March 27th, 2012 | 216 Entries

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  1. She’s the best catcher we have, but years of squatting behind the plate have worn her knees and threaten to wear her future. Can she give it up and move – oh god! – to the outfield? That’s where an arm of her caliber needs to be, if not throwing out would be base stealers.

    By robineh on 03.27.2012

  2. Makes me think of the Catcher in the Rye. I really didn’t like that book. Holden Caulfield was a brat.

    By loni on 03.27.2012

  3. catch this dont miss everyone will laugh at you ridicule never understand

    By Pinkles on 03.27.2012

  4. The catchers were quick, so she had to be quicker. But how can you outrun something that isn’t even there? The only way is to not be there yourself– to run so fast that you’re essentially never there at all, or at least not long enough to leave a trace. To make sure no one ever remembers you, to never be caught, you can never been seen and never be noticed.

    By Rebecca URL on 03.27.2012

  5. the catcher in the rye is one of my favorite books. there is just something about the teenage angst which the novel is so famous for. Though i normally stick to a completely different style of literature, this one book caught my attention and i really enjoyed it.

    By Kate on 03.27.2012

  6. “CATCH HER,” he screamed. His nightmare was finally coming true; she was slipping, falling, she was gone.

    By vhee on 03.27.2012

  7. There is one thing i’m sure i’ll never become and that is a catcher, i have the coordination of a strawberry and the ball skills of a rhinoceros

    By kim on 03.27.2012

  8. I’ve never read The Catcher in the Rye. My sister did and apparently it was absolutely brilliant and I should read it. It doesn’t seem like it would interest me, but then again I’ve said the same things about the Hunger Games, The Twilight Series (in my younger years, I assure you) and various other books she’s told me to read that I didn’t think I would like. Then again, she’s never been wrong yet.

    By CNou91 on 03.27.2012

  9. I’d always sit in the bleachers watching the game, the pitches making their throws. I’d watch the people who’d catch the missed throws, their names always forgotten in the excitement of the experience. I’d watch the catches made in the outfield, when I’d always think that the hit was going to be a home run. The catcher always had a way of making the game end.

    By Novo on 03.27.2012

  10. I sat in Spanish engrossed in The Catcher in the Rye. I was terrifeid someone would look over and see what I was reading, not because I didn’t want people to know I read, but because how could I explain such a book to people who stared inside of screens instead of out of windows of books and words?

    By Quotes? Yes. on 03.27.2012

  11. The catcher stood behind home plate.
    “Strike!” Yells the ref as a bat barely misses the catchers masked face. Taking a few steps back, an eye catches his from the stands…

    By kc on 03.27.2012

  12. I never fully understood the dream catcher.
    I mean I understood that they were made to catch all your bad dreams.
    But I never understood why people felt the need to tattoo themselves with it or anything. I mean, what higher purpose could it have to you to where you’d want it on your body?
    I suppose it makes sense.
    Catch your bad dreams, so only the good dreams are left.

    By Karsen Meredith URL on 03.27.2012

  13. The catcher of the baseball team was reading Catcher in the Rye in the locker room while his son hung a dreamcatcher in his bedroom about two hundred miles away. If the catcher looked really hard at the pages of his book, he could catch a glimpse or smudges on the print. Meanwhile, his son was catching up with his homework and watching the feathers of his new decoration dance against the light breeze caught from his bedroom window.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 03.27.2012

  14. And I fall
    From these great heights
    And I fell from dirty skies
    And i fell,
    Into the arms of the bitter catcher
    The catcher and the cry.

    By Midge on 03.27.2012

  15. Catcher in the rye. Or a little boy with a baseball glove, staring into a huge sky, waiting for that thudding collide, that catch that will lead to a whole throwing forward of spirit. A web, a trap, a grab at something that’s not yours. Hay fields and gossamer golden threads with treasure suspended. Or – catch her, catch her quick – she’s falling. Breath catches in a gasp.

    By siobhan347 URL on 03.27.2012

  16. You can run all you want. They say you can run to the ends of the earth, you can hide where you please, change your name, anything. They say you can do all that and the catchers will still find you. It’s what they do really, if it wasn’t they wouldn’t need to be called catchers. They catch.

    By Jenny URL on 03.27.2012

  17. “The Catcher in the Rye? Really?” Jamie asks. Conrad sets the book against his chest, it’s worn out, older than he is and picked up at one of those second hand shops downtown.

    “Shut up,” Conrad says, “I like it. You can’t judge me, you don’t even read.”

    “Your reading list is like that of try-hard. I bet you like Palahniuk and Austen too?”

    By Cassie URL on 03.27.2012

  18. “No!”
    The ball was soaring above her head and she could hear cheers erupting from the opposing team as she tripped on impossibly gangly legs and fell.
    A thud sound was heard as her knees planted themselves into the dirt and her glove flew from her hand as the ball landed harmlessly several inches away from her.

    By Yuki on 03.27.2012

  19. I used to play baseball, softball, those sports where you catch, throw, run. Funny, because looking back, sports may have been the closest thing to raw passion that I had, where I was genuinely excited to play, to practice, to show myself. I don’t know why it’s no longer a part of my life, and it makes me kind of sad.

