what i heard on that recorder was the reason to get rid of him. A reason to call it quits, hang the bastard. What i heard was him calling me fat, the truth.
Joedian
recorder. i just bought a recorder the other day. it’s great. it’s an mp3 player. i plan to have a diary recorder. i mean who records their diary on a recorder these days. but i think it will be good. because saying things out loud is different from just writing. even though i think writing might be faster. but because speaking it is slower, and requires the train of thought to filter through the body, something different might come out of the process.
R
I couldn’t believe that they had recorded me saying that stuff. I mean seriously! That was a private conversation that no one else had any business listening to and they just blurted it out through the frickin’ loudspeaker for christ’s sake.
Tiffany Brock
i was home alone. just me , my dog, and my parents voice playing over and over again on a recorder saying they love me but did they really. if they did would they have left me here alone ? this i cry about at night, this is what tore me apart when i was so young.
mackenzie g
The recorder played out its haunting melody. As I listened, it took me back to the shores of the Yangtzee river, where I had visited so long ago. the mournful sounds told of a lost love, someone the musician had been searching for for many years. His eyes met mine, he thanked me for sharing in his tale.
Dennis
I smooth my fingers over the cold plastic. Who thought a voice recorder would make me feel so sad? I turn it over and wonder if it will still hold his scent. The plastic is smudged with his fingerprints, and I take comfort from that tiny, remaining bit of him.
Louise Harris
ah hilarious images are brought back from my days in front of the judges in high school. Te Speech judges. Of course I did not have a speech disorder (perhaps a typing disorder)because I’m not talking about the kind of speech that you hate. Where you have to improve on your speaking skills. i mean the competitive Speech. Its literally a talking competition. Memorize a story and tell it in your own way i n front of a judge (with as many funny voices as you can use)and he looks up at you and then pretends to scribble something on his score sheet so you won’t feel pressured
Anonymous
im not really sure what to write about a recorder, it records, it can be a type of video recorder or i think it can record sounds like music. there is also such thing as a recorder as in a musical instrument, i think it’s kind of like a flute or something
Anonymous
Recording lives, recording the past for those in the future. Before, the past was gone. It can always stay with us now because we record.
Caroline
records everything you say. There’s nothing you can say , tthat won’t be heard. It always comes back to haunt you. Be careful on what you say. you never know what people hear.
ecn
it is not i who am writing to you but my ghost writer. i am only dictating to his hand–his left hand–what it must write for his right is in the thrall of his mind and is unable to write with any impartiality. ladies and gentlemen, a smile has just lighted upon the author’s lips.
nngggggg
music, someone who takes notes for a group and passes it on to share with a broader audience, when I was in elementary school I learned to play the recorder, it has a very shrill high pitched note, but when lots are being played it can have a happy sound
Anonymous
wow. recorder. fascinating;…what the heck am i supposed to write about a recorder. That it records stuff? That i can record TV shows. That theres a record button on my TV remote. I’m sure that will cause everyone to sit up
wow
I recorded a message to my missionary the other day. The tape recorder captured my voice and my words to be able to send to him. It’s nice that we can use this device to communicate. Reading letters and emails is one thing, but hearing his voice is something completely different. I love the recorder.
Scott
Recorder….I played a recorder in grade school
meme
I had a dreadful dream about being in a long hallway and at the end of the hallway, I see a light. At my feet is a tape recorder, that seems to be still in tact. I feel strong enough to make it to the end of the hallway but i don’t understand what the tape recorder is for.
MotR Motot412@gmail.com
the recorder is a little man who sits at a desk just behind my eyes and hastens to scribble down everything i see. he doesn’t write very fast; that must be why i can’t remember you.
Sean
If i could record that moment, i don’t know if i would have, but i sure wish i could record that emotion. That feeling of utter instability in my body cause by a smile of a smile of a person I wished would smile at me. Then she smiled again. I can’t get over it.
Craig
a musical instrament that is played:it also records your voice a recorder is a common tool to record
Alexandra
Sometimes I wish I could play back the memories clearer than the fuzzy images in my head. I wish I had a recorder of my life at all times so I could just see her again…with full clarity. I could be there again for her.
soskeptical
When the Dark Days came across Nara, she was one of those who kept the people content. For half the year the lights above the underground city would shut down, and Nara would be in darkness. She was a recorder, who listened to books and memorized them- she was able to read them to the people of Nara when they needed a way to pass the time.
Ava
I saw this word at the top of the page and I thought to myself, “How would I use recorder in a sentence, or even a short story.” I thought a murder mystery might be good — think Sixth Sense, except instead of a psychological thriller about ghosts, it’s a series of clues left on recorders.
The detective finds tapes that lead him to the murderer.
dither
I used to have a recorder that I got from my intern program. we were supposed to use it to record teachers teaching and then transcribe the speaking. It took a long time. I don’t remember if it helped that much. Then later I gave the recorder to my daughter becaused she asked me for one. I think she wanted it to spy on people and record them talking. She loves to spy on people.
