In the mud. Stuck and sick of it. Pick it up and jam it into your brother’s fundament.
jck
It takes a good amount of stick-to-it-ness to be successful in one’s career. One cannot merely start something and expect to be an overnight hit. Success takes persistence and a lot of hard work, but be thankful that your relationship God doesn’t depend upon your work, but His grace.
Chris Huff
If I could find just one live stick among the debris in my garden I’d be delighted. As it is, my precious plants are gripped with frost, and everything looks dead and forgotten. even the dog is miserable.
The stick laid on the ground. It was only a few feet away. She could reach it easily, if she could silently creep by the murderer unknown. “Where are you?” He cried out, and she knew that she had to get to that stick. She swallowed back her tears and chocked back her sob. This can’t happen to me… She thought and she continued crawling until something caught her ankle. NOOOO she screamed, but it was too late. Her fate seemed to lie with death now.
What we want more than anything is to stick somewhere. To find a home. We can wander the Earth for years trying to find that place. Like seeds, we scatter to the wind, hoping to find a place to land.
what’s brown and sticky? a stick. badooomdoomchhhh. You need to stick to the people you trust, stray from them and you’ll get lost in life, with people you can’t trust, and that would just suck.
Kirsty Smith
five six pick up the sticks is a common english rhyme. it always reminfds me of my childhood. old people carry a stick . a blind man’s stick is red and white. in earlier days
imran
your body was like a stick. but i loved it. and i didn’t care that i might break you with my child-bearing hips…i just loved your soul which was so big for a stick like you. you’re beautiful.
Amber
Someone that you have to go with because they are family. Someone you care about. Something that needs to be done. With or without. I don’t know. I love them so With or without they will stick in my hearts.
Zackery Rosborough
i remember i played this game for the computer when i was younger. it was called ruffs bone. it was a living books program. the reason i thought of it was because his owner (ruff is a dog) throws his bone and he goes on this huge adventure while fetching it. although he throws a bone, it reminded me of how alot of dog owners throw sticks. i miss that game
thcici
dog ground tree brown dirty branch walking hike forest dirt wood carbon carving animal hit greenery hills woods
kate the retard
will the idea stick?
what makes a good idea stick in the mind?
A carrot with a stick?
Jayzee
Once upon a time there lived a stick man who was upset he had no shading like this friends. He had a hard time expressing himself due to his stick face and could only seem to muster sad, happy or bland.
There were several times at parties when people wouldn’t even notice that he was there until he turned around and was viewed from the right angle.
Danica
The stick was long- roughly two feet across, a good thickness. Just right. It wouldn’t hurt too badly, but it wouldn’t be so thin that he would be sent out again to pick another by his angry grandmother. The boy nodded to himself. yes, this switch would be perfect. Adopting a look of glumness, Adam began walking back to his home, where Granny waited on the porch.
Susan
Sticks and stones!
Give them some stick
Sticks to make fire wood!
Sticks – living in the sticks
Poking stick
stick with it
sticky
stick to the back of it
stick with me you’ll go far
stick together
Lisa
it’s too straight for me to even go around the situation. i’m trying to find loopholes that don’t exist, and instead, i’m crossing rivers where the bridges have burnt down. this situation isn’t straight. we’ve lost our way around the maze. i just want to be safe, at home, and not looking for you or looking for reasons why we’ve changed.
jessica praphath
she was sticking around to see what would happen next. little did she know that the events of that evening would stick in her mind like tape on paper. it was devastating but she couldn’t look away nor could she stop it. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to it was that she couldn’t she was afraid that if she interfered she would be next and she couldn’t afford that. she had a family to think about now and stopping to save others just couldn’t be on her agenda any more. she never really was a super hero but there were times that she thought she was.
guys have one. dogs like biting it, but humans like to suck it. our world is very messed up! well at least that what I think. I like bananas to and weiners and nuts who knows for all you know there sticks too! lalalalalalala
vjj
My problem is that I never hold tight to anything, anyone or any place. It’s not that I don’t love the constants in my life it’s just at some point they will disapper. Departing is hardest for those being left; which is why I always leave. Slowly everytime I move I actually take things with me. Maybe one day I’ll stop moving and then when I finally stop moving someone, even better some people, will start standing still with me.
