I hate returning things. I will put up with all manner of lousy products, rather than admit to not liking them. It’s something that always bothered me about my mother, the way she would return things sim
Josh Allard-Howells
i sighed as i placed it back. it sat on the shelf, weathered, faded. it brought a tear to my eyes as i remembered all it had been before. but now it was too old. too outdated. it would one day come back into my life, but for now my habit lay on the shelf, returned.
I CAN NEVER RETURN THINGS ON TIME OR REMEMBER. I EITHER KEEP IT, LOSE IT, OR FORGET ABOUT IT. REMEMBERING TO DO THINGS JUST TAKES UP TOO MUCH BRAIN CAPACITY. SO I JUST DON’T REMEMBER TO RETURN THINGS. UNLESS THEY ASK.
DAISGE
the monkey returned from a long quest in the jungle. He saw Mr. Lion and Mr. Fish. They told him to keep going because there’s something special to find today. They knew he was feeling lonely and they hoped for him to return. He returned and told the Lion and Fish that he found nothing. This made no sense to him. Mr. Lion and Mr. Fish …
Tim
soft as icy snow
her skin replied to my gaze
wondrous and white
a fleeting caress
a chance glance
one last time
one more chance
return to me
as i’ve returned to you
Matty M.
I returned yesterday, suitcase in hand, ready to unpack and calm down. That’s when the shit hits the fan though isn’t it? Sally ran in screaming, there’s a man with a gun out front Chase! So i unpacked my suitcase and pull out my Uzi…
Chase Homrighausen
The little girl returned the boy’s hat after he started to yell for it back. She thought she was being funny but the little boy didn’t think it was very amusing. She told him she was sorry for taking his hat and the boy said he was sorry for yelling. The two kids shook hands and began to hang out everyday at school during lunch.
It was a sunny day. But then it was night. Then it was day again. The Sun has now returned.
no
Your sorry ass truck has been signed, sealed and returned.
Yours sincerely ,
The girl you dumped over the phone.
dramarie
And so after many months of endless longing, finger-tapping, window-watching, and aimless house-walking, he returned. Looking shaken and worn, he collapsed on the couch with a weary and triumphant smile. In his hand, he held it. It. The object of infinite agitation — what caused day upon day of sleepless nights; the dreams of which ripped her from already scare sleep, shuddering in the pale, soulless light of the moon — and he held it in his palm. The Letter.
Jazz Vig
You left me, didn’t you. Tears run down my cheeks as I write. You were everything and you’re gone…I feel nothing anymore, emptyness is my life. I had a heart once, but it was stolen and never returned.
anon
A knock on the door. A simple glance at a nameless man standing outside. It was terrifying really, knowing what he stood for. That man was the bearer of life shattering news. He was there to tell her that he was dead, he was never coming home. This nameless man was there to inform her that her life would be ruined from then on.
anon
I already responded to this word. I wrote that I had returned to work. I have a weird schedule but these last two days have been especially long.
Returned. For someone to have returned, they must have left. What might have they done in the mean time?
Returned. Every present new moment, we return to our bodies. We, consciousness, go somewhere else for the most minute period of time – scattered across the multiverse, and return to a new present moment.
I returned the book into the slot at the desk of the librarian. She looked at me with a stare of disdain. Both she and I knew that the book was long overdue and that I would need to pay a hefty fee for the overdue charges.
Margaret
Sometimes, it feels like I’m back in jail. Doing time in the pen. Every night I get on my knees and beg for something to believe. Nothing seem to have any faith to it anymore. Now on the outside, nothing’s changed.
she looked at the picture in her hands, a wistful smile on her lips. the face looking back at her, dirty with mud and eyes shining like the stars. the picture wasn’t hers; wouldn’t ever be hers, and she knew that. but she knew when it arrived to its owner, it’d be taken care of.
denise
The little boy returned from the home. He was unsure of why he was there..he was unsure why he had been called to where he had been for the previous few hours. He was young, 12 or 13 and tall in stature. The journey he had sook was unbeknownst to himself, which showed him what to become.
