When I think of tiled I think of the azulejos of moorish Spain. Boring beginning to my oneword entry right? It’s ok, I dont think more than one person will read my entry: me. Either way, tiled makes me think immediately of design, and people make actual living of tiles. I wish oneword.com was more interesting.
?
once upon a time i had to pick colorful tiles for my kitchen but there wasn’t enough to order for the bathroom so i got extremely frustrated and peed in the corner of the tile store.
amanda.
We tiled our kitchen floor with pink ceramic tiles from home depot. Its very pink now.. depressing
the tiled kitchen was a beautiful site after the crew had given the deserving family a new home. it was an unbelievable site even form your television screen.
sarah
The bathroom was tiled in a green splotchy pattern. I hated it. Why had I never changed it? I always felt sick when I used this room. Then, if I actually was sick, it became ten times worse if I entered this room.
If there was someone visiting whom I didn’t like, I would direct them to this bathroom. It was cruel of me, evil. I couldn’t seem to stop.
One day, I would retile this room. Then, it would only be a memory: the room tiled in an ugly, sickly, evil green way.
Why did I think of that? There are many beautiful places in the world that are tiled. Beautiful patterns have been created by tile. With tile, perhaps I should have said. And yet, I come up with a strange story about myself and a bathroom. What does that mean?
And who the heck is going to read and evaluate this? Have they ever tiled anything? I did. I put up new tiles behind a stove. It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
It wasn’t hard to do. But then, it was a small area. I have never tiled anything larger than about two feet square.
My family once owned a kidney shaped table that was tiled in small, half inch tiles. It was rather like a paisley thing, all told. W
What are those things called that are in a paisley design?
And, hasn’t 60 seconds gone by yet? What the heck am I doing, wasting time like this?!!
Deirdre
I walked in to my home and found that my father had tiled my bedroom door shut. I was not allowed to take my things. It was only an argument I thought to myself and not near the calibar of an argument that I would have thought should leave me homeless. He didn’t speak to me again after that. And I left solomely knowing that I had been disowned.
Amy
Tiled is the roof. It’s so tiled that I’m beginning to worry that it’ll have to be fixed soon. No problem, the floor is tiled too. And so is the wall. We can transplant some tiles, so fixing the roof is not an issue. Tiled. Tiled. Tiled.
Advait Sarkar
Tiled steps follow me towards the exit. I dont see how the separation may lead to apparent physical damage, but for the lines It is tough to play the role of being put.
Sebastian Castrodad
as i stared at the pretty white tiled floor i watched it turn crimson. creeping. seeping. into every crack. i just wanted to lay in it.
Lea
he picked me up and sat me on the counter. the cold, tiled surface shocked my skin. he pushed himself in between my legs and began kissing my face. it was love.
kendall
the table. the floor. the bathroom. all were tiled.
carl shan
what is this i cant really think its so crazy to know what this is do you reall know or dont you just answer the question i cant think just stop just stop and breath please just breath and think just breath what are you doing now stop just stop.
Cameron Moesta
The bathroom was tiled with red and yellow squares. They went in horizontal lines, vertical lines and diagonal lines. From every angle the floor looked different. The walls were similarly tiled but with opposing colors. They were green and purple.
Erin Lilly
The floor looks like a disco ball from the 80’s. The black and white tile almost meshing together if you spend too long looking at the floor. The walls present shards of light bounced from the sun off the tile floor. Soon the tile crept up the walls. I was standing in a disco ball. It’s not as fun as it thinks. Dizzily, and dazed I try to walk through the spinning room.
Nora
the bathroom floor was tiled with the magnificent colors of tuscany. the rich reds and the bright oranges spread across the floor beneath my feet. it reminded me of autumn with all the colors of the leaves.
katie
tiled is boring tho not tiny wallpaper tile style. but thought i’d find a different word and so what anyways… damn right i got 60 seconds to blow your mind and mine. that’s a lotta time!
cansong
the kitchen has a tiled floor. i like showers. and well i dont want to work for a brick laying company. this is the most random thing i have ever done. hahaha. im hungry. what am i supposed to be doing?? boo! im running out of time. gahhhhh hahahahh. scary movie 3. out soon
amy
Cold and wet I hate the feeling when I step out of the shower. My mom put in those tiles and I’m sorry she had to do it by herself. They are messy and peeling. I tried to tile the walls and was angry at my uncle for being so condescending about it. If I had my own home I would cover all the tiles with bathmats.
bathrooms are tiled white and clean, they wash easily and you can wipe away soap. Swimming pools also have tiles sometimes. Mosaics are tiled and can be beautiful works of art that you can have in your home.
