it’s silver and flexible. it flows all over the house. it’s great to have but breaks when it’s needed most. handles heat will until heat handles it. is always full of dryer lint. sends hot air outside. sometimes flakes and falls apart in my hands.
Gina
I thought it would be fun to try what I’ve seen on TV dozens of times. Just a strip of duct tape, pressed to my mouth like some poor hostage. Then, with one quick motion, RIPPING it off my face. In theory, it was an exercise in proving my toughness. In reality, I had silvery muck on my cheeks for days, and a quick motion drawn out into the slowest, most painful bandaid removal of my life.
Like breast duct? How funny (funny not being the right word) to get this word now, today, as I anxiously await my mastectomy on Wednesday. Hopefully they will not find any signs of cancer in my…. not ducts, why am I blanking on the word? Nodes? In any case, I already DO have cancer in my ducts, which is why the chemo and probably the radiation and…. Let me write about another kind of duct. Tear duct. Will I cry after my surgery? Will my ducts serve as a way to cleanse myself of grief. To relieve some of the built up anxiety, perhaps? To express joy about being on the other side and being healthy and alive and able to watch my children grow and age and fall in love and find jobs and express their own joys and grief? What else can I write with my 60 seconds? I can’t believe it hasn’t been 60 seconds yet! I could write about duct tape. Always handy to have that around, my old boyfriend used to say. He’s right– just the other day, we went searching for duct tape to pull out the cactus hairs in my son’t hand and bottom! A neat trick, that was. Still not 60 seconds? That’s impossible. Maybe I’m supposed to time and stop myself?
Jenny Bender
Caught in the air duct. How did I get here? How long have I been here? The silver surface is coated in dust, and now that dust is covering my fine white coat. I knew I should have never tried to escape from my gilded cage. But then, I didn’t know what vile experiments they would try on me.
Anakin remembered that one day when he had been playing in the ventilation ducts of his father’s spaceship, and almost got sucked out into space. He swore he would never play in a ship’s ventilation system again, no matter how much he had enjoyed that “Die Hard” movie. If only the engineers he had hired to design the Death Star had known this, they might not have put in an exhaust port that connected the main reactor directly to the outside of the ship.
tonykeyesjapan
Duct tape fixes everything. Everyone knows that. But as I watched my car tires roll away as I spun out of control, I began to doubt the validity of this claim.
Michael
A man got stuck in an air duct. You see, he was super hungry, and smelled food. He followed the smell, and found it led to an air duct. He wasn’t really thinking straight, so he just climbed in the air duct, and got stuck.
Dug Holes
The word duct is such a weird word. I don’t know what else to write about.
Krystal
Once I had a pet duct. His name was Fred. Fred and I went on many adventures. We crawled through the duct. And got duct tape. And a ninja star was going to kill us, but we duct! and then we oh no
Bobb
The duct lead him straight to the enemy, but this plan had been in place for months. No, he thought, years. He remembered the day they had made an enemy out of him–the day they had killed his dog for sport. He was five years old then, but he still remembered it like yesterday.
Daniel
we have duct tape i dont really know what duct means.
aeryal neurohr
I hate Ducts they are just so hollow there is only a couple of things you can do with ducts there is duct tape and there is
Tyler
Quack quack. The duct shouldn’t have been making that noise, but this was a dream after all. Or was it? He never should have accepted that drink from that stranger. Who knew what was inside it?
Johnny
The duct was so far beneath me that I didnt know if i could make the jump to escape out of this stupid prison. I didnt even belong here. I decided to jump anyway. I jump and I realize it’s has a huge pond-like water thing at the bottom.
Jordan
The average young man was walking down the neighborhood when he realized there was a small duct under this stranger abandoned house down the street.. what was under it you’ll never know until you go under the house and check it out.
Julie Pressley
The duct tape on his mouth was falling off now. It’s been 6 hours when i first applied it.
Edi Kemp
Duct not a normal every day use word but today I find myself saying it every three seco
bradin
I grabbed the duct tape and put on one of the children’s mouth to get some sleep. I kept hearing mumbling and I looked to the child and said “shh! ” the child shook his head and I glared at him.
Tyranie rutsch
the Duct is where it is i told him it is the duct i put it there to keep it safe i hate to give it up but i;m staring down the barrel of a 243 rifle so
Tyler
The duct underneath his eyes was smashed into pieces, but he had expected this going into the fight. In fact, he would have been surprised if at least a few of his features weren’t desecrated in the cage battle due to his inexperience with any kind of combat whatsoever. Sure, it hurt, but he knew it was coming.
