used to build railways long time ago…. like a big nail…. some people spike their hair…
Veronica
the way my brother used to do his hair, he felt rebellious, independent, because it didn’t look right in our family’s pew on sunday mornings. Not a straight-laced comb-over like my father.
a dog that looks like his owner who has a pickup truck with empty beer cans in the bed and a pitbull bobblehead on the dash
claudia
his name was pike and his hair was dirty and his hands were tan and strong and i’d have liked for them to hold my ankles and pull me around and paint me or do a nice pen and ink of me and put it in his dorm room and let me hold his ink-stained hand and tell me i’m his favorite on campus even though it’s cold
claudia
tv network.. in the ground.. carpet spike. roof spike.. a dog named… its all good. the punch is spiked. what is this root of the word? can I get one? I picture big long 5 inch spikes.. railroad spikes. cactus spikes? pineapple spikes? a kid named Brandon with last name Spykes beat me up in school.
Sean
I think I’ve already wrote about this word… Can that happen? That’s so weird… Well, I don’t like this at all… Now what can I write about? All I can focus on is what I wrote the first time I had this word… It’s like whenever you don’t want to think about something, it ends up being the only thing you can think about…
Oozing molten lava, a rickety bridge that looks like it could give way any moment.. That’s what I was facing. Behind me, a sharp, pointed castle laden with spikes and other unimaginable objects. Dare I cross? Should I take the chance? If I stay, I’m gone for certain.. On the other hand, will I even make it across to the other side?
Metal spike just spiked me from beneath, causing my body to spike.
Sardoodledom
Her enemies looked down on her, no longer a threat, no longer a thing that would haunt her in the night. Powerless, defeated, humiliated, they looked down at her with empty stares, nothing but heads on spikes lining the castle walls.
yummy i like spike it taste like pain HARDCORE! yeah that makes sense, sounds like a brutal puupies name with one of those brutal collars very HARDCORE! bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh sharp
squareticcles
She spikes the ball over the net. The timid girl cowers, misses, fails. Again. The rest of her teammates sigh. It’s a strategy to hit the ball where this girl stands. She’s so afraid. She always misses.
The rail end the end of the hallway lights up with such incandescent flavors of yellow and muk like fog pasted over the projection of the light. We follow the railing with our hands, allowing our eyes to pick apart the projections of light vibration.
hugh
the spike in her hair was pertuding north-west of her head. she smoothed her finger over its grandness and pomposity. ” Ha! What nerve eh? ” as she grabbed a glimpse of herself in the mirror before setting off north-west bound to just-try-and-fuck-with-me.
The spikes on her necklace resembled the spikes into my soul that she dug every day. So fierce on the outside, so fragile behind those spikes. The choker did not choke her, but sometimes I wish that I could. And in another life, perhaps I would. But for now, I’d near piss myself imagining those spikes. No matter how she stood, the spikes scratched her skin and my eyes all the same.
Lucy Kay
There was a spike in the road. Massive and Black. Of course I was dancing and singing to music in my car. I thought I saw it soon enough to press the brakes. Oh, If only it was five seconds sooner.
Alice
sometimes dogs have spikes on their collars. i think of also a big green monster with one eyes and lots of spikes all over him. He’s lime green, and i think i’ve seen him somewhere before. Also, sometimes, dogs are named Spike, which is really unorginal and only because they are like bulldogs or something tough looking with a spiked collar that is probably red,
Sara
she jumped. she swung. for a moment she felt suspended in air, in time. everyone was watching. contact. she hit. hard. and then it was over. her feet hit the ground. the ball smacked the floor. the game was over. spike.
Meghan
The first thing that popped into my head when I saw the word Spike was the character from Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a scene depicting said character singing/screaming out “My Way” whilst driving off. I’ve not thought about that scene in a long time. Funny what one can retain. : )
Well this one time way back when… A buddy of mine showed me this new energy drink. I have never tried this substance in my life. But he knew me enough so i tried it. Spike.
