Is cabinet, the only word that this peculiar website will allows to focus our literacy and writing skills upon; if so what a terrible place i have befallen on, where i came in hope of expanding and enjoying my love of writing in a subtle language.
A place left on the side of a well furnished room, overlooking the family secrets, buried in its deep tainted wood, without giving a glimpse of its guilty belongings.
Sean is the best friend i have ever meet, i love him to dead and i miss him every day, i just want to see him in new your, i can’t wait to be there, i want to go, work, travell and every day, cuz i need to go away, i need to see the world, and the capital of the world will be the first steep in the new adventure of my life….Please dear God, make my drems come true
the woman climbed upon the kitchen chair to reach the tall cabinet. she was a frail old woman, only about four-foot three. she lived alone in a cottage in the woods where she had few visitors, which mainly consisted of the baker’s son delivering bread, and the mail men bringing her spam letters.
Under the bathroom sink was a hollow space. Davida realized it would be the perfect space for a small cabinet. She had not realized how much she needed to remodel this old house when she bought it.
She rifled through the cabinet, certain that she had placed the plastic orange cylinder all the way in the back. When she had guests over, she always moved it out of the bathroom and stowed it behind the salt with the picture of the girl and an umbrella. She was good at keeping secrets now, to the point she had almost convinced herself there was no truth to share. And each time, she half expected there to be no bottle of pills after all.
open ending the cabinet of your dreams. Old musty wood, gold accents. slightly molded but nothing you can’t work with. I shove in what I can’t help and close it because looking at if makes me forget about the contents
I guess there is only one word per day in this cabinet, this internet box of one word challenge. I stumbled upon “one word” last night and wrote., tried again and no new word appeared.
My house has a cabinet. My wife is prime minister. My daughters are Ministers for Fun and Enjoyment.
I am alas the Treasurer who needs to balance the budget in the face of overwhelming adversity
It’s small. And it’s dark. She hasn’t seen daylight in such a long time, and she’s not entirely sure what that feels anymore. Warm light on her skin. She’s sure that she’s pale; anyone who has been kept in the cabinet that long would be. She’s scared though – this is all she’s known, the small four walls, the constrained space. When she’s let out by the policemen, she can’t help but squint, the bright light burning her. But now, she’s free.
I just wanted a bottle, or two. Just wanted glass shards, flicking across tiled floors. Just wanted to spill a bit, losen my tongue, you know. Let my mind soar for once.
Sieben Kabinette lagen nebeneinander. Alle waren mit Samtstoff in verschiedenen Farben ausgekleidet. Die Zimmerdecken spiegelten in größter Detailschärfe, was in den Räumen darunter vor sich ging. Ein Leberfleck, der sich einem Nasenloch näherte. Ein dickes schwarzes Haar, das von einer Nagelschere gekappt wurde. Ein grünes Blatt, mit roten Äderchen durchzogen, in einem Glas mit Whisky und Eiskugeln.
A flickering lightbulb could be seen in the background. In one corner stood an old cabinet, full of cobwebs. I was so taken aback by the whole setting that I failed to notice the old man sitting still in his armchair, the life stolen from his body, his soul long gone.
i want to steal that cabinet from her. it is a real beaut for sure. it would look great next to my decapitated camel and the little jar of snakes i got the other day would look perfect inside of it. i need it.
i must devise a plan to capture this thing of beauty.
With a loud crash, the glass tipped over; water spilled, droplets cascading over the dark wooden cabinet, down the front of the doors, crashing down, tumbling, spilling and ruining the facade of a perfectly crafted piece of furniture. Destroyed.
Speaking of cabinets, I am beginning to think that oneword is made up of whoever happens to sign in and post and one other person who assumes every other identity of the 46,000 members.
A cupboard found in the kitchen perfect for storing plastics, bowls or absolutely any sort of kitchenware. Cabinets are generally made out of wood and are mounted high on a wall.
If I get anymore requests to explain the world of home repair or stage craft I will just plotz. Can’t anyone find a word that doesn’t need hardware to be real.
My mother always carried the key to her secret cabinet in her left breast pocket. I always dreamt that one day she would leave the cabinet ajar and I would peek in and find treasure, alas, on the eve of my 9th Birthday my mother passed and the key, along with my dreams, was buried.
There is so much hidden in my cabinet, a world unknown to most. My world in all its nakedness: my truths, my core. There is so much in my cabinet that I cannot deny, so much of which has built me up while some have let me die.
