The cry she gave was almost indistinguishable but he heard it. He turned around to see her avoiding eye contact, burning holes into the laces on her shoes. He opened his mouth to say something but she had already turned and walked away.
The steam began to cry in various whimpers and squeaks as the water began to boil. In the distance, a cloud of ash and rock rose from the mountaintop. The flowing river of molten earth had raced to the sea with the speed of a god. The earth was beginning to form again.
Lips poked out and tears welled in his eyes. I knew what had happened before my eyes saw and I rushed over to him. His arms extended for me, but recoiled at the same time. I had told him many times to stay away from the cabinet door, and that day was the day he discovered why. Dakota’s finger turned purple immediately and he spent the next thirty minutes in my lap. As soon as the tears dried up he hopped off my lap and wondered away. I heard that familiar whimper and knew we were going to have a hell of a time teaching that baby no.
“Not with a bang, but with a whimper.” The end of things, the end of time. Of course it wasn’t a bang. It wasn’t an ultimate fight, a string of words that can not be taken back. No, this ending was small. It was creeping, like an early morning chill that settles in the base of your spine and takes over your body. He didn’t slam the door the last time we spoke. He kissed me goodbye like always, but this time was different. There was something unspoken in the way he kissed me. Maybe it was her name, maybe it was the constant barrage of unspoken emotion between us. It wasn’t angry like the gray clouds rolling over our picnic. This was a light summer rain. It ended not like a slammed door, but the closing of a book.
“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.” How do I know these words? Oh yes, college. The lovely professor with the British accent who asked me to complete the sentence. I think, all those years ago, my answer was wrong. I said, “whisper.” I don’t like to misquote authors, but the meaning feels almost the same. A whispered whimper? Maybe. I just know there’s “water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.” And I’m hungry, thirsty. Parched.
I hear my dog, Ozzie, whimper from her cage each morning, letting me know that she is ready to get out and go potty. My que to get up and pay attention to her. What a sweet alarm clock.
Broken legs slid along the ground as the mutt crawled to shelter. It was cold, and had been for weeks. It had been almost eighteen days since the pup had eaten anything substantial. As he lay down under a gutter, he began to feel warm. He dozed, and there he stayed for all time.
As I watched my light fade, I whimpered against fate. I thought I could do it, I really did. Oh, how wrong I was. I should’ve never tried, I never should’ve never devised my stupid, reckless plan. You’re done…what now? My light is gone, yet I’m already constructing another plan. When will I ever learn, but the stupid do not learn. I whimpered as I went under. When can I be done?
the wind whimpered through the trees. A low melancholy sound. Ear piercing. Distress hung desperately at the edges. It was if the voices of a thousand were pressed into one.
The dog whimpered as its owner hit it on the head with his football boots. He did this because the dog chewed his housemates undies. The dog wasn’t even one.
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His dog desperately whimpered outside the house. The poor animal felt cold and alone in the darkness and wanted to get inside the house.
Bluered
doesn’t know the meaning. want to know the meaning
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Oh my god, um sound that a puppy makes. Gives me a sad feeling, lost, lonely, sad. Can be cute sometimes. Puppies, hurt himself. Yep i’ve run out of things to say, seems like i’ve done more of a word association :/.
Rebecca
Don’t ignore how the mistake makes you feel; just don’t wallow in it. Instead, shift your attention to what you’re going to do to improve yourself in the future.
when I feel the whole world is collapsing around me I whimper
just like a scared puppy. no loud defensive bark.
just a shadow of a scream
maitet
Annoying. I hate whimpering in all its forms. Pleading, begging, whining. To me whimpering is a sign of self-deprecation. Everything about that word makes me feel an intense hatred. I hate it. Why can’t people just suck it up and retain some dignity?
he did in fact go quietly into that night
on an empty stomach too
no one looked twice at an old dog
there was no strength in his legs
and he could no longer bark
even if he raised his eyes
he would see no Odysseus
A puppy whimpers when he is sad, cold or frustrated. A dog will whimper when he feels lonely and his master pays him no mind. A dog will whimper when he is trying to tell someone he needs to potty. A fog whimpers when he needs attention.