Arturo
your skin is in about three pieces and all of them on the floor, in different shapes and configurations and when you turn your head just right you can see the inside of your face still, you can see what shapes it made when it moved and the record of how far you took your face forward and what you might have said those years ago all of them everything
crabmuffins
I see the word spike and the thing that comes to mind is a dog. Why would it seem natural to name a dog spike. It’s not like it would be able to do great damage as a spike and why would you want it to?
The spike was deeply embedded in his leg, pinning him to the rockface. There was no pain just a giddy feeling of weightlessness. He wondered if this is what dying felt like. In fact he wondered if he was.
That was the name of the dog that terrorized me as a child. Of course he had to belong to my best friend at the time. The cruel coincidence of being there often forced me to face my fear and my fear tackled me. My fear bit me. My fear never went away even when after the dog had died.
Alejandro Castro
He drove the spike into the ground with a fateful, forceful, final push. But the ground didn’t shake, and the sky didn’t split.
His heart sank in his chest and he let out a tired breath.
There was a dragon named Spike in the My Little Pony cartoons I watched when I was a kid. He had a funny accent and was the only male character on MLP that I knew of, except for one of the pegasus ponies- of indiscriminate gender- who I thought was a gay guy…. I don’t know why I thought that, but I did….
Ing
it’s kinda weird cause i don’t even know what spike means, and.. i dont rly have time to check for it’s meaning.. i think i heard once that a dog’s name was SPike… mm.. maybe… maybe spice… spice girls by the way nice girls band.. one of my fave in my childhood. also backstreet boys, they were like pairs.
da
Fiction springs to mind. It’s a name, not an object. Who could forget the sleazy blond villain? I guess I’m just geeky. Wait, why were we talking about railroad spikes to begin with?
What was strange was how sharp the hump was. In the books, they led you to believe that they were dull, mountainous fleshy ranged rising along like an arch on the back. But here he was, Tommy Gamberlow, the new kid at school; the sharp humpback.
It’s like a spike in my heart. The way you look at her. I want you to look at me. Only me. But you don’t even see me, do you. You just see a child, someone who’s fun to play with, but I’m not what you want. I know. You want her. And that’s okay. At least that’s what I’ll say. But not when I’m alone. When no one else is around, I’ll scream and cry, but I don’t want you to see that.
Yaar
sharp hard misunderstood, running fast and funny little creature. drug. not funny.
strange hair-do, like in notting hill. goggles. nails in the walls.
My Easter bunny cake was a Warholesque effort, delicious decadent Spike the Bunny lives on in the hearts and fat pads of many. Those who recognized his greatness will never forget.
nannan
She drove the spike into the ground as he gathered the fire wood for their fire. Soon the tipi was set up and they were snuggled close inside it’s warmth.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I was eating noodles when this weird feeling like a spike starting pulating in my tongue. I had gotten weird sensations before, like a twitching in my eyelid or a beating feeling in my stomach but this was the first time I had gotten this random feeling in my tongue. I looked up at the table to see if anyone had noticed my reaction. But like is normal no one had noticed a thing.
Laurel Parrish
I spiked my drink with vodka. because that’s what i really wanted. until i drank too much. then i wanted regular orange juice. similarly, the word spike is funny. literally reminds me of a dolberman or a little boy with a fauxhawk. i want vodka again. provide please.
Elizabeth
hair style
railroad fasteners
a dog’s name
gold spike
pointed yet not sharp
not ruffled by the wind or hats
shelly
A spike through the heart. Vampire. Buffy the Vampire slayer. A spike doesn’t have to be materialistic. Words have the sharpest spikes.
spike. spike jonze, spike lee. spikes are all over those video games that i spent so much time playing when i was younger. i remember they were only fatal to sonic if he’d lost all his rings. sometimes i thought it would be cool if my name was spike. I used to wear my hair spiky, too. I thought spikes were excellent. but now they seem rather immature..
Andy
maybe,jessie thought to herself as she mindlessly walked the tracks past spike after spike after spike,she was in shock.losing david.losing her super powers.the hardness of the elements around her.
