Ahhh! string? I prefer rope because you can swing from your neck on it.
Alice
String is something we put our laundry on to dry. There is also a g-string which I personally hate to wear! Strings attached is a common sentence used when something doesn’t have anything to do with something else :)
Magdalena
loose, languid, hammock kind of day. like hanging from a string. i was simply waiting.
i sat down with my ball of string, i wound it through my fingers, watched it make waspy nets to catch flies, felt the breeze blow it
Steve Woodie
something to tie a knot…
its of many kinds
nylon
guitar string
kite string
string theory
Krati
The string that held our relationship together was growing thin. Meggie wanted out, I could see it in her eyes. Everything about me was the opposite of her, and she felt like I was holding her back, at the same time, she was scared of the change that leaving a six year relationship would bring. I’m not sure if I can let her go.
the string of characters makes a complete sentence. we have to choose them carfully so as to express perfectly in short and sweet way. Alos, the string has to be woven ncely
Sushil Saini
balls of string, lined up like soldiers without a heart
pull me along, without a heart, dont let me go, i need you
you need the heart
but not me.
tin man
alone, i stand alone. no tears.
kim
all of my thoughts and words are bundled up in my head trying to think of how to articulatly express what i want to say. all of my thoughts and words, bundled up with string.
it’s about silly string, duh! and alos about purple fruitloops which I absolutely hate. Too much frosty sugar just like capn crunch and that other fruity tooty piece of sugar high. I don’t like that one bit. But lots of little kids really do. Do I get it? Not relly.
stieg
I wound the ball of yarn nervously in my hands, slowling letting the string stretch out over my footsteps. I though this was something they only did in the movies, but now it was my lifeline.
it was so tangled, the cat had been chewing it for hours, and now its wet, and revolting. the string that held it all together was cactus.
Sue F
our heartstrings reach out to those we love and intertwine together, forming a bond that will hopefully last… do not reject them…
Parallel3
“Come with me”
“I can’t”
“Come on, it will be fun. Noone will get hurt”
“But I have no fuel in the car”
“come on, how long have we been hanging out for?”
fine thin line
connection
in a relationship
bind us
Jojega
you don’t test a string in a matter of life and death situations… it’s a piece of thread that can save your life. it binds our clothes. no strings attached, no guilt involved.
Che
the string was magical, as it led to an embarrassing snapshot of spongebob st some party, but what that picture is exactly, we will never know for sure.
the string was laying before her. still. it wasn’t attached to anything. but one end was covered in red. red like blood. she didn’t know what to do about it. she had cleaned up everything else from the scene. except this small piece. she could not bring herself to get rid of it. something about what it had been attatched to.
Pull me along,
unravel me,
tie me in knots
tie me in bows,
roll me into a ball and push me down the hill,
tangle me up,
cut me into pieces
but don’t let the cat’s claws on me.
Victoria Gregory
You string me along with your talk of the future. Do you really think I’m going to believe all this? I’ve heard it all before you know. What makes you different from the others?
the first thing i thought of is string cheese and how much fun it is to eat string cheese as a kid. i don’t buy it anymore because it’s surprisingly expensive for what it is, and i can’t justify walking around with it as a snack. and my second thought was string theory, as in the universe’s explanation. funny it should be cheese and astrophysics.
r
I wanted to be someone but I seemed to be tired to the ground with string. It came from my arms and my knees and my legs and my nose and had me anchored to the ground so I could not move. A simple move would have me bound up more and if I tried to unwind, disasterous consequences of stringyness would occur.
awayday
A thread/chain of cotton, silk, nylon etc connecting beads, gems etc string of events too
The string i tied like a ring
to remember
or perhaps to forget, or at least to remember to
i’d tie’d it a bit too tight
so now it pained me to forget but even more to remember
…he followed the piece of String around the rubble strewn corner, fingers running along its vivid red length. how long had it been since he’d first began following it, he wondered to himself. It could have been years, each day, month, year blending into the next – a blurred cacophony of String led monotony….
“no strings attached.” i remember my officemate said that. but is that really possible? doing something special for someone without expecting anything in return. even just a hint?
shane
So, like, I want to take this string and wrap it around my feet and then throw myself out a window. Hopefully, below someone remembered to make jello and there will be a sea of jello waiting for me.
susieapple
I’m looking up, but the edges are soft and
indistinct, and hiding the fact that we’re not
tied by fate, or hope, or even a fucking rope.
All we have is this string.
A hairs width that makes me feel
dangerous.
string the beans together because without it they will fall apart, down. apart. down. where are they going now?! we need that because without it we will die. its like the cycle of life. life then death then what happens, who can tell me? strangled in the middle, who can tell the truth?
Bre
strings are attached to everything. every word. every agreement. every moment. every kiss. You can’t go through life without strings. The hold things together, things that could normally fall apart. And they tie things up that need to be let go, but now they can’t be. they are helpful in mending a torn shirt, but can be hindering. String can be the most fantastic or horrible thing.
Emily
“This is string, Baby! See? Striiing.”
The child, hands grasping and eyes wide, reaches for the ball of twine, wound tightly. It feels unfamiliar to her tiny fingers, still soft and unworn by the world; by instinct she stuffs the edge into her mouth and gnaws at it with pink gums.
It hurts. She wails and throws the ball several feet away.
Ties things together, reminds you to do something, hangs things up. perhaps leads a trail. and can even decorate something. something so simple that has so many uses and things that are complicated only have one use
Ahhh! string? I prefer rope because you can swing from your neck on it.
