In One Word we are often asked to describe something. But what are we describing? Whay must we quantify the world into a single word of description. Isn’t it better to simply enjoy the silence of the moment to feel freedom from expression. In this way we can keep the magic in the world alive. That is true magic.
I play Tennis. Not to be fit, but because hitting the ball against my racket in that perfect sequence gives me the thrill that i can achieve something more incredible on the courts than words can describe on paper. I lose my mind on the courts, the racket takes over and before i know it the first 2 sets are over and I’m titled Champion of the 18 & under tournament.
The noise was loud. Annoying. It made her jump when it first started, a mildly irritating thing that she figured would either stop soon or she would be able to tune out. That had been two hours ago though and the racket was still going on.
There once was a story about a racket,
He couldn’t find the right jacket.
He wept and he cried,
He tried and tried,
but he would never have the any swag-et.
There once as a shopkeep who sold tennis rackets with glue attached. Kids would buy the rackets, take of the glue and throw the rackets in the trash.. He retrieved the rackets and sold them many time.s
racket? I think tennis rackets are costly.. Its really heavy, someone said me. And I’ve never used one. Maybe in future I’ll try out playing tennis. But I’ve played badminton and the racket is light and cheap…
I used to know how to play tennis, i think. the racket was always too heavy to hold so I gave up. then when i started dating my ex boyfriend (two years almost, the happiest i’ve ever been) he loved it, and made me come play with him. there were a ton of mosquitoes and we lost a ton of balls but I had a blast.
Racket, now there’s a word. It perfectly describes a cacophany. As if we didn’t already have enough words in the English language to use when we talk about noise.
Nowadays most people don’t even recognize this word. They say that only old people use this word. Like its such an absurd occurrence.
What is that racket? she asked.
“What racket?” I replied, banging away on my drums still. The thunk of the bass kept me going.
“Those drums!” She shrieked. “Knock it off!”
“I can’t,” I said. It’s my heartbeat.
“Don’t be so dramatic. I want to talk to you.”
No, I said. I can’t. I have to live.
I close my eyes and think. I’m the best. I don’t need anyone but my self and hit. Missing the ball again, I throw the racket and kick it, giving up. Kids around me are whispering and giggling about me but I ignore it and try again. Picking up the racket, I get in position and wait. A ball comes at me and I swing. I hit the ball and it’s perfect. Smiling, I turn around and scream at the kids that were laughing, “Do you want to try doing that?” They shake their head, saying no and I smirk.
swing. batter batter swing. take the commotion of it, knock it out of the canal. move it. touch it. hard. confiscate all knowledge of the moment and hit.
They made so much racket, I couldn’t get a minutes sleep. It must be nice to be able to rattle the bed that way, It’s been a long time since these old bones have been able to rattle that way.
The racket in my head was mounting to an unbearable decibel. The ever-increasing gibberish from all of the looney people that constantly required validation were fighting for dominance and I slowly found myself loosing a grip.
i once played badminton but it was not as physically active as i liked my sports to be i found it boring so i quit the same year and never tried playing again. I would like to try playing some tennis this year for fun with my boyfriend up at the lake. i better get a racket!
there was a racket on the tennis court that day. a broken racket. whoever thought of leaving a damaged racket on such a newly furbished, and pristine court must be nuts. i mean, in comparison with the rest of the order around the stadium that racket caused much disruption. so much that it made noise – the noise of defeat. that racket would forever torment me: with it’s sharp, jagged edges that had been torn as if limb by limb. limbless is the basic equivalence to lifelessness. no winning, no life. forever a loser – all due to one broken racket.
tennis balls zoom past my head as i make my way across the court to the beautiful girl standing at the other end. ducking and diving as i go getting cursed at by the hoity-toity tennis players dressed in their country club garb.
