The nut cracked, a zigzag line went around the nut and it broke open. The boy thought it was so funny that he cracked up.
mackenzie
The vase was cracked for old age. :)
awsome shorty
Once, I was getting something from a small cabinet by our front door, and i didn’t know my moms china was in there. I opened it up, and fifteen plates fell out! Only a few were cracked, but i broke a lot
Neko-Chan!!
I-I can’t do this anymore….
They’re making me kill people..
I didn’t want this to happen…
I-I’m so sorry
*Bang!*
Neko-Chan!!
I accidentally cracked eggs before. I was getting them out of the fridge and they fell. I felt so bad
Alisha W
She cracked. After years of being pushed aside and ignored, she cracked. For some odd reason, it felt really good to be able to do and say whatever she wants, it was freeing.
Kenna
They say that chipped vases,
cracked,
let light shine through.
But cracked eggs let yolk leak out.
If you want to step
between the gaps
of the world,
you had best plan for the force of breaking.
Eli
his heart was cracked when I told him the news about his dog, he couldent make it, the man shed a tear for his dog that passes away, when suddenly he heard a bark, his dog was not dead! he was very joyful after that, then he and the dog went home happy
Devon
A few years ago at my sisters birthday party I slipped on a sleeping bag and cracked my head open. It hurt alot. I had to go to the hospital at about two in the morning. Today, I still have a scar on my forehead and its embarrassing because everyone points to the scar on my forehead, and ask what happened.
Faith
The jar fell on the floor and cracked.
“That was my great-grandmother’s!” My mom screamed.
“I’m sorry, Mom; It was an accident.”
Grammar_girl
The horror started when they accidentally hacked into one of those high-risk top secret websites that’ll surely get you in trouble if you mess with it. They’re 15 year old self-taught amateur coders–expert gamers–which got too much time on their hands. It was all fun and games at first when they cracked into the firewalls, but all that excitement immediately turned into fright when they saw men in blood-red suits roaming around their houses after that hacking incident happened.
The cat was playing around a vase when it’s tail hit in to the vase. The vase fell with a loud cracking sound. The cat’s owner ran in to see her vase broken, and cracked on the floor.
Alexandra
The old abandoned hospital held stories in its walls before it became a place of cracked glass and boarded up windows. Ghosts of old patients flutter in an out itching to know why they were here. A girl who became a prisoner to pneumonia, an old man who was just to old, and a mother who didn’t live to see her child blossom. The home hospital was home to other things; rats, weasels, and the occasional teenager who was dared to stay the night. The place looked beautiful in the morning ,with the sunshine seeping through the floating dust, but when it looked truly stunning was at night. The half moon would leak through the window and the tension would be so thick you could hardly cut it with a knife. It had a feel that everyone was anticipating more.
Smiling felt disingenuous, but it came with the territory, so she flashed her best. The Botox was unforgiving and she inwardly winced as a thin line of drool slid down her chin. Thankfully, her assistant was observant and made quick work of feigning a make-up check to dab away the evidence.
i cracked when his eyes met mine, i knew he didn’t care, but i did.
Mary
The wall that had effectively held me back from being who I was born to be cracked under the pressure of the Promises of God. Every time I declared God’s Word another crack appeared until whole sections began to crumble and fall into ruins. I am free!
limakidhouse
This boulder is cracked. Would you like to use Rock Smash?
Some people say I have a cracked sense of humor. that’s all right. I have a cracked a lot of things….That doesn’t make me a bad guy or a bad spirit. That just means I am real because I experience life the way I want to feel it.
Romeo wants to use the Ashley persona as a weapon against humanity, and when Daniel tries to stop him, somehow
Fireball
crack.
it was a noise she was familiar with: the crack of firewood in the grate as the flames finally took hold. the crack of a stone hitting the windshield on long roadtrips with her father. the crack of her finger joints popping into place.
but never before had she heard so many successive, earth shattering cracks.
the crack of the wood beneath her feet. the crack that came from somewhere beind her head. the silent crack in her mind as she realised why her hands were not already pushing her up.
The windscreen was cracked. The crack was small, roughly the size of a dandelion, and flower-shaped, too – spreading out from a single point, like something had been thrown at the glass once upon a time.
“What happened?” I asked the used-car-dealer, putting my eye up to it like a telescope.
