I cleaned my dishes.After a while they sparkled like diamonds glimmering in the moonlight.The shine of the plate is like a whole galaxy of stars.
William
The dish was sparkly clean it glimmed in the light. My reflection was able to be seen. I carefully walked towards the cupboard but my hands where shaking and it dropped and smashed. I wonder what was gonna happen cause this was mums favourite dish.
Amy
i dished out one of my favourtive food on a golden dish but all of a sudden the dish fell onto the other dishes
donovan
Today I ate beets. Because that’s all we had. Dishes and dishes of beets. Beets soup. Beets salad. Beets sandwiches.
I hate beets.
They taste like dirt. It’s like I’m eating plates full of dirty dishes.
But when Pa is a beet farmer, it’s either eat a beet or starve. So my sisters and I would eat our beets. Yuck.
Kiri
The dish was delicious. I mean, the actual dish. I ate it, porcelain that it was, and savoured every bit. I loved the crunchiness of it. The little explosions of ceramic in my mouth. I’ll have the plate next.
DM
The dish was now strewn in pieces across the floor, the ribeye steak and mash potatoes glued to the floor with the mushroom gravy she had spent hours preparing.
Dishes, grubby and nasty, yet can be so clean in moments time…if only we were that way.
Ahmes
Dishes can bring people together. It’s around a good meal that people connect and really talk and look in the eyes of one another. I believe a good dish will always be a chance to interact and laugh and make friends.
She picked up the plate and ran her hands over it. Seemed clean enough. She placed the new loaf of bread on it and centered it on the table. Picturesque. Perfect. She straightened the table cloth. Should have run an iron over it.
She entered the kitchen, hands trembling and head exploding. She ran her fingers across the china, picked out the prettiest dish and smashed it against the wall.
It just kept running. I knew I had to catch it, but the moonlight was too dim. I could see it cresting the hill, the cow close by. If I turned my head just right I could redirect the moonlight and shine a light for my path. I was dead set on catching it. The Dish killed my brother, Fork.
And I’d spoon out a heap of revenge by the nights end.
I hate dishes because they are easily breakable. but what if didhes weren’t made up of glass? well, they could be used in more stuff and like more children could use the too but nowadays as all iof dishes are made yup of glasss only mums can use it omggg I know this is lame but okay we can also ut food in our dishes like lOL! I love food in dishes bc umm I can !
muskaan
This must be something divine, just as i was thinking of what to eat and pressed the go button, i see dish. Maybe its someway of the unfathomable universe telling me to make breakfast a higher priority.
Food, cooking, pleasure, my form of meditation. I think of the world and all the traveling i have done, all the food I have experienced. I think of porcelain and what a shame it is that we no longer value those types of things. Dish it, love it, live it.
“No! Not the pepper, there’s no pepper tonight!”
“But Alex!”
“No buts! Everything has to be perfect. I want to make a good impression and you’re going to help me do it!”
I don’t want to run away with a spoon. I don’t want to run away. It’s time that the dish stayed put, held itself to a higher standard, jutted its chin out (as it were – I wish I had a chin), and face reality. My parents would be proud.
Louzah17
I used to be a dish
For years I sat on a shelf in ikea
waiting for my wish
to come true
and then I was bought
by a lovely couple
who served fish
on me
but that was until i broke
whish, swish, crash
So I used to be a dish
but now i’m in a bin in pieces
and my hope decreases…
Steve O
A dish smells like food and looks like delight. Pastries, rice, curry, sweets, soup all make their home very neatly in it and vacate it too all too easily. A dish comes in various sizes, small, big, it can be of plastic, metal, but it always conjures up an image of food and then scrubbing in my head.
Dish, Dish, oh dish,
Smash Smash the stress is gone
Dish dish oh dish,
why am I running out of dishes?
they’re on the floor.
in pieces.
dish dish
oh dish.
Dishes..
Gloria
As the trick-or-treaters reached toward the dish of candy, Missus Lancaster realized that something was very awry. There seemed to be a cold wind blowing from the clustered group of little costumed crusaders, the way it billowed across their capes and gowns and chilled the air in front of them. Watching as Charles from two houses down snatched a handful of mini-Snickers, Missus Lancaster was mute as the nine-year-old boy peered at her with a fanged smile and said, “Happy Halloween!” in an animalistic, very not human snarl.
Belinda Roddie
sdfsdfsfd
Jenny
Dish rhymes with fish. With the fish on the dish we can only but wish for a delish meal. But is that fish were not proper
Jenny
A perfect place to eat is directly down the street from my apartment. I can always smell the fresh baked bread when I open my windows. The wind seems to tease my nose. I love the smell of fresh baked break. What sort of dish are they cooking up today, I always think.
Katlynn Simone
This dish is my dish. I need to wash the dishes! I think it’s been a week. I’m sure my roommate is getting annoyed. I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise! That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. Why didn’t I wash them the other day? I don’t know.
