the string tore into his fingers as he looped it around his hands. the rough hemp of the twine cutting a little. he sat in the dark and waited. as he grew tenser the bounding became tighter turning his fingers blue. he could feel his pulse.
Tyler Durden
our story begins as a tale of two strings, both of which were once the loneliest of their kind. one day they met, another day they fell in love, and another day they found themselves so intertwined in each other they had become a braided rope.
and one day, i hope to be a string that has such a destiny.
rachel
The ball of twine rolled lazily across the sun-streaked floor, slowly coming unraveled as it made the journey from the cat’s paws to the underside of the couch where it rested in shadow and away from those prying claws who so fretfully searched for it.
Katie S.
i feel like i have twine around my body. Like its hovering me and its causing me to not free myself. The twine is so tight and twisted all around me that i cant breath, i cant feel, and i cant live. I’m scared and im suffocated by this twine, by this cord that is there and wont unwrap itself.
Kendra
Their fingers were entwined, his, strong and firm around her gentle soft grip. They were too contrasting, I thought. It didn’t make sense. Her hands were too soft for his, and his to rough for hers. How could two so…different end up together? It simply didn’t fit.
Michelle
Twine and tied
Trusted and tried
Sang and sighed
Sobbed and cried
Snitched and lied
Breathed and sighed
Twine and tied
Blake G.
and once i saw this piece of twine just lying there on the street. When i picked it up it wasnt even twin. it was a squishy organ once removed form the alien that it had once resided in
Thomas
Twine was wound aroud her finger.
Proving a point to those scrutinizing eyes of those strangers.
That she was taken.
And she was mine.
Maddison
a string that we used to use to tie the Christmas tree to the roof of our car. i loved that tradition. we used to drive out to the middle of nowhere and cut down our own tree. afterward, we got to meet santa. i thought he was the ‘real’ santa until i realized his beard was detachable.
Morgan
twine is like string, and comes in ball form. it has many purposes, the same string would have. it is stronger than string however, and is actually many little strings wound up tightly around each other.
kyle
I like twine it’s all about the string it’s a way to keep things together and it never grows old. It can be as long or as short as it wants to be or needs to be and overall it can be very useful. If you get the good stuff you can have it in lots of different colours and use it for crafts, and yet if you have the plain stuff it can have neverending use around the house and garden. My mom uses it for plant stalks and it’s tough as nails, never falls off or anything. It’s awesome stuff.
Aisling
there was somerope that was brown that i needed to use in order to ie up my package. i was mailing a kit to my boyfriend in regina and wanted to make sure that it didnt fall apart in the crappy postal service. i tied it in a neat bow and handed it to the mail clerk.
Stephanie
Twine is the stuff that holds my life together. It may not be as thick or strong as rope, but it is just as uncomfortable. What does this say about my life?
Hunter
There in the dark corner of the room a girl struggled. Her hand we forcefully bound by twine. It was so tight and her struggle was so desperate the the edges of her wrists be began to bleed.
Jessi
twine, ew wtf twine. Does anyone still use that stuff? I mean its pretty pointless. Why dont you get some tape or a sturdy box for christ sakes? Anyways twine reminds me of the south and of sweet tea. So delicious. Sweet tea and some fried chicken. Now I’m hungry. Thank you oneword.com.
Jasmyn
in between the lines of your lies, there is something real and comforting. Something human. That you twist the truth only means that you are not as perfect as you seem, nor are you as cold. When i find that you lie, i can’t seem to hate you for it. It’s not that I love you for it, I only accept that you have to sometimes.
louie
Pulling the loops in different directions. I can’t stand the knots in your politics.
r.a.
Take your time and spin the twine. Ropes to cut and seal your mind. Threads of fate are running thin. Makes you wonder where you’ve been. Where we go when all must end.
Dan P
twisted and difficult to unravel tying up all the parts that are unruly and unmanageable holding them in place until the fray comes until the ties burst and the contents fall out spilling forth
courtney
the cat got caught in the quantum string between his food and his stomach; the universe was bigger than his eyes, and more remote than his hunger.
doug
Entrelazado…se puede en español? Creo me suena , no sé I wish I had more Ms. Rivere spelling tests
Ker00ppi
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH!!!
rb
It scratches. I rub against it gingerly, trying to free myself. It pulls and pinches and gets me nowhere.
Idiots hung me by my wrists in the tree again.
Lita
twine around the recyclables left at the curb to be chewed by the rats.
ophelia
intertwined legs during sex…..sweaty…sticky…soft…
Renee
This ball, it just keeps getting bigger! Hank and I have been wadding up bits of twine for hours, trying to clean off the workshop floor. We’re at what seems about eight feet in diameter. Hank and I decide to step outside to take a break. When we reenter, we find our ball has fallen prey to a gigantic cat.
pitohui
She understood the things she had spun into her web. What she didn’t understand was why they had to leave or change. Why she couldn’t always have them implanted there, safe and under her watch. She was able to feel them, sense them there and any movement they made.
meth.
stoy aqui como pendej o escrivesndo para una pagina de stumble pero tambien calentando un a comidita china qe me trajeron a la madre se me va laaonda per o ya acabe
carlos
ihatethis
twistcork, bottleof
cheapmarketwine
tomorrowplease?
