And when I look at the tray, I am reminded of the bacon-and-egg breakfast I ate on the settee in front of mid-moring television. Nothing about a three-in-one deity comes to mind – let’s face it, Three-in-One Oil is a lot more useful than any god.
Andy C
I grabbed my lunch tray as i lazily peered over the sneeze guard. Pizza….Salisbury steak. It must be embarrassing to make salisbury steak as a lunch lady. It is so cliche.
J.B.
After picking up the tray, she let her eyes wander across the crowd. People of all shapes and sizes moved in and out of her line of view, giggling and chatting and living normal lives, unaware that someone like her was in their midst.
Emma
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I remember sitting at the hospital in Zell Am See, visiting my Oma… We were sitting there, she had broken her arm, and I was taking pictures. There was an ashtray on the table… I photographed it in black & white, as well as a few shots of my mom and my oma. They both looked less than happy.
Anonymous
Today it snowed in my Jersey shore town of Ventnor. I had no shovels to dig out my car from the 1 1/2 feet of snow so I used an old cafeteria tray that I stole from my college. It worked splendidly.
Cory German
food trays. food. breakfast in bed. I love breakfast in bed…or do I? Breakfast in bed can be very messy, what with all the crumbs and stuff.
Hadley
mcdonalds with ugly ketchup stains all over it and me having to clean it out and being annoyed because it gets all over the cloth and i wonder why parents let their kids do this and make a mess out of everythign without cleaning up. how spoiled are kids these days? goodness, it’s ridiculous. it makes me so angry too I have to clean up everything and there’s a huge stack of trays with 293480293 ketchup all over it. what the heck. stupid stupid stupid.
Rachel
Dear Santa: this Christmas I’d like to pull out from my brain all these plaguing memories and place them one by one on a sterilized silver tray so I could dissect each one at my leisure and without feeling the pain of the cutting…
Lorilie
the little bones were still held together by tendons and ligaments. jellied by strong bases. Small fragements were picked off the bones and dropped onto the aluminum tray. slowly, the bones appeared cleaner
zoey b
Tray. Something you can hold your food on but ironically it is also the name of 300 pound best friend. We have been watching each others backs for awhile now. Quite frankly I trust him with my life.
Willyridge
She set the tray on the table beside the bed and wished she could turn back time as easily as the table slide out of the way. The tray held a plate with half-eaten food.
the tray saton the table. the rings of glasses past surrounded the red, plastic surface. napkins were crumpled and laying about as the hostess came and removed the tray from the aftermath of the meal.
mieke
i dont like trayss they stick to your food, or your food sticks to them its hard to say exactly whose at fault, but im sure someone is. Well when I find out who did it, i’m going to really give them what for. The tray though okay not always responsible for sticking, sometimes its good to carry stuff on, but i mean unless someone trips you then, man, that food is gone.
Aaron P
Sitting in my corner of the desk, i watch as the papers fill, never to be seen again. Atleast, it is for me, as I will never again go back to them, no matter how long I tell myself I will. I will never see my chem notes again, or even my old report card. Gone, vanished.
Emma
one stop
nitin
The tray that lies before me, is half filled with grime from the quarry dig last week and half filled with weak versions of wish’s.. test of the best interest. which do i choose, clearly the right one shines through the fog.. but it’s never that easy. never
Learn To bE
Tray, tray, it was a golden gray
and on it was a spoon and a fork and a mistake.
I could see your face laughing at me in my soup
and my eyes are nothing but the black eyed peas
Your hair is longer than the seas
I wanted to throw the tray across the room
So you won’t have to look at me.
Purple Nails
the waitress brought the tray to the table, and set it down. that tray its cute, it has a bunny on it, said sammy. the tray didnt have a bunny it, in fact it had a giraffe on it. but sammy thought it was a bunny tray. sammy is dumb. he knows nothing about the tray. the tray was purple.
SAMMY(:
i was in jail and we had trays, the kinds that kids use, the kind that i used in my christian daycare- it was hell, more than anything- and i dont understand why people smear their food all over them, i had to clean that shit up… bastards
skip
so the tray was walking down the street, past a terribly lucrative business, staring into the eyes of the poor and hungry trays of the modern, progressive society. and so the tray spat on the doormat of the business, and continuing on, came to a beautiful woman of about twenty one years of age. he marveled at her beauty.
vj
The lunch tray was sitting on the table, solitary and unclaimed. Remnants of today’s lunch still clung to the edges like vestiges of some past time. Carly stared down at it in disgust before adding it to her already growing pile and moving on to the next table.
Lacy
Nurse Osgood stomped into the room with the night’s “meal” on the familiar orange tray. Grandpa never liked the food, and knocked the tray to the floor.
Anonymous
i picked up the tray from the cafeteria. there was something about that try. i try to think about what so different about it. i looked at everybody else. they seem to have the same tray as me-plastic & navy blue.
Rebecca
Tray. Tray. A tray just makes me think of lunch, lunch in an elementary school cafeteria, or an old hospital with sub-par food. The kind of food they don’t even bother to make well, since everyone there is either dying or too sick to care about how it tastes anyway. I remember I had to eat at a hospital once, and I promised myself I would never let that happen again.