Marcella
A plate, container, that one uses to bake in, put leftovers in, etc. Comes in a million and one different shapes, colors and materialss. Use.it wisely.
Mary WadInski
Oh all that luscious fruit. Can’t understand how some people don’t like it. It has all the necessary things for perfect food. Sweet and tart and smooth and crunch. all the things we all love. You don’t need to add salt or pepper, it’s good just naturally. This is my kind of food.
Rose
Oh that wonderful fruit, all loaded with luscious flavors and all in that attractive dish. Can’t wait to bite into those pears and those strawberries. I wonder how they got all those fruit fresh at one time. The apples look like they are at the peak of their taste and are crying for someone to try them.
Rose
We do so love to dish. Gossip that is. I wonder where that phrase originated. Probably because gossip is so appetizing, but after consumed, it is just as horrendously appalling as the results we get when we overeat a favorite “dish” … Hmm. Better not dish it out if you can’t take it. Lessons learned.
The dish sat amidst all of the others on the kitchen cupboard, the remnants of this evening’s meal drying to a hard crust inside of it. I felt guilty. The pile was overtaking the counter. But I just didn’t have the energy to tackle it tonight. A glass of wine and a little TV time on the couch was so much more appealing. There’s always tomorrow, right?
Tina L. Scott
Dishes are good to break, especially when you are upset and it’s 5 am and you can’t find your K-Cups for your morning joe.
i love mexican dishes. especially those with colorful flowers and designs, very bright. wake you up bright. i love also that they remind me of the hacienda style of home which is my favorite design of all. i love the courtyard in the middle where every room wraps around it andevery room has a perfect view of the couryard. with a water fountain
I’m excited about thanksgiving. So many beautifully prepared southern dishes. Culture. Family. Heritage. My grandmother makes the best stuffing and sides. Generational Bonding.
The dish was a suspiciously dark shade, as if I had dusted a layer of charcoal on top as a garnish and had topped it off with a boatload of pepper.
“Ugh! I should have just stuck to Betty Crocker.”
Shr
They sat across from each other. Gossip rising like the steam from their coffee.
Blue and white, with an intricate, painstaking design. It gleamed under the kitchen light, prized yet never used. Stella remembered the joy she felt when she first unwrapped it, wearing her wedding night lingerie, a satiny white slip. Now she wanted to smash it.
I cleaned my dishes.After a while they sparkled like diamonds glimmering in the moonlight.The shine of the plate is like a whole galaxy of stars.
The dish was sparkly clean it glimmed in the light. My reflection was able to be seen. I carefully walked towards the cupboard but my hands where shaking and it dropped and smashed. I wonder what was gonna happen cause this was mums favourite dish.
i dished out one of my favourtive food on a golden dish but all of a sudden the dish fell onto the other dishes
Today I ate beets. Because that’s all we had. Dishes and dishes of beets. Beets soup. Beets salad. Beets sandwiches.
I hate beets.
They taste like dirt. It’s like I’m eating plates full of dirty dishes.
But when Pa is a beet farmer, it’s either eat a beet or starve. So my sisters and I would eat our beets. Yuck.
The dish was delicious. I mean, the actual dish. I ate it, porcelain that it was, and savoured every bit. I loved the crunchiness of it. The little explosions of ceramic in my mouth. I’ll have the plate next.
The dish was now strewn in pieces across the floor, the ribeye steak and mash potatoes glued to the floor with the mushroom gravy she had spent hours preparing.
Dishes, grubby and nasty, yet can be so clean in moments time…if only we were that way.
Dishes can bring people together. It’s around a good meal that people connect and really talk and look in the eyes of one another. I believe a good dish will always be a chance to interact and laugh and make friends.
She picked up the plate and ran her hands over it. Seemed clean enough. She placed the new loaf of bread on it and centered it on the table. Picturesque. Perfect. She straightened the table cloth. Should have run an iron over it.
oh,
wow,
a dish,
of fish,
but a plate,
would be better.
She entered the kitchen, hands trembling and head exploding. She ran her fingers across the china, picked out the prettiest dish and smashed it against the wall.
It just kept running. I knew I had to catch it, but the moonlight was too dim. I could see it cresting the hill, the cow close by. If I turned my head just right I could redirect the moonlight and shine a light for my path. I was dead set on catching it. The Dish killed my brother, Fork.
And I’d spoon out a heap of revenge by the nights end.
I hate dishes because they are easily breakable. but what if didhes weren’t made up of glass? well, they could be used in more stuff and like more children could use the too but nowadays as all iof dishes are made yup of glasss only mums can use it omggg I know this is lame but okay we can also ut food in our dishes like lOL! I love food in dishes bc umm I can !