Louise
The tiled floor was cool underneath my curling toes. I attempted to step lightly but my feet felt like they had been covered in lead while I slept.
Sarah
The tiled floor was cool underneath my curling toes. I attempted to step lightly but my feet felt like they had been covered in lead while I slept.
Sarah
walls around the bathroom. stained, wet, smelly. they are greenish gray. and the blood slowly trickles down them. as the woman in the wig pulls back and realizes what she’s done. it’s one more time in the edge of this place.
gabrielripstein
Also, the person right below me is an imbecile.
Y
Tiled, like a chess board. Two opposing armies ready to annihilate each other on the kitchen floor. But once everybody dies you just play a new game, with the same old pieces. It’s like there was no point in cleaning the floor anyways. The war is endless.
Y
the floor was quickly being tiled, by the blacks in the hot hot heat. then the boss man walked over the tile and spit. numerous times and wiped his sweat from his brow, and watched as it dripped into the floor. the workers looked up in disgust. then the white man killed them
sid macArthur
beatifully carved stones that have designs of a different world can bind you in their magic…tiled surfaces makes a home tht much more brighter and special..
jyo
fervor
we left there
as soon as we could
reeling
the pages turned
the windows shattered
eyes stolen
down the ladder we
climbed, seemingly
lost
fertile crescent
never missed.
paschal
bathrooms are pretty awesome. especially tiled bathrooms. i always have imagined myself living in the city with one of those black and white tiled bathrooms. i would like that very much.
aliya
bathroom, luxury, taj mahal, india, triangles, stucco, fresco
meghan
Tiled. The bathroom floor is tiled. People have poor taste in tiles. Tiles come in all colors. Tiled is covered in a hard substance. Being tiled is being protected from spills and accidents. Tiled is sheltered.
Meg Duffy
tiled makes me think of this crime story I once wrote when I was much much younger. I thought I knew what lino meant but really I just liked the look of the word…it has a shiny liquorice quality to it, 50s too, just perfect for the scene of a crime I must have thought once then…
jenny
slipping on the tiled bathroom floor, the clumsy janitor cracked his head open. No one else would be in the building for another 3 hours. so he lay crying out for help, but none came. when they found him he was gone. “who’s going to mop up the blood?” the insensitive prick thought.
aaron
looking at her feet, she couldn’t quite decide whether to come out or not. the bathroom was a dead end, and once she stepped out, she’d have to come face to face with the man she doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life with.
g.
The tiled floor of the bathroom was supposed to have a soothing effect. That’s what the interior designer said. Mom was so busy that she didn’t even have time to pick out her own tiles. I hated the colors. Who puts brown in a bathroom? So when I threw up that night on the tile, ruining my mother’s perfectly coordinated towels in the process, I felt just a tiny bit satisfied.
Abby
Her shoes clack on the polished linoleum tiles. They would stretch out into infinity before her, if it weren’t for the pesky walls and furniture and cabinets. She imagines a world of squares and clouds and numbers. It’s more peaceful there. She sighs.
Ronz
the floor is slick and wet, and the water runs in dirty rivers through the valleys between the tiny grungy tiles. i want to press my skin to it, feel the coolness of the floor, and i am undeterred by the possible filth there. comfort, relief, overrides cleanliness. hygiene is forgotten. i flatten myself to the floor, and press my lips to your foot.
~melly
Closing my eyes to the hot water cascading down my face. Is it mixing with the tears or washing them away? I can never tell. I’ve always found showers therapeutic, though, the sound of the water drowning out my thoughts, not being able to hear myself think.
mel
So there is a tiled bathroom at my old highschool. Me and my friends were not the brightest back then, and we used to smoke ciggarettes in it. Those were great times, stupid, but great.