Taylen Nettles
made a clanking noise on the cafeteria table, and casey looked up in surprise. becca stared down, her eyes fixated on the tray, the spilled milk.
“I trusted you..” she whispered, keeping her eyes down.
“Becca..” Casey muttered helplessly, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t.”
Hilary
Tray, something to support the real thing. She was holding a tray of figs. He looked deeply into her eyes. What was she trying to tell him? He wondered as she advanced, and then he saw her eyes again, this time….
jobo
What about a tray? Why should I write about such a ridiculous thing as this? I’m sure this is improper grammar but who really cares? Obviously you… No, not really. Hmmm. Trays, what about them? No se que mas escribir…
Joey
The sun glistened as bright as his eyes. And he spilled his lunch tray
Andrea
The ash tray holds the remains if his cigarette as he exhales a mouthful of smoke. Killing himself slowly, yet it is the only true way that he can temporary get away from the pains of the present.
ac
sledding down the hill by cornell on trays. the people who take away the lunches and work in the dining halls probably stopped using them for a while after it snowed and had everyone carry their meals on just plates instead.
James Cooke
so i was carrying a tray full of food, and i saw my friend and she was waving at me, and i was waving at her and screaming and i wasnt paying attention to where i was walking, so i tripped and fell and dropped my tray of food on my friend, and the tray landed on the floor.
Anonymous
please return your tray table to the upright and locked position.
Mike G
place where boundaries are small yet unmountable for contents
perhaps this is best served on….
terrain is steady, let’s not worry?
perhaps that’s the reason to, after all, you’re about to get devoured.
no bumps in the road is a sure sign of a treacherous road.
tommy
the tray sat on the counter. lifeless and unmoving. food lay scattered on the floor, as the lifeless building that surrounded it made a couple of craking sounds. Lifeless, nothing but the tray, and the red apple rolling acorss the floor.
charlotte
The tray table sat in front of the coffee table. Covered with assorted magazines, newspapers, and various other crap, it looked more like a…
Mike
ONCE THERE WAS TRAY THAT HAD COOKIES ON IT…iT THEN GOT KNOCKED ONTO THE GROUD BY A EIVL MONSYTER AND ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE ROOM RAN IN FEAR …ON LITTLE GIRL WAS SUCK IN THE CORRNER SHE DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
This tray requires to be filled with goodies.
I am waiting and canot think of any thing to write.
My brain cells are asleep..
But had a really hot dream with you in it…
Won’t I enjoy my tray laden with you!!
s
a tray is a thing that you can put things on. i usually think of a grey one.. like a grey tray. maybe spelled gray tray. desktop tray… a tray isn’t very interesting is it?
And when I look at the tray, I am reminded of the bacon-and-egg breakfast I ate on the settee in front of mid-moring television. Nothing about a three-in-one deity comes to mind – let’s face it, Three-in-One Oil is a lot more useful than any god.
I grabbed my lunch tray as i lazily peered over the sneeze guard. Pizza….Salisbury steak. It must be embarrassing to make salisbury steak as a lunch lady. It is so cliche.
After picking up the tray, she let her eyes wander across the crowd. People of all shapes and sizes moved in and out of her line of view, giggling and chatting and living normal lives, unaware that someone like her was in their midst.
fr
I remember sitting at the hospital in Zell Am See, visiting my Oma… We were sitting there, she had broken her arm, and I was taking pictures. There was an ashtray on the table… I photographed it in black & white, as well as a few shots of my mom and my oma. They both looked less than happy.
Today it snowed in my Jersey shore town of Ventnor. I had no shovels to dig out my car from the 1 1/2 feet of snow so I used an old cafeteria tray that I stole from my college. It worked splendidly.
food trays. food. breakfast in bed. I love breakfast in bed…or do I? Breakfast in bed can be very messy, what with all the crumbs and stuff.
mcdonalds with ugly ketchup stains all over it and me having to clean it out and being annoyed because it gets all over the cloth and i wonder why parents let their kids do this and make a mess out of everythign without cleaning up. how spoiled are kids these days? goodness, it’s ridiculous. it makes me so angry too I have to clean up everything and there’s a huge stack of trays with 293480293 ketchup all over it. what the heck. stupid stupid stupid.
Dear Santa: this Christmas I’d like to pull out from my brain all these plaguing memories and place them one by one on a sterilized silver tray so I could dissect each one at my leisure and without feeling the pain of the cutting…
the little bones were still held together by tendons and ligaments. jellied by strong bases. Small fragements were picked off the bones and dropped onto the aluminum tray. slowly, the bones appeared cleaner
Tray. Something you can hold your food on but ironically it is also the name of 300 pound best friend. We have been watching each others backs for awhile now. Quite frankly I trust him with my life.