P.J Williams
there is a stick on the ground that fell from the tree of lies that my father has told me. That stick is the only thing that I care about in my life, and the only thing that hits me over and over as he tells me that I’m not doing what he wants me to do with my life.
Ski
Stick to your system
the system is your life
it is you.
only you can create it.
you make your life what it is.
stick to it.
Alexx
In the Spectrometric observatory, the team of astronomers had finally installed the Tachyon Spectrometer which could view and adjust images from light years away from earth. They had figured out a method of calibration to the point that it could see 13.7 billion light years into the past to the center of the Universe and once they looked at a clear image of that place, that time, from which all place and time originated, Professor Wissenheimer could make out the hand of an androgenous creature, sticking a fork in a toaster.
Stick with it.
Hit it with a stick.
The stick laying on the ground gathers moss and is buried under seasonal guise such as snow and leaves.
It is only a part of the bigger picture, a tree.
It’s important to stick to things, especially with sticky notes. Some people don’t like you to stick to them, i.e. be too clingy, but you have to stick to goals. Or your parents will be pissed. But, rat traps are also sticky, and they’re deathly. So stick to college or to your death? Who knows what’s best. Just use your sticky notes and things will maybe work out. Watch out for the maple syrup bottle at IHOP, which is also quite sticky.
Tara
She threw the stick into the water and watched it break and snap quickly as it thrashed against the rocks. I guess it drowned. She considered jumping in after it. Her toes curled around the edge of the bank. If she jumped in now she’d die. She knew that.
She wondered why his words had such lasting power. She carried them around in her heart, like little daggers she could not shake despite him leaving her months ago. All these little reminders.
Sticks are brown. Some are green. They are pointy and sometimes skinning, like me! Yaaay! some are fat..ewww. you can hit people with sticks and stick someone with a stick hehehe. evil plans. sticks come from trees and plants, or sometimes pant lol….i am clever and rhyme
Natasha
In fifth grade, we played in the woods, we built forts from sticks and twine. Our fort families were our tribes, we valued them deeply. We thought we were forest fairies, we caught salamanders, we waded in the stream. I miss these days. I long to run through the woods again, and collect sticks.
sticks are made of wood but can also be in the mud. LIke a stick in the mud. Sticks in the mud aren’t fun kinds of people and I don’t like hanging out with sticks in the mud. sticks can help light fires, I’m the kind of gal who enjoys fires, lighting them particularly. I am a bit of a pyro. Fires brings out cheekyness in people. I like cheeky people because they aren’t sticks in the mud. Sticks in the mud aren’t fun people
Curly
i sat on the front stoop of the old broken house. i was poking that poor ant with a stick. again. my brother had just given it a rest and left but for some reason i just couldn’t go. so i sat and stared. only a little bit blankly. mindlessly torturing an ant.
i feel minor guilt now. :/
sticks and stones can break bones, but so can words. Especially if they are words jaggedly cut out of a road sign or the gigantic neon letters on the outside of major retail stores.
John Carey
a stick in the ground will stick only if you stick it far enough to have it support itself from the dirt. It is also a great tool for poking things. It is incredibly versatile however, it can be used to start a fire or to draw in the
Tom Colleran
In fifth grade, we played in the woods and built forts from sticks and twine. Our fort families were like tribes, and we took them very seriously. We thought we were forest fairies, we caught salamanders, we waded in the stream. I miss those days. I long to run around in the woods again, and collect sticks.
Sarah
I’m sticking to it.
Screw this, and grow up.
Nothing’s happened.
I haven’t changed anything.
Stick to it.
Iceman
She grabbed the small broken tool. It fell from a tree, in snapped under someone, and it laid there broken. And she frowned, for the resemblance was unmistakable. She fell from a building, snapped under someone, and laid there broken. Just like the tree wanted.
She grabbed the stick that laid on the leaf-covered floor. It had a ribbon attached to it, a mark that signaled something that she couldn’t understand, but she could recognize the ribbon. It was her daughter’s, and she had been there.
Aileen M.
stick like strong like our tongues like sharp like sticks and stones and bones that break under the weight of every word we wish we’d never spoke like hate like love like sorry like never like never.
stick is make of wood, we can use it as a walking stick, or for canning.
clee lim
Stick in the mud? Stuck in neutral? Stick it to whomever is annoying you? Stick with it? Feeling Stuck? Pondering… wondering what to do with live. Live it, duh…. but for what point? Hmmmm…
Wow, I accidentally gave myself a second dose of time! Anyway.
