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July 25th, 2013 | 128 Entries

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128 Entries for “dot”

  1. Sherry looked at the underwear in the dryer that was not hers.The phone call that asked for Andy ,but hung up when they found out it was her.The sweet odor of perfume in the car.

  2. dot,dot,dot,dash,dash,dash,dot,dot,dot.

  3. I have to be honest

    I don’t see what the big deal is with sunsets

    I don’t much like the Beatles

    I write with crayons because I love the way they feel

    And when I look up into the sky I see dots of sand

    And when I look at the ocean all I see monotony

    And when I write I try to sound smart

    And when I speak to someone I want them to like me

    And I can’t imagine my existing without you

    But that’s only me being honest

    by T. on 07.25.2013
  4. …………com
    loop, loopadupaloop
    squiggly dot, squiggly dot!!!

    Vihart

    YAY!

  5. when my daughter was small she love the movie “a bug’s life”. now that she is older she can really appreciate some of the grown-up humor that is put in those movies to keep adults entertained while being forced to watch them over and over again. dot was a small ant in the movie, along with flick. great film.

    by amy on 07.25.2013
  6. dot dot dot

    by esben on 07.25.2013
  7. dot com. dot your i’s, cross your t’s. mind your manners if you please. connect the dots. fell on my head. saw spots saw dots; meat i am not dead.. moles, holes pinpricks, zits, ocular pupils, dermatological pores, cheetahs, ladybugs, dalmatians. polka dots, candy dots, acronyms, red dot after giving blood or a getting flu shot. end a sentence with a dot. dot dot dot. ellipsis.

  8. She drew dots along the veins on the back of her hand, mapping the cerulean currents beneath an ocean of yellowed pigment. Class was almost over, or was it work? It all blurred together. She was at the school six days a week and only sleeping an average of four hours a night. Whether she was sitting behind the big desk or the little one, it didn’t matter; she wanted out.

  9. he pauses at the top of the steps to breathe.

    it’s not anxiety; he forgot his inhaler in his bedroom three floors up. he can’t go back for it now. people have already spotted him and nodded in greeting. if he vanishes and returns minutes later, it will be noted. people will assume that he is, in fact, nervous, that he left to huddle in a dark, quiet corner somewhere (as is his wont) to gather himself, like a small child who cannot handle large crowds and– they will be mistaken. he is not even a little bit nervous.

    from the top of the steep, luxurious staircase he can see the top of everyone’s head: sleek feminine coiffures and sparse silver combovers, ringlets and neat side-parts and glittering jeweled headbands. he spots his three sisters immediately, their paprika-red hair like tiny bright dots in the crowd. Clarissa sees him and makes a move like she means to march up the stairs and retrieve him, so he inhales one last time and starts down, sinking into the heaving mass.

    by on 07.25.2013
  10. he pauses at the top of the steps to breathe.

    it’s not anxiety; he forgot his inhaler in his bedroom three floors up. he can’t go back for it now. people have already spotted him and nodded in greeting. if he vanishes and returns minutes later, it will be noted. people will assume that he is, in fact, nervous, that he left to huddle in a dark, quiet corner somewhere (as is his wont) to gather himself, like a small child who cannot handle large crowds and– they will be mistaken. he is not even a little bit nervous.

    from the top of the steep, luxurious staircase he can see the top of everyone’s head: sleek feminine coiffures and sparse silver combovers, ringlets and neat side-parts and glittering jeweled headbands. he spots his three sisters immediately, their paprika-red hair like tiny bright dots in the crowd. Clarissa sees him and makes a move like she means to march up the stairs and retrieve him, so he inhales one last time and starts down, sinking into the heaving mass.

    by on 07.25.2013
  11. A puncture in the middle of the dark. Streams of a glowing gold. It spread, spread like watercolors from a brush. Out and beyond, taking over the black with light.

    by Auralia on 07.25.2013
  12. Felicia stared at the page, her pin going up and down, but no words she could form. only tiny small dots remained on the page, where she thought she might say something, than stopped again. She frowned in frustration, throwing her pin down onto the desk and walking away. she needed to cool herself first before she threw something.

  13. Felicia stared at the page, her pin going up and down, but no words she could form. only tiny small dots remained on the page, where she thought she might say something, than stopped again. She frowned in frustration, throwing her pin down onto the desk and walking away. she needed to cool herself first before she threw something.

  14. what the actual frick oh my god dot what the heck am i usupposed to write about that. all ti matde me think about was tumblr dot com what is wrong with me ugh i thought this would be fun but it’s really just stressing me out WHY MUST THE BLUE BAR MOVE SO FAST im haicing a haeart attack help life alert plsz oh god its over

    by h swizzle on 07.25.2013
  15. Dots and dashes can make up every word n every language. Braille and Morse, we salute you.

    by Bunty on 07.25.2013
  16. His face was covered in acne, encrusting him in a layer of pus filled red dots. he was in hell

  17. Dot dot goose. Isn’t that a child’s game?

    by DelDel on 07.25.2013
  18. The kids had run out of the house and I was cleaning up after dinner. My Husband Ralph was sitting in the living room, as was his habit, watching the news while I busied myself in the kitchen. This was my time to have solstice; The kids and him out of my hair, my time to be alone.

