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I love to be in town its so fun!!!!!!! Am
nd 4 spring break i am leaving town….
By zebra woman URL on 03.05.2012
shut up and got to town.
By jdog on 03.05.2012
I live in a town that is kinda small.
By kelley URL on 03.05.2012
Towing the n. Tow n. Trucks towing a gigantuous letter N
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By Tree URL on 03.05.2012
I was loged out but now I am in but I forgot to click the rember me I feel silly
By kittens URL on 03.05.2012
i like going down town because there are stores and its really cool!!!!!!!!!! :)
By fancy girl URL on 03.05.2012
we live in a town hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahhahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhah im bord
By cayle URL on 03.05.2012
a town is a tiny city. sometimes I confuse town and city.
By just582 URL on 03.05.2012
our town. Small. Community.
Society sucks. It always paints our faces for us and doesn’t allow us to speak for ourselves or make our own art.
Trees. Leaves blowing in the slight sigh of the wind.
By Sarah Rickman on 03.05.2012
By derp on 03.05.2012
Our Town. Plays. The Diviners. Drama class. Rehearsal. Practice. Color guard. Band. Marching band. Preband. Summer. Lake. Jetskis. Boat. Tubing. Fun. Sweat. Water. Sweat and water. Body. Anatomy. Originality.
Nobody has any originality anymore. Why? Why won’t society let us be original? Why won’t anyone go against their mothers or fathers or grandparents and be themselves? Why is everyone fake?
By Sarah Mae URL on 03.05.2012
Just remembered reading the play Our Town in school and I think we also performed it. Amazing how one simple word will trigger a memory that has been lost. This is an amazing concept. Thank you.
By jackie reeder on 03.05.2012
they say home is where the heart is,
the place where you grow
and decide who you are.
the place that saw you through
and watched every accomplishment.
the place you can’t fake your way through.
but to me, it’s always just been a town.
By NuSol URL on 03.05.2012
There was no life in this town. It was nothing more than a pit of despair, poverty, and drugs. Children with infants. The few who got out swore they’d never return, but they always did in the end. It got their souls, in the end.
By Sara URL on 03.05.2012
There once was a young man who lived in a town. This town was surrounded by a high wall overgrown with vines and ivy. One day the man decided to escape the town. He climbed the wall in the dead of night and escaped into the desert beyond. On the horizon he could see mountains. He traveled for days in the desert, but the mountains never grew any closer, and the town remained always just behind him.
By Calvin on 03.05.2012
What part of “town” are you from? This can have meaning on a small and large scale basis. What part of town you’re from can open or close doors; it can shade the way you see yourself and others. In a big city, your part of “town” is several thousand, or it may be only dozens in a more rural setting.
By Chuck Baker URL on 03.05.2012
Alma Michigan is my home town. It is where I live and where I have grown up. My town is where my family lives and where my parents have made a family and a home. My mom works in a nearby town and my dad does random jobs around this town. A town defines a person.
By Sam on 03.05.2012
it in a city
it has people in a town
it in a story
it is real
it has buildings in it
By angela on 03.05.2012
There was once a dark town without any lights in it because they did not pay their bill. Instead they spent it on a huge dome because of the coming apocolypse. What a shame! Now there was a flashlight carrier in town who profitted huge.
By Ryan Moccasin URL on 03.05.2012
houses. buildings. people. cars. friends. parks and roads. local restaurants. walking the dogs on sunday. country clubs and golf matches. schools.
By Taylor on 03.05.2012
i live in i like…village is bad…good electricity…good ppl…education…
polution…corruption…traffic…no fresh air…good roads…connectivity…
By praty on 03.05.2012
Town city country family shops people walking rudepeople sidewalks birds
entertainment cityhall walking bikers closebuilding tal
By amanda on 03.05.2012
Big town with big people in it.
That’s something isn’t it?
Little town with little people in it.
That’s something isn’t it?
Green town with blue people in it.
That’s something Grue isn’t it?
By R__n Moccasin URL on 03.05.2012
This reminds me of Don’t Stop Believing by Journey.