I returned from the party, exhausted and drained, I strolled into my house. The lights were still on, who was home? I couldn’t remember if I had invited anyone today, and wasn’t expecting any guests.
Mark
A returned book. An awkward, unused smile. A message dutifully passed on. A small pressed flower carefully preserved and kept hidden and safe and returned far too late. It was the small things that he did to show his adoration.
Step out and revel under eternal beauty and allow your mind to be washed in memories. From times of crippling deaths and messy first kisses.
Feel the cool within your every cell. The tears trailing along your skin in tracks of glistening purity. That salty swipe of a tongue to moisten rosy lips with every gasp for air that clouds before your eyes.
When I returned my heart to the bliss of alone-ness, I felt almost euphoric but empty at the same time. I think that being alone is both liberating and confining all at once. We must embrace ourselves to be whole.
Glenn Buck
I have returned to the original place, where I know things get done, I’m always evolving. Need to stay creative, need to move forward, need to be alive.
“I need it to be returned, I need it to be requited.” I said this several times in my car, with fervor, and I said please so many times. What are wishes made in solitude to my ears only? But it wasn’t only my ears.
Returning from places or ventures is always a good thing. When something was lost and is found, and in turn is returned to you or someone else it brings joy – therefore returning is a good thing. Leaving is the opposite of returning and never as good, returning is always the start of something new yet old at the same time.
grant
I returned the video to Blockbuster. It’s funny, I thought that they didn’t exist anymore, but in this part of the state, they tend to cling to nostalgia. So much so, that they only rent VHS. Few people remember VHS, let alone have a player, but everyone shares the same maxim: we miss the past, we hate the present, and the future looks even worse.
Lauren
and we’re on a plane
not in the air, like, a thing of wood
y’know
a vector?
or whatever?
and you turn to me and I’m not sure if our hands are held or
not
but you are just kind of standing there.
((((love))))
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— —
— —- – —-
—- —– — —– — — —– —-
please return
I’ve enclosed a stamped and addressed envelope
inside this larger envelope
all you have to
do
all you have
to do
is put something inside it.
frank lee
There was nothing that could make this moment any sweeter. Or bitter.
Years of exile from a crime not committed. Finally he had returned with proof.
I returned from the liquor store the other day, just another mindless slave drowning his sadness with alcohol. Lets make this day productive I say! end up towing on the computer all eternity.
I returned to find the ashes flying all around. The memories scattered, falling like snow flakes. As if the loving times have died with this place, I fell to my knees on the cold pavement
back from a summer of newness
to oldness, in June we dry
our tears and walk again,
the summer as a long sidewalk
in which we greet those we know
nod, grasp their fingertips,
and walk on.
Mari
He’s returned. Cold and deep darkness creep into my heart. I tremble in the shadows. A dark figure looms above me with eyes that glow crimson. I stay ever so quiet. He passes by, swirls of dark magic dripping from his fingers.
The feeling returned to the pit of my stomach before I could stop it. Leisurely burbling, churning its acrid contents faster and faster until it was all I could do to keep it all in.
I have finally returned to my natural state of being. Using OneWord at least once a day to keep my writing finesse at it’s peak. I just recently returned to my own life, I guess… Sigh… This didn’t go well. Anyways. That’s what I have to say about the word returned.
Well, I just tried to turn it in, and it RETURNED ME back to the beginning because I didn’t fill in a required field. That’s great. Maybe the word ‘returned’ is appropriate for today.
Nicholas E.
After the voyage the great army returned to here homes and saught after the comfort of a good meal and there families.
Josh Hager
After the voyage the great army returned to here homes and saught after the comfort of a good meal and there families.
Josh Hager
“I waited all day–all day here for you. Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?”
I rubbed my arm, attempting to be ashamed, but more reminding myself of the bruises that bloomed on my arms. I returned to you, I survived the trials and I would never let you know. I pushed my violently finger-knotted hair back.
“No, it must have been awful. I’m sorry, my love.”
She returned the puppy to me the next day, shaking her head furiously before shoving it into my arms. The brown, squirmy creature in my arms whimpered happily, squirting it’s excitement all over my white work shirt. I swore under my breath and shook my head at the puppy.