A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up; it was Spike. After all these years, we hadn’t said one word to each other. But, an instant after seeing him, I know it would be alright. That’s what Spike /did/. I took a shaky breath and tried a smile. “Hey.”
used to build railways long time ago…. like a big nail…. some people spike their hair…
the way my brother used to do his hair, he felt rebellious, independent, because it didn’t look right in our family’s pew on sunday mornings. Not a straight-laced comb-over like my father.
a dog that looks like his owner who has a pickup truck with empty beer cans in the bed and a pitbull bobblehead on the dash
his name was pike and his hair was dirty and his hands were tan and strong and i’d have liked for them to hold my ankles and pull me around and paint me or do a nice pen and ink of me and put it in his dorm room and let me hold his ink-stained hand and tell me i’m his favorite on campus even though it’s cold
tv network.. in the ground.. carpet spike. roof spike.. a dog named… its all good. the punch is spiked. what is this root of the word? can I get one? I picture big long 5 inch spikes.. railroad spikes. cactus spikes? pineapple spikes? a kid named Brandon with last name Spykes beat me up in school.
I think I’ve already wrote about this word… Can that happen? That’s so weird… Well, I don’t like this at all… Now what can I write about? All I can focus on is what I wrote the first time I had this word… It’s like whenever you don’t want to think about something, it ends up being the only thing you can think about…
Oozing molten lava, a rickety bridge that looks like it could give way any moment.. That’s what I was facing. Behind me, a sharp, pointed castle laden with spikes and other unimaginable objects. Dare I cross? Should I take the chance? If I stay, I’m gone for certain.. On the other hand, will I even make it across to the other side?
hard mean goth emo
Metal spike just spiked me from beneath, causing my body to spike.
Her enemies looked down on her, no longer a threat, no longer a thing that would haunt her in the night. Powerless, defeated, humiliated, they looked down at her with empty stares, nothing but heads on spikes lining the castle walls.
yummy i like spike it taste like pain HARDCORE! yeah that makes sense, sounds like a brutal puupies name with one of those brutal collars very HARDCORE! bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh sharp
She spikes the ball over the net. The timid girl cowers, misses, fails. Again. The rest of her teammates sigh. It’s a strategy to hit the ball where this girl stands. She’s so afraid. She always misses.
Gym class. Humiliation. What’s the difference?
The rail end the end of the hallway lights up with such incandescent flavors of yellow and muk like fog pasted over the projection of the light. We follow the railing with our hands, allowing our eyes to pick apart the projections of light vibration.
the spike in her hair was pertuding north-west of her head. she smoothed her finger over its grandness and pomposity. ” Ha! What nerve eh? ” as she grabbed a glimpse of herself in the mirror before setting off north-west bound to just-try-and-fuck-with-me.
The spikes on her necklace resembled the spikes into my soul that she dug every day. So fierce on the outside, so fragile behind those spikes. The choker did not choke her, but sometimes I wish that I could. And in another life, perhaps I would. But for now, I’d near piss myself imagining those spikes. No matter how she stood, the spikes scratched her skin and my eyes all the same.
There was a spike in the road. Massive and Black. Of course I was dancing and singing to music in my car. I thought I saw it soon enough to press the brakes. Oh, If only it was five seconds sooner.
sometimes dogs have spikes on their collars. i think of also a big green monster with one eyes and lots of spikes all over him. He’s lime green, and i think i’ve seen him somewhere before. Also, sometimes, dogs are named Spike, which is really unorginal and only because they are like bulldogs or something tough looking with a spiked collar that is probably red,
she jumped. she swung. for a moment she felt suspended in air, in time. everyone was watching. contact. she hit. hard. and then it was over. her feet hit the ground. the ball smacked the floor. the game was over. spike.
The first thing that popped into my head when I saw the word Spike was the character from Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a scene depicting said character singing/screaming out “My Way” whilst driving off. I’ve not thought about that scene in a long time. Funny what one can retain. : )
Well this one time way back when… A buddy of mine showed me this new energy drink. I have never tried this substance in my life. But he knew me enough so i tried it. Spike.
your skin is in about three pieces and all of them on the floor, in different shapes and configurations and when you turn your head just right you can see the inside of your face still, you can see what shapes it made when it moved and the record of how far you took your face forward and what you might have said those years ago all of them everything
I see the word spike and the thing that comes to mind is a dog. Why would it seem natural to name a dog spike. It’s not like it would be able to do great damage as a spike and why would you want it to?