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere.
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhere.
By Damaris URL on 03.05.2012
Once there was a town and in that town was a kid. His name was Ken. A very tenacious being. In spite of his age, he had seen a very different world than other 12 year olds.
By Vincent on 03.05.2012
Red-breasted robins bobbed across the lawn in front of the once-stunning mansion. Chickadees twittered in the treetops of the scraggly branches by the columns of the porch. Everyone in town shied away from the old place, certain that it was haunted or possessed. But young Eden just wished for one friend to keep her company in the many lonely days she spent with her aged aunts. When the redheaded Blossom peered through the window at the rear, Eden felt there was hope.
By ritajuanita URL on 03.05.2012
I hate this town. I hate it so much. I hate where I live. Everyone judges and is in everyone’s business. There is no acceptance of differences or uniqueness. You have to be rich and a jock to be accepted it’s stupid. I have everyone at my school. They’re all stuck up and assholes. I can’t wait to get out of this bullshit town. It’s ridiculous.
By Spencer on 03.05.2012
Nice to get into town when you live in the burbs. Nothin like a hop on the MTA to bring you into the urban hub, with crowded streets, cooler stores and homeless people sleeping in the park.
By marylee on 03.05.2012
I once lived in a suburb of chicago It was big enough to be a town and the miost boring deadly place I ever lived in I used to wish to find graffiti on the side walk anything to ruin the clean sterile look of the place
By edith URL on 03.05.2012
A small town moans on a Sunday morning as the day breaks. Julia strolls the streets alone, basket of lilies in hand. She doesn’t want to be there, but she is. She hates this town. But she loves her mom. Oh, mother. Why are you gone.
By Haley on 03.05.2012
Small towns are the worst, even though you may be surrounded by people. I used to live in a town that I considered small. There was nothing to do and everyone was fake. I used to think I hated that town. But now, I realize, as I’ve matured, I don’t. I love it.
By Alexis Kennedy on 03.05.2012
yesterday i went into town with the purpose of confronting mr macintosh, he assulted me last winter and i have never been able to speak out about the truth. he is a liar and a fiend of a fat man who will always haunt my stemps, me breaths, and my life pursuits.
By Krisi URL on 03.05.2012
I grew up in a small resort town in Northern Michigan. The beautiful tree lined lake was a source of endless entertainement: swimming, boating….propelling silently underwater in order to scare an unsuspecting duck.
By Ktiina on 03.05.2012
It rose out of the sand like a mirage – could it be possible? Here, in the wastelands, were the unmistakable signs of civilsation. The dust shifted uneasily in the hot, sluggish wind.
By skids on 03.05.2012
A place you live. A group of people with in a certain location. Almost like a village, possible a little larger. Has a mayor. Can be large or small. Any bigger is a city.
By samantha on 03.05.2012
a town in pennsvylvania was the place of my beginning Little did I know that a city had much larger implication.
By Joel Rosenblum URL on 03.05.2012
Small, sometimes suffocating but most of the times it’s sweet and endearing. Late night walking by the sea with an ice-cream melting away as we speak endlessly forgetting to lavish the culinary wonder. Because the town protects us as we bring our heart out as we reveal our truest fears and deepest wishes that may never come true but for a minute or so we lived them as we talked about them, as we shared them between us. Our birth place our dying place. Our saviour.
By Stella K on 03.05.2012
I live in a small town. It is a bit different from the town I grew up in but I love it! It seems too small at times but there is a comfort in having everyone know you.
By Kathy on 03.05.2012
one word to completely change everything. “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” that’s a lie. words hurt. sometimes more than stones, and it only takes one word to change everything. faggot. cunt. bitch. those words break people, and it’s stupid to think a stick could do more damage.
By Ashley on 03.05.2012
The town was almost abandoned. Hardly a few people were ever seen on the streets during the day. During the night, I wouldn’t know. I never had the courage to try and see. Just once, I stayed out until too late. The town sounded creepy, it’s darkness tolled with shadows and old smiles.
By Bianca on 03.05.2012
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.