This must be something divine, just as i was thinking of what to eat and pressed the go button, i see dish. Maybe its someway of the unfathomable universe telling me to make breakfast a higher priority.
Food, cooking, pleasure, my form of meditation. I think of the world and all the traveling i have done, all the food I have experienced. I think of porcelain and what a shame it is that we no longer value those types of things. Dish it, love it, live it.
He could dish it up all he wanted and she could take it, because she loves him. That’s what it’s all about baby, love.
“No! Not the pepper, there’s no pepper tonight!”
“But Alex!”
“No buts! Everything has to be perfect. I want to make a good impression and you’re going to help me do it!”
I don’t want to run away with a spoon. I don’t want to run away. It’s time that the dish stayed put, held itself to a higher standard, jutted its chin out (as it were – I wish I had a chin), and face reality. My parents would be proud.
I used to be a dish
For years I sat on a shelf in ikea
waiting for my wish
to come true
and then I was bought
by a lovely couple
who served fish
on me
but that was until i broke
whish, swish, crash
So I used to be a dish
but now i’m in a bin in pieces
and my hope decreases…
A dish smells like food and looks like delight. Pastries, rice, curry, sweets, soup all make their home very neatly in it and vacate it too all too easily. A dish comes in various sizes, small, big, it can be of plastic, metal, but it always conjures up an image of food and then scrubbing in my head.
my english
dish
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Dish, Dish, oh dish,
Smash Smash the stress is gone
Dish dish oh dish,
why am I running out of dishes?
they’re on the floor.
in pieces.
dish dish
oh dish.
Dishes..
As the trick-or-treaters reached toward the dish of candy, Missus Lancaster realized that something was very awry. There seemed to be a cold wind blowing from the clustered group of little costumed crusaders, the way it billowed across their capes and gowns and chilled the air in front of them. Watching as Charles from two houses down snatched a handful of mini-Snickers, Missus Lancaster was mute as the nine-year-old boy peered at her with a fanged smile and said, “Happy Halloween!” in an animalistic, very not human snarl.
sdfsdfsfd
Dish rhymes with fish. With the fish on the dish we can only but wish for a delish meal. But is that fish were not proper
A perfect place to eat is directly down the street from my apartment. I can always smell the fresh baked bread when I open my windows. The wind seems to tease my nose. I love the smell of fresh baked break. What sort of dish are they cooking up today, I always think.
This dish is my dish. I need to wash the dishes! I think it’s been a week. I’m sure my roommate is getting annoyed. I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise! That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. Why didn’t I wash them the other day? I don’t know.
A plate, container, that one uses to bake in, put leftovers in, etc. Comes in a million and one different shapes, colors and materialss. Use.it wisely.
Oh all that luscious fruit. Can’t understand how some people don’t like it. It has all the necessary things for perfect food. Sweet and tart and smooth and crunch. all the things we all love. You don’t need to add salt or pepper, it’s good just naturally. This is my kind of food.
Oh that wonderful fruit, all loaded with luscious flavors and all in that attractive dish. Can’t wait to bite into those pears and those strawberries. I wonder how they got all those fruit fresh at one time. The apples look like they are at the peak of their taste and are crying for someone to try them.
We do so love to dish. Gossip that is. I wonder where that phrase originated. Probably because gossip is so appetizing, but after consumed, it is just as horrendously appalling as the results we get when we overeat a favorite “dish” … Hmm. Better not dish it out if you can’t take it. Lessons learned.
The dish sat amidst all of the others on the kitchen cupboard, the remnants of this evening’s meal drying to a hard crust inside of it. I felt guilty. The pile was overtaking the counter. But I just didn’t have the energy to tackle it tonight. A glass of wine and a little TV time on the couch was so much more appealing. There’s always tomorrow, right?
Dishes are good to break, especially when you are upset and it’s 5 am and you can’t find your K-Cups for your morning joe.
i love mexican dishes. especially those with colorful flowers and designs, very bright. wake you up bright. i love also that they remind me of the hacienda style of home which is my favorite design of all. i love the courtyard in the middle where every room wraps around it andevery room has a perfect view of the couryard. with a water fountain
I’m excited about thanksgiving. So many beautifully prepared southern dishes. Culture. Family. Heritage. My grandmother makes the best stuffing and sides. Generational Bonding.
The dish was a suspiciously dark shade, as if I had dusted a layer of charcoal on top as a garnish and had topped it off with a boatload of pepper.
“Ugh! I should have just stuck to Betty Crocker.”
They sat across from each other. Gossip rising like the steam from their coffee.
The silver dish sat on her dresser holding her earrings, and even though it should have been used for a dinnerware, she loved it’s use as it were.
Blue and white, with an intricate, painstaking design. It gleamed under the kitchen light, prized yet never used. Stella remembered the joy she felt when she first unwrapped it, wearing her wedding night lingerie, a satiny white slip. Now she wanted to smash it.