i love tables. there are tall ones and short ones and new ones and old ones. i love that people keep tables in their families for years. we have tables from my great-grandmother that my mother cherishes deeply.
molly
Tables are very useful. They are always there when you need an extra “hand”. I am glad that someone invented such a practical thing. It makes my life so easy.
Megan
The clattering of dishware bounced off the walls and made the tables sound busier than they really were. Not that they weren’t busy. Rachel was barely given time to think as she went from table to table in just her small section of the restaurant. Her feet cried for the end, but her brain pushed her on for the measly paycheck that awaited her.
tables are interesting because we use them for so much. to work at, to work on, to hold our possessions, to hold the meals that will shape our relationships. to play beer pong, to to sit at when you’re lonely.
hannah bushon
The tables surrounded me. I tried to find a place to hide, sinking into the floor. But to no avail. The tables crept in menacingly. Finally, one of them drew his sword and stabbed me right between the eyes. I lay on the floor, dead but alive, bleeding but hollow.
tables are a blank canvas, free for scrawls and doodles. you were reprimanded for writing on them in school, and in public places, but at home… at home your table is wonderful.
every passing though, every brief flicker of insight, goes onto that tabletop.
and it is magic
Katie
The tables did not turn, rather they flipped and fell across the room, dashing both themselves and the cliche into a swirling multitude of useless fragments. The boy that had caused their shattering looked upon his handiwork with a terrible innocence.
Tables are useful. I’m pretty glad we have them. I remember once I was with my friend Joshua in preschool and we were sitting around my coffee table with watercolors. We smeared blue paint across the oak wood that was already marred with knicks and scratches. The blue line is still there, even years later.
never enough space to put my things
cigarette burns and beer glass rings
scars on its face.
David John
tables are sturdy
ever balanced and never toppling
if only we were as self sure as they were
never shaken
only purposeful
with a clear presence
‘I AM HERE! RIGID! UPRIGHT! STRONG LIKE A TABLE’
how great we would be
Millie Lane
tables are cool because you can eat at them you can eat food at tables also table top games are for loser i like real board games i’m not thinking just writingi about tables I don’t beleive in wuiga boards and tables are for goodness sake the best things in the world to study at tables. What am I writing about? I am writing about tables, table top dancers, salt and pepper, tables in front of your mom’s face.
Neuro Gram
tables taste of crusty hanus
Christi
squares containing numerals
or dining room monsters covered in
thanksgiving gluttony?
Mine are always a mess.
ggdfgdf
Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will drink no more.
Les Mis
You know what I really like about tables? They can be all different shapes and sizes and colors and materials just like people.
And in the morning if you get up early enough and walk into the kitchen the light shines in the window at just the right angle and hits the surface of the table before dissipating into the room. I love that.
Isabelle
tables are usually wooden and they can hold things like plates of food. they hold elbows, heads, papers, pencils. you can put anything you want on them becuase they are just there….a flat surface….who wouldnt put anything on it? they are cool.
mackensie
There were tables everywhere. They didn’t make sense and they were hard to get past. What is there to get past to though? It’s just nothing. You’re moving too fast for nothing at all. Slow it down. Make it last.
Ashley Pigg
chairs school with foam around the edges so you dont hurt yourself royal disease russia wood hard strong jiller, rowan of rin, things on ables- lighters, plastic bottles rubbish wooden slats that are weathered at the sailing cub in darwin with multicoloured energy wasteful lights all around and abalone sheells and the smell orf the sea and my bea\s friend when I was 8
Rosily
tables. everywhere. we have the. everywhere. several in my room. kitchen. basement. so helpful. table in french. i cant remember the latin or the spanish. seems almost silly to write about tables, rather than something more meaningful. at least, to me anyways. so what am i doing, when im so tired like this, simply writing about tables.
sarah
tables and chairs
bears and flares
so simple a concept
so complex a thought
tables and chairs
the hair the hair
it isn’t fair
scream the bears
so simple
Daniel
tables have four legs. they are long, short, big, and smell. Little kids always hit their heads on the corner of a table. Coffee tables are short. Bar tables are high. Tables need chairs.
