speeding ticket. amusement parks. fairs. prom. the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. click it or ticket. small, rectangular. concerts. opportunity. a pass to something splendid no doubt
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I wish i had one ticket. I ticket to a place that no one could get to by train, or bus, or airplane… i wish i had a ticket into a heart. The heart of the man, and the best friend that i love. I wish i had the simple pass to win him over.
Cayla
i want my ticket out of here. small town blues, where the sidewalk rolls up at five and everyone notices your broken down car, your belated birthday wishes. i just want to go somewhere where there is more opportunity. the broken down trains outside of town aren’t going anywhere, there is no ticket. i guess i’m stuck working this dead end job until the station is up and running again.
concert ticket
parking ticket
speeding ticket
money
police
trouble
front row
bleachers
expensive
cheap
music
cars
good’
bad
krista
I’d like a ticket out of here please. Anywhere will do—just so long as it’s far enough away for me to lose myself. I’d travel by boat, or train…and even eat green eggs and ham while I’m there.
Andie
“That’s the ticket.” And lo, it was. The golden ticket, so to speak. The ticket, the entrance to the rest of life. Tick. Tick. Tick. Went the clock, and the moment drew nearer. Tick. Tick. “Can I see your ticket?” Can you help but grin as you set off?
Katie
“Are you kidding? Here, you write your own ticket. That’s what you want , that’s what you get, you earned it.” After five years she still had no idea what she was worth, what she was due, still gave it all away. Time to take charge, time to grow a pair, time to take the proverbial bull by the proverbials. Never too late, it’s still waiting, no worries.
A ticket to the loony bins. That’s what she was in for if she said yes to him. How many times could he break her heart? As many times as she was willing to give it to him. But this one time, with tears in her eyes, and no sense of triumph in her heart, she said, “No.”
ChaCubed
Tickets to carnivals are so good and so nice to have. They represent a carefree, fun day. Driving tickets are evil and terrible. They represent a terrible stress factor that hangs over your head until you go to court or pay it off. Like the one I have right now. I want a carnival ticket instead.
They ruin your insurance rates, you know. It’s not like I killed a kid, or even molested one. But they mark you as some kind of wrecklessness on the road, to be avoided at all costs. Unless it’s to gouge you.
stefan
I have a ticket to ride. But I’m not sure where I’m going. Maybe to the zoo. Maybe to the park. Maybe on a train. Maybe on a boat.
Where do you want to ride baby? I wonder where we should go. Take my ticket and make a choice – show me a surprise. I am curious about your choice.
I had a one way ticket out of this place.
I had a one way ticket to a new place.
I had a one way ticket that would let me never see your face.
That one way ticket isn’t worth the pace.
The place where that ticket wanted to take me wasn’t worth missing your face.
well im pretty sure i feel like i have to buy one when i think of this word. nothing is usually free. when i think ticket i think concerts or rollercoasters. i do not know why, nor do i care to explain, because its really not that interesting if i were to explain why i think that whe
poop
To ride the a train out to queens, she was to meet her grandmother for dinner and a stayover. it had been a fewmonths since they had gottent together to do this. Grandmom was f
A TICKET TO THE BIG TIME! Don’t we all wish we could get that one shot, that one moment that could take us to every place we have ever dreamed of. I want a career that doesn’t happen for many people.. but I believe I will get there.
I took a train that day. Got my ticket. My key to the world, to the future of my life. With that ticket I had no limits. Nothing to hold me back from taking that train far, far away from there.
Maddy
its a ticket.
for what?
anything
so i can leave?
whatever you want.
WIth that i walked away.
all my life i had wanted to leave.
almost unbelievable
my mother always said.
when you get an option you have to grab onto it
and never let go
because they are one in a million.
and unless you want to be stuck like everyone else
you have to grab the option
and never let go
never looking back
korrina
Going to Memphis! Going to Memphis! Need mah tickets, need mah guitar, need my hoodie, cause we’re going far…Far into the south, where comforts are long gone, but I’ve got my tickets, I’ll be singing soon, oh, sweet Lord, I’ll be singing soon!