    I rubbed the counter with a rag and saw the small dot on the granite texture. I tried to rub it out. It was a round electronic looking disk that slid away when I touched it. Turning it in my fingers there appeared to be a small arc in the tiny circuits buried in it.

  19. She had only just noticed it. The spot above the hilt of the blade. It had slowly been growing over the last few days, but until now, it was mostly invisible. She wondered what it meant for her, for her friends and family, and above all else, her pet hamster, Bubbles.

    by Wervenyt on 07.25.2013
  20. Oh my God, I have always been fascinated and attached with this dot, not just the word, but the matter itself. I mean, look at the dot. It is so fantastic. It has such significance and the fact that it is so tiny and yet important, makes it even more cool, awesome and really genuine. I love the dot. I have a whole theory about dot

    by Sidrah Zaheer on 07.25.2013
  21. There was nothing on the paper was a red, splotchy dot, which reminded Helen of the Black Spot from Treasure Island only it was the wrong color. She thought perhaps there would be hidden ink, but no amount of vinegar or lemon juice could reveal a secret message. So she simply placed the paper in the recycling and went on her way.

    That was, of course, before the dot got bigger and looked like a stain, and the recycling bin grew very, very hot to the touch.

    by Belinda Roddie on 07.25.2013
  22. The dot was in the middle of the screen, just there. I sat there staring at it, like they told me to. If I stopped looking they would enter the room. That was the worse. When they came in my room. So I continued to stare, doing exactly as they said.

    by Minka on 07.25.2013
  23. dot dot dot
    the line is shot
    we each cry out
    to quell the knot

    lines are drawn
    the maze becomes
    a dot fulfilling
    endless sums

  24. She couldn’t believe she had t0 follow it. This dot that appeared out of nowhere like some insurance commercial. It had been seven days and she was still following it.

    by Jules on 07.25.2013
  25. A dot is a period. A period is an annoying time of the month. And a dot is also how I feel in this world, though my goals are much bigger than that.

    by Kla on 07.25.2013
  26. It comes at the end of a sentence. It can be a fashion trend. It can be a sign of eternal love and marriage. One symbol can do so much.

    by Minahil Siddiqui on 07.25.2013
  27. Dot the i’s.
    Do everything the way it should be done.
    That is, if you know the way it should be one.
    We are seeking order in the world.
    One dot at a time. Dot by dot.

    by Robin on 07.25.2013
  28. he had no idea where that little spot had come form but it had been haunting him for the past few weeks now. it grew. it kept growing and it was scaring him. how could something like that grow. why was it on his body and – oh god why was it growing?! was it a sign? was it a warning? was it a mark of death or of maybe something alien? was it a government engineered mark? where had this dot come from…
    he hoped it left soon. or washed out.

    by Vii Zammit on 07.25.2013
  29. Dots. There were dots clouding her vision, dancing around and taunting her like the fireflies she could never catch as a kid. Murmurs left her lips as she tried to blink away the harsh light, yet to no avail, her eyes were burning against her lids and there was a hand on her shoulder, pulling her upwards and out of hell.

    by Ella on 07.25.2013
  30. The dot is the spot from the lot. I’m tired it. Shot!

  31. I hate that dot. It reminds me of this pitiful world we live in. Just a speck on the surface of the universe. That dot will be the end of me, I am sure.

    by Meg on 07.25.2013
  32. I stare at it from across the room. Does it notice me? It must, I am not hiding from it. I approach the dot slowly, wondering if it will be my friend. I reach out to touch it when the dot fades away. Nothing is left. I am alone.

    by Meg on 07.25.2013
  33. periods are small and stick to the point

    by Sarah on 07.25.2013
  34. amanda always wants a dot for her nail designs but its to simple but she is a simple person. i like picuters more complicated designs but i guess im more complicated. everybody is different i guess.

    by buddy the elf on 07.25.2013
  35. Dot dot dot. An ellipsis. That’s all my mind draws at the moment; a sort of “blank” in place of would-be-should-be content.

    Despite this, I begin moving my pen across the paper, determined to overcome my writer’s block. Before I know it, my paper is filled with words, yet just as empty.

    by Kyle on 07.25.2013
  36. The dot was just there. Besmirching my perfect, clean surface. I was obsessed. I stared at it for hours on end. Nothing would remove it. It was just there. Taunting me. Belittling my inadequacies.

  37. It’s a dot, not a pixel.

  38. Dot on this, Dot on that
    Pen in hand spot of black
    Never saying what I’m feeling
    Always trying not revealing
    Dot of thought
    Dot of pot
    Think that’s all on dot I’ve got

    by Scm on 07.25.2013
  39. It was just staring at me, the dot was just there. No person on this Earth knows how it got here it just who kas. I have my suspicions, but I never thought that it would be this extremhe e. W

  40. He made a dot on his face. “What the fuck man,” said the dotted dude. “I thought it would look cute.” “It doesn’t look cute, it looks like you put a damn dot on my face. Tell me that wasn’t permanent marker, man.” “It …Oh shit,” the dotter runs the fuck away because he thought he’d picked up the magic marker when in fact he’d grabbed the sharpie. Soon he would have to stop running though.

    by torr on 07.25.2013