Myona
It wrapped their wrists together, tight and cutting, and left marks long after it was there. The twine from the butchery package, Jane discovered, could be the most pure aphrodesiac. And she took advantage of it. Jack didn’t quite know what hit him–or rather, knotted him. To her.
Ella Emma Em
twine is what i will wrap you in…making a handle and then lifting our hollow body to take you to the place that mattered most. we are running out of time. string wrapped in string wrapped in you
elena
I found some twine. Underneath those vines. It’s been there for some time. I wanted it to be mine. But mom said it’s fine. I like my new twine. It smells like pine!
krystyna
we saw the rope uncoil into a simple twine. it’s glory amazed me, and my fellow co workers. we spent the rest of our break watching and smoking out cigarettes.
Amanda
She ran her fingers across the rough surface of the thick twine as she scurried to school, eyes lowered to the ground as she tried to avoid all the cracks, cursing as she stepped on one. Her school shoe-clad feet danced and hopped about as she skipped nonchanantly, not realising that when she got to school nobody else would be there.
Chloe
twine is like string. Cats like to play with it because for some reason it keeps them amused. Idiots! If only humans were as easily amused! that’d be the life!
Lauren
he wrapped the ball of twine in a tight know, pressing it with his fingers with every twist. He then examined the twine, making sure the fibers were smooth and uniform. He had created a masterpiece. A true masterpiece of twine.
The next day he double checked on his masterpiece … only to find it had been disassembled by an unknown source.
Carol
She sat by the fire, slowly winding a ball of twine. Her days were long and empty now, her husband long dead and her children left home. She thought back to the days when her life was full, when she and Roger was raising their five children. What she would have done then for five minutes of peace, now she had all day long, almost every day. She let out a long sigh…..
roxanne
That stupid piece of twine he has wrapped around his wrist reminds me of all the stupid little things I’ve ever wanted to do for him. And why? What was the point of it all? I can’t seem to recall anything but the beginning and the end. Well, I know those twines will fall apart one day, and I hope he’s left with the memories.
hugarbol
her heart was wrapped in twine, drinking wine she dined alone. thick, and scratchy, her heart pulsed in its bitter confinement, in one place.
whitney
The single strand of twine was wrapped around my finger, a promise, and a memory I’d sworn never to forget, not matter how much it hurt. The twine tugged at my finger making it impossible to forget, the love, and the memory of it.
the string tore into his fingers as he looped it around his hands. the rough hemp of the twine cutting a little. he sat in the dark and waited. as he grew tenser the bounding became tighter turning his fingers blue. he could feel his pulse.
our story begins as a tale of two strings, both of which were once the loneliest of their kind. one day they met, another day they fell in love, and another day they found themselves so intertwined in each other they had become a braided rope.
and one day, i hope to be a string that has such a destiny.
The ball of twine rolled lazily across the sun-streaked floor, slowly coming unraveled as it made the journey from the cat’s paws to the underside of the couch where it rested in shadow and away from those prying claws who so fretfully searched for it.
i feel like i have twine around my body. Like its hovering me and its causing me to not free myself. The twine is so tight and twisted all around me that i cant breath, i cant feel, and i cant live. I’m scared and im suffocated by this twine, by this cord that is there and wont unwrap itself.
Their fingers were entwined, his, strong and firm around her gentle soft grip. They were too contrasting, I thought. It didn’t make sense. Her hands were too soft for his, and his to rough for hers. How could two so…different end up together? It simply didn’t fit.
Twine and tied
Trusted and tried
Sang and sighed
Sobbed and cried
Snitched and lied
Breathed and sighed
Twine and tied
and once i saw this piece of twine just lying there on the street. When i picked it up it wasnt even twin. it was a squishy organ once removed form the alien that it had once resided in
Twine was wound aroud her finger.
Proving a point to those scrutinizing eyes of those strangers.
That she was taken.
And she was mine.
a string that we used to use to tie the Christmas tree to the roof of our car. i loved that tradition. we used to drive out to the middle of nowhere and cut down our own tree. afterward, we got to meet santa. i thought he was the ‘real’ santa until i realized his beard was detachable.
twine is like string, and comes in ball form. it has many purposes, the same string would have. it is stronger than string however, and is actually many little strings wound up tightly around each other.
I like twine it’s all about the string it’s a way to keep things together and it never grows old. It can be as long or as short as it wants to be or needs to be and overall it can be very useful. If you get the good stuff you can have it in lots of different colours and use it for crafts, and yet if you have the plain stuff it can have neverending use around the house and garden. My mom uses it for plant stalks and it’s tough as nails, never falls off or anything. It’s awesome stuff.
there was somerope that was brown that i needed to use in order to ie up my package. i was mailing a kit to my boyfriend in regina and wanted to make sure that it didnt fall apart in the crappy postal service. i tied it in a neat bow and handed it to the mail clerk.