The spike was deeply embedded in his leg, pinning him to the rockface. There was no pain just a giddy feeling of weightlessness. He wondered if this is what dying felt like. In fact he wondered if he was.
That was the name of the dog that terrorized me as a child. Of course he had to belong to my best friend at the time. The cruel coincidence of being there often forced me to face my fear and my fear tackled me. My fear bit me. My fear never went away even when after the dog had died.
He drove the spike into the ground with a fateful, forceful, final push. But the ground didn’t shake, and the sky didn’t split.
His heart sank in his chest and he let out a tired breath.
There was a dragon named Spike in the My Little Pony cartoons I watched when I was a kid. He had a funny accent and was the only male character on MLP that I knew of, except for one of the pegasus ponies- of indiscriminate gender- who I thought was a gay guy…. I don’t know why I thought that, but I did….
it’s kinda weird cause i don’t even know what spike means, and.. i dont rly have time to check for it’s meaning.. i think i heard once that a dog’s name was SPike… mm.. maybe… maybe spice… spice girls by the way nice girls band.. one of my fave in my childhood. also backstreet boys, they were like pairs.
Fiction springs to mind. It’s a name, not an object. Who could forget the sleazy blond villain? I guess I’m just geeky. Wait, why were we talking about railroad spikes to begin with?
What was strange was how sharp the hump was. In the books, they led you to believe that they were dull, mountainous fleshy ranged rising along like an arch on the back. But here he was, Tommy Gamberlow, the new kid at school; the sharp humpback.
It’s like a spike in my heart. The way you look at her. I want you to look at me. Only me. But you don’t even see me, do you. You just see a child, someone who’s fun to play with, but I’m not what you want. I know. You want her. And that’s okay. At least that’s what I’ll say. But not when I’m alone. When no one else is around, I’ll scream and cry, but I don’t want you to see that.
sharp hard misunderstood, running fast and funny little creature. drug. not funny.
strange hair-do, like in notting hill. goggles. nails in the walls.
My Easter bunny cake was a Warholesque effort, delicious decadent Spike the Bunny lives on in the hearts and fat pads of many. Those who recognized his greatness will never forget.
She drove the spike into the ground as he gathered the fire wood for their fire. Soon the tipi was set up and they were snuggled close inside it’s warmth.
I was eating noodles when this weird feeling like a spike starting pulating in my tongue. I had gotten weird sensations before, like a twitching in my eyelid or a beating feeling in my stomach but this was the first time I had gotten this random feeling in my tongue. I looked up at the table to see if anyone had noticed my reaction. But like is normal no one had noticed a thing.
I spiked my drink with vodka. because that’s what i really wanted. until i drank too much. then i wanted regular orange juice. similarly, the word spike is funny. literally reminds me of a dolberman or a little boy with a fauxhawk. i want vodka again. provide please.
hair style
railroad fasteners
a dog’s name
gold spike
pointed yet not sharp
not ruffled by the wind or hats
A spike through the heart. Vampire. Buffy the Vampire slayer. A spike doesn’t have to be materialistic. Words have the sharpest spikes.
spike. spike jonze, spike lee. spikes are all over those video games that i spent so much time playing when i was younger. i remember they were only fatal to sonic if he’d lost all his rings. sometimes i thought it would be cool if my name was spike. I used to wear my hair spiky, too. I thought spikes were excellent. but now they seem rather immature..
maybe,jessie thought to herself as she mindlessly walked the tracks past spike after spike after spike,she was in shock.losing david.losing her super powers.the hardness of the elements around her.
A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up; it was Spike. After all these years, we hadn’t said one word to each other. But, an instant after seeing him, I know it would be alright. That’s what Spike /did/. I took a shaky breath and tried a smile. “Hey.”