Daniel
tape, piping the word makes me think of pipes more than actual tape, probably because i associate that with a certain american-ness. if that is indeed word. It also makes think of die hard which is never a bad thing. what are those weird corrugated pipes you sometimes see in airvents or dryers?
Bill
It was hard to pass by the duct.And I was all groggy and I feel like slime inside this.
How wonderful was I when I was plated up,but after the mouth right till I get away,I am only slime!!
Malavika
There is a problem that’s been ongoing in my household: having to deal with the air duct inside the bathroom. It’s been cutting out because we keep it on nearly every single hour. On Okinawa, it’s an important part because it helps keep the mold down to a minimum. The humidity on this small, beautiful island is ridiculous even after living here for the first 10 years. Afterwards, it’s just like living in a sauna eight months annually on average. =]
It was emptying out into the river. She watched the mud mix with the algae and turn the water grey. Everything was a little bit grey, she thought. People, plants, the sky. It was all just different colors of grey.
She sighed.
Night was coming.
Dana
Ducts are tubes. They can be seen in the body, man-made pipes and tubes etc.
Alejandre San Pedro
Dexter was shaking as a leaf and backed away from the intimidating stranger. The stranger beckoned for his friend who provided him a roll of duct tape. The stranger proceeded to strip a layer of duct tape and applied in on Dexter’s mouth.
Midori-chan
for air conditioning system you see duct to control the flow of cool air and also take out the air
Abdul Rasheed
The duct work was immaculate. I peered up into the darkness, breathing in deeply to prepare myself, mentally. That was a really small duct. Was I really going to do this? Before I could answer myself, my partners in crime lifted me and shoved me up through the hole.
“This is going to suck,” I said aloud.
There was a whole sandstorm in her eyes. She’d woken after a thousand year slumber, and her eyelids were caked shut with something thicker than mud and harder than stone. Slowly, she tested her bindings, waiting for the hard clay that covered every inch of her old flesh to crack and fall apart, as she rose. Rose out of dust and time to shower a world that had forgotten her in her ancient gold and glory.
He crawls through the duct as fast as he can, air growing hotter and hotter despite the suit suffocating him, entrapping his all too frail body. The once immortal curses but keeps moving, hating and loving the tinny voice shrieking in his ear to move faster dammit. Because they’re right behind him and they know it.
KylHoll
I hate when lecturers
lecture me
like i wasn’t even listening,
duct tape my mouth
so as to not ask any
dumb questions.
And sometimes I would
write my notes and
draw dragons on the side,
breathing fiery knowledge
at my side,
giving me words to
spit back at the people who
think children don’t
think,
children just lie
and lie around,
don’t even hear
adults, the sound
flowing through their
cerebral spinal fluid.
Lecturing works,
they say,
lecturing works
because children need to sit still,
don’t question,
sit still and listen
to everything that comes out of adults
because adults are right.
Don’t think critically,
don’t be ridiculously
thinking that’s alright, to question
authority.
Authority is for you to listen to
and everything else
is just background noise.
I found a roll of duct tape underneath my father’s bed and wondered just what he planned to do with it. Keep in mind, this was after I found a hammer, a box of pushpins, and a switchblade in the exact same spot on the dusty carpet. I was collecting all of these items and putting them in a wooden chest of my own, kept away from my father’s sight. He never brought up any of the missing objects, so I didn’t say anything about them, either.
Belinda Roddie
The metal clanked beneath Jane’s belly; part of this was the sound of her toes hitting the bottom of the duct, and part was independent rattling and growling of pipes. She knew she has passed over a hot water line when she felt the warmth against her palms through the metal.
The man looked away. The ducts of the pipes above his head showed no signs of improving despite the maintenance teams above him- the city of Rome’s aquaducts were falling apart gradually. And there was nothing anyone could do. Piece by piece, the lead fell away.
Troelli
Duct tape really CAN fix everything. Except relationships, she thought to herself. Myth and I have known each other for centuries… and yet he STILL won’t accept the apology I didn’t even owe him- and that was eons ago! It’s not MY fault those people reacted the way they did. Why can’t he understand that?!
Nicole M.
There is a rat scurrying along inside the air duct between my room and the kitchen downstairs. I’m not sure if he’s inside it or on top of it, but the sound seems like it would be the same.
Scott
Now this was certainly familiar. Oh sure, the pain in his knees was new, and he wasn’t quite as svelt as he was when he first signed up, but even so, there was a certain nostalgic ease to crawling through this ventilation shaft. The laser beams up ahead, however, those might prove to be a young man’s game.