I think what I’m wondering about is… what’s my purpose, how do I figure it out, and then what to do. That last part should be easy.
In the mud. Stuck and sick of it. Pick it up and jam it into your brother’s fundament.
It takes a good amount of stick-to-it-ness to be successful in one’s career. One cannot merely start something and expect to be an overnight hit. Success takes persistence and a lot of hard work, but be thankful that your relationship God doesn’t depend upon your work, but His grace.
If I could find just one live stick among the debris in my garden I’d be delighted. As it is, my precious plants are gripped with frost, and everything looks dead and forgotten. even the dog is miserable.
The stick laid on the ground. It was only a few feet away. She could reach it easily, if she could silently creep by the murderer unknown. “Where are you?” He cried out, and she knew that she had to get to that stick. She swallowed back her tears and chocked back her sob. This can’t happen to me… She thought and she continued crawling until something caught her ankle. NOOOO she screamed, but it was too late. Her fate seemed to lie with death now.
What we want more than anything is to stick somewhere. To find a home. We can wander the Earth for years trying to find that place. Like seeds, we scatter to the wind, hoping to find a place to land.
what’s brown and sticky? a stick. badooomdoomchhhh. You need to stick to the people you trust, stray from them and you’ll get lost in life, with people you can’t trust, and that would just suck.
five six pick up the sticks is a common english rhyme. it always reminfds me of my childhood. old people carry a stick . a blind man’s stick is red and white. in earlier days
your body was like a stick. but i loved it. and i didn’t care that i might break you with my child-bearing hips…i just loved your soul which was so big for a stick like you. you’re beautiful.
Someone that you have to go with because they are family. Someone you care about. Something that needs to be done. With or without. I don’t know. I love them so With or without they will stick in my hearts.
i remember i played this game for the computer when i was younger. it was called ruffs bone. it was a living books program. the reason i thought of it was because his owner (ruff is a dog) throws his bone and he goes on this huge adventure while fetching it. although he throws a bone, it reminded me of how alot of dog owners throw sticks. i miss that game
dog ground tree brown dirty branch walking hike forest dirt wood carbon carving animal hit greenery hills woods
will the idea stick?
what makes a good idea stick in the mind?
A carrot with a stick?
Once upon a time there lived a stick man who was upset he had no shading like this friends. He had a hard time expressing himself due to his stick face and could only seem to muster sad, happy or bland.
There were several times at parties when people wouldn’t even notice that he was there until he turned around and was viewed from the right angle.
The stick was long- roughly two feet across, a good thickness. Just right. It wouldn’t hurt too badly, but it wouldn’t be so thin that he would be sent out again to pick another by his angry grandmother. The boy nodded to himself. yes, this switch would be perfect. Adopting a look of glumness, Adam began walking back to his home, where Granny waited on the porch.
Sticks and stones!
Give them some stick
Sticks to make fire wood!
Sticks – living in the sticks
Poking stick
stick with it
sticky
stick to the back of it
stick with me you’ll go far
stick together
it’s too straight for me to even go around the situation. i’m trying to find loopholes that don’t exist, and instead, i’m crossing rivers where the bridges have burnt down. this situation isn’t straight. we’ve lost our way around the maze. i just want to be safe, at home, and not looking for you or looking for reasons why we’ve changed.
she was sticking around to see what would happen next. little did she know that the events of that evening would stick in her mind like tape on paper. it was devastating but she couldn’t look away nor could she stop it. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to it was that she couldn’t she was afraid that if she interfered she would be next and she couldn’t afford that. she had a family to think about now and stopping to save others just couldn’t be on her agenda any more. she never really was a super hero but there were times that she thought she was.
guys have one. dogs like biting it, but humans like to suck it. our world is very messed up! well at least that what I think. I like bananas to and weiners and nuts who knows for all you know there sticks too! lalalalalalala
My problem is that I never hold tight to anything, anyone or any place. It’s not that I don’t love the constants in my life it’s just at some point they will disapper. Departing is hardest for those being left; which is why I always leave. Slowly everytime I move I actually take things with me. Maybe one day I’ll stop moving and then when I finally stop moving someone, even better some people, will start standing still with me.
there is a stick on the ground that fell from the tree of lies that my father has told me. That stick is the only thing that I care about in my life, and the only thing that hits me over and over as he tells me that I’m not doing what he wants me to do with my life.
