There’s nothing I love more than clean sheets fresh off the line. I’m lucky to have a clothesline where I can hang numerous loads. The sheets flap in the breeze and make waves. They smell wonderful, and feel even better—crisp and fresh!
Andie
Andrew climbed down the sheet he’d knotted from the bedpost. It was a long, treacherous descent from the top bunk, but he had to complete his mission. He just had to. Until he stopped wetting the bed, his mommy forced him to sleep in water wings, and they chafed.
upon the rise of the sheet by the wind th dog was disturbed and fled and the owner decided to leave the dog alone and catch the sheet
andy
He placed the sheet back on the desk, the words splattered callously on the page, ink stained like a rorschach self realized and formed, briefly, of it’s own volition.
a paper where you can escape. to write down you ideas and thoughts. to turn nothing into you own little creation. A place where you can expand your mind.
Clean and white, it’s mocking me as I sit here with a glass of brandy…
Alice
The sheet had a big hole. It was yellow stained but had an interesting embroidery on the corner. What was that symbol.
Chris G
I do love Sheetz. That’s not a typo on my part. Sheetz is a wonderful establishment, devoted to the art of making very happy people. Thank you Sheetz. You’re doing your job fantastically.
I’ve seen it before, the glass paper. The very same sheet which helped Theo end his dogs life. My understand of the incident is that his dog saw something on his wedding day. Theo made the mistake of embracing his dog with complete trust.
Darren Jarwood
I’ve seen it before, the glass paper. The very same sheet which helped Theo end his dogs life. My understand of the incident is that his dog saw something on his wedding day.
Darren Jarwood
like a slice of pizza, the sheet of paper that stares me blankly in the face makes my mouth water. i could make you so many things, fill you with so many thoughts and emotions. in high school, i used to fall in love just so i could write about it. instead of finishing an AP test, i composed poetry about a girl whose name i don’t even remember.
dan
I picked up a piece of sheet music and began to play, but the sound which emanated from my keyboard sounded like the trumpet song of an elephant. At first I thought it was terrible than I began to like it.
Brian Stamile
metal: sheet, corrugated, black, sheen, strong, blood-covered, but without memory. like you. flat and sheen, rugged and cold, stained, unconscious. and yet i love you.
Richard Braithwaite
As my teacher passed out the text, my heart pounded like a drum. She reached my desk, and a blank sheet of paper lay face down on the wooden surface of the desk. I flipped it over, and I was thinking “Hey, this isn’t so hard!” when I saw that the test had 50 questions.
Sheet is a paper where you write everything you wish. Sheet can be of different colours and shapes and it can have different patterns. You can use a pen of your favourite colour to have more fun! However if you are writing for professional pourposes the sheet is usually white and you have to use a black pen or a computer.
annalisa
I didn’t know what to expect when I first started this course, three weeks later, I’m glad I did. There was so much that I didn’t know existed in terms of materials available for teaching, wow infinite resources.
Mitch
white as a…
Andres
start write what you want to say, and it will appear on the screen, its quick and easy, but one thing you have to know its not
meizi
a piece of paper
soft white
matress
bed
cosy and warm
xuzhu28
Sheet c’est une page une page blanche ou il faut écrire ce qui nous vient en t^te juste en regardant ce mot. La page blanche l’antise de bien des écrivains, mais n’est pas souvent la mienne.
Linda
One gets a sheet of paper to express views on a subject. Good and constructive thoughts can be captured in space as limited as that in a sheet.
Himanshu
The sheet was blank — it had been blank all afternoon. She couldn’t think of anything to write and she was horrified. She needed to write something — she needed to write everything, and thatw as the problem. She needed to write everything there was to be written and she couldn’t. She didn’t have the time.
Another Halloween spent under cover, wrapped in a sheet. Once in costume as a ghost, Casper to be precise; another time, toga party attendant.
gino
The sheet of paper floated in the window, down side streets, through intersections, underneath trees spilling their lives, finally coming to a halt against his face. He pulled it down and read it. “The END IS COMINg!” it said, capitilization askew.
I’m shivering. It’s cold, the raindrops are slowly wetting my skin. The blankets don’t help. The sheets don’t help. I’m all alone, in a cold winternight. I watch how the bright, white sheets slowly turn wet, gray and dull…just like me.
Leonie
The rain fell in sheets of water as if someone were throwing down huge panes of glass. The roaring noise made Pedro uneasy. Sheet, he thought. Eez eet ever gonna stop sheeting it down?