When I think of tiled I think of the azulejos of moorish Spain. Boring beginning to my oneword entry right? It’s ok, I dont think more than one person will read my entry: me. Either way, tiled makes me think immediately of design, and people make actual living of tiles. I wish oneword.com was more interesting.
once upon a time i had to pick colorful tiles for my kitchen but there wasn’t enough to order for the bathroom so i got extremely frustrated and peed in the corner of the tile store.
We tiled our kitchen floor with pink ceramic tiles from home depot. Its very pink now.. depressing
ceramic floors wall lights bulbs ceiling paint chemicals labs doctors scientists broken bones trees bikes cars tires rubber
the tiled kitchen was a beautiful site after the crew had given the deserving family a new home. it was an unbelievable site even form your television screen.
The bathroom was tiled in a green splotchy pattern. I hated it. Why had I never changed it? I always felt sick when I used this room. Then, if I actually was sick, it became ten times worse if I entered this room.
If there was someone visiting whom I didn’t like, I would direct them to this bathroom. It was cruel of me, evil. I couldn’t seem to stop.
One day, I would retile this room. Then, it would only be a memory: the room tiled in an ugly, sickly, evil green way.
Why did I think of that? There are many beautiful places in the world that are tiled. Beautiful patterns have been created by tile. With tile, perhaps I should have said. And yet, I come up with a strange story about myself and a bathroom. What does that mean?
And who the heck is going to read and evaluate this? Have they ever tiled anything? I did. I put up new tiles behind a stove. It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
It wasn’t hard to do. But then, it was a small area. I have never tiled anything larger than about two feet square.
My family once owned a kidney shaped table that was tiled in small, half inch tiles. It was rather like a paisley thing, all told. W
What are those things called that are in a paisley design?
And, hasn’t 60 seconds gone by yet? What the heck am I doing, wasting time like this?!!
I walked in to my home and found that my father had tiled my bedroom door shut. I was not allowed to take my things. It was only an argument I thought to myself and not near the calibar of an argument that I would have thought should leave me homeless. He didn’t speak to me again after that. And I left solomely knowing that I had been disowned.
Tiled is the roof. It’s so tiled that I’m beginning to worry that it’ll have to be fixed soon. No problem, the floor is tiled too. And so is the wall. We can transplant some tiles, so fixing the roof is not an issue. Tiled. Tiled. Tiled.
Tiled steps follow me towards the exit. I dont see how the separation may lead to apparent physical damage, but for the lines It is tough to play the role of being put.
as i stared at the pretty white tiled floor i watched it turn crimson. creeping. seeping. into every crack. i just wanted to lay in it.
he picked me up and sat me on the counter. the cold, tiled surface shocked my skin. he pushed himself in between my legs and began kissing my face. it was love.
the table. the floor. the bathroom. all were tiled.
what is this i cant really think its so crazy to know what this is do you reall know or dont you just answer the question i cant think just stop just stop and breath please just breath and think just breath what are you doing now stop just stop.
The bathroom was tiled with red and yellow squares. They went in horizontal lines, vertical lines and diagonal lines. From every angle the floor looked different. The walls were similarly tiled but with opposing colors. They were green and purple.
The floor looks like a disco ball from the 80’s. The black and white tile almost meshing together if you spend too long looking at the floor. The walls present shards of light bounced from the sun off the tile floor. Soon the tile crept up the walls. I was standing in a disco ball. It’s not as fun as it thinks. Dizzily, and dazed I try to walk through the spinning room.
the bathroom floor was tiled with the magnificent colors of tuscany. the rich reds and the bright oranges spread across the floor beneath my feet. it reminded me of autumn with all the colors of the leaves.
tiled is boring tho not tiny wallpaper tile style. but thought i’d find a different word and so what anyways… damn right i got 60 seconds to blow your mind and mine. that’s a lotta time!
the kitchen has a tiled floor. i like showers. and well i dont want to work for a brick laying company. this is the most random thing i have ever done. hahaha. im hungry. what am i supposed to be doing?? boo! im running out of time. gahhhhh hahahahh. scary movie 3. out soon
Cold and wet I hate the feeling when I step out of the shower. My mom put in those tiles and I’m sorry she had to do it by herself. They are messy and peeling. I tried to tile the walls and was angry at my uncle for being so condescending about it. If I had my own home I would cover all the tiles with bathmats.
square, pattern, fixed, stable, restricted, bathroom, spa
bathrooms are tiled white and clean, they wash easily and you can wipe away soap. Swimming pools also have tiles sometimes. Mosaics are tiled and can be beautiful works of art that you can have in your home.
