shred

November 19th, 2015

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50 Responses to “shred”

  1. “Shred it!”
    “No way man, I’ll cut my fingers!”
    “Are you telling me you’ve never shredded cheese before?”
    “No. Yes. Maybe.”
    “Dude, how do you make nachos?”
    “I don’t.”
    “Pizza?”
    “I order pizza.”
    “Tuna melts?!”
    “Stop it.”

  2. When I tell stories I like to exaggerate them, like a ton. I was in the kitchen making pizza on a Friday and that’s when it happened, the blood, they crying and screaming, that was the day I lost my hand cutting cheese in the shredder. I never want to shred cheese again, the memories haunt me. Now I walk around with no hand, wishing another one will grow, but I doubt that will happen. Unless The Great Aslan will come a breathe and a new hand will magically appear.

    Faith
  3. Every toy we give her she shreds it, I said to myself. ” I think we should just give her a tire,” momma joked. ” We could buy her some tight strong rope?” Lil Faith suggested. Wow were gonna need alot of thinking to find out what to get her as a toy, her teeth are so sharp, she jaw is so strong for a dog. “You know what momma, I think a tire is a good idea” I said. they all laughed

    Devon
  4. the meat in the factory was shred into pieces by the big machine IT WAS NOT HORSE MEAT!!!!!

    HORSECRAZYGIRL
  5. it means to cut up in tiny lil pieces which is what Beyonce does everytime she gives aperormance. yayayayayayay its gonna be okay. shreds are cool tho they are so satisfying its like these tiny bits are all mine and they are so smol and i like them yayay

    Repuli
  6. shred my skin. shred my arms. shred my soul.

    mama was in the kitchen, shredding the white cheese. i could feel the wall between us and how nothing would ever fix it.

  7. Hi!

    Haiden
  8. I slip on my favorite pair of snow boots, the orange ones. Skiing at night is always dangerous, so I always hope that I return home without a missing body part. Once both of them are strapped nice and tight, I relax in the swing chair, taking me to the top of the hill. I have never been on this part of the hill, so having a new and thrilling part should be enthralling for me.
    It’s time. I jump off the chair and am already begin my descent down the hill, shredding to my heart’s content. The breeze on my face is nice.

    Haiden
  9. What is she without a dream or the clarity to recognize its vast and illogical meanings? She thinks to herself about the days that pass, the tags and the numbers and the expectations, and concludes if all she is an acorn in a vast and uncaring cosmic sea, then she’s going to shred it all down into building blocks and read the contents like a graph of logical conclusions.

    -The first step is always to clean the slate.

  10. sherd is like she put the paper in the shedder.

    talaya holmes
  11. The manic girl wound her hair around and around her finger as she stared at the dog laying at her feet. She felt as though her heart would shred into pieces if just one more thing went wrong. What could she do?

  12. He peeled her sweater, leaving her in nothing but a thin t-shirt. “Okay, it’s okay. I’m just gonna dress the cut, okay?” She was shivering in the cold and the blood didn’t stop flowing.

  13. pieces, small –big
    one now many.
    diconnected/separated
    whole again
    NO!

  14. piece. small — big.
    once whole and single
    many, disconnect
    join again
    no.

  15. Mom shreds her paper into many many strings
    When she shreds them it makes me want to scream
    they all get piled up on the hill where paper goes
    When she shreds the paper it might just be me but I cant really hear myself think.

    Anna frank
  16. Mom shreds her paper into many many strings
    When she shreds them it makes me want to scream
    they all get piled up on the hill where paper goes to be shred

    Anna frank
  17. Shredded chicken tastes best with mayo in a sandwich. Oh so tasty! I also prefer it in a chorizo sauce or in soup. Those cold damp nights when you’re down with flu and sick. Shred is just red with a little bit of shhhhh! Frankly any shredded meat is a goood idea, well at least for me. could live off meats for ever and the best part is that I am not even exaggerating.

    Shubhangi
  18. my soul was shredded apart.

    Maia
  19. My soul was shredded apart as he told me his news, I fell away, my heart sank falling out of my body.

    Maia
  20. clothes tearing
    skateboarding
    skin shredding as someone is ripped apart emotionally
    death

    Maia
  21. Лоскуток… материя порванная на кусочки… один, пестрый как жизнь… другой – цвета легкого неба… и еще… и еще… тонкая нитка… острая иголка… сшить все вместе в роман, в одеяло бесконечности, в скатерть дороги, где по краям – лоскутки полей, а посередине – лоскуты булыжников и щебня… фрагменты мозаики, складывающиеся в твое существование

    Татьяна
  22. Such a violent word at first. Shred – to tear. Also good. Not in the sense of food, but in life. You must shred the unwanted parts of you and leave them behind to make room and become more of the person you truly are and want to be. Perhaps I am thinking of shed. I like shred better though – not in a violent way, but finite. Taking charge. I give up, I’m so damn dramatic.

    bobbi
  23. Torn to shreds upon an ocean floor, I awaken in the midst of an inner war brewing a storm in the walls of my mind. Crossed the line, abstractions abort.

