It all started with a key; the curves of the designed head twisted and ancient, wrought metal stained black with age and dirt. It felt heavy in her palm, and despite the sweltering West-coast heat, it held a chill that seeped into the pattern of her flesh.
The key to being successful is maintaining the proper attitude. The key to winning at everything, is having poise and posture throughout everything you do.
Keys are like secrets. They hide things away and contrarily open wondrous things, or perhaps dangerous, dark things that have reason to be locked away. Or perhaps secrets are more like locks? Regardless,
Sora always wondered why exactly the keyblade had chosen him. He never really thought much of it because at the time he received it, there wasn’t much time for him to consider it. Perhaps when Riku managed to get a hold of it, he began to wonder more about it, but then he had to press onwards. He
the fey to life is simple is just one you cant have muc tougth about it ita pure and simple happines. a key is the free pass to many things and there are so much people that just waste that
i TOOK THE KEY FROM THE TABLE. iT WAS SHINY AND COLD, LIKE THE WIND HAD COME IN AND MADE IT COLD. i OBSERVED IT, EVEN SMELLED IT. i DIDN’T LIKE THE METALLIC SMELL IT LEFT ON MY HANDS. i NEVER DID. The lock was tough; i could barely put the key in. It was ven harder to turn it around. After a few minutes of struggle I managed to turn the key until I heard a loud click. I put my hand on the handle and after a few seconds of hesitation, I pulled it downwards and dragged it towards me.
On the other side of the door there was a window. The curtains was sun bleached, which surprised me since the window was blocked and taped with some kind of plastic bag.
there was a sharp sound coming from the piano which I thought sounded odd. I pressed the note and it sounded out of tune, off key. Strange since the piano was tuned yesterday. Then I decided to look closer and found a lost key lying against the strings which made it sound out of key.
It turned out that I had the key all along. I didn’t realize it, because I spent so much time trying to figure out another escape. If I had just let my pride down, I would have gotten the key out a long time ago. But some battles need time and silence to be fought. I opened the lock and stepped outside. Fresh air. Freedom.
I have to unlock my back door because my key doesn’t work on the front door. I really hate having to walk all the way around to unlock it. I should get a hold of my landlord soon so that he can fix it. He says we can’t change the locks without telling him first.
But there were no keys that could unlock this. We could go searching around the world, flashlights in our hands, eyes bright with the thought of discovery, but we still wouldn’t find it. Because we’d search in the wrong place every time, looking outside ourselves rather than inside.
The key to the door was hidden in a fissure, but the fissure was hidden under a great crimson carpet, but the great crimson carpet was weighed down by a gold fountain, but the gold fountain was bolted into the floor with silver bolts, but the silver bolts were fashioned with a great blacksmith’s hand, and therefore very difficult to remove. So basically, we were staying in this room for a while…until we found a damn good brass screwdriver.
the key to our hearts are not always what they seem. For example, the pleasure provided by a moist chocolate cake may seem like the key to our heart. However, they are really just the key to type 2 diabetes. It is important to have more than one lock.
A key you always need a key and a hint. The hint to let you know you have the right door. the key to let you in. One time I had the right hint and the wrong door, or key, whichever way you choose to look at it.
I always loose my keys. Like, always. It’s stupid. They’re so small. I hate how small keys are. Imagine massive keys. Yeah, that’d be awesome. I’d never loose a key again.
Keys are a lot like humans. They come in all different shapes, sizes and colours. However, unlike humans, locks do not turn away or discriminate keys due to their shape, size or colour. Keys can open doors of dreams and possibilities or lock them in an instant.
(Repost but it is on an account I have just created. The above identical post was created by myself, but I wanted to put it onto this account for the future.)
Keys are a lot like humans. They come in all different shapes, sizes and colours. However, unlike humans, locks do not turn away or discriminate keys due to their shape, size or colour. Keys can open doors of dreams and possibilities or lock them in an instant.
Losing a key or finding one you don’t know what it opens rare both perplexing situations. Hidden keys are very sneaky and fun to find when your locked out
It was that key that killed me. That door really shouldn’t have been opened, just like mother said, but I hadn’t listened to her. And now I’m here, with the same key in hand, with the same door in front of me. I should open it, but i do.
I’ve lost the key to the box where I kept small treasures and secrets when I was 10 or 11. It has a piece of my favorite ceramic plate with mice on it that I accidentally dropped on the kitchen floor.
She turned the key and the locked clicked open; she pushed the door, and after a sharp shove it too popped open. The dust from its evident disuse scattered and decorated her clothes like glitter.
I couldn’t believe my eyes…or, well, more accurately, my ears.
“You chose her?” I asked, incredulous.
“Well, we needed a qualified candidate,” he splutters, looking uncomfortable and trying not to wince as she abruptly changes key in the background—eight measures too early, mind you. “…and, uh, she was the right one for the…” He must have caught my disbelieving look, because his last word trails away into nothingness. “… job…”
The key slipped out of the palm of her hand and into his pocket. “Use this when you need it most.” And with that, she was gone. The street lamp flickered once more above Noran’s head as he schlumped home in the rain, the heavy brass key banging against his leg as he went.
key to my heart. Key to everything. I want to unlock the world’s mysteries. I want to find everything. I want the world to open up for me as if I am the only one who knows its secrets. I want to explore. I want treasure. I want to find what’s special. I don’t know where it all is, where to find this key that will get me everything I want. I don’t know if I should make one. I’ll try.