She set the tray on the table beside the bed and wished she could turn back time as easily as the table slide out of the way. The tray held a plate with half-eaten food.
ice restaurant snow food carry plate eat cafeteria yum holder
the tray saton the table. the rings of glasses past surrounded the red, plastic surface. napkins were crumpled and laying about as the hostess came and removed the tray from the aftermath of the meal.
i dont like trayss they stick to your food, or your food sticks to them its hard to say exactly whose at fault, but im sure someone is. Well when I find out who did it, i’m going to really give them what for. The tray though okay not always responsible for sticking, sometimes its good to carry stuff on, but i mean unless someone trips you then, man, that food is gone.
Sitting in my corner of the desk, i watch as the papers fill, never to be seen again. Atleast, it is for me, as I will never again go back to them, no matter how long I tell myself I will. I will never see my chem notes again, or even my old report card. Gone, vanished.
one stop
The tray that lies before me, is half filled with grime from the quarry dig last week and half filled with weak versions of wish’s.. test of the best interest. which do i choose, clearly the right one shines through the fog.. but it’s never that easy. never
Tray, tray, it was a golden gray
and on it was a spoon and a fork and a mistake.
I could see your face laughing at me in my soup
and my eyes are nothing but the black eyed peas
Your hair is longer than the seas
I wanted to throw the tray across the room
So you won’t have to look at me.
the waitress brought the tray to the table, and set it down. that tray its cute, it has a bunny on it, said sammy. the tray didnt have a bunny it, in fact it had a giraffe on it. but sammy thought it was a bunny tray. sammy is dumb. he knows nothing about the tray. the tray was purple.
i was in jail and we had trays, the kinds that kids use, the kind that i used in my christian daycare- it was hell, more than anything- and i dont understand why people smear their food all over them, i had to clean that shit up… bastards
so the tray was walking down the street, past a terribly lucrative business, staring into the eyes of the poor and hungry trays of the modern, progressive society. and so the tray spat on the doormat of the business, and continuing on, came to a beautiful woman of about twenty one years of age. he marveled at her beauty.
The lunch tray was sitting on the table, solitary and unclaimed. Remnants of today’s lunch still clung to the edges like vestiges of some past time. Carly stared down at it in disgust before adding it to her already growing pile and moving on to the next table.
Nurse Osgood stomped into the room with the night’s “meal” on the familiar orange tray. Grandpa never liked the food, and knocked the tray to the floor.
i picked up the tray from the cafeteria. there was something about that try. i try to think about what so different about it. i looked at everybody else. they seem to have the same tray as me-plastic & navy blue.
Tray. Tray. A tray just makes me think of lunch, lunch in an elementary school cafeteria, or an old hospital with sub-par food. The kind of food they don’t even bother to make well, since everyone there is either dying or too sick to care about how it tastes anyway. I remember I had to eat at a hospital once, and I promised myself I would never let that happen again.
made a clanking noise on the cafeteria table, and casey looked up in surprise. becca stared down, her eyes fixated on the tray, the spilled milk.
“I trusted you..” she whispered, keeping her eyes down.
“Becca..” Casey muttered helplessly, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t.”
Tray, something to support the real thing. She was holding a tray of figs. He looked deeply into her eyes. What was she trying to tell him? He wondered as she advanced, and then he saw her eyes again, this time….
What about a tray? Why should I write about such a ridiculous thing as this? I’m sure this is improper grammar but who really cares? Obviously you… No, not really. Hmmm. Trays, what about them? No se que mas escribir…
The sun glistened as bright as his eyes. And he spilled his lunch tray
The ash tray holds the remains if his cigarette as he exhales a mouthful of smoke. Killing himself slowly, yet it is the only true way that he can temporary get away from the pains of the present.
sledding down the hill by cornell on trays. the people who take away the lunches and work in the dining halls probably stopped using them for a while after it snowed and had everyone carry their meals on just plates instead.
so i was carrying a tray full of food, and i saw my friend and she was waving at me, and i was waving at her and screaming and i wasnt paying attention to where i was walking, so i tripped and fell and dropped my tray of food on my friend, and the tray landed on the floor.
please return your tray table to the upright and locked position.
place where boundaries are small yet unmountable for contents
perhaps this is best served on….
terrain is steady, let’s not worry?
perhaps that’s the reason to, after all, you’re about to get devoured.
no bumps in the road is a sure sign of a treacherous road.
the tray sat on the counter. lifeless and unmoving. food lay scattered on the floor, as the lifeless building that surrounded it made a couple of craking sounds. Lifeless, nothing but the tray, and the red apple rolling acorss the floor.
The tray table sat in front of the coffee table. Covered with assorted magazines, newspapers, and various other crap, it looked more like a…
ONCE THERE WAS TRAY THAT HAD COOKIES ON IT…iT THEN GOT KNOCKED ONTO THE GROUD BY A EIVL MONSYTER AND ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE ROOM RAN IN FEAR …ON LITTLE GIRL WAS SUCK IN THE CORRNER SHE DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This tray requires to be filled with goodies.
I am waiting and canot think of any thing to write.
My brain cells are asleep..
But had a really hot dream with you in it…
Won’t I enjoy my tray laden with you!!
a tray is a thing that you can put things on. i usually think of a grey one.. like a grey tray. maybe spelled gray tray. desktop tray… a tray isn’t very interesting is it?