dry grass which needs no water. It is a food for animals, I think the healthy one. I connect it with the summer, sun and hot weather.
zuzana
At the end of the summer, i was certain, that this will be the smell, that could bring up the best memories of my whole life. The smell of straw in the air, over the lakes above thress under the big mountains covered by ice. Summer in austria
d4nt3
The straw hat fell from the sky and landed on the timid girl’s feet. She looked down only to see the golden strands of sun’s hair evaporate.
There was a house in which lived a family. The family, to all those who encountered them, were perfectly content. Each child was smart and beautiful, owing to the same qualities in the parents, and the house’s 3-car garage afforded them the opportunity to always be where they needed to be.
B
The last straw is the kind when one is at the end of one’s tether. People resort to it when there seems no other solution in sight. Sip drinks. Horse feed. Hats. Dried grass. Catches fire easily.
Kamal
He chewed absently on the straw he’d shoved in the now-empty glass of coke and ice. His eyebrows were drawn together as he concentrated on some far-off spot in the distance, a scowl playing across his features.
With nothing but straws filling my body, I’ve got no more brains that a scarecrow. Although, I wouldn’t care to meet any dorothy’s in my lifetime. I find her rather ridiculous. But, anyway, back to my straws. Oh well, whatever, they’re not that important.
straw….. i like to stick em up my nose and act like a walrus
alex
I fell back into the straw, my head narrowly missing the support beams of the barn we were in. “Hey,” I chuckled with what I hoped could pass for an indignant pout. Truthfully, I was failing quite miserably at equipping myself with any expression but ‘pathetically in love’ at the present time. She just giggled, placing her arms on each side of me, her blonde locks tickling my face. I gulped, all coherent thoughts suddenly fleeing my mind like a rabbit from a fox as her proximity overruled my judgement. “Uhm,” I muttered, distracted. “This is definitely a bad idea. Yep. Definitely bad.” She glanced around with a grin on her face, humouring me, before turning back to cock an eyebrow. “Do you see anyone around?”
“Well, no, but there’s-”
“And is anyone going to show up sometime soon?”
“You never know, my brother could-”
“Then quit complaining,” she breathed, “and let me kiss you.”
I started to protest once more, but my words turned into a splutter as she placed her lips on my neck, running them up to my earlobe. “That…yeah, that sounds nice,” I managed before giving up on words altogether.
(Yes, I continued on with this a little. Hey, when inspiration bugs you, you don’t slam the door on it).
the straw is yellow. needle in the hay. elliott smith was a beautiful soul. straws are what you use to drink from. different colors, shapes, twists and turns. i remember drinking from them as a child.
Stephanie
straw-
i have my drink without one.
i just unscrew the cap and toss ’em back
without a care for presentation or even sanitation
it’s me, i’m having a damn drink
mitchell stark
I moved the straw inside my strawberry margarita, watching my fiance’s reflection in the glass. He wasn’t saying anything. All he did was mess with his belt.
Alanah
red and white. like a peppermint candy. its thin and long and it bends at the top. simple yet important. drinking coke on a hot summers day, sipping it though a straw.
i already wrote about this goshdarnit. it makes me think of straw hats, and sunny days and picnics with the man you’re going to marry, and then your sunny house with beautiful children and maybe something tragic happening but you still look gorgeous and wonderful, and as tragic as it may be its going to be okay.
esme
Straws are one of the best things ever. They can be twirly or bendy or straight. They can also be a million different colors and I love colors. Without straws I couldn’t drink smoothies or milkshakes in the same way and I love those too. You also wouldn’t be able to make those Japanese straw blowing paintings which I made in first grade. Straws are just one of those inventions that make everything better.
Brianna Barriga
Is there only one work per day? This is the third time I’ve received straw. This is some bullshit. I don’t care about straws. I want them to leave me alone. I want a new word. This 60 seconds better go faster because hot damn, I don’t feel like writing about straws anymore. LEARN TO DRINK FROM A CUP ALREADY.
I already wrote about the damn straw. I’m not gonna get all poetic. There are bendy straws and those are the best kind, especially if they’re coloured. I just don’t like straws. I think they’re pointless, unless the cup has a lid. Then they’re necessary.