Stick to your system
the system is your life
it is you.
only you can create it.
you make your life what it is.
stick to it.
In the Spectrometric observatory, the team of astronomers had finally installed the Tachyon Spectrometer which could view and adjust images from light years away from earth. They had figured out a method of calibration to the point that it could see 13.7 billion light years into the past to the center of the Universe and once they looked at a clear image of that place, that time, from which all place and time originated, Professor Wissenheimer could make out the hand of an androgenous creature, sticking a fork in a toaster.
Stick with it.
Hit it with a stick.
The stick laying on the ground gathers moss and is buried under seasonal guise such as snow and leaves.
It is only a part of the bigger picture, a tree.
It’s important to stick to things, especially with sticky notes. Some people don’t like you to stick to them, i.e. be too clingy, but you have to stick to goals. Or your parents will be pissed. But, rat traps are also sticky, and they’re deathly. So stick to college or to your death? Who knows what’s best. Just use your sticky notes and things will maybe work out. Watch out for the maple syrup bottle at IHOP, which is also quite sticky.
She threw the stick into the water and watched it break and snap quickly as it thrashed against the rocks. I guess it drowned. She considered jumping in after it. Her toes curled around the edge of the bank. If she jumped in now she’d die. She knew that.
She wondered why his words had such lasting power. She carried them around in her heart, like little daggers she could not shake despite him leaving her months ago. All these little reminders.
stuck
Sticks are brown. Some are green. They are pointy and sometimes skinning, like me! Yaaay! some are fat..ewww. you can hit people with sticks and stick someone with a stick hehehe. evil plans. sticks come from trees and plants, or sometimes pant lol….i am clever and rhyme
In fifth grade, we played in the woods, we built forts from sticks and twine. Our fort families were our tribes, we valued them deeply. We thought we were forest fairies, we caught salamanders, we waded in the stream. I miss these days. I long to run through the woods again, and collect sticks.
sticks are made of wood but can also be in the mud. LIke a stick in the mud. Sticks in the mud aren’t fun kinds of people and I don’t like hanging out with sticks in the mud. sticks can help light fires, I’m the kind of gal who enjoys fires, lighting them particularly. I am a bit of a pyro. Fires brings out cheekyness in people. I like cheeky people because they aren’t sticks in the mud. Sticks in the mud aren’t fun people
i sat on the front stoop of the old broken house. i was poking that poor ant with a stick. again. my brother had just given it a rest and left but for some reason i just couldn’t go. so i sat and stared. only a little bit blankly. mindlessly torturing an ant.
i feel minor guilt now. :/
sticks and stones can break bones, but so can words. Especially if they are words jaggedly cut out of a road sign or the gigantic neon letters on the outside of major retail stores.
a stick in the ground will stick only if you stick it far enough to have it support itself from the dirt. It is also a great tool for poking things. It is incredibly versatile however, it can be used to start a fire or to draw in the
In fifth grade, we played in the woods and built forts from sticks and twine. Our fort families were like tribes, and we took them very seriously. We thought we were forest fairies, we caught salamanders, we waded in the stream. I miss those days. I long to run around in the woods again, and collect sticks.
I’m sticking to it.
Screw this, and grow up.
Nothing’s happened.
I haven’t changed anything.
Stick to it.
She grabbed the small broken tool. It fell from a tree, in snapped under someone, and it laid there broken. And she frowned, for the resemblance was unmistakable. She fell from a building, snapped under someone, and laid there broken. Just like the tree wanted.
She grabbed the stick that laid on the leaf-covered floor. It had a ribbon attached to it, a mark that signaled something that she couldn’t understand, but she could recognize the ribbon. It was her daughter’s, and she had been there.
stick like strong like our tongues like sharp like sticks and stones and bones that break under the weight of every word we wish we’d never spoke like hate like love like sorry like never like never.
stick is make of wood, we can use it as a walking stick, or for canning.
Stick in the mud? Stuck in neutral? Stick it to whomever is annoying you? Stick with it? Feeling Stuck? Pondering… wondering what to do with live. Live it, duh…. but for what point? Hmmmm…
Wow, I accidentally gave myself a second dose of time! Anyway.
I think what I’m wondering about is… what’s my purpose, how do I figure it out, and then what to do. That last part should be easy.