And so i placed my mug back into the cupboard and realised that I would in fact, not have my morning cup of tea, not because I didn’t have the money to buy the tea, or the time to make it, but rather because I felt as though it was not right.
cabinet is where we can put things up. And then somehow we got mixed up on there. When we usually can search thing easily, then things got freakin bad. actually I’m kinda confused in here, so… ya
the doors of the cabinet snapped shut as noah took out the box of noodles. “Here you go Andy. Have fun.”
“Why, thank you,” Andy replied, smiling as he retrieved the box. “It’s nice having you around. I always feel silly using the stool.”
“no problem, short stuff!”
i have many hidden secrets in my cabinet. it is the perfect place to hide all our little things. no one enters my room, and is definitely not allowed to look in my cabinet.
opens and closes. hides you from things you don’t wanna see… a personal space where you can be alone. you can store things in a cabinet like books and games. and also your belongings. i really like cabinets. they are quaint and they are efficient.
i have cabinets in my kitchen. they hold food and other edible items. sometimes they have cans and bags and others have pans or other non edible things. i like cabinets. they are useful. do you like them?
I sat alone in the dark. Well, more like in the dark, in a cabinet. I was certain that this would be the best hiding place ever; maybe I’ll actually win this time. I waited and waited, but then I heard something that didn’t exactly sound like footsteps.
Food, yells at me. Love the food for a minute, hate my self for a week. Delicious and calories filled snacks haunt me. HELP! I need a way out, I’d hate to disappoint myself.
The cabinet was stocked with bottles. Bottles full of read liquid. Juice? Tomatoes? I picked up the nearest jar, opening the lid and peering inside. The smell was unmistakable.
Cabinets hold a lot of things. Some hold make up and others hold food. Some may even hold clothes, books, or personal belongings. But the best cabinets hold all the secrets in place that are welled up inside each of us. Waiting for someone to open them up and remember the memories each carries with them. The t shirt he wore, the scent of the perfume. Secret luxurious memories
“Its in the top cabinet.” He smiled at me,
I smiled back, “I so totally knew that.” I reached up to the hard decaying cabinet and pulled the brass handle. This moment would change our life’s forever.
This is either a piece of furniture or a group of people that do the same thing–gather/collect things/data to use.
Is cabinet, the only word that this peculiar website will allows to focus our literacy and writing skills upon; if so what a terrible place i have befallen on, where i came in hope of expanding and enjoying my love of writing in a subtle language.
A place left on the side of a well furnished room, overlooking the family secrets, buried in its deep tainted wood, without giving a glimpse of its guilty belongings.
Sean is the best friend i have ever meet, i love him to dead and i miss him every day, i just want to see him in new your, i can’t wait to be there, i want to go, work, travell and every day, cuz i need to go away, i need to see the world, and the capital of the world will be the first steep in the new adventure of my life….Please dear God, make my drems come true
the woman climbed upon the kitchen chair to reach the tall cabinet. she was a frail old woman, only about four-foot three. she lived alone in a cottage in the woods where she had few visitors, which mainly consisted of the baker’s son delivering bread, and the mail men bringing her spam letters.
Under the bathroom sink was a hollow space. Davida realized it would be the perfect space for a small cabinet. She had not realized how much she needed to remodel this old house when she bought it.
A wondrous place where man’s secret hides, away from eyes trying to decipher its contents. But a secret nevertheless priceless in its own regards.
She rifled through the cabinet, certain that she had placed the plastic orange cylinder all the way in the back. When she had guests over, she always moved it out of the bathroom and stowed it behind the salt with the picture of the girl and an umbrella. She was good at keeping secrets now, to the point she had almost convinced herself there was no truth to share. And each time, she half expected there to be no bottle of pills after all.
open ending the cabinet of your dreams. Old musty wood, gold accents. slightly molded but nothing you can’t work with. I shove in what I can’t help and close it because looking at if makes me forget about the contents
The Cabinet had met recently to introduce a Bill affecting the manufacturers of furnitures including cabinets.
I guess there is only one word per day in this cabinet, this internet box of one word challenge. I stumbled upon “one word” last night and wrote., tried again and no new word appeared.
the cabinet smelled musty and was covered in dust and crumbs left over from the previous tenant. how could they leave it this way ?
My house has a cabinet. My wife is prime minister. My daughters are Ministers for Fun and Enjoyment.
I am alas the Treasurer who needs to balance the budget in the face of overwhelming adversity
It’s small. And it’s dark. She hasn’t seen daylight in such a long time, and she’s not entirely sure what that feels anymore. Warm light on her skin. She’s sure that she’s pale; anyone who has been kept in the cabinet that long would be. She’s scared though – this is all she’s known, the small four walls, the constrained space. When she’s let out by the policemen, she can’t help but squint, the bright light burning her. But now, she’s free.
