I dialed the phone to call my bitch and tell her that i ran over her cat. I was sorry, but then again i always hated that fucking thing. I remember when i was child and i would sit on my grandfather lap and her would tell me, nathan
nathan
i once dialed an old man
and asked him how he was
he answered quite coherently
but with a little buzz.
d*
as the fogginess of sleep lifted, she stared with cloudy vision at the unfamiliar dial pad of the hotel’s phone. this was certainly not her room, and she did not feel like herself.
jonah
My family just recently updated their rotary phone. Now we have buttons 0_0
Trish
I can dial your number on the phone and get my to have a friend to talk to. Since the phone was invented, the work “dial” has such special connotations. Try it sometime. A friend is just a “dial” away. Wait! We don’t “dial” the phone anymore.
Karen
I didn’t know where to dial. I just stood there with the phone in my hand. The situation confused me so, I almost forgot why I had picked the phone up in the first place. “Funny how the mind works”, I thought, and the forgot.
Jrk
i try to phone him.But he rejects me again and again.Duh… what’s my fault.Why he don’t want to talk to me again. okay,don’t get me wrong.He’s not my special someone either.Just friend.
indy
The dial loomed over him, enormous and menacing in the red light of the control room. It cast a long shadow over him, and he felt he MUST push it. There was no help for it. He glanced around furtively and stuck out a trembling finger. It was now or never.
James
Dial tone. Dial phone. Delete the tone. Must dial the phone to erase the tone. Get it out of you ear. Get off your rear. Dial the phone. Drop the tone. Call me.
Karin
She picked up the phone and dialed the number. She quickly slammed the receiver down again. Terrified she picked it up again. Then down. Three times it took before she finally walked away. Saddened at her own fear and disgusted with herself she walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door.
Kathy
dial soap, nope ivory
dial your number, nope, got voice activated now
dial the knob on the washer
nope, got the digital stuff
dial dial, gone you are, crowded out by technology.
Carl Holmes
“Mia1 get down here now!” I sigh, roll over on my side, and kick my legs underneath the quilt. “MIA!’ My mother screams. I sigh again and spin the dial on the intercom by my bed.
isabel
Fred picked up the phone, his hand shaking, and beads of sweat rolled down his broad forehead; the index finger of the opposite hand was poised over the dial pad. But suddenly, a hacking cough seized him. It slowed and finally disappeared. And once more he was staring at the turquoise phone that he had for more then 30 years. The lit cigarette lied in the ashtray next to it as wisp of smoke floated from its tip.
Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped the top of his head: the humidity and heat seemed to sit in the living room and the smell of methanol and Newports emanated from the walls. After placing it back in his front pocket, he turned to look at the picture of his late wife, Esther. His blue eyes teared up.
Mr. Prescott’s lip quivered, and he bellowed: “I’m sorry, Esther. Honestly, I. I know you told me to stop. But I can’t. So I’m going to do the right thing today. Gonna call the doctor, I.”
His finger jabbed in the doctor’s office number, and a secretary picked up.
Gouldin Lion
I didn’t know what I was doing. My fingers stumbled, gtripped, falling over each other as I tried to find the dial. My thumb found purchase, pushed in. There now, I thought, breathing a side of relief. It’ll all disappear soon.
That’s what I thought I knew. But I know so little.
It wasn’t going to go well. That was for sure.
k
she dialed the phone, nothing. hanging up she frowned at the phone before once more dialing. This time she left a message and when she hung up she looked around.
the apartment was dimmly lit and shadowed
Deathberry15
what the fuck? Dial? Dial a phone? Sun Dial? Who fucking knows. Dial Soap?
