The cup sat innocently on the counter, the pinnacle of all that was wrong with this world. Forever, never to be removed from society, like a plague that will eventually kill us all. It symbolizes pain and sorrow and shows how much we as people must improve.
Jessica
Everyone use this even you know it’s harmful our earth. My suggestion is to reduce using it but I know it is difficult. People prefer convenience more than “Want to save our earth”.
There was a body in the river. Floating on the water like a piece of styrofoam. He was too late. They killed his friend. When he saw the body the only thought in his head was revenge. Sweet revenge.
Katashi Yamamoto
The styrofoam is the new and only material that can generate heat out of wind and it doesn’t need to be a great wind just with a mild breeze you can reach a 30degree temp
salvador
Styrofoam makes me think of my families annual beach trip to the eastern shore. I find something comforting about lying on my beach blanket in the warm sun, surrounded by family, listening to the waves…and all while sipping coca cola (and a little sand, no doubt) out of those little white cups.
LenaR
Styrofoam makes funny noises in the car. Dad always hated it when the styrofoam cooler squeaked the whole way to Nebraska. He’d pull over just to rearrange the luggage and de-squeak the car. Personally, I couldn’t handle it either.
Krista
once my brothers and i had a styrofoam battle…epic, obviously…
Packing me in like a closely tight claustrophobic place. It’s stinky and sticky and plasticy and non-reusable. It makes me feel SICK.
but it also means a package and that means joy and waiting at the door and maybe my dog, Shakespeare, barking. It has that exciting fresh smell of surprises.
Talia
What is there to say about something as insignificant as styrofoam? I am all for respecting the environment and those who are passionate about taking those large steps to improve it. the only problem with the way my mind works is that I see things as they are and would like to be the person who changes the world is little ways like saying hello to someone on the street as opposed to an intense activist who changes the world by going on compaigns againstst \\the things and people harming the world.
jeannie
padding, it’s something that keeps things safe. it keeps things safe from breaking. i wish we had styrofoam around our hearts to help keep them from breaking.
The package sat there in the middle of the room. Sam stood there, staring at the styrofoam packaging. He knew what it was, he had been trained since he was born to know what this package was. Everything he has been taught however, meant nothing now. The package was just staring him down.
Dominic Darnell
The cup was sitting down on the coffee table in front of me. Steaming hot, little waves rolling off of it. It was there that I met her, and the first thing I can remember about it is that damn styrofoam cup, the one that I spilled all over her new white shirt, the one that caused me to say that first word “Sorry!”
Emily
white and loud. comes with happiness because of what it contains underneath. used as a filler and can hold things tight. helps to support things that we look forward to. continuously there although can cause a mess. still important.
rw
This stuff they used called styrofoam? Yeah, it sticks to me. Quite annoying. But it is fun when it’s in those little popcorn pieces and there’s a bunch of it and you play in it like a pile of leaves…
Grace
The steam rose from her styrofoam cup. It was the closet thing to comfort she’d had in days. Life on the run was never easy, she knew that now. But it was even worse when you couldn’t use your credit cards because they were being watched by the government. Mali was now a wanted fugitive, and for what reason she had no clue.
I don’t even know what that means -.-
See, now some people might call me ignorant, but you have to see other sides of the story: English isn’t my first language, but I’m still trying. I come here everyday.
DinaH.
Styrofoam cups – they make coffee taste of plastic, and the end up in landfill sites where they will live on for centuries, evidence of our apparent need for convenience over both taste and appreciation of our beautiful planet.
joey
Styrofoam is bad for the environment. Sometimes I can’t help but use it, based solely on the fact that it is in fact sturdier than paper but doesn’t need to be washed like the regular dishes. This does sometimes cause me anxiety, but I continue to do it anyway. Like a typical human being, I only care about now, and not the future of my progeny on this planet. What will be left? Who knows. This white foamy plate will still be here in a million years. I won’t live to see its end.
