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  1. walls that don’t let anyone in that doesnt have a key.
    red, white goue, rippled.
    i once ran my hand along a brick wall.. feeling as my fingers rumbled with the grooves in the hard material.
    i build brick houses around my heart.

    By c mocon on 08.08.2011

  2. the bricks were laid and set. the hardworking chap sat down on the pile, resting their hard hat in their hands. the sun began to set, casting a growing shadow as it slipped down the side of the newly erected building.

    By oliver danni on 08.08.2011

  3. i want to be as solid as a brick
    stoic and silent, unmovable
    strong for only a minute
    separating reality and the broken remains of fantasy
    to be my own savior, for once in my life.
    and rely on myself.

    By Annie URL on 08.08.2011

  4. The book she handed was approximately the size and weight of a brick, and it was, ironically, the same color. I dreaded the thought of reading it, but it had come to that. I had betrayed her trust, and in some bizarre attempt for redemption, I would spend the next three months slogging through the dull novel.

    By J.M. RIen on 08.08.2011

  5. If I had a brick in my hand at this moment, oh man, the things I would destroy with it. First of all, I’d start off with breaking the bones in every limb of your body with this one brick. Then I’ll smash your balls with it. Yep. Final blow? Time to smash your face with it.

    By xstal URL on 08.08.2011

  6. a as can be. dustyy as can so important to building a wall strong &steady. i have used these bricks to build a wall areound my heart. it is slowly being torn down.

    By ess vee URL on 08.08.2011

  7. When the brick fell it was the exact moment that her heart broke and reality fell into place. She realised what she had lacked all of these years.. sense.

    By Niamh Canavan on 08.08.2011

  8. People are sometimes a brick. Solid, heavy, not moving. They don’t change and warp, only stay that. A brick. But sometimes they surprise you, and all their blocky unchangingness comes together, to make something more. A whole building, and suddenly you have a victorian manor, something beautiful covered in Ivy. Things change, people change, and as much as u want to stay a brick, it won’t always be.

    By Emma Jean on 08.08.2011

  9. its a red building material, made form earth and am lucky i was never hit by one.

    By Ayush URL on 08.08.2011

  10. Brick a building block or bouncer of ideas,it is solid and a unit of idea

    By ravneetkaur URL on 08.08.2011

  11. I like basketball. I hate bricks. When I miss, it reminds me of home. Home is where my heart is. But, when I’m home, I’m reminded of my failure of basketball. Then, I leave home. And go to playground. Where, I take a shot and miss.

    By Cody on 08.08.2011

  12. The uncomfortable yellow of his unceremoniously blown glass was rough. It defeated Jet in the allies’ barracks.

    By K. Grey URL on 08.08.2011

  13. The house was made of brick and mortor, nothing else. It was just a thing they kept saying, but to Carla it was her home, her safe place, the answer to her dreams and seeing it devastated by the tornado was more than she could handle.

    By Renee URL on 08.08.2011

  14. Bricks are red. They have white dots and are used to build houses and buildings. They have 6 sides and are rectangular shaped. They are heavy and will not break easy. Brick is a 5 letter word that starts with b and ends with k

    By Clare on 08.08.2011

  15. A brick is an object you use to build a house. I’m guessing that you could build a very sturdy house with a brick. I also know you can use a brick as a weapon. It could kill someone so don’t do it, it’s not very nice.

    By Aemilia URL on 08.08.2011

  16. The brick was not the normal red you expect to see
    it was more of a purple. Strange how things on this side are just a touch different. That is how I always know I have crossed over…Here we go again.

    By Sherri URL on 08.08.2011

  17. A brick. Dusted with a hard day’s labor and edged with the roughness of a worker’s beard.

    By Lori on 08.08.2011

  18. my house is made of bricks. I love them, I think it gives my house character. They’re rustic red. They are around the fireplace. I spend lots of time by the fireplace. I’ll read, watch movies, take naps, roast marshmellows if I’m lucky.

    By Brenna URL on 08.08.2011

  19. wall

    By Madison on 08.08.2011

  20. Brick. A Brick wall is not fun to hit but less painful that being hit by one. Brick is my favorite character on In The Middle. This sounds “dumb as a brick.”

    By david URL on 08.08.2011

  21. Back when I was a kid, I was playing on a pile of dirt and fell and hit my head on a brick. It hurt pretty bad, and now when I see bricks, I always think, “Stay away from my head.” Because head wounds are not cool.

    By Nathan on 08.08.2011

  22. A brick represents a new beginning laying the foundation to your new life. Every step thought out and plans made to finish it looking its best. You layer the foundation with love, strength endurance and faith. Faith that it will all work out in the end. Lay the brick of your foundation to a better life and do not let fear get in your way. Lay your foundation to a better you.

    By siziwe URL on 08.08.2011

  23. The wall behind the school was an expanse of new red brick, clean except for a fresh patch of bright yellow graffiti which read “sucks.” No name or subject, so maybe the artist was making as statement about that school, or high school in general. Or his life, or life in general.

    By jspeed29 URL on 08.08.2011

  24. There was nothing unusual about that one brick, yet it caught her eye. It was one among thousands, making up something larger than itself, yet whole in its own respect. It was solid, dependable. Without that brick, the wall would be unsteady. It would fall. Even the smallest piece could corrupt the integrity of that stable barrier, allowing anything to come through.