As the cop handed him the ticket, he thought to himself, “Now I guess my insurance rates will go through the roof.” If he got one more ticket, he would stand the chance of losing his license.
I’ve got a golden ticket. I’ve got a golden twinkle in my eye. Now that I’ve got a golden ticket its a golden day!!!!
KaiyaP5
I bought a one way bus ticket, I had to get away to place where no body knew my name. Somewhere where when you walk off your back poarch people don’t wave, someplace that you can do your own thing, and others will do their own thing, so long as your not hurting anyone. Here everyone is in your buisness, even if its the smallest thing
You can buy tickets. You can sell tickets. They are all different shapes, sizes and colors. Tickets can allow you to have loads of fun.
Margarita Perez
I have the ticket to all this chaos and upheaval, and the ticket is to just back off, go with the flow, not get myself into such a big uproar. I can buy the ticket to peace and calm, or I can buy the ticket to anxiety and worry! Which ticket will cost me the most now, and in the long run? Which ticket will be the best value for my money?
Carol Bailey Floyd
The tickets ragged edges dug into my palm as i ran towards my front door to gloat in my older sisters face that I HAD TICKETS and she didnt!! I was going to the concert and there was nothing to stop my excitement!
Emily
…and so she stares at her ticket. A thousand and one miles between her and her fate.
a ticket is a little piece of paper that gets you to enter to places. sometimes you have ti pay for it.. i think tickets should always be yellow, i like those tickets! they use them in all places: parks like disneyland, or maybe for entering to lucky shows.
sofia
movie
concert
harry potter
golden ticket
willy wonka
police
fine
money
car park
Aleyda
Ticket, the word echoes through my head as I attempt a reason to explain why I was going 120 MPH in a school zone. I’m pregnant might work I think, but wait whats between my legs prevents me from conceiving a baby. Maybe if I put no a wig… Oh I know I’ll try Oh yeah I was just trying to get home to feed Nana. No, that won’t work either.
Danimal
I’m nervous as I stand in line. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and the booth ladies calling out over and over the numbers to their windows,
“Customer to number thirteen please!!”. I know where that window is, I already checked but in the panic of that impatient yell and the fear already burdening my mind I second guess myself and check again. In response to my hesitation I hear her yell again,
“Number THIRTEEN PLEASE!”. I hurry myself and walk over to her.
“I ha..have a reservation numbe..ber,” I manage to stutter.
“Excuuuse me?”, she parries, the impatience in her voice creeping up again.
“I..I’m sorry..I said that I have a reservation number,” This time I say it a little more loudly and slide the number and my ID towards her.
Tap, tap, tap, click, tap, tap. She slides my things and two new pieces of paper towards me. I can hardly contain myself as I hurriedly grab them and rush off.
I take a deep breath and read the ticket. “Philadelphia to Vermont” is printed across the right side.
Thank god, thank god, I’m going home.
Lili
I’ve got my pass to wait around. I’ve got permission to watch the fun.
I’ve got some paper that says I’m entitled.
But I’ve got nothing that feels like proof
that it means anything to you.
If you think about it, Peter at the pearly gates is just a glorified ticket-taker. Either you have your ticket, have paid your fees, or you don’t see the show.
The ticket booth was dark. The marquee, surrounded by lights, glowed brightly but the street was empty. The reflection on the wet pavement was less than cheerful. It was downright depressing.
The ticket to Heaven is Jesus! Just say yes to him and find peace, the ability to overcome anything, and most of all, unconditional love… think about it. He’s the only thing that makes sense.
Brittany
Did you get a ticket coming here? How fast were you going? How come people don’t slow down here in construction zones? Do people not get tickets here? How much is a ticket here? What if it was an emergency?
HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER OOOO
HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER YEAH
TROLOLOL
It was the ticket to get to where I needed to go. It was the only one left and I was determined to be the one to win it, steal it, beg for it. As the time approached, I began to wonder if this was really the answer. . . was this ticket my way out or did I always have my freedom inside me? I still wanted the ticket. It meant something I just wasn’t sure what.
speeding ticket. amusement parks. fairs. prom. the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. click it or ticket. small, rectangular. concerts. opportunity. a pass to something splendid no doubt
I wish i had one ticket. I ticket to a place that no one could get to by train, or bus, or airplane… i wish i had a ticket into a heart. The heart of the man, and the best friend that i love. I wish i had the simple pass to win him over.
i want my ticket out of here. small town blues, where the sidewalk rolls up at five and everyone notices your broken down car, your belated birthday wishes. i just want to go somewhere where there is more opportunity. the broken down trains outside of town aren’t going anywhere, there is no ticket. i guess i’m stuck working this dead end job until the station is up and running again.
She bought the ticket last week. She had hoped to meet him. This far, she had saved. She had even skipped purchasing meals just to buy it.
“This ticket. Finally,” Said she. “I now can finally meet him.”
concert ticket
parking ticket
speeding ticket
money
police
trouble
front row
bleachers
expensive
cheap
music
cars
good’
bad
I’d like a ticket out of here please. Anywhere will do—just so long as it’s far enough away for me to lose myself. I’d travel by boat, or train…and even eat green eggs and ham while I’m there.
“That’s the ticket.” And lo, it was. The golden ticket, so to speak. The ticket, the entrance to the rest of life. Tick. Tick. Tick. Went the clock, and the moment drew nearer. Tick. Tick. “Can I see your ticket?” Can you help but grin as you set off?
“Are you kidding? Here, you write your own ticket. That’s what you want , that’s what you get, you earned it.” After five years she still had no idea what she was worth, what she was due, still gave it all away. Time to take charge, time to grow a pair, time to take the proverbial bull by the proverbials. Never too late, it’s still waiting, no worries.
A ticket to the loony bins. That’s what she was in for if she said yes to him. How many times could he break her heart? As many times as she was willing to give it to him. But this one time, with tears in her eyes, and no sense of triumph in her heart, she said, “No.”
Tickets to carnivals are so good and so nice to have. They represent a carefree, fun day. Driving tickets are evil and terrible. They represent a terrible stress factor that hangs over your head until you go to court or pay it off. Like the one I have right now. I want a carnival ticket instead.
They ruin your insurance rates, you know. It’s not like I killed a kid, or even molested one. But they mark you as some kind of wrecklessness on the road, to be avoided at all costs. Unless it’s to gouge you.
I have a ticket to ride. But I’m not sure where I’m going. Maybe to the zoo. Maybe to the park. Maybe on a train. Maybe on a boat.
Where do you want to ride baby? I wonder where we should go. Take my ticket and make a choice – show me a surprise. I am curious about your choice.
I had a one way ticket out of this place.
I had a one way ticket to a new place.
I had a one way ticket that would let me never see your face.
That one way ticket isn’t worth the pace.
The place where that ticket wanted to take me wasn’t worth missing your face.
well im pretty sure i feel like i have to buy one when i think of this word. nothing is usually free. when i think ticket i think concerts or rollercoasters. i do not know why, nor do i care to explain, because its really not that interesting if i were to explain why i think that whe
To ride the a train out to queens, she was to meet her grandmother for dinner and a stayover. it had been a fewmonths since they had gottent together to do this. Grandmom was f
I got a ticket to ride to the other side.
A TICKET TO THE BIG TIME! Don’t we all wish we could get that one shot, that one moment that could take us to every place we have ever dreamed of. I want a career that doesn’t happen for many people.. but I believe I will get there.
I took a train that day. Got my ticket. My key to the world, to the future of my life. With that ticket I had no limits. Nothing to hold me back from taking that train far, far away from there.
its a ticket.
for what?
anything
so i can leave?
whatever you want.
WIth that i walked away.
all my life i had wanted to leave.
almost unbelievable
my mother always said.
when you get an option you have to grab onto it
and never let go
because they are one in a million.
and unless you want to be stuck like everyone else
you have to grab the option
and never let go
never looking back
Going to Memphis! Going to Memphis! Need mah tickets, need mah guitar, need my hoodie, cause we’re going far…Far into the south, where comforts are long gone, but I’ve got my tickets, I’ll be singing soon, oh, sweet Lord, I’ll be singing soon!
she looks down at the ticket in her hand and felt the gravity of her choice in this piece of paper that read: One Way – Los Angeles.
