Stop making all that racket. It’s more than I can bear. My ears and face and skin are painfully full of the noise you’re creating with your mouth and I need you to take your feet and move it away from my court.
The tennis court was hot, and the humidity unbearable. I was obligated to meet Mike for a match. So I went. The sweat was pouring , my eyes burning. I aced my first serve! Maybe it wont be so bad after all!
Donna
It was quite a racket next door. Most people in our neighborhood have quieter parties than this. I guess some people just don’t care about their neighbors. I went over to find out what was up. A young lady my age opened the door. My feelings of anger were present, though I was beginning to soften. She even knew my name. And she was pretty.
Jonathan
My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don’t want to. I’m terrible at it. I have no hand-eye coordination, but she doesn’t seem to care. Sometimes I think people expect me just to be wonderful at everything. But I’m just not, I’m just me.
Very curious about the meaning the word could have actually been derived from. Racket means to throw something with great force. Usually used in sports, a racket is common for lawn tennis, badminton and other net savvy games.
Anamika Bhattacharya
“What’s all the racket out there?” Mrs. Crabby, as we liked to call her, yelled out at us.
“Nothing, we’re just playing,” I responded, doing my best to sound sweet and innocent.
She did something along the lines of a grunt, and trudged back in her house. My friends and I looked at each other and snickered at her grouchy disposition.
Kenley
the word racket reminds me of alot of things, it reminds me of tennis and actualy thats pretty much it. I hate tennis but im sure other people could disagree that tennis is the best sport ever, sadly its not the sport but the injuries that have come along with it.
Genevive
My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don’t want to. I’m awful at it, really and truly. I have no hand-eye coordination at all, but she doesn’t seem to care. Sometimes I just think people expect me to be wonderful at everything. But I’m just not, I’m just me.
Eleanor
Human beings cause rackets. It;s what they do. From the beginning of time, we love creating and listening to noise. As society progresses, so do our definitions of what constitutes good noise and bad noise. We call this a number of things: expressions, music, greetings. It’s what makes us human
Francis
She woke up in the middle of the night to a large noise in the kitchen. It was quite the racket and it had startled her. Slightly peeved, she put on her robe and walked to the kitchen to fine a man in all black stealing her fine cutlery and china. She picked up a frying pan and whacked him across the head. Letting out a startled scream as he clattered to the floor now in an unconscious heap. The woman reached for the telephone and called the police. The man had been on the loose for days after peoples finery and she brought him down.
Olivia S
racket is used with something known as fuddi in hindi, quite funny the naem. It is also know as the badminton. Racket can also mean to rapture the things.
The funniest thing about tennis courts is the floor – it always sticks to your feet and makes you feel light, but also like you can’t go anywhere. It makes me not want to trust it. It feels like a trap.
I hated tennis. My mother would sit and watch me as an old man chastised me about my backhand form, and I felt like a prisoner in mesh gates and that sticky, awful green ground.
A racket?! That’s what they got me? I don’t even play tennis. Oh someone’s in danger of receiving awful christmas gifts this year. That is, me and other people.
they always make a racket.
it’s so loud, so annoying-
in the mornings when I wake up
to the sound of voices
(that are louder
than necessary)
I try to block out the racket
with my pillow.
but it never works.
Kimberly
The rubber grip between my fingers. Opposite of what I’m used to. Left over right. Left over right. Because if you hold it like a baseball bat and try to hit the ball backhand, your arms will twist up like a double helix.
You have got to buy a tennis racket for me, _Julie said.
Wait, what now? You said you weren’t into sports or something!
Well, there’s this guy… who agrees to be my partner…So I was wondering, would you buy me a tennis racket?
Monika
rackets are ussed in sports to hit balls, like in tennis or stuff like that. you can also use a racket to hit someone in the head like un movies. rackets have many uses, like you can see, they are used in the snow to walk through.
Rebe
sometimes the racket is too much. but there is no way to escape your own mind.
I then stumbled upon an old racket. “That’s weird” I thought. No one in my family has ever played tennis before. I thought it could be borrowed but that was weird too because we didn’t know of anyone who played tennis. A gift then, maybe?
