I love to play tennis with a racket! it is so fun and I like to mess around with the racket too it is fun to play pretend with and be wierd and I like to hit people because im violent! yay!!!! hehe this is to much fun like a racket! ya!
Ms.Poet
Racket. Crack it. Hack it. How do you make a racket come true? A bang, boom, whistle or stomp. A hollar, hoop, or a whap.
Sounds a lot like bracket, or brackish water. I caught lobsters one time, in Alaska. The girl who helped me looked a lot like my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, and she was really quite nice. We put the lobsters on our heads together, since no one else was brave enough. Took some pictures together. Weird.
bailey
smile
peace
love
joy
work
travel
excersie
rest
sign
dance
loud
kiss
drink wine and coffe
listen music
write
read
draw
paint
meditate
breathe
hug
express yourself
be original
Ana Kristina
My house is always full of noise. I could never just have a quiet house. It would feel odd. I like my time alone but I hate when I am without my family. I need and love them.
Garret Kingston
I stomped my feet on the floor below. Every since that new neighbor moved in, all night every night has been nothing but noise and the sounds of partying. If it weren’t for the sounds of explosions and gunfire, I’d swear they were filming a snuff film nightly.
My tennis racket was made of heavy wood, with the paint peeling off. The strings were starting to loosen. And it was way to big for my nine year old frame.
“What’s that noise?” I yelled. My brother is always making so much noise around the house. The tv is on, he’s wacking on a rock, he’s humming a beatle’s song, and mom is vaccuuming. I can’t stand that freaking vaccuum. It hums a high “E”.
Liz Johnson
The neighboors make a lot of racket. the racket ball court is full of balls. boys have balls, 2 of them usually. what all that racket down there? Screams the menopausal mother to her daughter in the basement.
Caroline Erickson
Every time that I opened my eyes, the world seemed to be so noisy. I only heard the racket surrounding me, and it was beginning to become a part of who I was. I was never able to hear anything but the racket outside of my head. That was until I began to dance. It was during my first ballet class that the racket left my life, and I heard and felt harmony for the first time
Carrie
The racket was big enough to win the tennis game but, small enough to swing with ease. And oh how I love a good racket when playing tennis.
The racket ball pinged against the wall with ease. The two boys looked around for the ball. TWACK! John smacked the ball back to the wall. BAM! The ball hit the wall and then went back and hit Tommy straight in the face, Tommy went down to the ground with a sickening thud.
Shannon
The racket that was heard from my neighbors sexual excursions kept my 12 year old son, Neville, awake the entire night. He had some very discomforting questions to give me in the morning, and needless to say, I was none too pleased to answer “Did Mr. Jarrod kill Mrs. Jarrod last night?”
D
bent and excess wires poke out from the racket. It doesn’t matter because the more the birdy lodges into the wire and fails to be shot across the net the more we laugh and the more we feel connected.
Lisa Tejpar
Cook me up a catfish in that there tennis racket frying pan salt and pepper early morning white wine piano chess on the front porch wearing a vest and nice worn blue jeans truth and eyes of the world
i cauze!! lotsa!! like partys? yay!!!
also something you hit balls w. hehe
the racketeers or however you spell it. i likes them :0)
reminds me of crocet. cuz it rhymes.
ok i dont like this word anymore
ima eat my salad now
Emalee
She took the tennis racket and slammed it into the ball hard, sending it slamming out over the court and into the sage. Sweat broke out all over her face from the hard game. “Annnnd she wins!” Came the announcers voice. loud, sweet. she fell to her knees exhausted. Not many could play a hard game like she could.
dododo
The urge to hit you is weirdly strong. You’d let me. Is that weird too? Maybe.
Doo doo doo doo doo! I’m unable to concentrate with my itunes playing in the background.
All it took was a single comment, a lecherous look.
“Nice butt, sweetheart.”
Externally, she may have looked demure with her tennis uniform and knobby knees, but with those three words, something inside of her snapped, started snarling and clawing away at her self-control.
She wanted to swing her racket wide in righteous indignation, hit the perverted look from his face and choke his demeaning words in his throat, to permanently leave a red woven pattern scarred into his skin. To hit the man until lips bled and teeth flew and bones broke.