I hate returning things. I will put up with all manner of lousy products, rather than admit to not liking them. It’s something that always bothered me about my mother, the way she would return things sim
i sighed as i placed it back. it sat on the shelf, weathered, faded. it brought a tear to my eyes as i remembered all it had been before. but now it was too old. too outdated. it would one day come back into my life, but for now my habit lay on the shelf, returned.
I CAN NEVER RETURN THINGS ON TIME OR REMEMBER. I EITHER KEEP IT, LOSE IT, OR FORGET ABOUT IT. REMEMBERING TO DO THINGS JUST TAKES UP TOO MUCH BRAIN CAPACITY. SO I JUST DON’T REMEMBER TO RETURN THINGS. UNLESS THEY ASK.
the monkey returned from a long quest in the jungle. He saw Mr. Lion and Mr. Fish. They told him to keep going because there’s something special to find today. They knew he was feeling lonely and they hoped for him to return. He returned and told the Lion and Fish that he found nothing. This made no sense to him. Mr. Lion and Mr. Fish …
soft as icy snow
her skin replied to my gaze
wondrous and white
a fleeting caress
a chance glance
one last time
one more chance
return to me
as i’ve returned to you
I returned yesterday, suitcase in hand, ready to unpack and calm down. That’s when the shit hits the fan though isn’t it? Sally ran in screaming, there’s a man with a gun out front Chase! So i unpacked my suitcase and pull out my Uzi…
The little girl returned the boy’s hat after he started to yell for it back. She thought she was being funny but the little boy didn’t think it was very amusing. She told him she was sorry for taking his hat and the boy said he was sorry for yelling. The two kids shook hands and began to hang out everyday at school during lunch.
It was a sunny day. But then it was night. Then it was day again. The Sun has now returned.
Your sorry ass truck has been signed, sealed and returned.
Yours sincerely ,
The girl you dumped over the phone.
And so after many months of endless longing, finger-tapping, window-watching, and aimless house-walking, he returned. Looking shaken and worn, he collapsed on the couch with a weary and triumphant smile. In his hand, he held it. It. The object of infinite agitation — what caused day upon day of sleepless nights; the dreams of which ripped her from already scare sleep, shuddering in the pale, soulless light of the moon — and he held it in his palm. The Letter.
You left me, didn’t you. Tears run down my cheeks as I write. You were everything and you’re gone…I feel nothing anymore, emptyness is my life. I had a heart once, but it was stolen and never returned.
A knock on the door. A simple glance at a nameless man standing outside. It was terrifying really, knowing what he stood for. That man was the bearer of life shattering news. He was there to tell her that he was dead, he was never coming home. This nameless man was there to inform her that her life would be ruined from then on.
I already responded to this word. I wrote that I had returned to work. I have a weird schedule but these last two days have been especially long.
Returned. For someone to have returned, they must have left. What might have they done in the mean time?
Returned. Every present new moment, we return to our bodies. We, consciousness, go somewhere else for the most minute period of time – scattered across the multiverse, and return to a new present moment.
I returned the book into the slot at the desk of the librarian. She looked at me with a stare of disdain. Both she and I knew that the book was long overdue and that I would need to pay a hefty fee for the overdue charges.
Sometimes, it feels like I’m back in jail. Doing time in the pen. Every night I get on my knees and beg for something to believe. Nothing seem to have any faith to it anymore. Now on the outside, nothing’s changed.
she looked at the picture in her hands, a wistful smile on her lips. the face looking back at her, dirty with mud and eyes shining like the stars. the picture wasn’t hers; wouldn’t ever be hers, and she knew that. but she knew when it arrived to its owner, it’d be taken care of.
The little boy returned from the home. He was unsure of why he was there..he was unsure why he had been called to where he had been for the previous few hours. He was young, 12 or 13 and tall in stature. The journey he had sook was unbeknownst to himself, which showed him what to become.
I returned from the party, exhausted and drained, I strolled into my house. The lights were still on, who was home? I couldn’t remember if I had invited anyone today, and wasn’t expecting any guests.