Laura
Something you use to hit a flying object with, supposedly a ball. For example a tennis racket. If you want, you could use a racket for other things like hitting your stupid ex boyfriend with or your annoying parents. Be careful to not have any deadly consequences when using a racket.
Alexandra
Tennis is not a team sport. It’s one on one, all you. YOUR physical and mental capabilities versus another. Stress might tear you down but tennis players can always pull through. Need a little luck with the racket though (;
Josie Brannon
my racket hit the ball. from the corner of my eye, i saw the eager eyes of the crowd follow it’s flight to the other side of the net, where my opponent tried to hit it and missed. the big hats nodded in approval. the clapping wasn’t loud, it was polite.
Maria
Stop making so much noise, as a person, you must behave appropriately…you must not loiter or kick, speak or show skin…
So stop playing racketball, for you are not a racketball player.
We made a racket in the woods last night. And rightly so, we were getting drunker quicker than we were used to. I feel it all helped to keep any animals away. I kept imagining them, but I also think they were watching us all.
The racket in my head is so loud sometimes. I hear so many voices, bad ones and good ones. Some could change my life, and some could ruin it. Sometimes I just have no idea which one to listen to. Which one?
Cheryl
the moment was disrupted by the racket caused by crowd, the moment which was very precious,
the end
The racket hit the tennis ball quickly and it went far away from the court so the crowd ran after it.
Leah
racket, loose strings, hard plastic strings and always a square gap near the edge. the rubber of the handle spiraling off, and sticky in my palm. three free rackets from the basement of my aunt, and one actually looks good and new, the handle firm and fresh black and strong.
The noise and the racket and the cacophony kept me up at night. Nights that mother wouldn’t return home were the best. I would lay in bed and hope that the racket would be over for good. But it never was; for some reason she always came home and it would all start up again. My father was a tired, tired man, and I pitied him. I knew that I would never want to end up this way, with this noise, racket, cacophony.
I smacked the invisible tennis ball with the imaginary racket gripped between fingers.
I always wanted to be an athlete but football was too physically demanding, baseball was too defined, and basketball required upper-body strength I did not possess. The coach told me to join the debate team, but show him – and my parents too. I’ll show them all: I can sweat like the rest of them.
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Dosel
there was a racket in the middle of the night, though for the north end there was a racket in the middle of every night. This night though, this particular racket seemed different to me. It seemed somewhat eerie.
carrie
Lots of noise.
The whole world is always making racket.
Some beautiful.
Some painful.
Sometimes you’re the one making the racket.
Sometimes it hurts; sometimes it makes you heart smile.
We are all in the midst of the universal racket.
Sarah
Racket is my tennis racket. A blue small tennis racket. My friends have tennis rackets too. They come in pink, orange, and blue. Using rackets are fun.
Dosel
Racket, das ist doch so ein Schläger, wie man ihn für Eishockey, Hockey, Polo oder Baseball benutzt. Meistens hört man den Begriff aber nicht in Zusammenhang mit den entsprechenden Spielen, sondern weil irgendwer irgendwem den Kopf damit eingeschlagen hat.
The racket of the crowded living room would have been unbearable, had I been sober. But, highly intoxicated as i was, the throbbing music, paired with the bustling, grinding bodies and the dim lighting, was alluring, mysterious. One-night couples danced together, stealing kisses where they dared. And in the darkened corners, wayward words were whispered, on the pretence that none of this would be remembered. Moments slipped by, the continuous rhythm beating the night away, as we danced, trying to forget who we were; if only for one night.
The noise that is made when throwing stones into a rusty bucket. Or dubstep.
sarah
the ball threw through the air and a man caught it in his mouth and ate a cricket nd then shat a finger and sat on a nail and then racket racket racket in your eye, you are a pie, your mouth is a snake, your ear in a make er. you are a smelly welly wello
sollai
Fucking rackets. They are fucking used for shit we dont even need. Theyre used to hit the hell out of people. Theyre used tp beat your wife. Your children. Your mother. Tennis rackets are just a way to cover up the meaning of tennis. Tennis is for angry people.
