
Footprints and hand prints and paw prints. All are marked on my heart. Deep impressions from deep emotions, soft, faint impressions that build up and go deeper with time. From a smile, a wave, a soft conversation that ended in laughter. From a soft, comforting purr, and a gentle rasp from a not-so-gentle tongue. and I love you, both of you. So why am I all alone?
I have my carbon finger prints all over the place. The idea is to make a smaller print. I hate the trash that is littered and keeps landing on the beach.
Prints are nice on fabric especially with many colors.
She had several prints of her favorite painting. She eagerly showed them to any who were remotely interested. Picasso simply fascinated her – she could ramble on for hours. But no one else seemed to care about it as she did.
I have never been entirely good with prints, always expecting the machines to do the work for me; cutting minuscule pieces out- no, not even cutting, chipping away at the half-giving mats with patterns that always seemed too much like wounds to be any amount of schoolroom-appropriate decorative, and yet turning out hopelessly benign.
I like prints with flowers and birds on them. I guess I am a bit whimsical that way. These kind of prints make me very happy, so I wish I could have everything I wear with flowers and birds. Sadly, they don’t make things like that in my size.
The steam rose off the grass
in little misty streams
as the morning dew was
slowly dissolved
he trudged at a steady
pace
no traces of him were left
none but his
footprints
Look at my prints, patterns all over. Show you my face, but all you see is a face. I see so much more. I see invisible bruises and scars. Printed on my face, neck, body. This body. It has been so many places. Seen so many things. Has become so much. Oh what do I do with all of these prints. Show them to the world? Or keep to myself..
the prints lead him forward, towards his possible demise. why should he continue? he wondered. but, step by step, that’s what he did. he continued for his home, for his family, and for himself.
Prints upon my back leave reflections of my life hardened like pizza crusts.
Where are my prints? My fingerprints! It seems that my fingers have been sanded down for the umpteenth time. I don’t know who keeps doing this. It’s just not fair. If I commit a crime today, no one will know it was me. Why? Because I have no prints. Fingerprints that is. Just crazy isn’t it?
animal prints, newspaper prints, printed paper. :)
I took the long, winding drive to the pharmacy. I had to pick up the prints from our last vacation. I had ordered them to be developed two days earlier. Five hours before he left me. Here I was, tear-stained face, going to get those smiling photos. Those lies.
one time my friend and i attempted taking a printing class in college. The professor showed us examples of what some students had made and we were in awe. The beautiful pieces of work we had been shown portrayed examples of the best usage of color and creative images. We had no clue how they were made, and upon explanation we were overwhelmed. We had stepped in thinking we were going to create masterpieces but soon realized we were the minority. We left and ended up dropping the class because we were scared.
Newspaper… Pictures. I don’t understand this website? I have an art class and we have to make “prints” They’re just stamps though… I’m doing mine over a piggy bank. I’m actually kind of excited. :) but I still don’t understand… Alrightio.
hand
The prints weren’t how they were supposed to be. The font was too large and the main picture was hidden amongst the many pictures of bouquets. Sandra wanted to scream and shout but she knew it would do no one any good.
Sighing, she hit the delete button and started over. She owed it to her clients to produce the best wedding invitations she could with the list of ridiculous instructions they had given her.
“Some people,” Sandra thought to herself, “really have no taste!”
animal prints only look pretty on skinney girls.
i make prints on the printer. i print color things, noncolor things, everything. :) so fun!! printing is a great thing to do cuz then you can trace the picture and take credit for it awesome right? haha i just cheated the ame i get an extra 60 seconds. Hey i tink ill print this! DING! printing…. :) awesome hehe prints are fuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn haha im totally having fun right now.
I really want to print out pictures for my album. I am really lazy at ever getting them published. I know that now a days everything is on the computer, but my fear is that one day scrapbooking and albums will be outdated and I never want that to happen. I want to be able to hold my picture in my hand, and not stare at a computer screen. I am not sure if that truly wakes any sense, but thats how I feel, yo
The scripts are ready, but everyone seems to need a copy of the print
here we were, years later forced together at the reunion. i hadn’t seen or thought of him since that day he erased our hand prints in the sand. and then i realized it: he erased my print in his heart just as easily, but now ached for it back.
Fingertips und fingerprints. Wie sie die Worte aussprach. Wie ihre Lippen mit einem kleinen präzisen Knall auseinander platzten. Wie sie dabei gedankenverloren vor sich hinsah, die Welt vergessend, und nur sie in einer Luftblase aus Donner und Eis. Es war Sommer. Der letzte Sommer ihres Lebens.
I see your footprints in the sand. I follow you. I walk where you have walked before me.
The man wanted to see the leftover prints of the sheet music he had copied to see whether it had come out badly on any of th
Prints was a small kitten. Grey and darker grey with a black swishy tail. His mew was melodic and his affection true.