Bryanna
Tables are essential to our life, but they go by unnoticed. I guess we don’t really notice the presence of tables, unless there is an absence of them. I wonder what people did before someone invented tables. They probably ate on their laps or something. I could do that too but it’d be really messy.
arielle
tables are wooden most of the time.
tables are in most rooms
they are common in schools
school is shit
i don’t like it
i prefer tables to desks though
desks are messy
tables are usually fairly clean
i’m almost out of time
tables are
this table i’m sitting at is rickety. it’s held together by duct tape and atop it sits a bunch of stuff that i never use. i miss familiar tables of home: the wooden one everyone used to sit around for dinner at when grandpa was still alive… the very one we all sat around for dinners and birthdays and holidays. familiar chairs, familiar faces, no more loneliness.
Anna Gutermuth
the tables had been turned. we sat across from each other, drinking our coffees. his was black, as always, and mine had a milk and two sugars. i couldn’t stand the raw bitterness of black coffee.
Sarah V.
Tables were only where we sat in the most awkward of situations
death and holidays
punishments and lectures
group dinners
grandma’s visits
silverwire
tables are square or round or oblong or different shapes, but they are all flat, otherwise they wouldn’t be a table. The function of a table is to provide a surface to put things on, but often the important stuff is under the table, which can be a metaphor for life.
A
you can dance on them. you eat on them and commune around them. they are the center of a home, of learning, of laughter and love. there is no right or wrong way to make on or be around one. they store information. they hold memories. they are engraved with our handprints and love. they have the ability to bring people together and grow people in community.
nicole fischer
tables are very stupid..like the one im stting at right now watching and hearing my sister and dad argue about something so stupid like life. Wow , they are sooooo funny right now. Hahahahaha so i have 60 seconds to write a essay about tables…i think time is almost up..tables tables tabels
Natalia
He did his multiplication tables as he sat under the light held by a wire from the ceiling. They’d shock him every once in a while as they asked him questions, demanded answers. Shocked him over and over with higher volts. 6×6, 7×7, it’s what kept him from answering their questions no matter how much they tortured him.
The tables were horrible. Red and purple and grey. It made no sense in her mind. None at all. What was her father thinking putting these in the Diner? It was crazy.
Jen
She walked into a room with several tables. Each table had a different set of items. Items scattered all over, tipped over, piled on top of each other. The tables were scattered among the room, filling the room completely.
Times tables are one of my favourite things (except for the ones you don’t know, like the 13x those ones really annoy me).
But I especially like the 3s and 7s, probably because together they make 21 which is my birthday. The 7s generally are very nice looking, lots of lovely shapes, 7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, 84.
El
Tables interesting things, they are stout, they are srdynd you usually write on them… i f you ever see a table you will most likelsee someone sitting at one… If you dont see someone sitting at the able, you are probably being invited to just sit and rest a while.
Some tables are spindly scared looking things and they are usually decoration. Dont sit those… It just doesnt bode wel
Susan
the tables were sitting. one on top of the other. sam didn’t know what to do. she knew she must get to the top of that golden table. she cringed at the thought of the heights. the pain and fear overwhelmed her. but she must accomplish what she was set out to do.
kelsey Foy
I looked around the cavernous room and saw nothing but brightly colored tables, draped in plastic table cloths and labeled with paper name tags around each table setting.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she had said. She had really turned the tables on him. She had questioned everything he thought he knew and understood. He was forever unsure after that. She knew it, too, and worked on him like an itchy spot on her own skin.
tables of tables of tables are in tables…
uhh…
well, i dunno, there’s a table in the dining room.
this thing told me not to think, okay?!
uhh
i might as well be a table, you know?
what if i was a table?
just sitting there with four legs and static with nothing to do all day, man?
what if i’m already a table?
Angel
Tables were everywhere. i looked around and there had to have been at least 50 in the cavernous room, lightly colored streamers falling from the wall and the smell of delicious food wafting from the doorway on the other side of the room.