“Hell’f I know,” he responded, and although I doubted the story was interesting, I felt mildly dismayed at the fact that I would never find out.
I cracked the free range egg into the pan alongside a battery egg ( that’s when the hens just sit under blaring lights all day and night so that they lay non-stop. It’s terrible). The free ranged egg’s yolk was an orange colour and the battery egg was a slight yellow. Free ranged egg are orange ‘cos the hens get all the nutrients that they need, while on the other hand the battery hen’s egg are a dull yellow because they sit in a cramped up cage with blaring lights.
After an arduous walk through the busy streets of a large city I was unused to, I got home to see that a bump I had in with some angry pedestrians had left all my eggs cracked. The yolk leaked out and congealed over the rest of my groceries.
My soul had shattered and cracked in two the day she said she no longer loved me. I thought, this isn’t what was supposed to happen. You and I were going to fight the world with our love forever. Not crack under the strain of what ifs & could nots. But cracked as your promise was to me, my heart has finally healed. The crack might still be apparent to me, but life’s sweet days has smoothed the rough edges of that scar. And the scar is now a part of my story..not something I regret, just another page in my book, a part of what makes me me.
Hourig
There was something in his eyes hat chilled her to the bone. They looked like orderanry eyes, at least at first. The rest of his face certainly was– careful neutral expression, small smile playing cross his lips. But those eyes… They were WRONG. It wasn’t the color or even the expression, really; just a subtle glint, a wildness that made her feel like something inside him was broken.
The vase was broken, chipped, and flawed. She had tried to glue the pieces together but it was all to no avail. No matter how hard she tried, she’d always see his anger in the cracks of the vase. The seems of the cracks were all filled with glue, but it didn’t matter. The vase was such a metaphor for their broken relationship.
brian
Cracked up. Cracked in the head. Cracked egg. It’s cracked. You’re cracked. Jimmy crack corn. When cracked, my heart can be mended. When broken in two, my heart can’t be mended.
Audrey
The glass shatters. The truth is out.
Relationships are so fragile and yet there is beauty, such beauty in this very fragility.
in the skull, between the legs, through each and every pore. every day, pieces fall and I am cracked open. I become exposed to outside forces and the world gradually finds me out.
The cracked mirror flaked off in pieces, steam from the radiator flowing off at impossible angles in the refracted glass. He couldn’t feel his legs, but that wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the things he *could* feel.
Strix
Looking at the wall in the kitchen there is this mark that has been growing in length each day for the past several weeks. It is not a regular line that seems to be going anywhere, but is a line that will certainly end up somewhere. The main concern is that it will lead to a weakness in the structure of the wall.
the plate fell off the table and cracked. I was so scare that I would get into trouble. My mom was about to find out when she came in the room.
Nikki
You know what amazes me?
As I sit here reading
articles about video games
and thinking about
buying neutral colored shirts
and shorts,
how someone can
walk down the street with their
heels clicking past them
and their skirts flowing
and have the world
take them seriously.
With loads of make up
on their faces
smiling like they don’t have
anything better to do
than roll in the grass
down a hill,
jump rope
on the driveway.
How are they going
to be taken seriously?
their high pitched voices
will seem like a nuisance
and laughter will follow them,
yells and cat calls
driving past them.
Will they be heard?
I sit in my comfort zone
enjoying the view
from the inside,
glass window
women walking by
waving hi.
Cracked; My skin as the sun beats down
Beets in the field, they are dry and need my help.
Help is craved by most and most are unwilling to give any themselves.
Cracked is the skin of the earth!
Jack Crawford
I knew that eventually, the teacher was bound to crack. And crack he did. The first clue was that he walked into the classroom without a necktie on. His shirt’s top two buttons were undone, exposing the initial tuft of untamed chest hair. The second clue was the fact that he remained standing in front of the class, rather than collapsing into his desk as if our very presence winded him. The third, well, that was obvious – the veins in his eyes were as large and red as Hell’s tunnels.
Belinda Roddie
The window sparkled with the sun shining through the rain drops. Tiny reflections playing tricks with the light. That one long crack through the pane causing a break in the beauty.
I sat on the edge of the sidewalk and stared at the cracks in the street in front of me and wondered where they came from. Whose worn shoes have stepped over it in a childhood exclamation of break your mommas back before they learn where real cracks come from and the pain the bring with them
The nut cracked, a zigzag line went around the nut and it broke open. The boy thought it was so funny that he cracked up.