I’ve never played tennis before. I was actually think about that the other day. I was taking a walk and I was going past a park where someone was playing. I really should try it out sometime. I think the only time I have ever really held a racket was during P.E. in high school when we were learning badminton.
there was a racket on the tennis court that day. a broken racket. whoever thought of leaving a damaged racket on such a newly furbished, and pristine court must be nuts. i mean, in comparison with the rest of the order around the stadium that racket caused much disruption. so much that it made noise – the noise of defeat.
I swirl of air and dust goes up as I spin my racket with as much force as possible. It relaxes and calms my anger from last night. How can I ever appear at school again?
she was causing such a racket that crazy chihuahua! barking up a storm on the terrace of a hotel in Paris. totally ruining my summer vacation of relaxing in the city of romance…plotting murder!
they heard a large racket in the next room..the sound of pots and pans hitting the floor and mrs. sheldon yelling at her children to “be quiet” stop the racket!! Go outside and get some fresh air instead of messing things up in the kitchen. The rackets were constant in our neighborhood
It lay on the table, imposing its presence on her life. She glanced at him, eyes wide, before looking back at the offending object.
“You want me to what?” she asked, disbelief shading her normally sarcastic tone.
“You heard me. I think it’ll be a good stress reliever to hit some apples with the racket. Besides,” a smirk flashed over his features, “it’ll teach you a little self defense.”
I’ve never played tennis before. I was actually think about that the other day. I was taking a walk and I was going past a park where someone was playing. I really should try it out sometime. I think the only time I have ever really held a racket was during P.E. in high school when we were learning badminton.
One day there was an aspiring tennis player. His name was Jack. He learned the game during a riveting recess at school one day and really took to it. He acquired a racket from a local magic shop as it was cheapest, little did he know the racket had more to it than most…
there was a little boy that used a racket to kill people and nobody knew it was so awfull that when his mom found about it she just “lo encerro en un sotano” without leting him out
Causing a large amount of noise can sometimes be a good distraction. For instance, when trying to interrupt a marriage at an inopportune time, causing a racket and making it appear an accident is sometimes the best way to kill the atmosphere and give the bride or groom a moment to reconsider their choice.
It does sound old-fashioned to say, but thinking of him, my heart made a racket. Was it my age, nearing fifty, or was it the unaccustomed rush of love that assaulted me whenever I thought of him? I could hardly sleep for the pounding, and when my sorry heart was not pounding, it was beating erratically and loudly while I lay very still inside my secret.
What is all this racket?
I don’t know what this racket is/
It came out of nowhere
It’s almost like thunder but without the lightning.
People shouldn’t bang pans together.
I like racket. It makes me feel at home.
Smoothly, I bring my arm back. I aim, and whack the ball. Hard. I grunt, step back and brace myself for the next blow. The next ball zoooms past me at 100 mph and and I whack it back with my racket. This game is repetitive and calming.
“What is that Racket!”
Loud music blasted from the party next door. I rolled over in my bed to look out the window. Bright lights flashed, and bad-quality top 40 songs blasted. It’s 3 in the godamn morning!
Let’s go play tennis with Jill. Anaiah’s was on the tennis team. What’s a racket. Finish. Racket. Oh racket, oh racket…where are thou racket. tennis balls in the air…flying everyway through the night air.
causing a racket. noisy children bouncing a ball in an old abandoned house. a tennis racket. a girl in a white skirt playing tennis. playing by herself or the other person is not seen. wearing all white. visor. the net is in view.
The idea of racket in a house might at first sound not amusing, but without it, a family isn’t a family. One needs the chaos of the home environment to interact with one another. I need and love my family.
In One Word we are often asked to describe something. But what are we describing? Whay must we quantify the world into a single word of description. Isn’t it better to simply enjoy the silence of the moment to feel freedom from expression. In this way we can keep the magic in the world alive. That is true magic.