    By Taylin on 03.27.2012

  20. The Catcher and the Rye. I have always wanted to read that book. It’s supposed to be really good. I don’t know if I would like it though. I’ll put it on my list. What else? The Tale of Two Cities.

    By elleow URL on 03.27.2012

  21. “Please! You have to do it! You have to jump!”
    The boy was crying now, half choking as smoke filled the air. A hand appeared on his shoulder and a face appeared in his vision.
    “Honey, you have to jump. Do it. For me.”
    And the little boy was pushed to the window and he fell as an explosion rocked behind him, sending him hurtling along with glass shards.

    By Yuki on 03.27.2012

  22. Catch her, please, and don’t let her go. She needs someone to save her but she doesn’t know. She’s falling hard and there’s nowhere left to go. Catch her, please, and don’t let her go.

    By just another person URL on 03.27.2012

  23. Butterflies are at their prettiest when they’re affixed with a needle to a cardboard. Many sought to find a beauty in death, equal to that of the butterfly, and decorated their self-inflicted wounds with words of poetry. My only wish regarding such glum matters as death, is that the afterlife includes coffee.

    By Kirsty URL on 03.27.2012

  24. Falling is such a scary thing, whether it be from height or love, and I know that one day I will experience both at the same time. My heart dangles from a string, but slowly all these feelings of pain and heartache inside will build up and make it feel so heavy. One day there will be too much weight for the string to handle and it will snap and fall, and I’d hope that you’ll be the one that catches my heart before it hits the ground.

    By Laurie R. URL on 03.27.2012

  25. When I saw her in the bar, I tried to catcher in the rye.

    By Joe in Florida on 03.27.2012

  26. You can’t catch me.

    The words marched across the page in a straightforward fashion, as dry and emotionless as he could manage. With a huff that struggled to not be emotional, he reread his words for the last time, folded the page, and set it on the table on his way out the door, his backpack bouncing with the promise of each new step.

    By Macy on 03.27.2012

  27. There’s a book called The Catcher in the Rye. I’ve never read it. A catcher is one who catches something.

    By Damaris URL on 03.27.2012

  28. In the rye we reside, with seeds for eyeballs and a small child roiling behind them. Don’t look at me that way, I don’t need to see your stare, your vicious, evil look. Pretend. Just pretend. (For me).

    By Rosalia Vanderbilt URL on 03.27.2012

  29. The excess water dripped off the eaves, into the small wooden bucket placed below. She looked up at the worn gutter, beaten and bruised herself, and laughed. “Your trash is my treasure.”

    By MFIII on 03.27.2012

  30. The young girl looked up to the setting sun. Knowing she had only minutes before all the excitement would begin, she stood up and walked over near the bushes. “Hello firefly” she whispered as it landed on her finger. She admired it and let it drop into her mason jar in the soft summer grass.

    By Britty URL on 03.27.2012

  31. Halfway to the plate bill saw the catcher. she had thrown her mask away and a cascade of raven silk clung to her sweaty brow. he caught her eye and she was startled at his rugged handsomeness. so startled in fact, she was killed by the incoming ball meant to be caught.

    By Timmy on 03.27.2012

  32. The baseball game was not very exciting, in Fran’s opinion. She wasn’t big on sports, and baseball in particular was slow-moving and excruciatingly dull, dull, dull.

    She was, however, rather big on the baseball players. The catcher in particular had a really cute behind. It was enough to hold her attention until the game was over.

    By lil_nail URL on 03.27.2012

  33. in the rye, she caught me, then let me go. It seemed I had her but for a moment. Now she is lost to me. The bitter taste of loss upon my tongue, burns in my heart, but forever will I hold that picture of her face inside my mind.

    By Pinkles on 03.27.2012

  34. Catcher. Of dreams, of thoughts, of love. I want to catch and hold these things for myself. Remind myself that they are always there and prevalent. They are the only constants in a world that is constantly evolving and morphing around me.

    By Vanessa on 03.27.2012

  35. in the rye
    first base
    book case
    my face

    By Katrina on 03.27.2012

  36. Catcher

    Im thinkin catcher in the rye. How Holden just wanted to catch the children in the field. He just wanted to be a child and play. How danny told me that when he thinks of my name he thinks of Holden. He said because it was an H name and he hadn’t heard it before. He told me don’t worry your not like Holden

    By Harlow URL on 03.27.2012

  37. what this is only one per day? i don’t quite get this game yet. Hello< i
    ve just started. Don't judge me! D: This is ridiculous. Actually, this is great fun! ALALALALALA. How are you today? Why are you reading this? Will anyone ever read this? Blah blah blah blah. I don't think this is the point of this game

    By Pickles on 03.27.2012

  38. Like a drop of water sliding down a sad windowpane, I am caught by the disheartening windowsill. It doesn’t end my existence; it only alters my way of life. And as such, many windowsills have been in and out of my so-called life.

    By Marissa URL on 03.27.2012

  39. impatient lines ahead.
    look out,
    the life is calling.

    why was i never told?

    By Nightawait URL on 03.27.2012

  40. It’s that thing, right. You know, that thing. That thing that you hold out and kind of dangle there in order to grab those things. You know, those things…the things with the wings, those things that flutter by…those things, you know. Well I was holding out this thing…
    The catcher?
    Yeah, the catcher!

    By Joel Malley URL on 03.27.2012