The vase was cracked for old age. :)
Once, I was getting something from a small cabinet by our front door, and i didn’t know my moms china was in there. I opened it up, and fifteen plates fell out! Only a few were cracked, but i broke a lot
I-I can’t do this anymore….
They’re making me kill people..
I didn’t want this to happen…
I-I’m so sorry
*Bang!*
I accidentally cracked eggs before. I was getting them out of the fridge and they fell. I felt so bad
She cracked. After years of being pushed aside and ignored, she cracked. For some odd reason, it felt really good to be able to do and say whatever she wants, it was freeing.
They say that chipped vases,
cracked,
let light shine through.
But cracked eggs let yolk leak out.
If you want to step
between the gaps
of the world,
you had best plan for the force of breaking.
his heart was cracked when I told him the news about his dog, he couldent make it, the man shed a tear for his dog that passes away, when suddenly he heard a bark, his dog was not dead! he was very joyful after that, then he and the dog went home happy
A few years ago at my sisters birthday party I slipped on a sleeping bag and cracked my head open. It hurt alot. I had to go to the hospital at about two in the morning. Today, I still have a scar on my forehead and its embarrassing because everyone points to the scar on my forehead, and ask what happened.
The jar fell on the floor and cracked.
“That was my great-grandmother’s!” My mom screamed.
“I’m sorry, Mom; It was an accident.”
The horror started when they accidentally hacked into one of those high-risk top secret websites that’ll surely get you in trouble if you mess with it. They’re 15 year old self-taught amateur coders–expert gamers–which got too much time on their hands. It was all fun and games at first when they cracked into the firewalls, but all that excitement immediately turned into fright when they saw men in blood-red suits roaming around their houses after that hacking incident happened.
The cat was playing around a vase when it’s tail hit in to the vase. The vase fell with a loud cracking sound. The cat’s owner ran in to see her vase broken, and cracked on the floor.
The old abandoned hospital held stories in its walls before it became a place of cracked glass and boarded up windows. Ghosts of old patients flutter in an out itching to know why they were here. A girl who became a prisoner to pneumonia, an old man who was just to old, and a mother who didn’t live to see her child blossom. The home hospital was home to other things; rats, weasels, and the occasional teenager who was dared to stay the night. The place looked beautiful in the morning ,with the sunshine seeping through the floating dust, but when it looked truly stunning was at night. The half moon would leak through the window and the tension would be so thick you could hardly cut it with a knife. It had a feel that everyone was anticipating more.
Smiling felt disingenuous, but it came with the territory, so she flashed her best. The Botox was unforgiving and she inwardly winced as a thin line of drool slid down her chin. Thankfully, her assistant was observant and made quick work of feigning a make-up check to dab away the evidence.
i cracked when his eyes met mine, i knew he didn’t care, but i did.
The wall that had effectively held me back from being who I was born to be cracked under the pressure of the Promises of God. Every time I declared God’s Word another crack appeared until whole sections began to crumble and fall into ruins. I am free!
This boulder is cracked. Would you like to use Rock Smash?
(YES)
(POKÉMON) used Rock Smash!
Some people say I have a cracked sense of humor. that’s all right. I have a cracked a lot of things….That doesn’t make me a bad guy or a bad spirit. That just means I am real because I experience life the way I want to feel it.
H-Force: The Lurid View
Romeo wants to use the Ashley persona as a weapon against humanity, and when Daniel tries to stop him, somehow
crack.
it was a noise she was familiar with: the crack of firewood in the grate as the flames finally took hold. the crack of a stone hitting the windshield on long roadtrips with her father. the crack of her finger joints popping into place.
but never before had she heard so many successive, earth shattering cracks.
the crack of the wood beneath her feet. the crack that came from somewhere beind her head. the silent crack in her mind as she realised why her hands were not already pushing her up.
The windscreen was cracked. The crack was small, roughly the size of a dandelion, and flower-shaped, too – spreading out from a single point, like something had been thrown at the glass once upon a time.
“What happened?” I asked the used-car-dealer, putting my eye up to it like a telescope.
“Hell’f I know,” he responded, and although I doubted the story was interesting, I felt mildly dismayed at the fact that I would never find out.