I opened my notebook to the first sheet of paper. Oddly enough someone had scribbled on it. I hate when people do that. For some reason I like to have all the papers in my notebook accounted for. Each sheet is important. Bastards always want to mess things up. Skeeting on my sheets. Oh, well. Guess I’ll just have to buy a new notebook then.
Keo Major
sheet is fucking crazy. sheet is white. sheet is soft. sheet rhymes with fleet. i don’t know what i’m saying. i don’t make any sense. a sheet is flat and thin. a sheet is pretty handy. sheets of paper. sheets to sleep in. theyre RAD!!!! time uppp
lex
Time’s up! Teacher said. Hand out your papers. The exam was pretty easy. I thought to myself. Then I picked up my stuff and head for the door. As I was there, I realized my cheat sheet was missing. Where was it?
I totally flunked!
José Antonio Medina reynoso
A sheet of paper, blowing in the wind. So lonley, so cold. All it ever wanted was a friend to talk to, someone to care, someone to write on it. To make it complete but alas, it is a blank canvas.
Sarah
The sheet sat there. Staring. It beckoned me. It rejected me. I couldn’t think.
Jeff Whittaker
The paper remained blank. Just a sheet of nothingness. It was up to Molly to fill it, fill it up with words and in CURSIVE. The six year old stared and then…it came to her. She would tell the tale, the horrible, entirely true tale of how she glued her baby brothers earlobes to his neck.
Crystal
A white sheet of paper. That’s what I wish I had in front of me. I miss writing in a looseleaf binder. I did that in high school and in college. Maybe I’ll go back to doing that. Turn the computer off for a couple of days…
a sheet of paper is blank, like my mind. it looks like a whiteout snowstorm, where nothing is visible or invisible. through its seemingly endless emptiness, it has potential.
Adam
A sheet of paper, lost in time. Now we use compters as our mind.
Zack
haha sheet sounds like shit.
smelly sheets shat on.
m
The sheet was skewed slightly, giving the appearance that someone had once laid in the bed, but did not stay for long. It was getting cold, and I wanted to curl up in its warmth.
Emily
In these lines, I profess my love for you. Written on this sheet of paper our the deepest and most sincere lines ever written.
the sheets were twisted around the lovers bodies and spread across the bed. when he unwound himself and left, she laid in them smelling his scent and feeling the comfort of knowing he’d be back.
There’s nothing I love more than clean sheets fresh off the line. I’m lucky to have a clothesline where I can hang numerous loads. The sheets flap in the breeze and make waves. They smell wonderful, and feel even better—crisp and fresh!
Andrew climbed down the sheet he’d knotted from the bedpost. It was a long, treacherous descent from the top bunk, but he had to complete his mission. He just had to. Until he stopped wetting the bed, his mommy forced him to sleep in water wings, and they chafed.
upon the rise of the sheet by the wind th dog was disturbed and fled and the owner decided to leave the dog alone and catch the sheet
He placed the sheet back on the desk, the words splattered callously on the page, ink stained like a rorschach self realized and formed, briefly, of it’s own volition.
a paper where you can escape. to write down you ideas and thoughts. to turn nothing into you own little creation. A place where you can expand your mind.
Clean and white, it’s mocking me as I sit here with a glass of brandy…
The sheet had a big hole. It was yellow stained but had an interesting embroidery on the corner. What was that symbol.
I do love Sheetz. That’s not a typo on my part. Sheetz is a wonderful establishment, devoted to the art of making very happy people. Thank you Sheetz. You’re doing your job fantastically.
He threw the sheet over his rival, trapping him underneath. Then, with a single thrust, he drove the trident into the rival’s chest.
I’ve seen it before, the glass paper. The very same sheet which helped Theo end his dogs life. My understand of the incident is that his dog saw something on his wedding day. Theo made the mistake of embracing his dog with complete trust.
I’ve seen it before, the glass paper. The very same sheet which helped Theo end his dogs life. My understand of the incident is that his dog saw something on his wedding day.
like a slice of pizza, the sheet of paper that stares me blankly in the face makes my mouth water. i could make you so many things, fill you with so many thoughts and emotions. in high school, i used to fall in love just so i could write about it. instead of finishing an AP test, i composed poetry about a girl whose name i don’t even remember.
I picked up a piece of sheet music and began to play, but the sound which emanated from my keyboard sounded like the trumpet song of an elephant. At first I thought it was terrible than I began to like it.
metal: sheet, corrugated, black, sheen, strong, blood-covered, but without memory. like you. flat and sheen, rugged and cold, stained, unconscious. and yet i love you.
