Racket ball is a very intense sport. I have never played it before, but I’ve heard it requires top fitness and a lot of practise! Be precise and good by hitting a ball against a wall, and returning it to youself.
The way that it fit in her hand was beautiful. Constructed for her, it was molded to form against every curve, every indent, every crevice in her palm. She felt the power that she possessed by holding this racket that was now hers. She wondered what she would be able to accomplish with this, she wondered what would happen when this power that she now wielded would be unleashed.
Rackets are used for tennis which I play and enjoy immensely. I love playing tennis with all of my friends and I feel like it really helps me be myself. I never was able to find another sport that I could really enjoy besides tennis, so I think that it is great that rackets exist so I can play this game that really helps me open up and get outside to enjoy the outdoors.
She held the racket to a minimum as she heard the garage door raise. Her stomach sank as she realized what was about to happen. Hurriedly, she ushered her guests to their hiding spots and then anxiously awaited her fate.
Our meetings with Mylott became so commonplace and exciting that they preoccupied my thoughts during the day, as I flew, and Basil admitted to me in confidence that he was beginning to soften up to the old man.
We spoke of everything, even if we had minimal knowledge of it. World economics, philosophy, the younger generation – My God, I must have come off as arrogant during those times, but we were enjoying ourselves. Gorging on wine and vodka, we slurred our views deep into the summer nights, stumbling home incoherently and with what we were sure was a greater understanding of the human psyche and the secrets of life. We didn’t do it every day, but we looked forward to seeing Mylott more and more.
I cannot recite half of our conversations, those being lost within our alcoholic stupor – probably for the better – But, a few months after having met Mylott, another individual was introduced to me, the last of my acquaintances’ within OBryonsville, and undoubtedly the worst. He came upon us one night, uninvited, and literally barged into Mylott’s home, dirty, foul, and drunker than we were. It was Mylott’s Nephew.
You know that kind of noise that echoes through the cavity of your chest and bounces from bones like bullets? Its awful fists thudding on your heart? Words like drones and shouts decimals louder than usual, loud enough to break glass, to drive the shards already lodged in your gut further in so your insides become a kind of piecemeal, never to be whole again. That’s the kind of racket I live with, that I’ve made myself almost deaf in defiance. Silence is another country.
The voice in my head moves at a million miles an hour and my soul is panting trying to keep up. I squish my ears against the sides of my head trying to block it all out but it only contains it more. It’s screaming now and I can’t get it to stop. Why is it making me suffer? I can’t control the voice in my head. I can’t stop this racket. I’m not strong enough to–it tells me so.
I’ve already written about this word, that’s cool haha oh well i guess that would make sense since i just signed up today but i thought this website was really cool!!! So anyway, there was this huge racket as i hurried to make it out of the house and i was clamoring about and i dont know what i’m talking about!!
Shuffling bustling traffic noises and street musicians can’t see where i’m going passing construction jackhammer hammer hammer rattling my skeleton blood pumping out my ears and honking people talking chatting shouting singing and I’m turning getting jostled til I fall and look up at the sky airplanes and thunderclouds dusting my knees I keep pushing on to the crosswalk where cars don’t stop and honk at the right-of-ways what a wonderfully noisy terribly fantastic overcomplicated world.
tennis is a very strange game that i’ve only ever played in the summer and i would take lessons from my piano teacher who happens to live down the street and also lives in a very big house and owns a tennis court that is also just down the street so in the summer i used to go and do that. yuppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my sister uses a tennis racket obveously to play tennis. She loves tennis. she has played it for 2 years in high school and she wishes she joined sooner. my sister just graduated and im reallly sad to see her go off to college. then im going to be the only child…
The tennis racket felt alien in my hands. It’s been years since I’ve played. Anxiety threatened to shake my knees and disrupt my breathing. “No. This is for me. I want to do this.” An injury can hold a person hostage only as long as they allow. I threw the ball in the air and served it to any empty opposition’s sid.
there is always a racket around my house, my shitty neighbors, fucking dicks. also my house aint that sound proof! everyones friggin fighting. noise everywhere. maybe thats what makes us alive? who knows!
The house was dark. Silence drifted over it like a blanket, like the clouds that moved slowly and steadily across the half-moon. And so the flapping of the thousands of wings, leathery bat wings that came out of nowhere, filled the air like thunder at sunset.
Found a racket by the table. I picked it up and it was long and slender with a blue swirl around the handle. Looking around for a tennis ball I could find nothing. So I went outside and hit some trees instead.
I threw it across the court – I was never going to master this game and no fancy racket could help. I think I will take up golf next but how far can I throw those clubs!
The absolute noise was indescribable.
I couldn’t breathe over the sound of my own thoughts, clamoring and clawing at my attention. The awful, awful, racket.