They say the key to a relationship is communication. But, in my experience, alot of people “communicate” in different ways, and many times, that can be the biggest source of the problem in a relationship. I am bipolar, my husband has a mental “disorder” that makes him naturally argumentative, so most of the time, the key to our relationship is not so much communicating as it is deciding what isn’t worth fighting about.
The key grated in the lock, and the door stuck on the jamb as I pushed it. A little kick sent it shuddering open, and I stepped into the house. “ugh.”
Cherry-stones littered the floor and crunched underfoot, and the vibrations of my footsteps caused powderpost dust to drift down from the beams overhead. Now I knew why Aunt Alicia left me the ancient farmhouse; she never had liked me much.
Romano couldn’t believe himself. How could he let this happen, how could he let this damn Spaniard find and hold the key to his heart? Antonio was one sneaky bastard to have done this, but Romano couldn’t put it off any longer. He had fallen in love with the other man. [SPAMANO FTW]
She locked the door and forgot to place the key under the welcome mat. When she came home four hours later she assumed someone stole her key. She scrambled all over the place looking for the stolen key. Little did she know it was in her pocket the whole time.
There are many keys that exist in today’s world. The key to a door, a key to a safe, a key to someones heart…but most, importantly, the key to a happy life. If you are lucky enough, you have found yours. Love is my key.
The key lays in my hand, I grip the end and numbly shuffle my feet towards the door. Is it true what they say? I’ll finally find what I seek? No. Stories and wishes like this dont come true.
There once was a key lime pie that liked to sun bathe. As this was an unusual activity for key lime pie, the other pies often laughed and made fun of him. This resulted in the key lime pie getting served for dinner.
A key, something the world has needed for a long time. A key, It helps keep things safe. A key, can ruin a lot of things. A key to a hear can ruin a heart.
It all started with a key; the curves of the designed head twisted and ancient, wrought metal stained black with age and dirt. It felt heavy in her palm, and despite the sweltering West-coast heat, it held a chill that seeped into the pattern of her flesh.
The key to being successful is maintaining the proper attitude. The key to winning at everything, is having poise and posture throughout everything you do.
Keys are like secrets. They hide things away and contrarily open wondrous things, or perhaps dangerous, dark things that have reason to be locked away. Or perhaps secrets are more like locks? Regardless,
Sora always wondered why exactly the keyblade had chosen him. He never really thought much of it because at the time he received it, there wasn’t much time for him to consider it. Perhaps when Riku managed to get a hold of it, he began to wonder more about it, but then he had to press onwards. He
The key is the answer, stripped down and simplified. It’s easy to overlook in your haste to find it.
the fey to life is simple is just one you cant have muc tougth about it ita pure and simple happines. a key is the free pass to many things and there are so much people that just waste that
i TOOK THE KEY FROM THE TABLE. iT WAS SHINY AND COLD, LIKE THE WIND HAD COME IN AND MADE IT COLD. i OBSERVED IT, EVEN SMELLED IT. i DIDN’T LIKE THE METALLIC SMELL IT LEFT ON MY HANDS. i NEVER DID. The lock was tough; i could barely put the key in. It was ven harder to turn it around. After a few minutes of struggle I managed to turn the key until I heard a loud click. I put my hand on the handle and after a few seconds of hesitation, I pulled it downwards and dragged it towards me.
On the other side of the door there was a window. The curtains was sun bleached, which surprised me since the window was blocked and taped with some kind of plastic bag.
there was a sharp sound coming from the piano which I thought sounded odd. I pressed the note and it sounded out of tune, off key. Strange since the piano was tuned yesterday. Then I decided to look closer and found a lost key lying against the strings which made it sound out of key.
use it wisely it may open a door you don’t want to go through or maybe it will open up opportunities just for you.
It turned out that I had the key all along. I didn’t realize it, because I spent so much time trying to figure out another escape. If I had just let my pride down, I would have gotten the key out a long time ago. But some battles need time and silence to be fought. I opened the lock and stepped outside. Fresh air. Freedom.
the things i out in my door to unlock it. I use them everyday. They are usually in the bottom of my purse. I wish I had fewer of them.
I have a lock to my heart, it seems as though I can not find the one who holds the key. I feel the lock is all rusty but the key is brand new.
I have to unlock my back door because my key doesn’t work on the front door. I really hate having to walk all the way around to unlock it. I should get a hold of my landlord soon so that he can fix it. He says we can’t change the locks without telling him first.
But there were no keys that could unlock this. We could go searching around the world, flashlights in our hands, eyes bright with the thought of discovery, but we still wouldn’t find it. Because we’d search in the wrong place every time, looking outside ourselves rather than inside.