Motumbo
the phone and call my number
Anonymous
grr. not again. i try not to think about it, but it is bugging me. i have not dialed the digits in two days. i miss him so badly it hurts. i do not know what i going to do. HELP! jk… :P
mistyheart
dial i want to dial his number just to hear his voice. I want to dial his number to say that i miss you that i love you and often want you back. other times i want to dial the number to say that i completely over it and i wish you the best of luck. i just want to dial the number mainly to hear your voice.
eroticserenity
I dialed her number. I let the phone ring once, then I quickly smashed the phone back onto the receiver. Sighing, I wandered to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I would never be able to muster the courage to talk to her, to face her again after all these years. It was hopeless.
vish
The dial tone echoed in my ear, reflecting the sinking feeling in my chest. He hung up on me. Again. As I reach down to cradle the phone, I realized… that’s the last time he will ever do that to me again.
Diane
dial 911! She said. “Why?” i ask. “BECAUSE THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!” she screams back. I dont know how i managed it, but i stayed completely calm the whole time. i did call 911, and they came to the resue.
LU
My trembling hands dialed those disatrous numbers. Had I known then that this single phone call would impact the rest of my life? Had I known that if I had just forgot about the whole incident I would not be here as I today. No, boviously not- for that would have been completely and utterly STUPID. But because I didn’t know my sweaty palms dialed those horrid numbers and then started my new life.
Katie
Dial tones are really annoying especially when you think you’ve called someone and all you hear is that stupid woman saying, “if you’d like to make a call…” I hate talking on the phone because of the awkward silences, which is weird cause usually I like silence and being alone, but not being lonely.
CP
he picked up the phone cautiously. The dial tone rang endlessly in his ears. The only thought in his mind was circulating over and over again – ‘call her, call her..’ His fingers knew the number, he barely even had to think about it until the moment her voice carried over the line with a soft ‘Hello?’
Tori
does the word change, or is it the same word all day? because i very uninspired by dials. seriously. phones. whoo hooo. go throw a party with alexander grahm bell.
Anna
I love to crank dial the IRS.
Anonymous
There was an orange bar of soap in the bathroom when I was a kid. It was Lifebuoy. Very caustic to the nose. I wish we had had Dial back then.
kathy
I hate that word. It means I have to call someone, and calling someone is worse than texting,e-mailing, or even indirectly tweeting them. Yup, I’m that person.
Annad
a phone. it has a dial. if you press some numbers, you can call anyone in the world. well, any living person. that is the problem. Jane needed to call the dead.
Jane
The light shines down while a tree catches as much of the suns rays possible. Like a dial the tree stands tall casting a new shadow at the sun’s every movement. A dance into dusk the tress sway and wave the warmth away. While the sun bids them a fresh morrow sky, the moon takes his placeong the universal eye.
Saru
I had to call my mom to get the number I needed. I thought it was so weird that someone would call and not leave a way to get back in touch.
r.a.
One hand at the phone dial, another in his pants, he couldn’t imagine that the voice over it sounded so sexy.
Saluli
eight six seven five three oh niiiieeeiine!
g
She grabbed the phone and dialed 911 as quickly as possible. He was in the next room. She could hear it. The phone ran and went through. The door slammed open. She screamed as he lunged at her with the knife. The phone fell as she hit the ground. He was on top of her, grinning with the knife pressed against her throat. “What did I tell you?”
B
you can dial a telephone number. you should dial a number iff a friend or family. dial is a funny sounding word when you say it lots. i going to dial a telephone number on my mobile phone. then i can ring somebody maybe my boyfriend. its our 7month anniversary
ali
I dial the phone as quickly as i can. i’m so worried. he might be in trouble, and i wont ever be able to reach him. i need to help him out. the phone rings on the other end. then finally i reach his answering machine. please! Dont’t do this Arnold! You’re my only son!
Laura
dial a heart wash it out with soap for all the meanness that resides there. dial a number and call it with your heart and rinse off the residual resentment that resides there as well. memories of mothers, fathers and all those wishing us on to better things, trapping us within the conflict of duality.
emme
I dialled the phone number I’d been given. Someone picked up, evidently a female. I was hoping the little voice that greeted me from the other end of the line would have some clues for me.