There was huge racket outside, so I decided to take a peak. Much to my surprise, it was a raccoon and a sheep! They were rummaging through the trash, and not a word did I speak, but I quickly took a photo, and forever I will keep.
Becca
Tennis. It is an incredible thing. So many people come together to watch these simple games… It’s such a great feeling. Either watching, coaching or playing the game fills you with adrenalin and gives you such excitement. Tennis. Rackets. What fun!
Dudette
They traded rackets and complimented each other a final time.
I like to play music. Sometimes, when I play music it sounds really bad because I am not very good at it. My mom sometimes yells at me, “What’s that terrible racket?!” I don’t like when she says that.
Alyssa
Who’s making that racket upstairs can it be Mr. Riggles that hates when we play the music loud, do you think he hitting his broom on the floor telling us stop making the racket? Put the music back on.
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Alysse
There was a racket lying on the floor. Rats came close to it and began to smell it. Some ran around it. Some just simply walked away. But there was one who jumped right on to the racket.
Grace
I was just writing about rackets and the page stopped. So I am now rewriting about them.
I like racket balls they are fun to play with. I have some blue ones and some green ones. I suppose I like the green ones the best as you don’t see them as often.
Why minbout rackte?
ANd
Shannon
Tennis, my good friends. Tennis courts, conference champs, Peterson, badmiton, my friend’s grandma with cancer. Hanging out net. Three inches low. Playing tennis without the net. Calvin and Hobbes,
Marah
i held the racket in my hand waiting for the ball to come my way. I had no clue why i was standing on the court but i could feel the pain of anxiety in my stomach. I had no clue why. . . could i even play tennis or whatever this sport was?
Jessie
That racket! He clenched his teeth, absorbing the anger filling his bones. He wanted to cry out in pain, in frustration-surely life was out to get him! He stormed out the door, raised his head towards the ceiling, ready to yell at whoever was creating that noise.
Little did he know it was the last thing he would do.
i go thtis b4 lol is the only word it does lol i don’t like this. this is crazy. i wish we got longer and people judged our writing now tat whaoulf be awesome my writing is very unneat and incorrect LOL. why do i get another 60 secs? LOL LOL LOL TROLLOL LOL LOL
Chloe
all this racket
over saving face
making a scene,
so seem as if you care
once their eyes have turned,
you look away, solemn. .
do what you want, you say.
I hate when my neighbors complain about my music, like come on now its 2 p.m. and you want it to be silent? screw that ill play them full blast tomorrow…take that!
I played tennis with a racket. When I hit the ball with my racket, the racket cracked. I got so angry that I stuck my head through the racket and began running down the highway screaming. I then turned into a zombie. I was the first zombie racket victim and it was stupid, so I spread it to everyone else so I didn’t have to be alone but then I realized how selfish I was and for some reason I had bad and guilty feelings but I was still a zombie… with feelings </3
Sarah
i go thtis b4 lol is the only word it does lol i don’t like this. this is crazy. i wish we got longer and people judged our writing now tat whaoulf be awesome my writing is very unneat and incorrect LOL
Chloe
it is something that you use to hit a tennis ball with or a little birdie for badmitten or apples to play applesmear or it can be used to describe to much noise
Alison
His feet slammed into the bronze-slick floor as he ran, breath quick with hopes and terrors, through the clamorous house of bells.
He had an absurd mental image of a box of fireworks, dropped into the middle of a pantry, sending pots and pans screaming in blinding flares of red and gold. The thought faded quickly, however– no thoughts could survive in this racket.
It was unbearable. His ribcage was vibrating, his teeth jarring together with every resonating clang. He was trapped in an absolute disaster of sound.
whats all this racket, he asked has he stomped down the stair in a furious fret, all I go do was feel the heat rushing to my face and the pulsing of my heart beating faster, I knew that this was the longest its been, but it was going to happen again.
Tatiana
Rackets are fun because they are circular. My mom likes rackets. She plays tennis. Rackets are like guitars, but different. Well, they both have strings, right? Yeah, gotta love instruments. And talents. I am not really a racket person.