Hi this is me talking from outerspace. I would just like to say that your ingenious I dea to make a straw…You know the things that help you sip your cups..sooo smart I want to make a flaying juice and park it on the rear end on my car. I didn’t know you could be so handsomly smart about something so silly.
Nikki
Blaine drinks his coffee from a straw. Darren does that in real life. I don’t really like straws because they keep the liquid from getting to my entire mouth, and then I can’t really taste it. I hear they’re good for your teeth though, And i guess they kind of help with hot liquids or something. I don’t know.
Cassie
bales and the last suck longest – kids want yard long straws, curly ones – colored ones, straw down your pants after romp on the bales – long hot summers of childhood. Straw dogs the book / movie??
mike
you can drink from a straw. a straw is bendy. a straw is colourful. i love straws. straws are awesome. straw can also be strands of hay. YEY we can make a scarecrow out of straw. Like the one from wizard of Oz!!!!
Edel
Here hair was dry and stringy. It hung like straw from her scalp, yellow and unpleasant. How I hated her hair, as it was part of what made her different from me. More importantly, it made her better than I was in her eyes.
Kyrie Huggins
amzing beautiful straw, energy, makes me do everything, so I’m just all in so that I keep on walking and nothing can make me go back. I’m not just moving on I’m movving forward! Straw , goooo, make me try a new thing, No fear to make mistakes, no fear to do my deeds,
he was a man made a straw. a scarecrow they called him. but beneath all the straw and stuffing, there was a man. a man i loved. despite what others may have thought and said. i loved him. with all my heart. he was what i needed. what i wanted. and i miss my scarecrow. i mmiss my man of straw.
bek.
Straw spelled backwards is warts. That’s pretty gross.
straws usually are cylindrical in form but they have various lengths. some are very thin, others are too stout. they are used for drinking but doesn’t quench enough your thirst while sipping in it takes more effort than actually drinking directly in a cup.
daye
Everyone will write about this being The Last Straw.
Well it is the first thing that comes to mind. A powerful conversation, where someone just says this is it. Zero tolerance. I will not take any more of this behaviour. You’re skating on thin ice buddy so you better watch out.
travellati
I like straws. I can use them for drinks. Maybe I can use them for pudding too. I dunno, whatever the use may be, they’re pretty handy. I wonder who created them. Einstein? No, but whoever did, they sure are smart for patenting the shit out of it!! Oh man, straws…haha.
Jennifer
lke a hat no maybe like the scarecrow from the wizard of oz like it’s funny that nothing was afraid of him. Is that what I’m like seriously walking around like a total toool thinking
What is the last straw, technically? It’s different for everyone, I suppose. It could be very small or very big, but it’s the part of the argument where everything turns for the worst
That was the last straw! I am not putting up with this situation any more! I am leaving, and I am not coming back. You will be hearing from my lawyers re the dissolution of both the marriage and the business! You are a straw man!
I held the straw between my fingers, looking up at him through my bangs. Curiosity filled his eyes as i slowly brought the straw up to my lips to take a long drag of my “cigarette.” I stood up as I blew out a puff of imaginary smoke and made my way over to him. I leaned down, my hair pooling against his chest. “I can do,” I whispered against his neck, “anything you can do. Just give me a chance.”
a plastic thing which often has a constant diameter but can vary.
nothing to do with the red sour/sweet berry.
its yellow light stuff that animals eat.
always the last annoyance which breaks our back.
deathcraze
the bendy ones <3 they bring back childhood memories you thought you had forgotten. the simple bliss of finding out your straw bends is an emotion you will never forget as a child.
Tracy
the lemonade stand is full of them. they’re used for sucking up the cold fresh drinks we have slaved away to create for their drooling mouths, and greedy eyes, when they say, ‘gimme a small blueraspberry”. ok i’ll give it to you you rude bitch. but enjoy your straw. we replace them every half hour almost, and we usually touch the tips with our lovely fingers.
Dav
It’s hard choosing who you want to be with. Or who you’ll end up with. Like picking a needle out of a haystack… but what if instead of a needle… beneath all that hay… is a straw?
salichi
The scarecrow on the Wizard of Oz was stuffed with straw. It would fall out of his belly when he jumped around and he would have to stuff it back in. It made a mess on the yellow brick road.
dry grass which needs no water. It is a food for animals, I think the healthy one. I connect it with the summer, sun and hot weather.