A whimper is sometimes me. I feel like I don’t try my hardest sometimes and I know I can. It can be difficult to do strenuous things but we know we can. I think everyone is a whimper sometimes but let us try to be tryers…
Katherine Skinner
Puppy whimpers
Lost in the dark
No master to follow
Fear of being alone
Cries in solitude
Poor puppy
The sound of a puppy whose paw is hurt. The sound of my soul when people tell me my writing sucks. I know it doesn’t. You don’t know the basics of grammar and can’t communicate so you are just being a total jerk. I am tired of you correcting me when I know I am right. I just know there is no point in telling you that you are wrong because you don’t listen. You never listen. I would love for you to whimper as I tell you what a useless person you are.
A crying dog, begging for your attention. Perhaps you can throw him a ball or pet him on the head. Perhaps you can take him into your arms and enjoy a nice cuddle. Be present with this other being that is wanting you to be with it. Love him.
Kim
She whimpered in pain as the blood flowed in between her fingers from the wound from her right side. He watched in horror before he flashed angry eyes towards the attacker and lunged towards the other man. He ignored her cries of protest.
Nivetha
Well, he was never going to live this down. Drunk, as per his usual on Saturday nights, he was walking back to the dorms with his roommate. Too drunk to walk straight, too drunk to notice the little dip in the sidewalk. He stumbled over it and landed flat on his ass. And if that weren’t bad enough, there’s nothing more embarrassing than the little whimper he let out when he gingerly rubbed his bruising backside.
ashley
I let out a sharp exhale as her fist connected with my gut. I coughed and spluttered, gasping for breath, but forced myself to look my opponent in the eyes.
Without thinking, I slammed my elbow into her
The whimper came from under the bed, but there was nothing there. It kept getting louder and louder and she searched the room for the source of the sound, but there was nothing. she looked out the window wondering if it could come from outside. But there was nothing there, then she realized as she ate breakfast in a world which contained only her, that she was the one who was whimpering.
The dog whimpered, sending a chill down my spine. The sound of his desperate whimper made the evil that I knew existed inside of him disappear. I looked at him like i had once looked at my childhood dog. I instantly felt sympathy for him, despite knowing what he was capable of.
I forced myself to look past the sorrow shielding his eyes. I looked past his act and I found what had been hiding under the surface these last few moments. Evil. This dog was the epitome of satan himself on earth, and I knew this for a fact. I walked over and took his sad head in my hands. I rubbed the side of his face with three gentle strokes of my thumb and then closed my eyes. I tightened my grip on his face and said a silent prayer. I jerked his head to the side in one quick, swift movement and watched his now lifeless body crumple to the floor. The crack of his fractured neck rang in my ears. I stood up, sweeping my hair from my face and I as I looked back at the life I had just took; I suppressed a smile and stifled a giggle. The only thought that could possibly enter my mind was also the one that scared the life out of me, “wow, that felt great”.
Maddy
The weight of the helicopter was too much for her to bear. As she let out a whimper, she lets go of its tail and let it slowly disappear out of her vision, and below the clouds. Zora just failed her first simulation test.
cry, sadness, pathetic, empathy, child, hurt, dog, sad, upset, how you feel after someone breaks up with you, the sound you make when you’re begging, to beg, hide away, scold, afraid, broken,
she felt lowly and lonely. she looked around the bus and imagined that the other passengers’ lives were more fulfilling than hers, that they were loved. a man stepped on her foot as he exited the bus and she let out a small whimper, nobody noticed.
I held her body in my arms as I knelt in the thick, brown brush, the whimpering wind finally subsiding into a cold stillness that did nothing to thaw the chill that had settled in my bones. Quickly, I planned where to bury her, and with the holes in my boots growing ever larger with each step, I pushed my way out of the foliage and waded into the nearby creek until the water kissed the bulge of my knees.
Belinda Roddie
Whiper- reminds me of the times when my boyfriend and I are packing our suitcases. She whimpers incessantly until she is able to figure out whether she will be traveling with us or staying behind. Her whimpers drive me nuts because although I love her traveling with us and know she loves being with us- her little self gets CAR SICK every single time. And I mean… EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
The cry she gave was almost indistinguishable but he heard it. He turned around to see her avoiding eye contact, burning holes into the laces on her shoes. He opened his mouth to say something but she had already turned and walked away.