I love to play tennis with a racket! it is so fun and I like to mess around with the racket too it is fun to play pretend with and be wierd and I like to hit people because im violent! yay!!!! hehe this is to much fun like a racket! ya!
Racket. Crack it. Hack it. How do you make a racket come true? A bang, boom, whistle or stomp. A hollar, hoop, or a whap.
Kindle is hard to type on. Racket. Loud. Annoying. Irritating. Unstoppablee. Cannot ignore it. Unavoidable.
Sounds a lot like bracket, or brackish water. I caught lobsters one time, in Alaska. The girl who helped me looked a lot like my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, and she was really quite nice. We put the lobsters on our heads together, since no one else was brave enough. Took some pictures together. Weird.
smile
peace
love
joy
work
travel
excersie
rest
sign
dance
loud
kiss
drink wine and coffe
listen music
write
read
draw
paint
meditate
breathe
hug
express yourself
be original
My house is always full of noise. I could never just have a quiet house. It would feel odd. I like my time alone but I hate when I am without my family. I need and love them.
I stomped my feet on the floor below. Every since that new neighbor moved in, all night every night has been nothing but noise and the sounds of partying. If it weren’t for the sounds of explosions and gunfire, I’d swear they were filming a snuff film nightly.
My tennis racket was made of heavy wood, with the paint peeling off. The strings were starting to loosen. And it was way to big for my nine year old frame.
“What’s that noise?” I yelled. My brother is always making so much noise around the house. The tv is on, he’s wacking on a rock, he’s humming a beatle’s song, and mom is vaccuuming. I can’t stand that freaking vaccuum. It hums a high “E”.
The neighboors make a lot of racket. the racket ball court is full of balls. boys have balls, 2 of them usually. what all that racket down there? Screams the menopausal mother to her daughter in the basement.
Every time that I opened my eyes, the world seemed to be so noisy. I only heard the racket surrounding me, and it was beginning to become a part of who I was. I was never able to hear anything but the racket outside of my head. That was until I began to dance. It was during my first ballet class that the racket left my life, and I heard and felt harmony for the first time
The racket was big enough to win the tennis game but, small enough to swing with ease. And oh how I love a good racket when playing tennis.
The racket ball pinged against the wall with ease. The two boys looked around for the ball. TWACK! John smacked the ball back to the wall. BAM! The ball hit the wall and then went back and hit Tommy straight in the face, Tommy went down to the ground with a sickening thud.
The racket that was heard from my neighbors sexual excursions kept my 12 year old son, Neville, awake the entire night. He had some very discomforting questions to give me in the morning, and needless to say, I was none too pleased to answer “Did Mr. Jarrod kill Mrs. Jarrod last night?”
bent and excess wires poke out from the racket. It doesn’t matter because the more the birdy lodges into the wire and fails to be shot across the net the more we laugh and the more we feel connected.
Cook me up a catfish in that there tennis racket frying pan salt and pepper early morning white wine piano chess on the front porch wearing a vest and nice worn blue jeans truth and eyes of the world
i cauze!! lotsa!! like partys? yay!!!
also something you hit balls w. hehe
the racketeers or however you spell it. i likes them :0)
reminds me of crocet. cuz it rhymes.
ok i dont like this word anymore
ima eat my salad now
She took the tennis racket and slammed it into the ball hard, sending it slamming out over the court and into the sage. Sweat broke out all over her face from the hard game. “Annnnd she wins!” Came the announcers voice. loud, sweet. she fell to her knees exhausted. Not many could play a hard game like she could.
The urge to hit you is weirdly strong. You’d let me. Is that weird too? Maybe.
Doo doo doo doo doo! I’m unable to concentrate with my itunes playing in the background.
All it took was a single comment, a lecherous look.
“Nice butt, sweetheart.”
Externally, she may have looked demure with her tennis uniform and knobby knees, but with those three words, something inside of her snapped, started snarling and clawing away at her self-control.
She wanted to swing her racket wide in righteous indignation, hit the perverted look from his face and choke his demeaning words in his throat, to permanently leave a red woven pattern scarred into his skin. To hit the man until lips bled and teeth flew and bones broke.