  24. thats what she wanted to do. Shred everything. All the pictures, all the letters, the postcard she found under the bed, the ticket stubs from that trip they took years ago, all the memories and also all the feelings. Just Shred it all. She felt frantic for a moment, imagining the living room, dining room, the entire house filled with the little shreddings everywhere. She would be satisfied.

  25. All around me in the office are piles and piles of apeer. Boxes line the wall, filing cabinets bulge at the seams. All of this because of the desire to hoard and to keep all forms of paper. For a while it is necessary to take charge, to make a difference, to be your own boss and to shred the paper.

  26. I got a shred of sadness. I do know why, but I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just something that I have to solve.

    Patricio
  27. Give me all the pieces, baby, give me you when you’re not whole no more, not self no more, just shredded paper or sawdust or the dry salt remains of tears. Do it, because I know you want to. I’ve watched you years, hell I’ve helped you years. You’re not the kind to get help, not the kind to believe in yourself, you’re the kind to take falling down as a chance to make gravity your lover and the depths of the world your aim. Give me your pieces, give me your fallen apart, ripped apart, gone gone gone self, because when you’re cracked all open, the nut in the middle is all the joy you’ve got.

  28. Lawrence held the paper in his hands and couldn’t help creasing it in his rigid grip. This was not possible. Ten years after leaving the family to seek a life in New York, his brother George – or rather, his sister Georgia, as she preferred to be called – was suing him and his parents for emotional damage. He wanted to shred the letter with his bare fingers, rip it into pieces, but something – he couldn’t ascertain as to what, exactly – stopped him from doing so.

    Belinda Roddie
  29. The paper shredded in her hands much too easily, and for just one second she regretted it. Then the sky filled with white confetti and the freedom overtook her. For one, glorious moment, she knew what it was to soar.

  30. Shreds of conversations flew in one ear and out the other. Shreds of glass pricked at the skin until there was nothing but scars. Shreds of hope blew away like they were specks of dust.

    marie benedetti
  31. I was so sure of my acquittal in case because I was innocent and believed in judicial system . However, all my proof of innocence and arguments were shredded in court by opponent capable lawyer. It was too late but I learned that It does not matter that you are innocent are not but what really matters is that how competent lawyer you can hire.

    yas
  32. Time for the shredder to go into the shed. It had been a long hot afternoon, pulling away at all the overgrowth in my aunty’s back-yard and yet it still hadn’t looked like we had made any progress in tidying it up. There was a heavy sigh of relief from one of my younger cousins when they were told that we were going to stop for the day.

    tamarabisseker
  33. okey again I said I dont know waht that word means but checking on the dictionary would take too long for me so have are you? hello there! is raining here writing in english is kinda hard when time flies oh my god little time well goodbye!!

    lole
  34. Take my heart in your hands. Hold it firmly. Squeeze it until it bleeds. Feel your fingers twitch with every last beat. Pull apart the strings. Shred my heart to pieces. Take it. Do it. It already feels like you have.

    kly
  35. The puppy shredded the pillow. Feathers everywhere, not to mention all the linen too, torn in half and tossed about. The puppy had no idea just how much throw pillows cost to care when his little pointy puppy teeth hurt.

    Jack Attack
  36. Left naked
    all skin
    and
    chill

    More than that

    not even a
    thread,
    or shred
    of
    muscle.

    Brain exposed
    all curvy and
    intestinal

    blood pumping
    rivers, through

    just
    air.

  37. There could be no more evidence, nothing left for them to find. I tore the pieces into even smaller pieces and tossed them from the window with fervor, watching them scatter on the wind. There. It was finished. There was no way they could find it now, no way to prove my guilt. I was free, free as those pieces on the wind, free to drift wherever I please with not a care in the world

  38. our shredder never worked. it was a tiny little at home shredder you were supposed to latch onto a trash can. we got it to make my dad’s life easier but it always jammed and i think it just increased the cursing heard throughout tax season. my dad’s an accountant and so he does our taxes. why go to h&r block when a CPA lives in the house. unfortunately that meant he basically worked weekends and nights during tax season – not great for his mental health or the energy of our home.

  39. The shredder never worked. We had a small one and it was supposed to make my dad’s life easier but it just made him curse even more as he did the taxes. He’s an accountant; we never sent our taxes to a professional because our dad is the professional. But, that basically means he works nights and weekends.

    Mariah-Lynn Black
  40. the shredding tomateto vines, were a sentient pleasure
    I couldn’t not bare to not snag a pointy vine, only, to
    blast past the cucumber stems
    a garden of life
    is at your will
    if you should, let your kind heart choose its blood
    pick a tomato, not a tomato!