I play Tennis. Not to be fit, but because hitting the ball against my racket in that perfect sequence gives me the thrill that i can achieve something more incredible on the courts than words can describe on paper. I lose my mind on the courts, the racket takes over and before i know it the first 2 sets are over and I’m titled Champion of the 18 & under tournament.
The noise was loud. Annoying. It made her jump when it first started, a mildly irritating thing that she figured would either stop soon or she would be able to tune out. That had been two hours ago though and the racket was still going on.
I woke with a start. what was that? I listened a little closer.
nothing.
Had I dreamed it? what was that racket?
There once was a story about a racket,
He couldn’t find the right jacket.
He wept and he cried,
He tried and tried,
but he would never have the any swag-et.
There once as a shopkeep who sold tennis rackets with glue attached. Kids would buy the rackets, take of the glue and throw the rackets in the trash.. He retrieved the rackets and sold them many time.s
racket? I think tennis rackets are costly.. Its really heavy, someone said me. And I’ve never used one. Maybe in future I’ll try out playing tennis. But I’ve played badminton and the racket is light and cheap…
I used to know how to play tennis, i think. the racket was always too heavy to hold so I gave up. then when i started dating my ex boyfriend (two years almost, the happiest i’ve ever been) he loved it, and made me come play with him. there were a ton of mosquitoes and we lost a ton of balls but I had a blast.
Racket, now there’s a word. It perfectly describes a cacophany. As if we didn’t already have enough words in the English language to use when we talk about noise.
Nowadays most people don’t even recognize this word. They say that only old people use this word. Like its such an absurd occurrence.
What is that racket? she asked.
“What racket?” I replied, banging away on my drums still. The thunk of the bass kept me going.
“Those drums!” She shrieked. “Knock it off!”
“I can’t,” I said. It’s my heartbeat.
“Don’t be so dramatic. I want to talk to you.”
No, I said. I can’t. I have to live.
I close my eyes and think. I’m the best. I don’t need anyone but my self and hit. Missing the ball again, I throw the racket and kick it, giving up. Kids around me are whispering and giggling about me but I ignore it and try again. Picking up the racket, I get in position and wait. A ball comes at me and I swing. I hit the ball and it’s perfect. Smiling, I turn around and scream at the kids that were laughing, “Do you want to try doing that?” They shake their head, saying no and I smirk.
swing. batter batter swing. take the commotion of it, knock it out of the canal. move it. touch it. hard. confiscate all knowledge of the moment and hit.
Cover my ears. I can’t stand the sound. I remove them, and then hear nothing. Then the sound of nothing becomes it’s own sound. It’s loud. A racket.
They made so much racket, I couldn’t get a minutes sleep. It must be nice to be able to rattle the bed that way, It’s been a long time since these old bones have been able to rattle that way.
The racket in my head was mounting to an unbearable decibel. The ever-increasing gibberish from all of the looney people that constantly required validation were fighting for dominance and I slowly found myself loosing a grip.
i once played badminton but it was not as physically active as i liked my sports to be i found it boring so i quit the same year and never tried playing again. I would like to try playing some tennis this year for fun with my boyfriend up at the lake. i better get a racket!
there was a racket on the tennis court that day. a broken racket. whoever thought of leaving a damaged racket on such a newly furbished, and pristine court must be nuts. i mean, in comparison with the rest of the order around the stadium that racket caused much disruption. so much that it made noise – the noise of defeat. that racket would forever torment me: with it’s sharp, jagged edges that had been torn as if limb by limb. limbless is the basic equivalence to lifelessness. no winning, no life. forever a loser – all due to one broken racket.
tennis balls zoom past my head as i make my way across the court to the beautiful girl standing at the other end. ducking and diving as i go getting cursed at by the hoity-toity tennis players dressed in their country club garb.
The racket I hear outside my window never seems to drown out the noise in my head.
Loud, overwhelming, booming sound. You are compressed into a tiny ball by a thousand beating wings assaulting every sense. There is nothing but noise.