Twine is the stuff that holds my life together. It may not be as thick or strong as rope, but it is just as uncomfortable. What does this say about my life?
There in the dark corner of the room a girl struggled. Her hand we forcefully bound by twine. It was so tight and her struggle was so desperate the the edges of her wrists be began to bleed.
twine, ew wtf twine. Does anyone still use that stuff? I mean its pretty pointless. Why dont you get some tape or a sturdy box for christ sakes? Anyways twine reminds me of the south and of sweet tea. So delicious. Sweet tea and some fried chicken. Now I’m hungry. Thank you oneword.com.
in between the lines of your lies, there is something real and comforting. Something human. That you twist the truth only means that you are not as perfect as you seem, nor are you as cold. When i find that you lie, i can’t seem to hate you for it. It’s not that I love you for it, I only accept that you have to sometimes.
Pulling the loops in different directions. I can’t stand the knots in your politics.
Take your time and spin the twine. Ropes to cut and seal your mind. Threads of fate are running thin. Makes you wonder where you’ve been. Where we go when all must end.
twisted and difficult to unravel tying up all the parts that are unruly and unmanageable holding them in place until the fray comes until the ties burst and the contents fall out spilling forth
the cat got caught in the quantum string between his food and his stomach; the universe was bigger than his eyes, and more remote than his hunger.
Entrelazado…se puede en español? Creo me suena , no sé I wish I had more Ms. Rivere spelling tests
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH!!!
It scratches. I rub against it gingerly, trying to free myself. It pulls and pinches and gets me nowhere.
Idiots hung me by my wrists in the tree again.
twine around the recyclables left at the curb to be chewed by the rats.
intertwined legs during sex…..sweaty…sticky…soft…
This ball, it just keeps getting bigger! Hank and I have been wadding up bits of twine for hours, trying to clean off the workshop floor. We’re at what seems about eight feet in diameter. Hank and I decide to step outside to take a break. When we reenter, we find our ball has fallen prey to a gigantic cat.
She understood the things she had spun into her web. What she didn’t understand was why they had to leave or change. Why she couldn’t always have them implanted there, safe and under her watch. She was able to feel them, sense them there and any movement they made.
stoy aqui como pendej o escrivesndo para una pagina de stumble pero tambien calentando un a comidita china qe me trajeron a la madre se me va laaonda per o ya acabe
ihatethis
twistcork, bottleof
cheapmarketwine
tomorrowplease?
It wrapped their wrists together, tight and cutting, and left marks long after it was there. The twine from the butchery package, Jane discovered, could be the most pure aphrodesiac. And she took advantage of it. Jack didn’t quite know what hit him–or rather, knotted him. To her.
twine is what i will wrap you in…making a handle and then lifting our hollow body to take you to the place that mattered most. we are running out of time. string wrapped in string wrapped in you
I found some twine. Underneath those vines. It’s been there for some time. I wanted it to be mine. But mom said it’s fine. I like my new twine. It smells like pine!
we saw the rope uncoil into a simple twine. it’s glory amazed me, and my fellow co workers. we spent the rest of our break watching and smoking out cigarettes.
She ran her fingers across the rough surface of the thick twine as she scurried to school, eyes lowered to the ground as she tried to avoid all the cracks, cursing as she stepped on one. Her school shoe-clad feet danced and hopped about as she skipped nonchanantly, not realising that when she got to school nobody else would be there.
twine is like string. Cats like to play with it because for some reason it keeps them amused. Idiots! If only humans were as easily amused! that’d be the life!
he wrapped the ball of twine in a tight know, pressing it with his fingers with every twist. He then examined the twine, making sure the fibers were smooth and uniform. He had created a masterpiece. A true masterpiece of twine.
The next day he double checked on his masterpiece … only to find it had been disassembled by an unknown source.
She sat by the fire, slowly winding a ball of twine. Her days were long and empty now, her husband long dead and her children left home. She thought back to the days when her life was full, when she and Roger was raising their five children. What she would have done then for five minutes of peace, now she had all day long, almost every day. She let out a long sigh…..
That stupid piece of twine he has wrapped around his wrist reminds me of all the stupid little things I’ve ever wanted to do for him. And why? What was the point of it all? I can’t seem to recall anything but the beginning and the end. Well, I know those twines will fall apart one day, and I hope he’s left with the memories.
her heart was wrapped in twine, drinking wine she dined alone. thick, and scratchy, her heart pulsed in its bitter confinement, in one place.
The single strand of twine was wrapped around my finger, a promise, and a memory I’d sworn never to forget, not matter how much it hurt. The twine tugged at my finger making it impossible to forget, the love, and the memory of it.