Stop making all that racket. It’s more than I can bear. My ears and face and skin are painfully full of the noise you’re creating with your mouth and I need you to take your feet and move it away from my court.
The tennis court was hot, and the humidity unbearable. I was obligated to meet Mike for a match. So I went. The sweat was pouring , my eyes burning. I aced my first serve! Maybe it wont be so bad after all!
It was quite a racket next door. Most people in our neighborhood have quieter parties than this. I guess some people just don’t care about their neighbors. I went over to find out what was up. A young lady my age opened the door. My feelings of anger were present, though I was beginning to soften. She even knew my name. And she was pretty.
My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don’t want to. I’m terrible at it. I have no hand-eye coordination, but she doesn’t seem to care. Sometimes I think people expect me just to be wonderful at everything. But I’m just not, I’m just me.
Very curious about the meaning the word could have actually been derived from. Racket means to throw something with great force. Usually used in sports, a racket is common for lawn tennis, badminton and other net savvy games.
“What’s all the racket out there?” Mrs. Crabby, as we liked to call her, yelled out at us.
“Nothing, we’re just playing,” I responded, doing my best to sound sweet and innocent.
She did something along the lines of a grunt, and trudged back in her house. My friends and I looked at each other and snickered at her grouchy disposition.
the word racket reminds me of alot of things, it reminds me of tennis and actualy thats pretty much it. I hate tennis but im sure other people could disagree that tennis is the best sport ever, sadly its not the sport but the injuries that have come along with it.
My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don’t want to. I’m awful at it, really and truly. I have no hand-eye coordination at all, but she doesn’t seem to care. Sometimes I just think people expect me to be wonderful at everything. But I’m just not, I’m just me.
Human beings cause rackets. It;s what they do. From the beginning of time, we love creating and listening to noise. As society progresses, so do our definitions of what constitutes good noise and bad noise. We call this a number of things: expressions, music, greetings. It’s what makes us human
She woke up in the middle of the night to a large noise in the kitchen. It was quite the racket and it had startled her. Slightly peeved, she put on her robe and walked to the kitchen to fine a man in all black stealing her fine cutlery and china. She picked up a frying pan and whacked him across the head. Letting out a startled scream as he clattered to the floor now in an unconscious heap. The woman reached for the telephone and called the police. The man had been on the loose for days after peoples finery and she brought him down.
racket is used with something known as fuddi in hindi, quite funny the naem. It is also know as the badminton. Racket can also mean to rapture the things.
The funniest thing about tennis courts is the floor – it always sticks to your feet and makes you feel light, but also like you can’t go anywhere. It makes me not want to trust it. It feels like a trap.
I hated tennis. My mother would sit and watch me as an old man chastised me about my backhand form, and I felt like a prisoner in mesh gates and that sticky, awful green ground.
A racket?! That’s what they got me? I don’t even play tennis. Oh someone’s in danger of receiving awful christmas gifts this year. That is, me and other people.
they always make a racket.
it’s so loud, so annoying-
in the mornings when I wake up
to the sound of voices
(that are louder
than necessary)
I try to block out the racket
with my pillow.
but it never works.
The rubber grip between my fingers. Opposite of what I’m used to. Left over right. Left over right. Because if you hold it like a baseball bat and try to hit the ball backhand, your arms will twist up like a double helix.
You have got to buy a tennis racket for me, _Julie said.
Wait, what now? You said you weren’t into sports or something!
Well, there’s this guy… who agrees to be my partner…So I was wondering, would you buy me a tennis racket?
rackets are ussed in sports to hit balls, like in tennis or stuff like that. you can also use a racket to hit someone in the head like un movies. rackets have many uses, like you can see, they are used in the snow to walk through.
sometimes the racket is too much. but there is no way to escape your own mind.
I then stumbled upon an old racket. “That’s weird” I thought. No one in my family has ever played tennis before. I thought it could be borrowed but that was weird too because we didn’t know of anyone who played tennis. A gift then, maybe?