At the end of the summer, i was certain, that this will be the smell, that could bring up the best memories of my whole life. The smell of straw in the air, over the lakes above thress under the big mountains covered by ice. Summer in austria
The straw hat fell from the sky and landed on the timid girl’s feet. She looked down only to see the golden strands of sun’s hair evaporate.
There was a house in which lived a family. The family, to all those who encountered them, were perfectly content. Each child was smart and beautiful, owing to the same qualities in the parents, and the house’s 3-car garage afforded them the opportunity to always be where they needed to be.
The last straw is the kind when one is at the end of one’s tether. People resort to it when there seems no other solution in sight. Sip drinks. Horse feed. Hats. Dried grass. Catches fire easily.
He chewed absently on the straw he’d shoved in the now-empty glass of coke and ice. His eyebrows were drawn together as he concentrated on some far-off spot in the distance, a scowl playing across his features.
With nothing but straws filling my body, I’ve got no more brains that a scarecrow. Although, I wouldn’t care to meet any dorothy’s in my lifetime. I find her rather ridiculous. But, anyway, back to my straws. Oh well, whatever, they’re not that important.
straw….. i like to stick em up my nose and act like a walrus
I fell back into the straw, my head narrowly missing the support beams of the barn we were in. “Hey,” I chuckled with what I hoped could pass for an indignant pout. Truthfully, I was failing quite miserably at equipping myself with any expression but ‘pathetically in love’ at the present time. She just giggled, placing her arms on each side of me, her blonde locks tickling my face. I gulped, all coherent thoughts suddenly fleeing my mind like a rabbit from a fox as her proximity overruled my judgement. “Uhm,” I muttered, distracted. “This is definitely a bad idea. Yep. Definitely bad.” She glanced around with a grin on her face, humouring me, before turning back to cock an eyebrow. “Do you see anyone around?”
“Well, no, but there’s-”
“And is anyone going to show up sometime soon?”
“You never know, my brother could-”
“Then quit complaining,” she breathed, “and let me kiss you.”
I started to protest once more, but my words turned into a splutter as she placed her lips on my neck, running them up to my earlobe. “That…yeah, that sounds nice,” I managed before giving up on words altogether.
(Yes, I continued on with this a little. Hey, when inspiration bugs you, you don’t slam the door on it).
the straw is yellow. needle in the hay. elliott smith was a beautiful soul. straws are what you use to drink from. different colors, shapes, twists and turns. i remember drinking from them as a child.
straw-
i have my drink without one.
i just unscrew the cap and toss ’em back
without a care for presentation or even sanitation
it’s me, i’m having a damn drink
I moved the straw inside my strawberry margarita, watching my fiance’s reflection in the glass. He wasn’t saying anything. All he did was mess with his belt.
red and white. like a peppermint candy. its thin and long and it bends at the top. simple yet important. drinking coke on a hot summers day, sipping it though a straw.
i already wrote about this goshdarnit. it makes me think of straw hats, and sunny days and picnics with the man you’re going to marry, and then your sunny house with beautiful children and maybe something tragic happening but you still look gorgeous and wonderful, and as tragic as it may be its going to be okay.
Straws are one of the best things ever. They can be twirly or bendy or straight. They can also be a million different colors and I love colors. Without straws I couldn’t drink smoothies or milkshakes in the same way and I love those too. You also wouldn’t be able to make those Japanese straw blowing paintings which I made in first grade. Straws are just one of those inventions that make everything better.
Is there only one work per day? This is the third time I’ve received straw. This is some bullshit. I don’t care about straws. I want them to leave me alone. I want a new word. This 60 seconds better go faster because hot damn, I don’t feel like writing about straws anymore. LEARN TO DRINK FROM A CUP ALREADY.
I already wrote about the damn straw. I’m not gonna get all poetic. There are bendy straws and those are the best kind, especially if they’re coloured. I just don’t like straws. I think they’re pointless, unless the cup has a lid. Then they’re necessary.
Hi this is me talking from outerspace. I would just like to say that your ingenious I dea to make a straw…You know the things that help you sip your cups..sooo smart I want to make a flaying juice and park it on the rear end on my car. I didn’t know you could be so handsomly smart about something so silly.