I bought some colorful duct tape a few days ago, and I’ve been using it to make all kinds of things, including flowers and bracelets. It was somewhat expensive, but I might actually buy more.
it’s silver and flexible. it flows all over the house. it’s great to have but breaks when it’s needed most. handles heat will until heat handles it. is always full of dryer lint. sends hot air outside. sometimes flakes and falls apart in my hands.
I thought it would be fun to try what I’ve seen on TV dozens of times. Just a strip of duct tape, pressed to my mouth like some poor hostage. Then, with one quick motion, RIPPING it off my face. In theory, it was an exercise in proving my toughness. In reality, I had silvery muck on my cheeks for days, and a quick motion drawn out into the slowest, most painful bandaid removal of my life.
Like breast duct? How funny (funny not being the right word) to get this word now, today, as I anxiously await my mastectomy on Wednesday. Hopefully they will not find any signs of cancer in my…. not ducts, why am I blanking on the word? Nodes? In any case, I already DO have cancer in my ducts, which is why the chemo and probably the radiation and…. Let me write about another kind of duct. Tear duct. Will I cry after my surgery? Will my ducts serve as a way to cleanse myself of grief. To relieve some of the built up anxiety, perhaps? To express joy about being on the other side and being healthy and alive and able to watch my children grow and age and fall in love and find jobs and express their own joys and grief? What else can I write with my 60 seconds? I can’t believe it hasn’t been 60 seconds yet! I could write about duct tape. Always handy to have that around, my old boyfriend used to say. He’s right– just the other day, we went searching for duct tape to pull out the cactus hairs in my son’t hand and bottom! A neat trick, that was. Still not 60 seconds? That’s impossible. Maybe I’m supposed to time and stop myself?
Caught in the air duct. How did I get here? How long have I been here? The silver surface is coated in dust, and now that dust is covering my fine white coat. I knew I should have never tried to escape from my gilded cage. But then, I didn’t know what vile experiments they would try on me.
Anakin remembered that one day when he had been playing in the ventilation ducts of his father’s spaceship, and almost got sucked out into space. He swore he would never play in a ship’s ventilation system again, no matter how much he had enjoyed that “Die Hard” movie. If only the engineers he had hired to design the Death Star had known this, they might not have put in an exhaust port that connected the main reactor directly to the outside of the ship.
Duct tape fixes everything. Everyone knows that. But as I watched my car tires roll away as I spun out of control, I began to doubt the validity of this claim.
A man got stuck in an air duct. You see, he was super hungry, and smelled food. He followed the smell, and found it led to an air duct. He wasn’t really thinking straight, so he just climbed in the air duct, and got stuck.
The word duct is such a weird word. I don’t know what else to write about.
Once I had a pet duct. His name was Fred. Fred and I went on many adventures. We crawled through the duct. And got duct tape. And a ninja star was going to kill us, but we duct! and then we oh no
The duct lead him straight to the enemy, but this plan had been in place for months. No, he thought, years. He remembered the day they had made an enemy out of him–the day they had killed his dog for sport. He was five years old then, but he still remembered it like yesterday.
we have duct tape i dont really know what duct means.
I hate Ducts they are just so hollow there is only a couple of things you can do with ducts there is duct tape and there is
Quack quack. The duct shouldn’t have been making that noise, but this was a dream after all. Or was it? He never should have accepted that drink from that stranger. Who knew what was inside it?
The duct was so far beneath me that I didnt know if i could make the jump to escape out of this stupid prison. I didnt even belong here. I decided to jump anyway. I jump and I realize it’s has a huge pond-like water thing at the bottom.
The average young man was walking down the neighborhood when he realized there was a small duct under this stranger abandoned house down the street.. what was under it you’ll never know until you go under the house and check it out.
The duct tape on his mouth was falling off now. It’s been 6 hours when i first applied it.
Duct not a normal every day use word but today I find myself saying it every three seco
I grabbed the duct tape and put on one of the children’s mouth to get some sleep. I kept hearing mumbling and I looked to the child and said “shh! ” the child shook his head and I glared at him.
the Duct is where it is i told him it is the duct i put it there to keep it safe i hate to give it up but i;m staring down the barrel of a 243 rifle so
The duct underneath his eyes was smashed into pieces, but he had expected this going into the fight. In fact, he would have been surprised if at least a few of his features weren’t desecrated in the cage battle due to his inexperience with any kind of combat whatsoever. Sure, it hurt, but he knew it was coming.
tape, piping the word makes me think of pipes more than actual tape, probably because i associate that with a certain american-ness. if that is indeed word. It also makes think of die hard which is never a bad thing. what are those weird corrugated pipes you sometimes see in airvents or dryers?