Jen
There are a lot of different kinds of tables. Coffee tables, dinner tables, end tables, times tables, periodic tables… the list goes on. I just finished watching and episode of the Big Bang Theory, so ‘periodic table’ was the first thing that popped in my head.
i love tables. there are tall ones and short ones and new ones and old ones. i love that people keep tables in their families for years. we have tables from my great-grandmother that my mother cherishes deeply.
Tables are very useful. They are always there when you need an extra “hand”. I am glad that someone invented such a practical thing. It makes my life so easy.
The clattering of dishware bounced off the walls and made the tables sound busier than they really were. Not that they weren’t busy. Rachel was barely given time to think as she went from table to table in just her small section of the restaurant. Her feet cried for the end, but her brain pushed her on for the measly paycheck that awaited her.
tables are interesting because we use them for so much. to work at, to work on, to hold our possessions, to hold the meals that will shape our relationships. to play beer pong, to to sit at when you’re lonely.
The tables surrounded me. I tried to find a place to hide, sinking into the floor. But to no avail. The tables crept in menacingly. Finally, one of them drew his sword and stabbed me right between the eyes. I lay on the floor, dead but alive, bleeding but hollow.
tables are a blank canvas, free for scrawls and doodles. you were reprimanded for writing on them in school, and in public places, but at home… at home your table is wonderful.
every passing though, every brief flicker of insight, goes onto that tabletop.
and it is magic
The tables did not turn, rather they flipped and fell across the room, dashing both themselves and the cliche into a swirling multitude of useless fragments. The boy that had caused their shattering looked upon his handiwork with a terrible innocence.
Tables are useful. I’m pretty glad we have them. I remember once I was with my friend Joshua in preschool and we were sitting around my coffee table with watercolors. We smeared blue paint across the oak wood that was already marred with knicks and scratches. The blue line is still there, even years later.
never enough space to put my things
cigarette burns and beer glass rings
scars on its face.
tables are sturdy
ever balanced and never toppling
if only we were as self sure as they were
never shaken
only purposeful
with a clear presence
‘I AM HERE! RIGID! UPRIGHT! STRONG LIKE A TABLE’
how great we would be
tables are cool because you can eat at them you can eat food at tables also table top games are for loser i like real board games i’m not thinking just writingi about tables I don’t beleive in wuiga boards and tables are for goodness sake the best things in the world to study at tables. What am I writing about? I am writing about tables, table top dancers, salt and pepper, tables in front of your mom’s face.
tables taste of crusty hanus
squares containing numerals
or dining room monsters covered in
thanksgiving gluttony?
Mine are always a mess.
Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will drink no more.
Les Mis
You know what I really like about tables? They can be all different shapes and sizes and colors and materials just like people.
And in the morning if you get up early enough and walk into the kitchen the light shines in the window at just the right angle and hits the surface of the table before dissipating into the room. I love that.
tables are usually wooden and they can hold things like plates of food. they hold elbows, heads, papers, pencils. you can put anything you want on them becuase they are just there….a flat surface….who wouldnt put anything on it? they are cool.
There were tables everywhere. They didn’t make sense and they were hard to get past. What is there to get past to though? It’s just nothing. You’re moving too fast for nothing at all. Slow it down. Make it last.
chairs school with foam around the edges so you dont hurt yourself royal disease russia wood hard strong jiller, rowan of rin, things on ables- lighters, plastic bottles rubbish wooden slats that are weathered at the sailing cub in darwin with multicoloured energy wasteful lights all around and abalone sheells and the smell orf the sea and my bea\s friend when I was 8
tables. everywhere. we have the. everywhere. several in my room. kitchen. basement. so helpful. table in french. i cant remember the latin or the spanish. seems almost silly to write about tables, rather than something more meaningful. at least, to me anyways. so what am i doing, when im so tired like this, simply writing about tables.
tables and chairs
bears and flares
so simple a concept
so complex a thought
tables and chairs
the hair the hair
it isn’t fair
scream the bears
so simple
tables have four legs. they are long, short, big, and smell. Little kids always hit their heads on the corner of a table. Coffee tables are short. Bar tables are high. Tables need chairs.