Something you use to hit a flying object with, supposedly a ball. For example a tennis racket. If you want, you could use a racket for other things like hitting your stupid ex boyfriend with or your annoying parents. Be careful to not have any deadly consequences when using a racket.
Tennis is not a team sport. It’s one on one, all you. YOUR physical and mental capabilities versus another. Stress might tear you down but tennis players can always pull through. Need a little luck with the racket though (;
my racket hit the ball. from the corner of my eye, i saw the eager eyes of the crowd follow it’s flight to the other side of the net, where my opponent tried to hit it and missed. the big hats nodded in approval. the clapping wasn’t loud, it was polite.
Stop making so much noise, as a person, you must behave appropriately…you must not loiter or kick, speak or show skin…
So stop playing racketball, for you are not a racketball player.
We made a racket in the woods last night. And rightly so, we were getting drunker quicker than we were used to. I feel it all helped to keep any animals away. I kept imagining them, but I also think they were watching us all.
The racket in my head is so loud sometimes. I hear so many voices, bad ones and good ones. Some could change my life, and some could ruin it. Sometimes I just have no idea which one to listen to. Which one?
the moment was disrupted by the racket caused by crowd, the moment which was very precious,
the end
The racket hit the tennis ball quickly and it went far away from the court so the crowd ran after it.
racket, loose strings, hard plastic strings and always a square gap near the edge. the rubber of the handle spiraling off, and sticky in my palm. three free rackets from the basement of my aunt, and one actually looks good and new, the handle firm and fresh black and strong.
The noise and the racket and the cacophony kept me up at night. Nights that mother wouldn’t return home were the best. I would lay in bed and hope that the racket would be over for good. But it never was; for some reason she always came home and it would all start up again. My father was a tired, tired man, and I pitied him. I knew that I would never want to end up this way, with this noise, racket, cacophony.
The racket from doen the hall is so I I can not hear myself think.
My tennis racket is broke. Now I can’t play the game with you.
I smacked the invisible tennis ball with the imaginary racket gripped between fingers.
I always wanted to be an athlete but football was too physically demanding, baseball was too defined, and basketball required upper-body strength I did not possess. The coach told me to join the debate team, but show him – and my parents too. I’ll show them all: I can sweat like the rest of them.
I already did this one. yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
there was a racket in the middle of the night, though for the north end there was a racket in the middle of every night. This night though, this particular racket seemed different to me. It seemed somewhat eerie.
Lots of noise.
The whole world is always making racket.
Some beautiful.
Some painful.
Sometimes you’re the one making the racket.
Sometimes it hurts; sometimes it makes you heart smile.
We are all in the midst of the universal racket.
Racket is my tennis racket. A blue small tennis racket. My friends have tennis rackets too. They come in pink, orange, and blue. Using rackets are fun.
Racket, das ist doch so ein Schläger, wie man ihn für Eishockey, Hockey, Polo oder Baseball benutzt. Meistens hört man den Begriff aber nicht in Zusammenhang mit den entsprechenden Spielen, sondern weil irgendwer irgendwem den Kopf damit eingeschlagen hat.
The racket of the crowded living room would have been unbearable, had I been sober. But, highly intoxicated as i was, the throbbing music, paired with the bustling, grinding bodies and the dim lighting, was alluring, mysterious. One-night couples danced together, stealing kisses where they dared. And in the darkened corners, wayward words were whispered, on the pretence that none of this would be remembered. Moments slipped by, the continuous rhythm beating the night away, as we danced, trying to forget who we were; if only for one night.
The noise that is made when throwing stones into a rusty bucket. Or dubstep.
the ball threw through the air and a man caught it in his mouth and ate a cricket nd then shat a finger and sat on a nail and then racket racket racket in your eye, you are a pie, your mouth is a snake, your ear in a make er. you are a smelly welly wello
Fucking rackets. They are fucking used for shit we dont even need. Theyre used to hit the hell out of people. Theyre used tp beat your wife. Your children. Your mother. Tennis rackets are just a way to cover up the meaning of tennis. Tennis is for angry people.