The table is empty and has nothing on it. Slowly I put on the thick pile of papers, making the table loose its not very steady stand. Looking at the pile I remember how much I still have to do.P
Patrick
The atmosphere at the table is tense. She glances up at her brother and father, daring not say a word. She half-wishes one of them would burst, would just start screaming, so that this uncomfortable silence can finally end.
On the table there was a salt shaker. The salt shaker began to shake shake shake. Then there was salt all over the table. But what about the pepper! He was a little jealous. So he shake shake shaked too.
Emma Tilden
Tables are normally made of wood. some are made of granite. One day this kid was eating veggies on his table and the table broke. this little kid was very sad. he loved his veggies.
Hudson P
I cannot see the top of my table. It is filled with crap. As soon as I throw the crap out, someone is looking for it. Look for it now, not then! I used to like my table.
J. Wallace
There, on the table lay the gun. Blood smeared on the trigger. I looked up as I advanced slowly into the room. ~What happened?~ I knew it had to be a misunderstanding. Even though he had motive and… The murder weapon. I was sure the blood on the trigger was the victim’s.. But I didn’t want to believe it. I turned into his bedroom and there he was, my father, blood splattered, sobbing into his hands. He looked up at me as I walked in, “I didn’t mean to… How could I?”
“I know, daddy. I know.” ~But you killed my sister.~
On the table, there was a pink lace doily.
It symbolized our love, you said.
“Watch it fall to the floor,”
And I did,
Tracing the intricate contours with my eyes.
she laid the paper on the kitchen table. the letter had just come. about the affair. she had spent her whole life believing this could happpen to her. and it had. this was the end. she stood next to the big oak table allowing it to ground her as she waited for him to come through that door.
Holly
I have a table and i like it a lot and i love to eat my thanksgiving turkey on it. White meat, dark meat, you just can’t choose. i fell off my moped and i got a bruise.
Hudson P
I have a table and it is brown. i Like Liver especially goose and I want to SUCK YOUR BLOOD ANita adonde vas adonde donde donde vas. Anita Adonde Vas ADONDE VAS Tu es calvo y feo HUdisan HAHAHAHA I Love coke hahaha fudge is brown and good OMG im so in love found him finally.
Brendan
the table is tall. it raises over my head and dwarfs these chicken legs of mine. the drinks on the table topple and spill down over my head and shrinking body.
Layne
I have a table and it is brown . I like liver epecialy goose and i want to suck your blood ANITA A DONDE VAS A donde donde vas!?
Hudson Paine
There was once a brown oak table. It was beautiful, once a wizard made it talk. Then the wizard made it walk, and the table ruled the world. It was 30 feet tall, and it crushed every living thing, even the Eiffel Tower.
bob
The bloody knife was on the table. He put the bags with bodyparts next to it. He was going to get the matches. He picked up the body parts and then got in the car. The park was in sight after a few minutes. The watches in hand he opened the door and threw the burning matches in.
John
My kitchen table isn’t new
It’s not fancy, and it’s not blue
It’s just a table, sitting there
in my kitchen, worn and bare
It has no chairs, just surface and feet
it’s the plainest table you’ll ever meet
but please don’t use the stuff you’ve found
to turn it into a dumping ground!
How can I do this? I question my mind, in sanity I question my insanity. The table, it’s not the table’s fault, it’s mine, my hand, instinct. To stop myself from crying out from the emotion inside, I give myself bearable physical pain. I’m surprised my little finger is not broken yet. But when she comes in the room to pick up that girl I called my best friend, I can’t help but feel frustrated because I want to tell her I’m in love with her.
a thing you can eat off and write on. it has four legs. you can get them in all sizes, they are usually either square, rectangular or circular.
anna
I can lay you down on a table. I can eat the dinner that you have prepared for us on our table. I can put the paper on the table and drink the morning coffee with it. I can knock over the salt shaker on the table and then throw a pinch over my shoulder.
Hannah
There are two tables within my home. One is our every day table, painted yellow, blue, red, and even some green. It reminds me of every great day I’ve had in my life. The other holds over six people, and it is meant for company on a fancy day; we only use it if we absolutely have to.
the table was set with antique knives and forks, crumpled linen and dying flowers; there waqs no room for me!
jeni
my tabelefell apart yester day becuse I sate on it.
james
“Are you okay?” She sat at the lunch table, ignoring her friends’ chatter. Her water bottle sat in front of her, her chin resting on it. Her food sat barely touched as she stared into space. The bags under eyes worried her friends.
“Are you okay?” If only she had an answer to that question…
“No good. I can’t reach the table,” he grumbled, sitting back down with his back against the chair leg. “I told you not to drink or eat anything in Faerie!” she scolded him. “It said ‘Drink Me’! What the hell did you think I was going to do?”
it can be round or square, you have dining tables, coffee tables or dressoirs, you can put stuff on it or sit at it, my tables at home are stuffed with papers, flowers, accessoires, coffemugs
esther
Sweep the stairs off the table if you following me like forever. Can’t jive? Get lost, man, ahah. I will welcome you if you don’t but come on. We got to be let’s together.