Alissa
She looked at me with ended eyes, like orbs of blank marble, styrofoam globes, one way windows with nothing coming back. Her pupils were in the back of her head and she was drooling. “Oh, yeaaaashhh…” she moaned “give it to me harder.”
Everything in the world is fake. Well, technically fake. All made of styrofoam. When one finds this out, they panic; they see the light. And at that moment, everything changes. Everything becomes styrofoam in itself.
Gabriel D.
The white puffs crunched under her feet as she entered the warehouse. A large shipping box had been knocked on its side and it was spilling styrofoam peanuts all over the rough concrete floor. I single overhead light swung loosely from its chain, casting eerie shadows over the warehouse.
Rachael
is harmful for the environment. so much more could be done to change how we impact the world. humans need to understand how badly we leave a footprint on earth. the movie avatar isnt too far off.
sarah
Styrofoam is weird stuff. It’s scratchy, crunchy, ugly, smelly and lasts forever!
Thade’s face lit up like a bomb, his smile threatening to split his face with sheer joy. After a long running start, the grown boy leapt, cannon ball style, into the giant pit of styrofoam peanuts. Best. Day. Ever.
i just hate it when a package is opened and the styrofoam breaks and those tiny pellets get all over everything.
chefcristo
whit ugly get everywhere i dont care i want pizza and not styrofoam. i hate styrofoam. how bout u i like ice cream.
Faith
Allound me , I am blinded by the harsh white glare of styrofoam. Boxes and boxes line their way up to the heavens; from a far, they look like cottony white clouds, dotting the sky, blocking the miniscule little humans from the swelering blaze of the sun above.
tretre
I watched every morning as she gently pulled apart a new styrofoam cup. She carefully put each little piece into whatever was left of the diminishing cup until it was full of what it once was. She then watched it like a hawk until the hour was over and she carefully carried it to the trash, watching all the little pieces cascade down. I always wondered why someone would create something so vulnerable.
Madison
I am no idea what styrofoam mean … looks like some froth which is generated after shaving one’s ass off :P Well what in hell can one write about if he/she doesn’t even know the meaning
king
She had been waiting for this since she got the call from her uncle. She could hardly wait to open the cardboard box. Her fingers itched and she reached out, grabbing the thing off of the ground outside her new front door. She whipped around and set it on the sidetable beside the door as it drifted shut behind her. With ravenous curiosity she ripped apart the tape and unearthed her treasure…a finely-carved square pine box with a brass hinge.
My throat felt like it had been stuffed with styrofoam after I put my finger down it, trying to gag myself. It hardly worked – I mean, I *did* gag, but I vomited only a little, it was running down my chin into the porcelain bowl, like polluted water running from a tap. My throat was tense and sore and tears were making crooked lines down my cheeks and parted lips, mixing with the bile. I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet; rubbing my throat, I walked out of the bathroom and smiled at my family, joining them watching a movie.
It finally arrived! Benny was so excited he almost couldn’t contain himself. He rushed to the kitchen, pulled out a knife, and opened the long-awaited box only to find those nasty styrofoam pieces instead of his model airplane.
Alessandra
Picture mania
Maniac
Explosive grating
a nonsense
Superflous matter
A way to make
The world
Even more used up
Stuffier
exasperated
I don’t know much about styrofoam but it seems like some technically irelevant thing. Since the beginning of time man has always loved to use the styrofoam.
deepak sahai
White noise
Grand contagion
Breaking ground
Like flint
The preclude
To a reveal
of some fragment
a last vestige
of who we are
and not
styrofoam cups to drink from underage drinking usually id use red cups but styrofoam works too. kids in backyards with styrofoam cups. and then the next morning you can use them to drink coffee to help with that hang over. i think we’re too young to thinking about hang overs. oh well.
Melanie Uzcategui
she stood beside the fence, clutching onto her cup of hot chocolate, watching the events pass by. the starting gun, heavy breathin, pained faces, the clicking of a stop watch. she bit off little bits of the styrofoam and swayed side to side to keep warm.