The tiled floor was cool underneath my curling toes. I attempted to step lightly but my feet felt like they had been covered in lead while I slept.
The tiled floor was cool underneath my curling toes. I attempted to step lightly but my feet felt like they had been covered in lead while I slept.
walls around the bathroom. stained, wet, smelly. they are greenish gray. and the blood slowly trickles down them. as the woman in the wig pulls back and realizes what she’s done. it’s one more time in the edge of this place.
Also, the person right below me is an imbecile.
Tiled, like a chess board. Two opposing armies ready to annihilate each other on the kitchen floor. But once everybody dies you just play a new game, with the same old pieces. It’s like there was no point in cleaning the floor anyways. The war is endless.
the floor was quickly being tiled, by the blacks in the hot hot heat. then the boss man walked over the tile and spit. numerous times and wiped his sweat from his brow, and watched as it dripped into the floor. the workers looked up in disgust. then the white man killed them
beatifully carved stones that have designs of a different world can bind you in their magic…tiled surfaces makes a home tht much more brighter and special..
fervor
we left there
as soon as we could
reeling
the pages turned
the windows shattered
eyes stolen
down the ladder we
climbed, seemingly
lost
fertile crescent
never missed.
bathrooms are pretty awesome. especially tiled bathrooms. i always have imagined myself living in the city with one of those black and white tiled bathrooms. i would like that very much.
bathroom, luxury, taj mahal, india, triangles, stucco, fresco
Tiled. The bathroom floor is tiled. People have poor taste in tiles. Tiles come in all colors. Tiled is covered in a hard substance. Being tiled is being protected from spills and accidents. Tiled is sheltered.
tiled makes me think of this crime story I once wrote when I was much much younger. I thought I knew what lino meant but really I just liked the look of the word…it has a shiny liquorice quality to it, 50s too, just perfect for the scene of a crime I must have thought once then…
slipping on the tiled bathroom floor, the clumsy janitor cracked his head open. No one else would be in the building for another 3 hours. so he lay crying out for help, but none came. when they found him he was gone. “who’s going to mop up the blood?” the insensitive prick thought.
looking at her feet, she couldn’t quite decide whether to come out or not. the bathroom was a dead end, and once she stepped out, she’d have to come face to face with the man she doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life with.
The tiled floor of the bathroom was supposed to have a soothing effect. That’s what the interior designer said. Mom was so busy that she didn’t even have time to pick out her own tiles. I hated the colors. Who puts brown in a bathroom? So when I threw up that night on the tile, ruining my mother’s perfectly coordinated towels in the process, I felt just a tiny bit satisfied.
Her shoes clack on the polished linoleum tiles. They would stretch out into infinity before her, if it weren’t for the pesky walls and furniture and cabinets. She imagines a world of squares and clouds and numbers. It’s more peaceful there. She sighs.
the floor is slick and wet, and the water runs in dirty rivers through the valleys between the tiny grungy tiles. i want to press my skin to it, feel the coolness of the floor, and i am undeterred by the possible filth there. comfort, relief, overrides cleanliness. hygiene is forgotten. i flatten myself to the floor, and press my lips to your foot.
Closing my eyes to the hot water cascading down my face. Is it mixing with the tears or washing them away? I can never tell. I’ve always found showers therapeutic, though, the sound of the water drowning out my thoughts, not being able to hear myself think.
So there is a tiled bathroom at my old highschool. Me and my friends were not the brightest back then, and we used to smoke ciggarettes in it. Those were great times, stupid, but great.