String is something we put our laundry on to dry. There is also a g-string which I personally hate to wear! Strings attached is a common sentence used when something doesn’t have anything to do with something else :)
loose, languid, hammock kind of day. like hanging from a string. i was simply waiting.
loose, languid, hammock kind of of day. like a hanging from a string. i was simply waiting.
i sat down with my ball of string, i wound it through my fingers, watched it make waspy nets to catch flies, felt the breeze blow it
something to tie a knot…
its of many kinds
nylon
guitar string
kite string
string theory
The string that held our relationship together was growing thin. Meggie wanted out, I could see it in her eyes. Everything about me was the opposite of her, and she felt like I was holding her back, at the same time, she was scared of the change that leaving a six year relationship would bring. I’m not sure if I can let her go.
the string of characters makes a complete sentence. we have to choose them carfully so as to express perfectly in short and sweet way. Alos, the string has to be woven ncely
balls of string, lined up like soldiers without a heart
do they have hearts?
string, not soldiers.
just as fragile
just as alone
pull me along, without a heart, dont let me go, i need you
you need the heart
but not me.
tin man
alone, i stand alone. no tears.
all of my thoughts and words are bundled up in my head trying to think of how to articulatly express what i want to say. all of my thoughts and words, bundled up with string.
String me along, let me hope for another day or another week. Keep me guessing for just a little longer before the string breaks forever.
it’s about silly string, duh! and alos about purple fruitloops which I absolutely hate. Too much frosty sugar just like capn crunch and that other fruity tooty piece of sugar high. I don’t like that one bit. But lots of little kids really do. Do I get it? Not relly.
I wound the ball of yarn nervously in my hands, slowling letting the string stretch out over my footsteps. I though this was something they only did in the movies, but now it was my lifeline.
it was so tangled, the cat had been chewing it for hours, and now its wet, and revolting. the string that held it all together was cactus.
our heartstrings reach out to those we love and intertwine together, forming a bond that will hopefully last… do not reject them…
“Come with me”
“I can’t”
“Come on, it will be fun. Noone will get hurt”
“But I have no fuel in the car”
“come on, how long have we been hanging out for?”
you pull the strings of your unexpected life.
try to share
try to be someone you’ve already hated
fine thin line
connection
in a relationship
bind us
you don’t test a string in a matter of life and death situations… it’s a piece of thread that can save your life. it binds our clothes. no strings attached, no guilt involved.
the string was magical, as it led to an embarrassing snapshot of spongebob st some party, but what that picture is exactly, we will never know for sure.
Two plastic cups. One string. One cup for you. One cup for me. A string in between. I whisper to you sweet nothings.
the string was laying before her. still. it wasn’t attached to anything. but one end was covered in red. red like blood. she didn’t know what to do about it. she had cleaned up everything else from the scene. except this small piece. she could not bring herself to get rid of it. something about what it had been attatched to.
Pull me along,
unravel me,
tie me in knots
tie me in bows,
roll me into a ball and push me down the hill,
tangle me up,
cut me into pieces
but don’t let the cat’s claws on me.
You string me along with your talk of the future. Do you really think I’m going to believe all this? I’ve heard it all before you know. What makes you different from the others?
the first thing i thought of is string cheese and how much fun it is to eat string cheese as a kid. i don’t buy it anymore because it’s surprisingly expensive for what it is, and i can’t justify walking around with it as a snack. and my second thought was string theory, as in the universe’s explanation. funny it should be cheese and astrophysics.
I wanted to be someone but I seemed to be tired to the ground with string. It came from my arms and my knees and my legs and my nose and had me anchored to the ground so I could not move. A simple move would have me bound up more and if I tried to unwind, disasterous consequences of stringyness would occur.
A thread/chain of cotton, silk, nylon etc connecting beads, gems etc string of events too
The string i tied like a ring
to remember
or perhaps to forget, or at least to remember to
i’d tie’d it a bit too tight
so now it pained me to forget but even more to remember
…he followed the piece of String around the rubble strewn corner, fingers running along its vivid red length. how long had it been since he’d first began following it, he wondered to himself. It could have been years, each day, month, year blending into the next – a blurred cacophony of String led monotony….
“no strings attached.” i remember my officemate said that. but is that really possible? doing something special for someone without expecting anything in return. even just a hint?
So, like, I want to take this string and wrap it around my feet and then throw myself out a window. Hopefully, below someone remembered to make jello and there will be a sea of jello waiting for me.
I’m looking up, but the edges are soft and
indistinct, and hiding the fact that we’re not
tied by fate, or hope, or even a fucking rope.
All we have is this string.
A hairs width that makes me feel
dangerous.
string the beans together because without it they will fall apart, down. apart. down. where are they going now?! we need that because without it we will die. its like the cycle of life. life then death then what happens, who can tell me? strangled in the middle, who can tell the truth?
strings are attached to everything. every word. every agreement. every moment. every kiss. You can’t go through life without strings. The hold things together, things that could normally fall apart. And they tie things up that need to be let go, but now they can’t be. they are helpful in mending a torn shirt, but can be hindering. String can be the most fantastic or horrible thing.
“This is string, Baby! See? Striiing.”
The child, hands grasping and eyes wide, reaches for the ball of twine, wound tightly. It feels unfamiliar to her tiny fingers, still soft and unworn by the world; by instinct she stuffs the edge into her mouth and gnaws at it with pink gums.
It hurts. She wails and throws the ball several feet away.
I like to play with string.
Ties things together, reminds you to do something, hangs things up. perhaps leads a trail. and can even decorate something. something so simple that has so many uses and things that are complicated only have one use
i’ve got in my hand a kite string and i’m ready to fly away into the sunset
Don’t string me along, string me a song. String me a stream of blue and green that runs forever long.