I have a round table at home. There are many types of tables. I always like to do my homework on my table that i have in my room. I always keep my table clean and shiny.
carmen
whether it be wood
or sometimes even plastic
tables kinda rock
Kat
It was specially made but never looked it – gray marbled formica and steel legs sprawled through the dining room stretching to hold twelve of us and all our problems, dreams, and anguish that spilled into the mashed potatoes and drowned the white bread till it sopped with life.
Nancy O'Neill
has four legs and a top, used for eating, used for placing items, used to play cards. comes in different textures, plastic, glass, wood. comes in different shapes, round, octagonal, squared, rectangle.
Nubia
Table table table. Last summer at work my cousin and I had to make some table tops for the already existing tables. We did this because the tables that we had were small.
i sat at the table waiting for mother to say something. she set her cup on the table and started to speak, she said she wnated a new table but father would not let her have it . She said she was going to divorce him if he didn’t get her the new table. I wanted to overturn the table and scream at her, “it’s just a damned table!”
Suzan
What’s there to say? Besides that my tables are all a complete mess. At first, they are empty, but I just leave stuff on them, and I never quite get around to putting stuff away. Also they are used to store data, like a math table.
It’s the support for everything we use and do throughout the day. My table often says everything about how my day goes, because everything I use and encounter ends up there in a heap by the end of the night. It is amazing.
Rebecca
From under the table, all I see are feet. Shoes. Different shades and scuffings. As Forest Gump said, you can tell a lot about someone just by the shoes they wear. What do your shoes look like?
Christi
I threw my work down on the table in anguish. This is it. The end of my career. One little thing going wrong and soon everything (my life, my family, my dog) will be all flushed down the toilet! Grade five is terribly hard. I don’t think I’ll make it to grade six.
She leaned against it, setting her chin on her wrist and her elbow on the tabletop, staring at the black and white board with great thought. She was in a very difficult position here, but if she thought hard enough she might be able to find a way out. The only problem was, the timer was slowly ticking away her precious remaining seconds…
table are very useful, i prefer to do my homework at the library on the tables on the second floor i get a lot done there although sometimes the noise level of the students is too high
Leah Smith
At the table sat a large book. Closed. Tome-ish: covered in brass, tooled and gilded leather, buckled.
The table is empty and has nothing on it. Slowly I put on the thick pile of papers, making the table loose its not very steady stand. Looking at the pile I remember how much I still have to do.P
The atmosphere at the table is tense. She glances up at her brother and father, daring not say a word. She half-wishes one of them would burst, would just start screaming, so that this uncomfortable silence can finally end.
On the table there was a salt shaker. The salt shaker began to shake shake shake. Then there was salt all over the table. But what about the pepper! He was a little jealous. So he shake shake shaked too.
Tables are normally made of wood. some are made of granite. One day this kid was eating veggies on his table and the table broke. this little kid was very sad. he loved his veggies.
I cannot see the top of my table. It is filled with crap. As soon as I throw the crap out, someone is looking for it. Look for it now, not then! I used to like my table.
There, on the table lay the gun. Blood smeared on the trigger. I looked up as I advanced slowly into the room. ~What happened?~ I knew it had to be a misunderstanding. Even though he had motive and… The murder weapon. I was sure the blood on the trigger was the victim’s.. But I didn’t want to believe it. I turned into his bedroom and there he was, my father, blood splattered, sobbing into his hands. He looked up at me as I walked in, “I didn’t mean to… How could I?”
“I know, daddy. I know.” ~But you killed my sister.~
On the table, there was a pink lace doily.
It symbolized our love, you said.
“Watch it fall to the floor,”
And I did,
Tracing the intricate contours with my eyes.
she laid the paper on the kitchen table. the letter had just come. about the affair. she had spent her whole life believing this could happpen to her. and it had. this was the end. she stood next to the big oak table allowing it to ground her as she waited for him to come through that door.
I have a table and i like it a lot and i love to eat my thanksgiving turkey on it. White meat, dark meat, you just can’t choose. i fell off my moped and i got a bruise.
I have a table and it is brown. i Like Liver especially goose and I want to SUCK YOUR BLOOD ANita adonde vas adonde donde donde vas. Anita Adonde Vas ADONDE VAS Tu es calvo y feo HUdisan HAHAHAHA I Love coke hahaha fudge is brown and good OMG im so in love found him finally.
the table is tall. it raises over my head and dwarfs these chicken legs of mine. the drinks on the table topple and spill down over my head and shrinking body.
I have a table and it is brown . I like liver epecialy goose and i want to suck your blood ANITA A DONDE VAS A donde donde vas!?