The cup sat innocently on the counter, the pinnacle of all that was wrong with this world. Forever, never to be removed from society, like a plague that will eventually kill us all. It symbolizes pain and sorrow and shows how much we as people must improve.
Everyone use this even you know it’s harmful our earth. My suggestion is to reduce using it but I know it is difficult. People prefer convenience more than “Want to save our earth”.
There was a body in the river. Floating on the water like a piece of styrofoam. He was too late. They killed his friend. When he saw the body the only thought in his head was revenge. Sweet revenge.
The styrofoam is the new and only material that can generate heat out of wind and it doesn’t need to be a great wind just with a mild breeze you can reach a 30degree temp
Styrofoam makes me think of my families annual beach trip to the eastern shore. I find something comforting about lying on my beach blanket in the warm sun, surrounded by family, listening to the waves…and all while sipping coca cola (and a little sand, no doubt) out of those little white cups.
Styrofoam makes funny noises in the car. Dad always hated it when the styrofoam cooler squeaked the whole way to Nebraska. He’d pull over just to rearrange the luggage and de-squeak the car. Personally, I couldn’t handle it either.
once my brothers and i had a styrofoam battle…epic, obviously…
Packing me in like a closely tight claustrophobic place. It’s stinky and sticky and plasticy and non-reusable. It makes me feel SICK.
but it also means a package and that means joy and waiting at the door and maybe my dog, Shakespeare, barking. It has that exciting fresh smell of surprises.
What is there to say about something as insignificant as styrofoam? I am all for respecting the environment and those who are passionate about taking those large steps to improve it. the only problem with the way my mind works is that I see things as they are and would like to be the person who changes the world is little ways like saying hello to someone on the street as opposed to an intense activist who changes the world by going on compaigns againstst \\the things and people harming the world.
padding, it’s something that keeps things safe. it keeps things safe from breaking. i wish we had styrofoam around our hearts to help keep them from breaking.
The package sat there in the middle of the room. Sam stood there, staring at the styrofoam packaging. He knew what it was, he had been trained since he was born to know what this package was. Everything he has been taught however, meant nothing now. The package was just staring him down.
The cup was sitting down on the coffee table in front of me. Steaming hot, little waves rolling off of it. It was there that I met her, and the first thing I can remember about it is that damn styrofoam cup, the one that I spilled all over her new white shirt, the one that caused me to say that first word “Sorry!”
white and loud. comes with happiness because of what it contains underneath. used as a filler and can hold things tight. helps to support things that we look forward to. continuously there although can cause a mess. still important.
This stuff they used called styrofoam? Yeah, it sticks to me. Quite annoying. But it is fun when it’s in those little popcorn pieces and there’s a bunch of it and you play in it like a pile of leaves…
The steam rose from her styrofoam cup. It was the closet thing to comfort she’d had in days. Life on the run was never easy, she knew that now. But it was even worse when you couldn’t use your credit cards because they were being watched by the government. Mali was now a wanted fugitive, and for what reason she had no clue.
waste, dangerous, 70’s, practical, useful….
riding in a dream boat
drouzy
sleeping
cut off at the head by my alarm
This morning is like Styrofoam
quiet
until you crush it.
then there’s too much racket
to get back to sleep
wasteful, useful, light…how do they make it?
I don’t even know what that means -.-
See, now some people might call me ignorant, but you have to see other sides of the story: English isn’t my first language, but I’m still trying. I come here everyday.
Styrofoam cups – they make coffee taste of plastic, and the end up in landfill sites where they will live on for centuries, evidence of our apparent need for convenience over both taste and appreciation of our beautiful planet.
Styrofoam is bad for the environment. Sometimes I can’t help but use it, based solely on the fact that it is in fact sturdier than paper but doesn’t need to be washed like the regular dishes. This does sometimes cause me anxiety, but I continue to do it anyway. Like a typical human being, I only care about now, and not the future of my progeny on this planet. What will be left? Who knows. This white foamy plate will still be here in a million years. I won’t live to see its end.