As my teacher passed out the text, my heart pounded like a drum. She reached my desk, and a blank sheet of paper lay face down on the wooden surface of the desk. I flipped it over, and I was thinking “Hey, this isn’t so hard!” when I saw that the test had 50 questions.
Sheet is a paper where you write everything you wish. Sheet can be of different colours and shapes and it can have different patterns. You can use a pen of your favourite colour to have more fun! However if you are writing for professional pourposes the sheet is usually white and you have to use a black pen or a computer.
I didn’t know what to expect when I first started this course, three weeks later, I’m glad I did. There was so much that I didn’t know existed in terms of materials available for teaching, wow infinite resources.
white as a…
start write what you want to say, and it will appear on the screen, its quick and easy, but one thing you have to know its not
a piece of paper
soft white
matress
bed
cosy and warm
Sheet c’est une page une page blanche ou il faut écrire ce qui nous vient en t^te juste en regardant ce mot. La page blanche l’antise de bien des écrivains, mais n’est pas souvent la mienne.
One gets a sheet of paper to express views on a subject. Good and constructive thoughts can be captured in space as limited as that in a sheet.
The sheet was blank — it had been blank all afternoon. She couldn’t think of anything to write and she was horrified. She needed to write something — she needed to write everything, and thatw as the problem. She needed to write everything there was to be written and she couldn’t. She didn’t have the time.
Another Halloween spent under cover, wrapped in a sheet. Once in costume as a ghost, Casper to be precise; another time, toga party attendant.
The sheet of paper floated in the window, down side streets, through intersections, underneath trees spilling their lives, finally coming to a halt against his face. He pulled it down and read it. “The END IS COMINg!” it said, capitilization askew.
I’m shivering. It’s cold, the raindrops are slowly wetting my skin. The blankets don’t help. The sheets don’t help. I’m all alone, in a cold winternight. I watch how the bright, white sheets slowly turn wet, gray and dull…just like me.
The rain fell in sheets of water as if someone were throwing down huge panes of glass. The roaring noise made Pedro uneasy. Sheet, he thought. Eez eet ever gonna stop sheeting it down?
I opened my notebook to the first sheet of paper. Oddly enough someone had scribbled on it. I hate when people do that. For some reason I like to have all the papers in my notebook accounted for. Each sheet is important. Bastards always want to mess things up. Skeeting on my sheets. Oh, well. Guess I’ll just have to buy a new notebook then.
sheet is fucking crazy. sheet is white. sheet is soft. sheet rhymes with fleet. i don’t know what i’m saying. i don’t make any sense. a sheet is flat and thin. a sheet is pretty handy. sheets of paper. sheets to sleep in. theyre RAD!!!! time uppp
Time’s up! Teacher said. Hand out your papers. The exam was pretty easy. I thought to myself. Then I picked up my stuff and head for the door. As I was there, I realized my cheat sheet was missing. Where was it?
I totally flunked!
A sheet of paper, blowing in the wind. So lonley, so cold. All it ever wanted was a friend to talk to, someone to care, someone to write on it. To make it complete but alas, it is a blank canvas.
The sheet sat there. Staring. It beckoned me. It rejected me. I couldn’t think.
The paper remained blank. Just a sheet of nothingness. It was up to Molly to fill it, fill it up with words and in CURSIVE. The six year old stared and then…it came to her. She would tell the tale, the horrible, entirely true tale of how she glued her baby brothers earlobes to his neck.
A white sheet of paper. That’s what I wish I had in front of me. I miss writing in a looseleaf binder. I did that in high school and in college. Maybe I’ll go back to doing that. Turn the computer off for a couple of days…
a sheet of paper is blank, like my mind. it looks like a whiteout snowstorm, where nothing is visible or invisible. through its seemingly endless emptiness, it has potential.
A sheet of paper, lost in time. Now we use compters as our mind.
haha sheet sounds like shit.
smelly sheets shat on.
The sheet was skewed slightly, giving the appearance that someone had once laid in the bed, but did not stay for long. It was getting cold, and I wanted to curl up in its warmth.
In these lines, I profess my love for you. Written on this sheet of paper our the deepest and most sincere lines ever written.
the sheets were twisted around the lovers bodies and spread across the bed. when he unwound himself and left, she laid in them smelling his scent and feeling the comfort of knowing he’d be back.