I cracked the free range egg into the pan alongside a battery egg ( that’s when the hens just sit under blaring lights all day and night so that they lay non-stop. It’s terrible). The free ranged egg’s yolk was an orange colour and the battery egg was a slight yellow. Free ranged egg are orange ‘cos the hens get all the nutrients that they need, while on the other hand the battery hen’s egg are a dull yellow because they sit in a cramped up cage with blaring lights.
After an arduous walk through the busy streets of a large city I was unused to, I got home to see that a bump I had in with some angry pedestrians had left all my eggs cracked. The yolk leaked out and congealed over the rest of my groceries.
You have me cracked at my seams
Everything I had carefully glued together
Is pried open when
My soul had shattered and cracked in two the day she said she no longer loved me. I thought, this isn’t what was supposed to happen. You and I were going to fight the world with our love forever. Not crack under the strain of what ifs & could nots. But cracked as your promise was to me, my heart has finally healed. The crack might still be apparent to me, but life’s sweet days has smoothed the rough edges of that scar. And the scar is now a part of my story..not something I regret, just another page in my book, a part of what makes me me.
There was something in his eyes hat chilled her to the bone. They looked like orderanry eyes, at least at first. The rest of his face certainly was– careful neutral expression, small smile playing cross his lips. But those eyes… They were WRONG. It wasn’t the color or even the expression, really; just a subtle glint, a wildness that made her feel like something inside him was broken.
The vase was broken, chipped, and flawed. She had tried to glue the pieces together but it was all to no avail. No matter how hard she tried, she’d always see his anger in the cracks of the vase. The seems of the cracks were all filled with glue, but it didn’t matter. The vase was such a metaphor for their broken relationship.
Cracked up. Cracked in the head. Cracked egg. It’s cracked. You’re cracked. Jimmy crack corn. When cracked, my heart can be mended. When broken in two, my heart can’t be mended.
The glass shatters. The truth is out.
Relationships are so fragile and yet there is beauty, such beauty in this very fragility.
Like mirrors they show facets of human nature
Yet perhaps they are
Broken
in the skull, between the legs, through each and every pore. every day, pieces fall and I am cracked open. I become exposed to outside forces and the world gradually finds me out.
The cracked mirror flaked off in pieces, steam from the radiator flowing off at impossible angles in the refracted glass. He couldn’t feel his legs, but that wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the things he *could* feel.
Looking at the wall in the kitchen there is this mark that has been growing in length each day for the past several weeks. It is not a regular line that seems to be going anywhere, but is a line that will certainly end up somewhere. The main concern is that it will lead to a weakness in the structure of the wall.
i liked this
the plate fell off the table and cracked. I was so scare that I would get into trouble. My mom was about to find out when she came in the room.
You know what amazes me?
As I sit here reading
articles about video games
and thinking about
buying neutral colored shirts
and shorts,
how someone can
walk down the street with their
heels clicking past them
and their skirts flowing
and have the world
take them seriously.
With loads of make up
on their faces
smiling like they don’t have
anything better to do
than roll in the grass
down a hill,
jump rope
on the driveway.
How are they going
to be taken seriously?
their high pitched voices
will seem like a nuisance
and laughter will follow them,
yells and cat calls
driving past them.
Will they be heard?
I sit in my comfort zone
enjoying the view
from the inside,
glass window
women walking by
waving hi.
How will women
ever be taken seriously?
Cracked; My skin as the sun beats down
Beets in the field, they are dry and need my help.
Help is craved by most and most are unwilling to give any themselves.
Cracked is the skin of the earth!
I knew that eventually, the teacher was bound to crack. And crack he did. The first clue was that he walked into the classroom without a necktie on. His shirt’s top two buttons were undone, exposing the initial tuft of untamed chest hair. The second clue was the fact that he remained standing in front of the class, rather than collapsing into his desk as if our very presence winded him. The third, well, that was obvious – the veins in his eyes were as large and red as Hell’s tunnels.
The window sparkled with the sun shining through the rain drops. Tiny reflections playing tricks with the light. That one long crack through the pane causing a break in the beauty.
I sat on the edge of the sidewalk and stared at the cracks in the street in front of me and wondered where they came from. Whose worn shoes have stepped over it in a childhood exclamation of break your mommas back before they learn where real cracks come from and the pain the bring with them
broken old screens shattered dreams reinvent against the premanent