Racket in your head
Racket in the streets
It’s that internal beat
That flow
That bustle
That hustle
That rage
Of lights
As they go
Ebb and wane
Lights as they blow
Your same old game
The din was deafening. Too loud to even think. I stared out the window at the flashing lights across the street. The bass was so loud I could feel it in my teeth.
Somehow, for whatever reason, the neighbors had gotten it into their head that this was the perfect place for a party. Nevermind that it was three am.
I gritted my teeth against the headache I knew I would have in the morning.
Racket. Inside me head. Constantly. Thoughts. No progression just crazy thoughts. However, sometimes, out of the myst, the genius comes out. When I’m in the shower, when I’m trying to shave some hair away.
Racket, like a lot of noise. Like when you come home from work and the other kids run around screaming while you help your mom clean the house and the racket just reminds you of everything you never had;
Or the noise the traffic makes while we lay in the grass and leaves dapple light across our faces.
racket ball isn’t spelled like racket; it’s actually racquet. It’s a sport played against a wall, and you need to wear googles. Without the goggles you may hit your eye and it will hurt. Rackets, spelled as such, are used in tennis. Or badminton. However the style changes depending.
A tennis racket, hitting balls, winning games for hard working athletes around the world. The rackets not just an object but a weapon with great power. the stronger the racket the stonger the player.
Nest. The pattering of the cold hard rain slivering down the window panes. The deep rumbling of thunder, the curtains occasionally lighting up like sunshine, then fading into the moonlight. I feel safe, the blanker wrapped around me like a warm nest.My eyes droop to the rustling of leaves, turned about by the wind and wake to the still sunrise air.
If I read the word racket I feel some sense of uncomfort and fear of change. Something that’s loud and annoys me. I haven’t really liked change that much the past months. Because of my fear of loosing control.
Oh your so silly! In the backyard playing tennis. making all that racket.
Best friend when playing tenis. For some people a torture instrument, like for me, because I am not good in sport especially tenis.
Racket ball is a very intense sport. I have never played it before, but I’ve heard it requires top fitness and a lot of practise! Be precise and good by hitting a ball against a wall, and returning it to youself.
The way that it fit in her hand was beautiful. Constructed for her, it was molded to form against every curve, every indent, every crevice in her palm. She felt the power that she possessed by holding this racket that was now hers. She wondered what she would be able to accomplish with this, she wondered what would happen when this power that she now wielded would be unleashed.
Illegal rackets crumble family foundations.
We all fall down.
Rackets are used for tennis which I play and enjoy immensely. I love playing tennis with all of my friends and I feel like it really helps me be myself. I never was able to find another sport that I could really enjoy besides tennis, so I think that it is great that rackets exist so I can play this game that really helps me open up and get outside to enjoy the outdoors.
“What’s that racket?” Melissa said. “Oh yeah, we got new neighbors.” replied John.
She held the racket to a minimum as she heard the garage door raise. Her stomach sank as she realized what was about to happen. Hurriedly, she ushered her guests to their hiding spots and then anxiously awaited her fate.
Our meetings with Mylott became so commonplace and exciting that they preoccupied my thoughts during the day, as I flew, and Basil admitted to me in confidence that he was beginning to soften up to the old man.
We spoke of everything, even if we had minimal knowledge of it. World economics, philosophy, the younger generation – My God, I must have come off as arrogant during those times, but we were enjoying ourselves. Gorging on wine and vodka, we slurred our views deep into the summer nights, stumbling home incoherently and with what we were sure was a greater understanding of the human psyche and the secrets of life. We didn’t do it every day, but we looked forward to seeing Mylott more and more.
I cannot recite half of our conversations, those being lost within our alcoholic stupor – probably for the better – But, a few months after having met Mylott, another individual was introduced to me, the last of my acquaintances’ within OBryonsville, and undoubtedly the worst. He came upon us one night, uninvited, and literally barged into Mylott’s home, dirty, foul, and drunker than we were. It was Mylott’s Nephew.
You know that kind of noise that echoes through the cavity of your chest and bounces from bones like bullets? Its awful fists thudding on your heart? Words like drones and shouts decimals louder than usual, loud enough to break glass, to drive the shards already lodged in your gut further in so your insides become a kind of piecemeal, never to be whole again. That’s the kind of racket I live with, that I’ve made myself almost deaf in defiance. Silence is another country.
The voice in my head moves at a million miles an hour and my soul is panting trying to keep up. I squish my ears against the sides of my head trying to block it all out but it only contains it more. It’s screaming now and I can’t get it to stop. Why is it making me suffer? I can’t control the voice in my head. I can’t stop this racket. I’m not strong enough to–it tells me so.
I’ve already written about this word, that’s cool haha oh well i guess that would make sense since i just signed up today but i thought this website was really cool!!! So anyway, there was this huge racket as i hurried to make it out of the house and i was clamoring about and i dont know what i’m talking about!!