Anonymous
I hated having to blow through fucking used recorders in music class. Some other kids gob had been in that do you know what I mean? No amount of fucking dettol is going to change that. Urgghhhh. Who plays recorder anyway?
ScobbNino
I am the recorder of my generation, with photos, with words, i am the recorder!
Anonymous
Jerry had been a court reporter long enough to recognize when witnesses were telling the truth and when they were lying. The bottle-blond on the stand right now was definitely lying.
Susan
i had a “home alone” tape recorder that I used every day when I was eight. I’d give anything to hear my sister’s news she would put on there.
Adam
to record a moment is to save a precious memory onto a piece of equipment. it wont fade as drastically and it will always keep until technology moves on. to record is to capture a moment. its impact wont be as great but it will be there. recording will save time, space, memories. old and new. all. of. them.
Naomi Reid
When I was in elementary school we all learned a musical instrument, whether we were in orchestra or not. That instrument was the recorder. A small plastic straight hollow tube with a mouthpiece and holes done it’s body.
Now my 8-year-old son has done the same. A couple of months ago I went to his recorder recital. What a treat that brought back lots of memories.
Camille
Sur la plus haute
McTernell
A beautiful instrument. I adore the soft wooden tone of it’s notes. Pearwood is my favorite. In it I can hear the birds beckoning me outside.
Anonymous
I didn’t like what she said to me and I needed proof that she was being abusive when talking to me so I planned the next time we spoke to recorder.
Pete
“I did not know the recorder was on when I said that. Still the idiot was running at me and I would of shot him any way. I never let people with guns come at if I can help it”.
Russ
I feel like a recorder the way I get played over and over come see your daughter and silence plays back no words could ever comfort that fact so we snuggle together with out you i dont think youll ever come back but you were never here in spirit and I pray she will forgive and that i will to because you hurt us both with the things you do.
c. larkins
My brother used to play one, I played the tin whistle. The recorder always sounded more impressive when played and I think that’s why the boys’ school used them and not the girls’.
Mags
my recorder is lemon yellow and sits snugly in an old corduray case in my closet. i hear it whistle when it rains…
nic sims
I always read my old notebooks on my birthday, just to look back at what I was thinking a year or two ago. It turns out that I don’t write much on my birthdays.
Take a picture. It’ll last longer.
r.a.
recorder, reorder.. I must remember to reorder the recorders for the band. The band in my head, the band soon to be. Recorders rock the house.
recorder, reorder. Gotta order new ones soon. the last ones did not fair near so well. recorder, reorder soon.
Carl Holmes
i played the recorder in 2nd grade.
good times, my friend, good times.
d
When I was in elementary school we had as part of our music program recorder lessons. They were so fun! It was the first instrument that most of us learned how to play and it felt really cool to be able to read music. I was really proud of the concert we put on at the end of the school year.
what i heard on that recorder was the reason to get rid of him. A reason to call it quits, hang the bastard. What i heard was him calling me fat, the truth.
recorder. i just bought a recorder the other day. it’s great. it’s an mp3 player. i plan to have a diary recorder. i mean who records their diary on a recorder these days. but i think it will be good. because saying things out loud is different from just writing. even though i think writing might be faster. but because speaking it is slower, and requires the train of thought to filter through the body, something different might come out of the process.
I couldn’t believe that they had recorded me saying that stuff. I mean seriously! That was a private conversation that no one else had any business listening to and they just blurted it out through the frickin’ loudspeaker for christ’s sake.
i was home alone. just me , my dog, and my parents voice playing over and over again on a recorder saying they love me but did they really. if they did would they have left me here alone ? this i cry about at night, this is what tore me apart when i was so young.
The recorder played out its haunting melody. As I listened, it took me back to the shores of the Yangtzee river, where I had visited so long ago. the mournful sounds told of a lost love, someone the musician had been searching for for many years. His eyes met mine, he thanked me for sharing in his tale.
I smooth my fingers over the cold plastic. Who thought a voice recorder would make me feel so sad? I turn it over and wonder if it will still hold his scent. The plastic is smudged with his fingerprints, and I take comfort from that tiny, remaining bit of him.
ah hilarious images are brought back from my days in front of the judges in high school. Te Speech judges. Of course I did not have a speech disorder (perhaps a typing disorder)because I’m not talking about the kind of speech that you hate. Where you have to improve on your speaking skills. i mean the competitive Speech. Its literally a talking competition. Memorize a story and tell it in your own way i n front of a judge (with as many funny voices as you can use)and he looks up at you and then pretends to scribble something on his score sheet so you won’t feel pressured
im not really sure what to write about a recorder, it records, it can be a type of video recorder or i think it can record sounds like music. there is also such thing as a recorder as in a musical instrument, i think it’s kind of like a flute or something
Recording lives, recording the past for those in the future. Before, the past was gone. It can always stay with us now because we record.
records everything you say. There’s nothing you can say , tthat won’t be heard. It always comes back to haunt you. Be careful on what you say. you never know what people hear.
it is not i who am writing to you but my ghost writer. i am only dictating to his hand–his left hand–what it must write for his right is in the thrall of his mind and is unable to write with any impartiality. ladies and gentlemen, a smile has just lighted upon the author’s lips.
music, someone who takes notes for a group and passes it on to share with a broader audience, when I was in elementary school I learned to play the recorder, it has a very shrill high pitched note, but when lots are being played it can have a happy sound
wow. recorder. fascinating;…what the heck am i supposed to write about a recorder. That it records stuff? That i can record TV shows. That theres a record button on my TV remote. I’m sure that will cause everyone to sit up
I recorded a message to my missionary the other day. The tape recorder captured my voice and my words to be able to send to him. It’s nice that we can use this device to communicate. Reading letters and emails is one thing, but hearing his voice is something completely different. I love the recorder.