As the cop handed him the ticket, he thought to himself, “Now I guess my insurance rates will go through the roof.” If he got one more ticket, he would stand the chance of losing his license.
I’ve got a golden ticket. I’ve got a golden twinkle in my eye. Now that I’ve got a golden ticket its a golden day!!!!
I bought a one way bus ticket, I had to get away to place where no body knew my name. Somewhere where when you walk off your back poarch people don’t wave, someplace that you can do your own thing, and others will do their own thing, so long as your not hurting anyone. Here everyone is in your buisness, even if its the smallest thing
You can buy tickets. You can sell tickets. They are all different shapes, sizes and colors. Tickets can allow you to have loads of fun.
I have the ticket to all this chaos and upheaval, and the ticket is to just back off, go with the flow, not get myself into such a big uproar. I can buy the ticket to peace and calm, or I can buy the ticket to anxiety and worry! Which ticket will cost me the most now, and in the long run? Which ticket will be the best value for my money?
The tickets ragged edges dug into my palm as i ran towards my front door to gloat in my older sisters face that I HAD TICKETS and she didnt!! I was going to the concert and there was nothing to stop my excitement!
…and so she stares at her ticket. A thousand and one miles between her and her fate.
a ticket is a little piece of paper that gets you to enter to places. sometimes you have ti pay for it.. i think tickets should always be yellow, i like those tickets! they use them in all places: parks like disneyland, or maybe for entering to lucky shows.
movie
concert
harry potter
golden ticket
willy wonka
police
fine
money
car park
Ticket, the word echoes through my head as I attempt a reason to explain why I was going 120 MPH in a school zone. I’m pregnant might work I think, but wait whats between my legs prevents me from conceiving a baby. Maybe if I put no a wig… Oh I know I’ll try Oh yeah I was just trying to get home to feed Nana. No, that won’t work either.
I’m nervous as I stand in line. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and the booth ladies calling out over and over the numbers to their windows,
“Customer to number thirteen please!!”. I know where that window is, I already checked but in the panic of that impatient yell and the fear already burdening my mind I second guess myself and check again. In response to my hesitation I hear her yell again,
“Number THIRTEEN PLEASE!”. I hurry myself and walk over to her.
“I ha..have a reservation numbe..ber,” I manage to stutter.
“Excuuuse me?”, she parries, the impatience in her voice creeping up again.
“I..I’m sorry..I said that I have a reservation number,” This time I say it a little more loudly and slide the number and my ID towards her.
Tap, tap, tap, click, tap, tap. She slides my things and two new pieces of paper towards me. I can hardly contain myself as I hurriedly grab them and rush off.
I take a deep breath and read the ticket. “Philadelphia to Vermont” is printed across the right side.
Thank god, thank god, I’m going home.
I’ve got my pass to wait around. I’ve got permission to watch the fun.
I’ve got some paper that says I’m entitled.
But I’ve got nothing that feels like proof
that it means anything to you.
If you think about it, Peter at the pearly gates is just a glorified ticket-taker. Either you have your ticket, have paid your fees, or you don’t see the show.
Ticket… My mom got a ticket. She thought it was my fault for rushing her. But I wasn’t driving the car! She was. She sucks. It’s plain as day.
The ticket booth was dark. The marquee, surrounded by lights, glowed brightly but the street was empty. The reflection on the wet pavement was less than cheerful. It was downright depressing.
The ticket to Heaven is Jesus! Just say yes to him and find peace, the ability to overcome anything, and most of all, unconditional love… think about it. He’s the only thing that makes sense.
Did you get a ticket coming here? How fast were you going? How come people don’t slow down here in construction zones? Do people not get tickets here? How much is a ticket here? What if it was an emergency?
HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER OOOO
HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER YEAH
It was the ticket to get to where I needed to go. It was the only one left and I was determined to be the one to win it, steal it, beg for it. As the time approached, I began to wonder if this was really the answer. . . was this ticket my way out or did I always have my freedom inside me? I still wanted the ticket. It meant something I just wasn’t sure what.