To even out the playing field.
There was huge racket outside, so I decided to take a peak. Much to my surprise, it was a raccoon and a sheep! They were rummaging through the trash, and not a word did I speak, but I quickly took a photo, and forever I will keep.
Tennis. It is an incredible thing. So many people come together to watch these simple games… It’s such a great feeling. Either watching, coaching or playing the game fills you with adrenalin and gives you such excitement. Tennis. Rackets. What fun!
They traded rackets and complimented each other a final time.
“May we cross paths again.”
“Maybe at the Championships.”
“Or maybe later tonight.”
I like to play music. Sometimes, when I play music it sounds really bad because I am not very good at it. My mom sometimes yells at me, “What’s that terrible racket?!” I don’t like when she says that.
Who’s making that racket upstairs can it be Mr. Riggles that hates when we play the music loud, do you think he hitting his broom on the floor telling us stop making the racket? Put the music back on.
tennis ball game sports venus williams slap hit whip tennis court opponent strategy athlete sport team coach player winner loser love tie over
There was a racket lying on the floor. Rats came close to it and began to smell it. Some ran around it. Some just simply walked away. But there was one who jumped right on to the racket.
I was just writing about rackets and the page stopped. So I am now rewriting about them.
I like racket balls they are fun to play with. I have some blue ones and some green ones. I suppose I like the green ones the best as you don’t see them as often.
Why minbout rackte?
ANd
Tennis, my good friends. Tennis courts, conference champs, Peterson, badmiton, my friend’s grandma with cancer. Hanging out net. Three inches low. Playing tennis without the net. Calvin and Hobbes,
i held the racket in my hand waiting for the ball to come my way. I had no clue why i was standing on the court but i could feel the pain of anxiety in my stomach. I had no clue why. . . could i even play tennis or whatever this sport was?
That racket! He clenched his teeth, absorbing the anger filling his bones. He wanted to cry out in pain, in frustration-surely life was out to get him! He stormed out the door, raised his head towards the ceiling, ready to yell at whoever was creating that noise.
Little did he know it was the last thing he would do.
i go thtis b4 lol is the only word it does lol i don’t like this. this is crazy. i wish we got longer and people judged our writing now tat whaoulf be awesome my writing is very unneat and incorrect LOL. why do i get another 60 secs? LOL LOL LOL TROLLOL LOL LOL
all this racket
over saving face
making a scene,
so seem as if you care
once their eyes have turned,
you look away, solemn. .
do what you want, you say.
I hate when my neighbors complain about my music, like come on now its 2 p.m. and you want it to be silent? screw that ill play them full blast tomorrow…take that!
I played tennis with a racket. When I hit the ball with my racket, the racket cracked. I got so angry that I stuck my head through the racket and began running down the highway screaming. I then turned into a zombie. I was the first zombie racket victim and it was stupid, so I spread it to everyone else so I didn’t have to be alone but then I realized how selfish I was and for some reason I had bad and guilty feelings but I was still a zombie… with feelings </3
i go thtis b4 lol is the only word it does lol i don’t like this. this is crazy. i wish we got longer and people judged our writing now tat whaoulf be awesome my writing is very unneat and incorrect LOL
it is something that you use to hit a tennis ball with or a little birdie for badmitten or apples to play applesmear or it can be used to describe to much noise
His feet slammed into the bronze-slick floor as he ran, breath quick with hopes and terrors, through the clamorous house of bells.
He had an absurd mental image of a box of fireworks, dropped into the middle of a pantry, sending pots and pans screaming in blinding flares of red and gold. The thought faded quickly, however– no thoughts could survive in this racket.
It was unbearable. His ribcage was vibrating, his teeth jarring together with every resonating clang. He was trapped in an absolute disaster of sound.
whats all this racket, he asked has he stomped down the stair in a furious fret, all I go do was feel the heat rushing to my face and the pulsing of my heart beating faster, I knew that this was the longest its been, but it was going to happen again.
Rackets are fun because they are circular. My mom likes rackets. She plays tennis. Rackets are like guitars, but different. Well, they both have strings, right? Yeah, gotta love instruments. And talents. I am not really a racket person.