She looked at me with ended eyes, like orbs of blank marble, styrofoam globes, one way windows with nothing coming back. Her pupils were in the back of her head and she was drooling. “Oh, yeaaaashhh…” she moaned “give it to me harder.”
Everything in the world is fake. Well, technically fake. All made of styrofoam. When one finds this out, they panic; they see the light. And at that moment, everything changes. Everything becomes styrofoam in itself.
The white puffs crunched under her feet as she entered the warehouse. A large shipping box had been knocked on its side and it was spilling styrofoam peanuts all over the rough concrete floor. I single overhead light swung loosely from its chain, casting eerie shadows over the warehouse.
is harmful for the environment. so much more could be done to change how we impact the world. humans need to understand how badly we leave a footprint on earth. the movie avatar isnt too far off.
Styrofoam is weird stuff. It’s scratchy, crunchy, ugly, smelly and lasts forever!
Thade’s face lit up like a bomb, his smile threatening to split his face with sheer joy. After a long running start, the grown boy leapt, cannon ball style, into the giant pit of styrofoam peanuts. Best. Day. Ever.
i just hate it when a package is opened and the styrofoam breaks and those tiny pellets get all over everything.
whit ugly get everywhere i dont care i want pizza and not styrofoam. i hate styrofoam. how bout u i like ice cream.
Allound me , I am blinded by the harsh white glare of styrofoam. Boxes and boxes line their way up to the heavens; from a far, they look like cottony white clouds, dotting the sky, blocking the miniscule little humans from the swelering blaze of the sun above.
I watched every morning as she gently pulled apart a new styrofoam cup. She carefully put each little piece into whatever was left of the diminishing cup until it was full of what it once was. She then watched it like a hawk until the hour was over and she carefully carried it to the trash, watching all the little pieces cascade down. I always wondered why someone would create something so vulnerable.
I am no idea what styrofoam mean … looks like some froth which is generated after shaving one’s ass off :P Well what in hell can one write about if he/she doesn’t even know the meaning
She had been waiting for this since she got the call from her uncle. She could hardly wait to open the cardboard box. Her fingers itched and she reached out, grabbing the thing off of the ground outside her new front door. She whipped around and set it on the sidetable beside the door as it drifted shut behind her. With ravenous curiosity she ripped apart the tape and unearthed her treasure…a finely-carved square pine box with a brass hinge.
My throat felt like it had been stuffed with styrofoam after I put my finger down it, trying to gag myself. It hardly worked – I mean, I *did* gag, but I vomited only a little, it was running down my chin into the porcelain bowl, like polluted water running from a tap. My throat was tense and sore and tears were making crooked lines down my cheeks and parted lips, mixing with the bile. I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet; rubbing my throat, I walked out of the bathroom and smiled at my family, joining them watching a movie.
It finally arrived! Benny was so excited he almost couldn’t contain himself. He rushed to the kitchen, pulled out a knife, and opened the long-awaited box only to find those nasty styrofoam pieces instead of his model airplane.
Picture mania
Maniac
Explosive grating
a nonsense
Superflous matter
A way to make
The world
Even more used up
Stuffier
exasperated
I don’t know much about styrofoam but it seems like some technically irelevant thing. Since the beginning of time man has always loved to use the styrofoam.
White noise
Grand contagion
Breaking ground
Like flint
The preclude
To a reveal
of some fragment
a last vestige
of who we are
and not
styrofoam cups to drink from underage drinking usually id use red cups but styrofoam works too. kids in backyards with styrofoam cups. and then the next morning you can use them to drink coffee to help with that hang over. i think we’re too young to thinking about hang overs. oh well.
she stood beside the fence, clutching onto her cup of hot chocolate, watching the events pass by. the starting gun, heavy breathin, pained faces, the clicking of a stop watch. she bit off little bits of the styrofoam and swayed side to side to keep warm.