“Hello there,” I said, “I… look, I have no idea who I’m calling here, it’s just that… well it just so happens that when I woke up this morning I had a piece of paper sitting on my bed-side table with this phone number written on it in what looked like sexy handwriting.”
A.J. Moon
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I dialed the phone to call my bitch and tell her that i ran over her cat. I was sorry, but then again i always hated that fucking thing. I remember when i was child and i would sit on my grandfather lap and her would tell me, nathan
i once dialed an old man
and asked him how he was
he answered quite coherently
but with a little buzz.
as the fogginess of sleep lifted, she stared with cloudy vision at the unfamiliar dial pad of the hotel’s phone. this was certainly not her room, and she did not feel like herself.
My family just recently updated their rotary phone. Now we have buttons 0_0
I can dial your number on the phone and get my to have a friend to talk to. Since the phone was invented, the work “dial” has such special connotations. Try it sometime. A friend is just a “dial” away. Wait! We don’t “dial” the phone anymore.
I didn’t know where to dial. I just stood there with the phone in my hand. The situation confused me so, I almost forgot why I had picked the phone up in the first place. “Funny how the mind works”, I thought, and the forgot.
i try to phone him.But he rejects me again and again.Duh… what’s my fault.Why he don’t want to talk to me again. okay,don’t get me wrong.He’s not my special someone either.Just friend.
The dial loomed over him, enormous and menacing in the red light of the control room. It cast a long shadow over him, and he felt he MUST push it. There was no help for it. He glanced around furtively and stuck out a trembling finger. It was now or never.
Dial tone. Dial phone. Delete the tone. Must dial the phone to erase the tone. Get it out of you ear. Get off your rear. Dial the phone. Drop the tone. Call me.
She picked up the phone and dialed the number. She quickly slammed the receiver down again. Terrified she picked it up again. Then down. Three times it took before she finally walked away. Saddened at her own fear and disgusted with herself she walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door.
dial soap, nope ivory
dial your number, nope, got voice activated now
dial the knob on the washer
nope, got the digital stuff
dial dial, gone you are, crowded out by technology.
“Mia1 get down here now!” I sigh, roll over on my side, and kick my legs underneath the quilt. “MIA!’ My mother screams. I sigh again and spin the dial on the intercom by my bed.
Fred picked up the phone, his hand shaking, and beads of sweat rolled down his broad forehead; the index finger of the opposite hand was poised over the dial pad. But suddenly, a hacking cough seized him. It slowed and finally disappeared. And once more he was staring at the turquoise phone that he had for more then 30 years. The lit cigarette lied in the ashtray next to it as wisp of smoke floated from its tip.
Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped the top of his head: the humidity and heat seemed to sit in the living room and the smell of methanol and Newports emanated from the walls. After placing it back in his front pocket, he turned to look at the picture of his late wife, Esther. His blue eyes teared up.
Mr. Prescott’s lip quivered, and he bellowed: “I’m sorry, Esther. Honestly, I. I know you told me to stop. But I can’t. So I’m going to do the right thing today. Gonna call the doctor, I.”
His finger jabbed in the doctor’s office number, and a secretary picked up.
I didn’t know what I was doing. My fingers stumbled, gtripped, falling over each other as I tried to find the dial. My thumb found purchase, pushed in. There now, I thought, breathing a side of relief. It’ll all disappear soon.
That’s what I thought I knew. But I know so little.
It wasn’t going to go well. That was for sure.
she dialed the phone, nothing. hanging up she frowned at the phone before once more dialing. This time she left a message and when she hung up she looked around.
the apartment was dimmly lit and shadowed
what the fuck? Dial? Dial a phone? Sun Dial? Who fucking knows. Dial Soap?
the phone and call my number
grr. not again. i try not to think about it, but it is bugging me. i have not dialed the digits in two days. i miss him so badly it hurts. i do not know what i going to do. HELP! jk… :P
dial i want to dial his number just to hear his voice. I want to dial his number to say that i miss you that i love you and often want you back. other times i want to dial the number to say that i completely over it and i wish you the best of luck. i just want to dial the number mainly to hear your voice.