I’ve never played tennis before. I was actually think about that the other day. I was taking a walk and I was going past a park where someone was playing. I really should try it out sometime. I think the only time I have ever really held a racket was during P.E. in high school when we were learning badminton.
I just sat there wondering why the hell my brand new tennis racket was stuck on his head and how he got it stuck there.
there was a racket on the tennis court that day. a broken racket. whoever thought of leaving a damaged racket on such a newly furbished, and pristine court must be nuts. i mean, in comparison with the rest of the order around the stadium that racket caused much disruption. so much that it made noise – the noise of defeat.
I swirl of air and dust goes up as I spin my racket with as much force as possible. It relaxes and calms my anger from last night. How can I ever appear at school again?
she was causing such a racket that crazy chihuahua! barking up a storm on the terrace of a hotel in Paris. totally ruining my summer vacation of relaxing in the city of romance…plotting murder!
I used to have a tennis racket- well my mom did anyway and I wanted to try to play tennis. Well that didn’t work out- I have weak wrists!
they heard a large racket in the next room..the sound of pots and pans hitting the floor and mrs. sheldon yelling at her children to “be quiet” stop the racket!! Go outside and get some fresh air instead of messing things up in the kitchen. The rackets were constant in our neighborhood
It lay on the table, imposing its presence on her life. She glanced at him, eyes wide, before looking back at the offending object.
“You want me to what?” she asked, disbelief shading her normally sarcastic tone.
“You heard me. I think it’ll be a good stress reliever to hit some apples with the racket. Besides,” a smirk flashed over his features, “it’ll teach you a little self defense.”
THe racket inside my soul …stiffens my very being. The need for silence is deafining
I’ve never played tennis before. I was actually think about that the other day. I was taking a walk and I was going past a park where someone was playing. I really should try it out sometime. I think the only time I have ever really held a racket was during P.E. in high school when we were learning badminton.
One day there was an aspiring tennis player. His name was Jack. He learned the game during a riveting recess at school one day and really took to it. He acquired a racket from a local magic shop as it was cheapest, little did he know the racket had more to it than most…
there was a little boy that used a racket to kill people and nobody knew it was so awfull that when his mom found about it she just “lo encerro en un sotano” without leting him out
Causing a large amount of noise can sometimes be a good distraction. For instance, when trying to interrupt a marriage at an inopportune time, causing a racket and making it appear an accident is sometimes the best way to kill the atmosphere and give the bride or groom a moment to reconsider their choice.
It does sound old-fashioned to say, but thinking of him, my heart made a racket. Was it my age, nearing fifty, or was it the unaccustomed rush of love that assaulted me whenever I thought of him? I could hardly sleep for the pounding, and when my sorry heart was not pounding, it was beating erratically and loudly while I lay very still inside my secret.
What is all this racket?
I don’t know what this racket is/
It came out of nowhere
It’s almost like thunder but without the lightning.
People shouldn’t bang pans together.
I like racket. It makes me feel at home.
Smoothly, I bring my arm back. I aim, and whack the ball. Hard. I grunt, step back and brace myself for the next blow. The next ball zoooms past me at 100 mph and and I whack it back with my racket. This game is repetitive and calming.
“What is that Racket!”
Loud music blasted from the party next door. I rolled over in my bed to look out the window. Bright lights flashed, and bad-quality top 40 songs blasted. It’s 3 in the godamn morning!
Let’s go play tennis with Jill. Anaiah’s was on the tennis team. What’s a racket. Finish. Racket. Oh racket, oh racket…where are thou racket. tennis balls in the air…flying everyway through the night air.
causing a racket. noisy children bouncing a ball in an old abandoned house. a tennis racket. a girl in a white skirt playing tennis. playing by herself or the other person is not seen. wearing all white. visor. the net is in view.
The idea of racket in a house might at first sound not amusing, but without it, a family isn’t a family. One needs the chaos of the home environment to interact with one another. I need and love my family.