The key to the door was hidden in a fissure, but the fissure was hidden under a great crimson carpet, but the great crimson carpet was weighed down by a gold fountain, but the gold fountain was bolted into the floor with silver bolts, but the silver bolts were fashioned with a great blacksmith’s hand, and therefore very difficult to remove. So basically, we were staying in this room for a while…until we found a damn good brass screwdriver.
the key to our hearts are not always what they seem. For example, the pleasure provided by a moist chocolate cake may seem like the key to our heart. However, they are really just the key to type 2 diabetes. It is important to have more than one lock.
A key you always need a key and a hint. The hint to let you know you have the right door. the key to let you in. One time I had the right hint and the wrong door, or key, whichever way you choose to look at it.
I always loose my keys. Like, always. It’s stupid. They’re so small. I hate how small keys are. Imagine massive keys. Yeah, that’d be awesome. I’d never loose a key again.
Keys are a lot like humans. They come in all different shapes, sizes and colours. However, unlike humans, locks do not turn away or discriminate keys due to their shape, size or colour. Keys can open doors of dreams and possibilities or lock them in an instant.
(Repost but it is on an account I have just created. The above identical post was created by myself, but I wanted to put it onto this account for the future.)
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Keys are a lot like humans. They come in all different shapes, sizes and colours. However, unlike humans, locks do not turn away or discriminate keys due to their shape, size or colour. Keys can open doors of dreams and possibilities or lock them in an instant.
Losing a key or finding one you don’t know what it opens rare both perplexing situations. Hidden keys are very sneaky and fun to find when your locked out
It was that key that killed me. That door really shouldn’t have been opened, just like mother said, but I hadn’t listened to her. And now I’m here, with the same key in hand, with the same door in front of me. I should open it, but i do.
I’ve lost the key to the box where I kept small treasures and secrets when I was 10 or 11. It has a piece of my favorite ceramic plate with mice on it that I accidentally dropped on the kitchen floor.
She turned the key and the locked clicked open; she pushed the door, and after a sharp shove it too popped open. The dust from its evident disuse scattered and decorated her clothes like glitter.
I couldn’t believe my eyes…or, well, more accurately, my ears.
“You chose her?” I asked, incredulous.
“Well, we needed a qualified candidate,” he splutters, looking uncomfortable and trying not to wince as she abruptly changes key in the background—eight measures too early, mind you. “…and, uh, she was the right one for the…” He must have caught my disbelieving look, because his last word trails away into nothingness. “… job…”
The key slipped out of the palm of her hand and into his pocket. “Use this when you need it most.” And with that, she was gone. The street lamp flickered once more above Noran’s head as he schlumped home in the rain, the heavy brass key banging against his leg as he went.
key to my heart. Key to everything. I want to unlock the world’s mysteries. I want to find everything. I want the world to open up for me as if I am the only one who knows its secrets. I want to explore. I want treasure. I want to find what’s special. I don’t know where it all is, where to find this key that will get me everything I want. I don’t know if I should make one. I’ll try.
They say the key to a relationship is communication. But, in my experience, alot of people “communicate” in different ways, and many times, that can be the biggest source of the problem in a relationship. I am bipolar, my husband has a mental “disorder” that makes him naturally argumentative, so most of the time, the key to our relationship is not so much communicating as it is deciding what isn’t worth fighting about.
The key grated in the lock, and the door stuck on the jamb as I pushed it. A little kick sent it shuddering open, and I stepped into the house. “ugh.”
Cherry-stones littered the floor and crunched underfoot, and the vibrations of my footsteps caused powderpost dust to drift down from the beams overhead. Now I knew why Aunt Alicia left me the ancient farmhouse; she never had liked me much.
Romano couldn’t believe himself. How could he let this happen, how could he let this damn Spaniard find and hold the key to his heart? Antonio was one sneaky bastard to have done this, but Romano couldn’t put it off any longer. He had fallen in love with the other man. [SPAMANO FTW]
She locked the door and forgot to place the key under the welcome mat. When she came home four hours later she assumed someone stole her key. She scrambled all over the place looking for the stolen key. Little did she know it was in her pocket the whole time.
There are many keys that exist in today’s world. The key to a door, a key to a safe, a key to someones heart…but most, importantly, the key to a happy life. If you are lucky enough, you have found yours. Love is my key.
Keys are hard to hold onto, easy to lose, and ridiculously important. Keys are the opener of doors and the lockers of homes.
The key to living well is loving grandly, caring deeply, and thinking freely.
The key lays in my hand, I grip the end and numbly shuffle my feet towards the door. Is it true what they say? I’ll finally find what I seek? No. Stories and wishes like this dont come true.
There once was a key lime pie that liked to sun bathe. As this was an unusual activity for key lime pie, the other pies often laughed and made fun of him. This resulted in the key lime pie getting served for dinner.
house, boat, car, keys to life, keys to success, the key to your heart, the key to the universe, golden key…. Where did I put my keys?
A key, something the world has needed for a long time. A key, It helps keep things safe. A key, can ruin a lot of things. A key to a hear can ruin a heart.
Key’s are funny. They only open doors. You can also use keys as a weapon. Imagine how hurtful it is to get keyed. You, not your car. Need I say more?
Bears are funny little creatures. They eat people, but people still like them.