I dialed her number. I let the phone ring once, then I quickly smashed the phone back onto the receiver. Sighing, I wandered to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I would never be able to muster the courage to talk to her, to face her again after all these years. It was hopeless.
The dial tone echoed in my ear, reflecting the sinking feeling in my chest. He hung up on me. Again. As I reach down to cradle the phone, I realized… that’s the last time he will ever do that to me again.
dial 911! She said. “Why?” i ask. “BECAUSE THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!” she screams back. I dont know how i managed it, but i stayed completely calm the whole time. i did call 911, and they came to the resue.
My trembling hands dialed those disatrous numbers. Had I known then that this single phone call would impact the rest of my life? Had I known that if I had just forgot about the whole incident I would not be here as I today. No, boviously not- for that would have been completely and utterly STUPID. But because I didn’t know my sweaty palms dialed those horrid numbers and then started my new life.
Dial tones are really annoying especially when you think you’ve called someone and all you hear is that stupid woman saying, “if you’d like to make a call…” I hate talking on the phone because of the awkward silences, which is weird cause usually I like silence and being alone, but not being lonely.
he picked up the phone cautiously. The dial tone rang endlessly in his ears. The only thought in his mind was circulating over and over again – ‘call her, call her..’ His fingers knew the number, he barely even had to think about it until the moment her voice carried over the line with a soft ‘Hello?’
does the word change, or is it the same word all day? because i very uninspired by dials. seriously. phones. whoo hooo. go throw a party with alexander grahm bell.
I love to crank dial the IRS.
There was an orange bar of soap in the bathroom when I was a kid. It was Lifebuoy. Very caustic to the nose. I wish we had had Dial back then.
I hate that word. It means I have to call someone, and calling someone is worse than texting,e-mailing, or even indirectly tweeting them. Yup, I’m that person.
a phone. it has a dial. if you press some numbers, you can call anyone in the world. well, any living person. that is the problem. Jane needed to call the dead.
The light shines down while a tree catches as much of the suns rays possible. Like a dial the tree stands tall casting a new shadow at the sun’s every movement. A dance into dusk the tress sway and wave the warmth away. While the sun bids them a fresh morrow sky, the moon takes his placeong the universal eye.
I had to call my mom to get the number I needed. I thought it was so weird that someone would call and not leave a way to get back in touch.
One hand at the phone dial, another in his pants, he couldn’t imagine that the voice over it sounded so sexy.
eight six seven five three oh niiiieeeiine!
She grabbed the phone and dialed 911 as quickly as possible. He was in the next room. She could hear it. The phone ran and went through. The door slammed open. She screamed as he lunged at her with the knife. The phone fell as she hit the ground. He was on top of her, grinning with the knife pressed against her throat. “What did I tell you?”
you can dial a telephone number. you should dial a number iff a friend or family. dial is a funny sounding word when you say it lots. i going to dial a telephone number on my mobile phone. then i can ring somebody maybe my boyfriend. its our 7month anniversary
I dial the phone as quickly as i can. i’m so worried. he might be in trouble, and i wont ever be able to reach him. i need to help him out. the phone rings on the other end. then finally i reach his answering machine. please! Dont’t do this Arnold! You’re my only son!
dial a heart wash it out with soap for all the meanness that resides there. dial a number and call it with your heart and rinse off the residual resentment that resides there as well. memories of mothers, fathers and all those wishing us on to better things, trapping us within the conflict of duality.
I dialled the phone number I’d been given. Someone picked up, evidently a female. I was hoping the little voice that greeted me from the other end of the line would have some clues for me.
“Hello there,” I said, “I… look, I have no idea who I’m calling here, it’s just that… well it just so happens that when I woke up this morning I had a piece of paper sitting on my bed-side table with this phone number written on it in what looked like sexy handwriting.”
agreement, phone call, friends, love, money, work, date, women