Recorder….I played a recorder in grade school
I had a dreadful dream about being in a long hallway and at the end of the hallway, I see a light. At my feet is a tape recorder, that seems to be still in tact. I feel strong enough to make it to the end of the hallway but i don’t understand what the tape recorder is for.
the recorder is a little man who sits at a desk just behind my eyes and hastens to scribble down everything i see. he doesn’t write very fast; that must be why i can’t remember you.
If i could record that moment, i don’t know if i would have, but i sure wish i could record that emotion. That feeling of utter instability in my body cause by a smile of a smile of a person I wished would smile at me. Then she smiled again. I can’t get over it.
a musical instrament that is played:it also records your voice a recorder is a common tool to record
Sometimes I wish I could play back the memories clearer than the fuzzy images in my head. I wish I had a recorder of my life at all times so I could just see her again…with full clarity. I could be there again for her.
When the Dark Days came across Nara, she was one of those who kept the people content. For half the year the lights above the underground city would shut down, and Nara would be in darkness. She was a recorder, who listened to books and memorized them- she was able to read them to the people of Nara when they needed a way to pass the time.
I saw this word at the top of the page and I thought to myself, “How would I use recorder in a sentence, or even a short story.” I thought a murder mystery might be good — think Sixth Sense, except instead of a psychological thriller about ghosts, it’s a series of clues left on recorders.
The detective finds tapes that lead him to the murderer.
I used to have a recorder that I got from my intern program. we were supposed to use it to record teachers teaching and then transcribe the speaking. It took a long time. I don’t remember if it helped that much. Then later I gave the recorder to my daughter becaused she asked me for one. I think she wanted it to spy on people and record them talking. She loves to spy on people.
I hated having to blow through fucking used recorders in music class. Some other kids gob had been in that do you know what I mean? No amount of fucking dettol is going to change that. Urgghhhh. Who plays recorder anyway?
I am the recorder of my generation, with photos, with words, i am the recorder!
Jerry had been a court reporter long enough to recognize when witnesses were telling the truth and when they were lying. The bottle-blond on the stand right now was definitely lying.
i had a “home alone” tape recorder that I used every day when I was eight. I’d give anything to hear my sister’s news she would put on there.
to record a moment is to save a precious memory onto a piece of equipment. it wont fade as drastically and it will always keep until technology moves on. to record is to capture a moment. its impact wont be as great but it will be there. recording will save time, space, memories. old and new. all. of. them.
When I was in elementary school we all learned a musical instrument, whether we were in orchestra or not. That instrument was the recorder. A small plastic straight hollow tube with a mouthpiece and holes done it’s body.
Now my 8-year-old son has done the same. A couple of months ago I went to his recorder recital. What a treat that brought back lots of memories.
Sur la plus haute
A beautiful instrument. I adore the soft wooden tone of it’s notes. Pearwood is my favorite. In it I can hear the birds beckoning me outside.
I didn’t like what she said to me and I needed proof that she was being abusive when talking to me so I planned the next time we spoke to recorder.
“I did not know the recorder was on when I said that. Still the idiot was running at me and I would of shot him any way. I never let people with guns come at if I can help it”.
I feel like a recorder the way I get played over and over come see your daughter and silence plays back no words could ever comfort that fact so we snuggle together with out you i dont think youll ever come back but you were never here in spirit and I pray she will forgive and that i will to because you hurt us both with the things you do.
My brother used to play one, I played the tin whistle. The recorder always sounded more impressive when played and I think that’s why the boys’ school used them and not the girls’.
my recorder is lemon yellow and sits snugly in an old corduray case in my closet. i hear it whistle when it rains…
I always read my old notebooks on my birthday, just to look back at what I was thinking a year or two ago. It turns out that I don’t write much on my birthdays.
Take a picture. It’ll last longer.
recorder, reorder.. I must remember to reorder the recorders for the band. The band in my head, the band soon to be. Recorders rock the house.
recorder, reorder. Gotta order new ones soon. the last ones did not fair near so well. recorder, reorder soon.
i played the recorder in 2nd grade.
good times, my friend, good times.
When I was in elementary school we had as part of our music program recorder lessons. They were so fun! It was the first instrument that most of us learned how to play and it felt really cool to be able to read music. I was really proud of the concert we put on at the end of the school year.