A returned book. An awkward, unused smile. A message dutifully passed on. A small pressed flower carefully preserved and kept hidden and safe and returned far too late. It was the small things that he did to show his adoration.
Step out and revel under eternal beauty and allow your mind to be washed in memories. From times of crippling deaths and messy first kisses.
Feel the cool within your every cell. The tears trailing along your skin in tracks of glistening purity. That salty swipe of a tongue to moisten rosy lips with every gasp for air that clouds before your eyes.
When I returned my heart to the bliss of alone-ness, I felt almost euphoric but empty at the same time. I think that being alone is both liberating and confining all at once. We must embrace ourselves to be whole.
I have returned to the original place, where I know things get done, I’m always evolving. Need to stay creative, need to move forward, need to be alive.
“I need it to be returned, I need it to be requited.” I said this several times in my car, with fervor, and I said please so many times. What are wishes made in solitude to my ears only? But it wasn’t only my ears.
Returning from places or ventures is always a good thing. When something was lost and is found, and in turn is returned to you or someone else it brings joy – therefore returning is a good thing. Leaving is the opposite of returning and never as good, returning is always the start of something new yet old at the same time.
I returned the video to Blockbuster. It’s funny, I thought that they didn’t exist anymore, but in this part of the state, they tend to cling to nostalgia. So much so, that they only rent VHS. Few people remember VHS, let alone have a player, but everyone shares the same maxim: we miss the past, we hate the present, and the future looks even worse.
and we’re on a plane
not in the air, like, a thing of wood
y’know
a vector?
or whatever?
and you turn to me and I’m not sure if our hands are held or
not
but you are just kind of standing there.
((((love))))
—— —— ——
— —
— —- – —-
—- —– — —– — — —– —-
please return
I’ve enclosed a stamped and addressed envelope
inside this larger envelope
all you have to
do
all you have
to do
is put something inside it.
There was nothing that could make this moment any sweeter. Or bitter.
Years of exile from a crime not committed. Finally he had returned with proof.
He was innocent.
I returned from the liquor store the other day, just another mindless slave drowning his sadness with alcohol. Lets make this day productive I say! end up towing on the computer all eternity.
I returned to find the ashes flying all around. The memories scattered, falling like snow flakes. As if the loving times have died with this place, I fell to my knees on the cold pavement
From darkness. Prodigal son.
Returned to me. A golden locket and the breeze began to roll faster amongst the trees when it was held in my hands after a long time with no home.
back from a summer of newness
to oldness, in June we dry
our tears and walk again,
the summer as a long sidewalk
in which we greet those we know
nod, grasp their fingertips,
and walk on.
He’s returned. Cold and deep darkness creep into my heart. I tremble in the shadows. A dark figure looms above me with eyes that glow crimson. I stay ever so quiet. He passes by, swirls of dark magic dripping from his fingers.
love is amazing
happiness and heart calm
rejoice the spirit
The feeling returned to the pit of my stomach before I could stop it. Leisurely burbling, churning its acrid contents faster and faster until it was all I could do to keep it all in.
I have finally returned to my natural state of being. Using OneWord at least once a day to keep my writing finesse at it’s peak. I just recently returned to my own life, I guess… Sigh… This didn’t go well. Anyways. That’s what I have to say about the word returned.
Well, I just tried to turn it in, and it RETURNED ME back to the beginning because I didn’t fill in a required field. That’s great. Maybe the word ‘returned’ is appropriate for today.
After the voyage the great army returned to here homes and saught after the comfort of a good meal and there families.
After the voyage the great army returned to here homes and saught after the comfort of a good meal and there families.
“I waited all day–all day here for you. Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?”
I rubbed my arm, attempting to be ashamed, but more reminding myself of the bruises that bloomed on my arms. I returned to you, I survived the trials and I would never let you know. I pushed my violently finger-knotted hair back.
“No, it must have been awful. I’m sorry, my love.”
She returned the puppy to me the next day, shaking her head furiously before shoving it into my arms. The brown, squirmy creature in my arms whimpered happily, squirting it’s excitement all over my white work shirt. I swore under my breath and shook my head at the puppy.