I just wanted a bottle, or two. Just wanted glass shards, flicking across tiled floors. Just wanted to spill a bit, losen my tongue, you know. Let my mind soar for once.
I’m caged in this place.
Sieben Kabinette lagen nebeneinander. Alle waren mit Samtstoff in verschiedenen Farben ausgekleidet. Die Zimmerdecken spiegelten in größter Detailschärfe, was in den Räumen darunter vor sich ging. Ein Leberfleck, der sich einem Nasenloch näherte. Ein dickes schwarzes Haar, das von einer Nagelschere gekappt wurde. Ein grünes Blatt, mit roten Äderchen durchzogen, in einem Glas mit Whisky und Eiskugeln.
A flickering lightbulb could be seen in the background. In one corner stood an old cabinet, full of cobwebs. I was so taken aback by the whole setting that I failed to notice the old man sitting still in his armchair, the life stolen from his body, his soul long gone.
i want to steal that cabinet from her. it is a real beaut for sure. it would look great next to my decapitated camel and the little jar of snakes i got the other day would look perfect inside of it. i need it.
i must devise a plan to capture this thing of beauty.
With a loud crash, the glass tipped over; water spilled, droplets cascading over the dark wooden cabinet, down the front of the doors, crashing down, tumbling, spilling and ruining the facade of a perfectly crafted piece of furniture. Destroyed.
listen
a place to keep your belongings normally made from wood and can be Victorian or Georgina or modern
Speaking of cabinets, I am beginning to think that oneword is made up of whoever happens to sign in and post and one other person who assumes every other identity of the 46,000 members.
A cupboard found in the kitchen perfect for storing plastics, bowls or absolutely any sort of kitchenware. Cabinets are generally made out of wood and are mounted high on a wall.
If I get anymore requests to explain the world of home repair or stage craft I will just plotz. Can’t anyone find a word that doesn’t need hardware to be real.
My mother always carried the key to her secret cabinet in her left breast pocket. I always dreamt that one day she would leave the cabinet ajar and I would peek in and find treasure, alas, on the eve of my 9th Birthday my mother passed and the key, along with my dreams, was buried.
There is so much hidden in my cabinet, a world unknown to most. My world in all its nakedness: my truths, my core. There is so much in my cabinet that I cannot deny, so much of which has built me up while some have let me die.
And so i placed my mug back into the cupboard and realised that I would in fact, not have my morning cup of tea, not because I didn’t have the money to buy the tea, or the time to make it, but rather because I felt as though it was not right.
telephone
cabinet is where we can put things up. And then somehow we got mixed up on there. When we usually can search thing easily, then things got freakin bad. actually I’m kinda confused in here, so… ya
desk and laptop thing, there could be glasses too and food. but somehow not. mostly could used for books and stationary thing. am i right?
the doors of the cabinet snapped shut as noah took out the box of noodles. “Here you go Andy. Have fun.”
“Why, thank you,” Andy replied, smiling as he retrieved the box. “It’s nice having you around. I always feel silly using the stool.”
“no problem, short stuff!”
i have many hidden secrets in my cabinet. it is the perfect place to hide all our little things. no one enters my room, and is definitely not allowed to look in my cabinet.
She looks at the cabinet, and it stares back at her.
I swallowed all your clothes, it says.
That’s fine, she replies. Nude is the new cashmere.
opens and closes. hides you from things you don’t wanna see… a personal space where you can be alone. you can store things in a cabinet like books and games. and also your belongings. i really like cabinets. they are quaint and they are efficient.
i have cabinets in my kitchen. they hold food and other edible items. sometimes they have cans and bags and others have pans or other non edible things. i like cabinets. they are useful. do you like them?
I sat alone in the dark. Well, more like in the dark, in a cabinet. I was certain that this would be the best hiding place ever; maybe I’ll actually win this time. I waited and waited, but then I heard something that didn’t exactly sound like footsteps.
Food, yells at me. Love the food for a minute, hate my self for a week. Delicious and calories filled snacks haunt me. HELP! I need a way out, I’d hate to disappoint myself.
The cabinet was stocked with bottles. Bottles full of read liquid. Juice? Tomatoes? I picked up the nearest jar, opening the lid and peering inside. The smell was unmistakable.
It was blood.
Cabinets hold a lot of things. Some hold make up and others hold food. Some may even hold clothes, books, or personal belongings. But the best cabinets hold all the secrets in place that are welled up inside each of us. Waiting for someone to open them up and remember the memories each carries with them. The t shirt he wore, the scent of the perfume. Secret luxurious memories
“Its in the top cabinet.” He smiled at me,
I smiled back, “I so totally knew that.” I reached up to the hard decaying cabinet and pulled the brass handle. This moment would change our life’s forever.