It was hard to pass by the duct.And I was all groggy and I feel like slime inside this.
How wonderful was I when I was plated up,but after the mouth right till I get away,I am only slime!!
There is a problem that’s been ongoing in my household: having to deal with the air duct inside the bathroom. It’s been cutting out because we keep it on nearly every single hour. On Okinawa, it’s an important part because it helps keep the mold down to a minimum. The humidity on this small, beautiful island is ridiculous even after living here for the first 10 years. Afterwards, it’s just like living in a sauna eight months annually on average. =]
It was emptying out into the river. She watched the mud mix with the algae and turn the water grey. Everything was a little bit grey, she thought. People, plants, the sky. It was all just different colors of grey.
She sighed.
Night was coming.
Ducts are tubes. They can be seen in the body, man-made pipes and tubes etc.
Dexter was shaking as a leaf and backed away from the intimidating stranger. The stranger beckoned for his friend who provided him a roll of duct tape. The stranger proceeded to strip a layer of duct tape and applied in on Dexter’s mouth.
for air conditioning system you see duct to control the flow of cool air and also take out the air
The duct work was immaculate. I peered up into the darkness, breathing in deeply to prepare myself, mentally. That was a really small duct. Was I really going to do this? Before I could answer myself, my partners in crime lifted me and shoved me up through the hole.
“This is going to suck,” I said aloud.
There was a whole sandstorm in her eyes. She’d woken after a thousand year slumber, and her eyelids were caked shut with something thicker than mud and harder than stone. Slowly, she tested her bindings, waiting for the hard clay that covered every inch of her old flesh to crack and fall apart, as she rose. Rose out of dust and time to shower a world that had forgotten her in her ancient gold and glory.
He crawls through the duct as fast as he can, air growing hotter and hotter despite the suit suffocating him, entrapping his all too frail body. The once immortal curses but keeps moving, hating and loving the tinny voice shrieking in his ear to move faster dammit. Because they’re right behind him and they know it.
I hate when lecturers
lecture me
like i wasn’t even listening,
duct tape my mouth
so as to not ask any
dumb questions.
And sometimes I would
write my notes and
draw dragons on the side,
breathing fiery knowledge
at my side,
giving me words to
spit back at the people who
think children don’t
think,
children just lie
and lie around,
don’t even hear
adults, the sound
flowing through their
cerebral spinal fluid.
Lecturing works,
they say,
lecturing works
because children need to sit still,
don’t question,
sit still and listen
to everything that comes out of adults
because adults are right.
Don’t think critically,
don’t be ridiculously
thinking that’s alright, to question
authority.
Authority is for you to listen to
and everything else
is just background noise.
I found a roll of duct tape underneath my father’s bed and wondered just what he planned to do with it. Keep in mind, this was after I found a hammer, a box of pushpins, and a switchblade in the exact same spot on the dusty carpet. I was collecting all of these items and putting them in a wooden chest of my own, kept away from my father’s sight. He never brought up any of the missing objects, so I didn’t say anything about them, either.
The metal clanked beneath Jane’s belly; part of this was the sound of her toes hitting the bottom of the duct, and part was independent rattling and growling of pipes. She knew she has passed over a hot water line when she felt the warmth against her palms through the metal.
She laughed, and began to cry. Oh how she hated having such watery eyes.
The man looked away. The ducts of the pipes above his head showed no signs of improving despite the maintenance teams above him- the city of Rome’s aquaducts were falling apart gradually. And there was nothing anyone could do. Piece by piece, the lead fell away.
Duct tape really CAN fix everything. Except relationships, she thought to herself. Myth and I have known each other for centuries… and yet he STILL won’t accept the apology I didn’t even owe him- and that was eons ago! It’s not MY fault those people reacted the way they did. Why can’t he understand that?!
There is a rat scurrying along inside the air duct between my room and the kitchen downstairs. I’m not sure if he’s inside it or on top of it, but the sound seems like it would be the same.
Now this was certainly familiar. Oh sure, the pain in his knees was new, and he wasn’t quite as svelt as he was when he first signed up, but even so, there was a certain nostalgic ease to crawling through this ventilation shaft. The laser beams up ahead, however, those might prove to be a young man’s game.
Ducts are pathways, I think, through flesh or piping. I think milk and breastfeeding, I think babies at breasts.
I bought some colorful duct tape a few days ago, and I’ve been using it to make all kinds of things, including flowers and bracelets. It was somewhat expensive, but I might actually buy more.