Tables are essential to our life, but they go by unnoticed. I guess we don’t really notice the presence of tables, unless there is an absence of them. I wonder what people did before someone invented tables. They probably ate on their laps or something. I could do that too but it’d be really messy.
tables are wooden most of the time.
tables are in most rooms
they are common in schools
school is shit
i don’t like it
i prefer tables to desks though
desks are messy
tables are usually fairly clean
i’m almost out of time
tables are
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this table i’m sitting at is rickety. it’s held together by duct tape and atop it sits a bunch of stuff that i never use. i miss familiar tables of home: the wooden one everyone used to sit around for dinner at when grandpa was still alive… the very one we all sat around for dinners and birthdays and holidays. familiar chairs, familiar faces, no more loneliness.
the tables had been turned. we sat across from each other, drinking our coffees. his was black, as always, and mine had a milk and two sugars. i couldn’t stand the raw bitterness of black coffee.
Tables were only where we sat in the most awkward of situations
death and holidays
punishments and lectures
group dinners
grandma’s visits
tables are square or round or oblong or different shapes, but they are all flat, otherwise they wouldn’t be a table. The function of a table is to provide a surface to put things on, but often the important stuff is under the table, which can be a metaphor for life.
you can dance on them. you eat on them and commune around them. they are the center of a home, of learning, of laughter and love. there is no right or wrong way to make on or be around one. they store information. they hold memories. they are engraved with our handprints and love. they have the ability to bring people together and grow people in community.
tables are very stupid..like the one im stting at right now watching and hearing my sister and dad argue about something so stupid like life. Wow , they are sooooo funny right now. Hahahahaha so i have 60 seconds to write a essay about tables…i think time is almost up..tables tables tabels
He did his multiplication tables as he sat under the light held by a wire from the ceiling. They’d shock him every once in a while as they asked him questions, demanded answers. Shocked him over and over with higher volts. 6×6, 7×7, it’s what kept him from answering their questions no matter how much they tortured him.
The tables were horrible. Red and purple and grey. It made no sense in her mind. None at all. What was her father thinking putting these in the Diner? It was crazy.
She walked into a room with several tables. Each table had a different set of items. Items scattered all over, tipped over, piled on top of each other. The tables were scattered among the room, filling the room completely.
Times tables are one of my favourite things (except for the ones you don’t know, like the 13x those ones really annoy me).
But I especially like the 3s and 7s, probably because together they make 21 which is my birthday. The 7s generally are very nice looking, lots of lovely shapes, 7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, 84.
Tables interesting things, they are stout, they are srdynd you usually write on them… i f you ever see a table you will most likelsee someone sitting at one… If you dont see someone sitting at the able, you are probably being invited to just sit and rest a while.
Some tables are spindly scared looking things and they are usually decoration. Dont sit those… It just doesnt bode wel
the tables were sitting. one on top of the other. sam didn’t know what to do. she knew she must get to the top of that golden table. she cringed at the thought of the heights. the pain and fear overwhelmed her. but she must accomplish what she was set out to do.
I looked around the cavernous room and saw nothing but brightly colored tables, draped in plastic table cloths and labeled with paper name tags around each table setting.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she had said. She had really turned the tables on him. She had questioned everything he thought he knew and understood. He was forever unsure after that. She knew it, too, and worked on him like an itchy spot on her own skin.
tables of tables of tables are in tables…
uhh…
well, i dunno, there’s a table in the dining room.
this thing told me not to think, okay?!
uhh
i might as well be a table, you know?
what if i was a table?
just sitting there with four legs and static with nothing to do all day, man?
what if i’m already a table?
Tables were everywhere. i looked around and there had to have been at least 50 in the cavernous room, lightly colored streamers falling from the wall and the smell of delicious food wafting from the doorway on the other side of the room.
There are a lot of different kinds of tables. Coffee tables, dinner tables, end tables, times tables, periodic tables… the list goes on. I just finished watching and episode of the Big Bang Theory, so ‘periodic table’ was the first thing that popped in my head.