The steam began to cry in various whimpers and squeaks as the water began to boil. In the distance, a cloud of ash and rock rose from the mountaintop. The flowing river of molten earth had raced to the sea with the speed of a god. The earth was beginning to form again.
I think that this word lowkey sucks. Lolol
Lips poked out and tears welled in his eyes. I knew what had happened before my eyes saw and I rushed over to him. His arms extended for me, but recoiled at the same time. I had told him many times to stay away from the cabinet door, and that day was the day he discovered why. Dakota’s finger turned purple immediately and he spent the next thirty minutes in my lap. As soon as the tears dried up he hopped off my lap and wondered away. I heard that familiar whimper and knew we were going to have a hell of a time teaching that baby no.
“Not with a bang, but with a whimper.” The end of things, the end of time. Of course it wasn’t a bang. It wasn’t an ultimate fight, a string of words that can not be taken back. No, this ending was small. It was creeping, like an early morning chill that settles in the base of your spine and takes over your body. He didn’t slam the door the last time we spoke. He kissed me goodbye like always, but this time was different. There was something unspoken in the way he kissed me. Maybe it was her name, maybe it was the constant barrage of unspoken emotion between us. It wasn’t angry like the gray clouds rolling over our picnic. This was a light summer rain. It ended not like a slammed door, but the closing of a book.
I call this one, Puppy Stuck In a Well….
“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.” How do I know these words? Oh yes, college. The lovely professor with the British accent who asked me to complete the sentence. I think, all those years ago, my answer was wrong. I said, “whisper.” I don’t like to misquote authors, but the meaning feels almost the same. A whispered whimper? Maybe. I just know there’s “water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.” And I’m hungry, thirsty. Parched.
I hear my dog, Ozzie, whimper from her cage each morning, letting me know that she is ready to get out and go potty. My que to get up and pay attention to her. What a sweet alarm clock.
Broken legs slid along the ground as the mutt crawled to shelter. It was cold, and had been for weeks. It had been almost eighteen days since the pup had eaten anything substantial. As he lay down under a gutter, he began to feel warm. He dozed, and there he stayed for all time.
The noise I make when my winged eyeliner is not symmetrical.
The puppy lay next to its mother, nestled in her thick rolls of fur. It had been the only one to make it. The mother whimpered at the lonesomeness.
As I watched my light fade, I whimpered against fate. I thought I could do it, I really did. Oh, how wrong I was. I should’ve never tried, I never should’ve never devised my stupid, reckless plan. You’re done…what now? My light is gone, yet I’m already constructing another plan. When will I ever learn, but the stupid do not learn. I whimpered as I went under. When can I be done?
The puppy whimpered when the man stepped on it’s paw.
the wind whimpered through the trees. A low melancholy sound. Ear piercing. Distress hung desperately at the edges. It was if the voices of a thousand were pressed into one.
The dog whimpered as its owner hit it on the head with his football boots. He did this because the dog chewed his housemates undies. The dog wasn’t even one.
His dog desperately whimpered outside the house. The poor animal felt cold and alone in the darkness and wanted to get inside the house.
doesn’t know the meaning. want to know the meaning
doesn’t know the meaning
Oh my god, um sound that a puppy makes. Gives me a sad feeling, lost, lonely, sad. Can be cute sometimes. Puppies, hurt himself. Yep i’ve run out of things to say, seems like i’ve done more of a word association :/.
Don’t ignore how the mistake makes you feel; just don’t wallow in it. Instead, shift your attention to what you’re going to do to improve yourself in the future.
when I feel the whole world is collapsing around me I whimper
just like a scared puppy. no loud defensive bark.
just a shadow of a scream
Annoying. I hate whimpering in all its forms. Pleading, begging, whining. To me whimpering is a sign of self-deprecation. Everything about that word makes me feel an intense hatred. I hate it. Why can’t people just suck it up and retain some dignity?
he did in fact go quietly into that night
on an empty stomach too
no one looked twice at an old dog
there was no strength in his legs
and he could no longer bark
even if he raised his eyes
he would see no Odysseus
A puppy whimpers when he is sad, cold or frustrated. A dog will whimper when he feels lonely and his master pays him no mind. A dog will whimper when he is trying to tell someone he needs to potty. A fog whimpers when he needs attention.