    By Lauren on 08.08.2011

  25. solid object that is red it is hard.. it can hurt you. it is made from mud i don’t like the color. it’s weird. stupid bricks. blah blah blah, bricks are so great. they build houses. they’re so so so amazing. i don’t like them. they can hurt you. they do hurt when they hurt you. has it been sixty seconds yet? this is getting annoying. apperently not. i don’t like this word. i want a different one. like this laptop. it’s too tiny. i want a real computer, but no. i have to have this puny laptop. it has to have been 60 seconds by now.

    By Emma on 08.08.2011

  26. the building block of all life. strong. dependant. beautifully aged. the small simple block that transforms into the most perfectly structured buildings and stamp a perfect setting across the land.

    By kristen boss on 08.08.2011

  27. Brick

    “A splendid edifice can climb one brick at a time….”

    “The work a mason does, is made to last…”

    Songs and musicals keep coming to me first, recently.

    Also the typical loose brick that opens a secret door or hides a key or box, or serves as a stepping stone to climb…

    I’m remembering an exercise I did years ago. In my late teens. Some kind of test (for fun) that a friend was giving everyone, where we were asked to picture a number of things and then were asked to describe what we’d pictured, and then she tried to interpret what our specific images said about our personalities.

    I remember for one part we were supposed to be walking in the woods, and then come upon a wall. I pictured a brick wall. I think that, later, she said this part of the “test” had to do with how we viewed and dealt with obstacles.

    One person had a huge insurmountable wall that went all around the forest and they tried to go around it. Another person had pictured a little short stone wall and they just stepped over it. My wall was tall, but not massive. Maybe 20 feet tall, and about as wide. It looked new and out of place in the forest. It was just “there.” When asked what I did about it, I said I climbed over it.

    I realized later, when I’d heard some of the other descriptions, that my wall wasn’t super wide. It didn’t go on and on like some others. I wondered why hadn’t just walked around mine? All I can think of, is that I felt like I was supposed to climb over it. So I did. – I wonder what that says about me.

    By Noisy Quiet URL on 08.08.2011

  28. Like smashing your face in with a brick. Red blood – splash! That’s what it should feel like, getting broken inside. It doesn’t.
    More like erosion.

    By Lucie URL on 08.08.2011

  29. the brick fell out from the 6th story floor where she had thrown it out of anger. She wasn’t aiming for the window, but the brick had a mind of it’s own as it soared down below, right on top of the brand new corvette her neighbor had just bought. She knew she’d be paying for this, but at the moment she didn’t seem to care. All she cared about was the fact that she found him in her bed with another woman, and how the brick just missed him. If only she could try again with another brick, make sure her aim was right, but she knew that was the only brick she had. It had taken her 45 minutes to find it and haul it up the stairs to the 6th floor. Granted, she could’ve taken the elevator, but that would have risen all kinds of unwanted questions about why she had the brick in the first place.

    By chelsea on 08.08.2011

  30. Brick reminds me of the song by Ben Folds Five. And that song honestly depresses me; it makes me sad. It reminds me of mistakes from the past and present, and really makes me wonder about my future. Am I happy? Can I be happy? I don’t know. This is my problem. But every time I look at him I can’t speak the words I know that I should say.

    By Megan on 08.08.2011

  31. this is something that makes houses and it is hard and often described as something in the stomach. weighing down. they are red and hard and remind me of the three little pigs

    By Clementine George on 08.08.2011

  32. hhmmm…
    She pondered about the options in front of her, the possibilities were endless. And yet, she felt trapped and without escape.
    Nothing could prepare her for what would come next.

    By Daniela on 08.08.2011

  33. Brick. That’s what the smartest three little pig built her house out of. Guess that shows you bricks are better. And good for keeping wolves out. Although most people who live around wolves have log houses. Doesn’t make sense to me.

    By Mildred URL on 08.08.2011

  34. All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall, except that’s really not true.

    By Jeanie URL on 08.08.2011

  35. if you build a house brick by brick, then surely one day you will build something solid and eventually it will be complete. but friendship is like a house made of sticks–it’s sturdy, but there are little errors that make it imperfect. there are things that can easily blow the house over.

    By Jo on 08.08.2011

  36. An ode to the big brick wall.
    So cool and collected. You won’t let a thing get to you. It’s no secret to the world that you mean business. Where will all of this personification get me in life? No where I presume. Whatever, I don’t care. I will sit docile, eager to learn your mysterious ways…

    By Katie URL on 08.08.2011

  37. Bricks are used in construction, especially buildings. They can be red or orange in colour and usually work in teams to achieve their ultimate goal of forming a building in which people live and work. They tend to take no crap from anybody, breaking fists and noses of people who think they can take them on. They keep secrets very well which led to the myth that walls have ears.

    By Richard URL on 08.08.2011

  38. It hit my like a brick. I realized I had nowhere else to go. Nowhere to run. I was lying on the floor in a pool of my own blood, so to speak. Some things come at you like that. Some things make everything change.

    By Sean URL on 08.08.2011

  39. the brick held enormous wanting. it held all of the emotion and desire as that of a passionate child reaching out into the future but it could do nothing but sit. it’s piles upon piles of hard concrete, the lifeless bricks around, it’s life was pathetic. thankfully, it had desire. it seeked spirituality. this made it above and beyond any other brick

    By Hailey URL on 08.08.2011

  40. Goddamn you, you stupid brick. I can’t write about you, I don’t even like looking at you. I never have. I don’t know why you stick around. I can’t figure out why you haven’t let yet. You are apart of my home apart of me.

    By April Ribble on 08.08.2011