Blaine drinks his coffee from a straw. Darren does that in real life. I don’t really like straws because they keep the liquid from getting to my entire mouth, and then I can’t really taste it. I hear they’re good for your teeth though, And i guess they kind of help with hot liquids or something. I don’t know.
bales and the last suck longest – kids want yard long straws, curly ones – colored ones, straw down your pants after romp on the bales – long hot summers of childhood. Straw dogs the book / movie??
you can drink from a straw. a straw is bendy. a straw is colourful. i love straws. straws are awesome. straw can also be strands of hay. YEY we can make a scarecrow out of straw. Like the one from wizard of Oz!!!!
Here hair was dry and stringy. It hung like straw from her scalp, yellow and unpleasant. How I hated her hair, as it was part of what made her different from me. More importantly, it made her better than I was in her eyes.
amzing beautiful straw, energy, makes me do everything, so I’m just all in so that I keep on walking and nothing can make me go back. I’m not just moving on I’m movving forward! Straw , goooo, make me try a new thing, No fear to make mistakes, no fear to do my deeds,
sip, drink, beverage, thisty, coke, bbq, summer, friends, gone, alone, sad,depressed,
He tilted her straw hate upward to get a glimpse of her rosy face. Shyly, she glanced at another direction, embarrassed.
he was a man made a straw. a scarecrow they called him. but beneath all the straw and stuffing, there was a man. a man i loved. despite what others may have thought and said. i loved him. with all my heart. he was what i needed. what i wanted. and i miss my scarecrow. i mmiss my man of straw.
Straw spelled backwards is warts. That’s pretty gross.
Why are strawberries called strawberries?
What’s the difference between straw and hay?
straws usually are cylindrical in form but they have various lengths. some are very thin, others are too stout. they are used for drinking but doesn’t quench enough your thirst while sipping in it takes more effort than actually drinking directly in a cup.
Everyone will write about this being The Last Straw.
Well it is the first thing that comes to mind. A powerful conversation, where someone just says this is it. Zero tolerance. I will not take any more of this behaviour. You’re skating on thin ice buddy so you better watch out.
I like straws. I can use them for drinks. Maybe I can use them for pudding too. I dunno, whatever the use may be, they’re pretty handy. I wonder who created them. Einstein? No, but whoever did, they sure are smart for patenting the shit out of it!! Oh man, straws…haha.
lke a hat no maybe like the scarecrow from the wizard of oz like it’s funny that nothing was afraid of him. Is that what I’m like seriously walking around like a total toool thinking
What is the last straw, technically? It’s different for everyone, I suppose. It could be very small or very big, but it’s the part of the argument where everything turns for the worst
That was the last straw! I am not putting up with this situation any more! I am leaving, and I am not coming back. You will be hearing from my lawyers re the dissolution of both the marriage and the business! You are a straw man!
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
I held the straw between my fingers, looking up at him through my bangs. Curiosity filled his eyes as i slowly brought the straw up to my lips to take a long drag of my “cigarette.” I stood up as I blew out a puff of imaginary smoke and made my way over to him. I leaned down, my hair pooling against his chest. “I can do,” I whispered against his neck, “anything you can do. Just give me a chance.”
a plastic thing which often has a constant diameter but can vary.
nothing to do with the red sour/sweet berry.
its yellow light stuff that animals eat.
always the last annoyance which breaks our back.
the bendy ones <3 they bring back childhood memories you thought you had forgotten. the simple bliss of finding out your straw bends is an emotion you will never forget as a child.
the lemonade stand is full of them. they’re used for sucking up the cold fresh drinks we have slaved away to create for their drooling mouths, and greedy eyes, when they say, ‘gimme a small blueraspberry”. ok i’ll give it to you you rude bitch. but enjoy your straw. we replace them every half hour almost, and we usually touch the tips with our lovely fingers.
It’s hard choosing who you want to be with. Or who you’ll end up with. Like picking a needle out of a haystack… but what if instead of a needle… beneath all that hay… is a straw?
The scarecrow on the Wizard of Oz was stuffed with straw. It would fall out of his belly when he jumped around and he would have to stuff it back in. It made a mess on the yellow brick road.