Shuffling bustling traffic noises and street musicians can’t see where i’m going passing construction jackhammer hammer hammer rattling my skeleton blood pumping out my ears and honking people talking chatting shouting singing and I’m turning getting jostled til I fall and look up at the sky airplanes and thunderclouds dusting my knees I keep pushing on to the crosswalk where cars don’t stop and honk at the right-of-ways what a wonderfully noisy terribly fantastic overcomplicated world.
racket
tennis racket
n momentum questions
but in life
you need a racket
cause u need to catch whats coming for u
tennis is a very strange game that i’ve only ever played in the summer and i would take lessons from my piano teacher who happens to live down the street and also lives in a very big house and owns a tennis court that is also just down the street so in the summer i used to go and do that. yuppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my sister uses a tennis racket obveously to play tennis. She loves tennis. she has played it for 2 years in high school and she wishes she joined sooner. my sister just graduated and im reallly sad to see her go off to college. then im going to be the only child…
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The tennis racket felt alien in my hands. It’s been years since I’ve played. Anxiety threatened to shake my knees and disrupt my breathing. “No. This is for me. I want to do this.” An injury can hold a person hostage only as long as they allow. I threw the ball in the air and served it to any empty opposition’s sid.
din I tell you not to scam, that’s no way to jam
It don’t go well with who I am
there is always a racket around my house, my shitty neighbors, fucking dicks. also my house aint that sound proof! everyones friggin fighting. noise everywhere. maybe thats what makes us alive? who knows!
The house was dark. Silence drifted over it like a blanket, like the clouds that moved slowly and steadily across the half-moon. And so the flapping of the thousands of wings, leathery bat wings that came out of nowhere, filled the air like thunder at sunset.
Found a racket by the table. I picked it up and it was long and slender with a blue swirl around the handle. Looking around for a tennis ball I could find nothing. So I went outside and hit some trees instead.
A lot of noise that will ultimately deafen most human ears even if they don’t realize it’s doing so.
I threw it across the court – I was never going to master this game and no fancy racket could help. I think I will take up golf next but how far can I throw those clubs!
The absolute noise was indescribable.
I couldn’t breathe over the sound of my own thoughts, clamoring and clawing at my attention. The awful, awful, racket.
Racket in your head
Racket in the streets
It’s that internal beat
That flow
That bustle
That hustle
That rage
Of lights
As they go
Ebb and wane
Lights as they blow
Your same old game
the thing that hits the balls across the court with the netting and the squares and shop too whap bill cosby do they make sweaters for ducks?
It was quite a large racket. I’d never actualy seen one quite as big befor. I quietly wondered to myself what it was used for.
“What was that?”
tennis. Dennis used a 5g tennis racket. what does that mean? I don’t know.
The din was deafening. Too loud to even think. I stared out the window at the flashing lights across the street. The bass was so loud I could feel it in my teeth.
Somehow, for whatever reason, the neighbors had gotten it into their head that this was the perfect place for a party. Nevermind that it was three am.
I gritted my teeth against the headache I knew I would have in the morning.
What a racket
inside the chamber of my ear.
I Felt your hand move closer
but your mind was no more near.
Show me a taxidermy skeleton
and a fictional piecemeal note.
and I will give you everything
that you ever need to know.
Racket. Inside me head. Constantly. Thoughts. No progression just crazy thoughts. However, sometimes, out of the myst, the genius comes out. When I’m in the shower, when I’m trying to shave some hair away.
Then BAM. An idea. And a decent result.
sometimes.
Racket, like a lot of noise. Like when you come home from work and the other kids run around screaming while you help your mom clean the house and the racket just reminds you of everything you never had;
Or the noise the traffic makes while we lay in the grass and leaves dapple light across our faces.
Racket is a thing that is used while playing badminton.
it has one more use that it is used to remove mosquitos
racket ball isn’t spelled like racket; it’s actually racquet. It’s a sport played against a wall, and you need to wear googles. Without the goggles you may hit your eye and it will hurt. Rackets, spelled as such, are used in tennis. Or badminton. However the style changes depending.
A tennis racket, hitting balls and helping hard working athletes to become winners. The stronger the racket, the stronger the athlete.
A tennis racket, hitting balls, winning games for hard working athletes around the world. The rackets not just an object but a weapon with great power. the stronger the racket the stonger the player.
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Nest. The pattering of the cold hard rain slivering down the window panes. The deep rumbling of thunder, the curtains occasionally lighting up like sunshine, then fading into the moonlight. I feel safe, the blanker wrapped around me like a warm nest.My eyes droop to the rustling of leaves, turned about by the wind and wake to the still sunrise air.
If I read the word racket I feel some sense of uncomfort and fear of change. Something that’s loud and annoys me. I haven’t really liked change that much the past months. Because of my fear of loosing control.