There was once a brown oak table. It was beautiful, once a wizard made it talk. Then the wizard made it walk, and the table ruled the world. It was 30 feet tall, and it crushed every living thing, even the Eiffel Tower.
The bloody knife was on the table. He put the bags with bodyparts next to it. He was going to get the matches. He picked up the body parts and then got in the car. The park was in sight after a few minutes. The watches in hand he opened the door and threw the burning matches in.
My kitchen table isn’t new
It’s not fancy, and it’s not blue
It’s just a table, sitting there
in my kitchen, worn and bare
It has no chairs, just surface and feet
it’s the plainest table you’ll ever meet
but please don’t use the stuff you’ve found
to turn it into a dumping ground!
How can I do this? I question my mind, in sanity I question my insanity. The table, it’s not the table’s fault, it’s mine, my hand, instinct. To stop myself from crying out from the emotion inside, I give myself bearable physical pain. I’m surprised my little finger is not broken yet. But when she comes in the room to pick up that girl I called my best friend, I can’t help but feel frustrated because I want to tell her I’m in love with her.
a thing you can eat off and write on. it has four legs. you can get them in all sizes, they are usually either square, rectangular or circular.
I can lay you down on a table. I can eat the dinner that you have prepared for us on our table. I can put the paper on the table and drink the morning coffee with it. I can knock over the salt shaker on the table and then throw a pinch over my shoulder.
There are two tables within my home. One is our every day table, painted yellow, blue, red, and even some green. It reminds me of every great day I’ve had in my life. The other holds over six people, and it is meant for company on a fancy day; we only use it if we absolutely have to.
the table was set with antique knives and forks, crumpled linen and dying flowers; there waqs no room for me!
my tabelefell apart yester day becuse I sate on it.
“Are you okay?” She sat at the lunch table, ignoring her friends’ chatter. Her water bottle sat in front of her, her chin resting on it. Her food sat barely touched as she stared into space. The bags under eyes worried her friends.
“Are you okay?” If only she had an answer to that question…
Roses spread across the table, tears leaking from my eyes, I’ve never let myself be so susceptible to this kind of emotion before.
i sat on the tabie.
“No good. I can’t reach the table,” he grumbled, sitting back down with his back against the chair leg. “I told you not to drink or eat anything in Faerie!” she scolded him. “It said ‘Drink Me’! What the hell did you think I was going to do?”
it can be round or square, you have dining tables, coffee tables or dressoirs, you can put stuff on it or sit at it, my tables at home are stuffed with papers, flowers, accessoires, coffemugs
Sweep the stairs off the table if you following me like forever. Can’t jive? Get lost, man, ahah. I will welcome you if you don’t but come on. We got to be let’s together.
I have a round table at home. There are many types of tables. I always like to do my homework on my table that i have in my room. I always keep my table clean and shiny.
whether it be wood
or sometimes even plastic
tables kinda rock
It was specially made but never looked it – gray marbled formica and steel legs sprawled through the dining room stretching to hold twelve of us and all our problems, dreams, and anguish that spilled into the mashed potatoes and drowned the white bread till it sopped with life.
has four legs and a top, used for eating, used for placing items, used to play cards. comes in different textures, plastic, glass, wood. comes in different shapes, round, octagonal, squared, rectangle.
Table table table. Last summer at work my cousin and I had to make some table tops for the already existing tables. We did this because the tables that we had were small.
i sat at the table waiting for mother to say something. she set her cup on the table and started to speak, she said she wnated a new table but father would not let her have it . She said she was going to divorce him if he didn’t get her the new table. I wanted to overturn the table and scream at her, “it’s just a damned table!”
What’s there to say? Besides that my tables are all a complete mess. At first, they are empty, but I just leave stuff on them, and I never quite get around to putting stuff away. Also they are used to store data, like a math table.
It’s the support for everything we use and do throughout the day. My table often says everything about how my day goes, because everything I use and encounter ends up there in a heap by the end of the night. It is amazing.
From under the table, all I see are feet. Shoes. Different shades and scuffings. As Forest Gump said, you can tell a lot about someone just by the shoes they wear. What do your shoes look like?
I threw my work down on the table in anguish. This is it. The end of my career. One little thing going wrong and soon everything (my life, my family, my dog) will be all flushed down the toilet! Grade five is terribly hard. I don’t think I’ll make it to grade six.
She leaned against it, setting her chin on her wrist and her elbow on the tabletop, staring at the black and white board with great thought. She was in a very difficult position here, but if she thought hard enough she might be able to find a way out. The only problem was, the timer was slowly ticking away her precious remaining seconds…
table are very useful, i prefer to do my homework at the library on the tables on the second floor i get a lot done there although sometimes the noise level of the students is too high
At the table sat a large book. Closed. Tome-ish: covered in brass, tooled and gilded leather, buckled.
It smelled like a campfire.