A whimper is sometimes me. I feel like I don’t try my hardest sometimes and I know I can. It can be difficult to do strenuous things but we know we can. I think everyone is a whimper sometimes but let us try to be tryers…
Puppy whimpers
Lost in the dark
No master to follow
Fear of being alone
Cries in solitude
Poor puppy
whimper
The sound of a puppy whose paw is hurt. The sound of my soul when people tell me my writing sucks. I know it doesn’t. You don’t know the basics of grammar and can’t communicate so you are just being a total jerk. I am tired of you correcting me when I know I am right. I just know there is no point in telling you that you are wrong because you don’t listen. You never listen. I would love for you to whimper as I tell you what a useless person you are.
A crying dog, begging for your attention. Perhaps you can throw him a ball or pet him on the head. Perhaps you can take him into your arms and enjoy a nice cuddle. Be present with this other being that is wanting you to be with it. Love him.
She whimpered in pain as the blood flowed in between her fingers from the wound from her right side. He watched in horror before he flashed angry eyes towards the attacker and lunged towards the other man. He ignored her cries of protest.
Well, he was never going to live this down. Drunk, as per his usual on Saturday nights, he was walking back to the dorms with his roommate. Too drunk to walk straight, too drunk to notice the little dip in the sidewalk. He stumbled over it and landed flat on his ass. And if that weren’t bad enough, there’s nothing more embarrassing than the little whimper he let out when he gingerly rubbed his bruising backside.
I let out a sharp exhale as her fist connected with my gut. I coughed and spluttered, gasping for breath, but forced myself to look my opponent in the eyes.
Without thinking, I slammed my elbow into her
The whimper came from under the bed, but there was nothing there. It kept getting louder and louder and she searched the room for the source of the sound, but there was nothing. she looked out the window wondering if it could come from outside. But there was nothing there, then she realized as she ate breakfast in a world which contained only her, that she was the one who was whimpering.
The dog whimpered, sending a chill down my spine. The sound of his desperate whimper made the evil that I knew existed inside of him disappear. I looked at him like i had once looked at my childhood dog. I instantly felt sympathy for him, despite knowing what he was capable of.
I forced myself to look past the sorrow shielding his eyes. I looked past his act and I found what had been hiding under the surface these last few moments. Evil. This dog was the epitome of satan himself on earth, and I knew this for a fact. I walked over and took his sad head in my hands. I rubbed the side of his face with three gentle strokes of my thumb and then closed my eyes. I tightened my grip on his face and said a silent prayer. I jerked his head to the side in one quick, swift movement and watched his now lifeless body crumple to the floor. The crack of his fractured neck rang in my ears. I stood up, sweeping my hair from my face and I as I looked back at the life I had just took; I suppressed a smile and stifled a giggle. The only thought that could possibly enter my mind was also the one that scared the life out of me, “wow, that felt great”.
The weight of the helicopter was too much for her to bear. As she let out a whimper, she lets go of its tail and let it slowly disappear out of her vision, and below the clouds. Zora just failed her first simulation test.
cry, sadness, pathetic, empathy, child, hurt, dog, sad, upset, how you feel after someone breaks up with you, the sound you make when you’re begging, to beg, hide away, scold, afraid, broken,
this sounds so sexual what the hell
she felt lowly and lonely. she looked around the bus and imagined that the other passengers’ lives were more fulfilling than hers, that they were loved. a man stepped on her foot as he exited the bus and she let out a small whimper, nobody noticed.
I held her body in my arms as I knelt in the thick, brown brush, the whimpering wind finally subsiding into a cold stillness that did nothing to thaw the chill that had settled in my bones. Quickly, I planned where to bury her, and with the holes in my boots growing ever larger with each step, I pushed my way out of the foliage and waded into the nearby creek until the water kissed the bulge of my knees.
Whiper- reminds me of the times when my boyfriend and I are packing our suitcases. She whimpers incessantly until she is able to figure out whether she will be traveling with us or staying behind. Her whimpers drive me nuts because although I love her traveling with us and know she loves being with us- her little self gets CAR SICK every single time. And I mean… EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.