His bones rattled in his stone chest as he lumbered down the dirt road toward the temple where idols awaited his gaze. The nearly human golem, as he was called, often went to the perodot-carved archway to kneel to the graying altar and offer sacrifices for the goddesses. The goddesses he knew by name, by age, and by face – only he was the one who was able to see them. He, the unnatural entity haunting the human landscape.
i heard a rattle in my brain
and i knew it was the pain
so i thought to find a way
i could let my head drain
and get out the loose nut that was deep inside my skull
hollering and yelling things
about where i should go
but no longer do i want to feel friends with that evil little sound
i’m glad that i can see God’s voice is the one i need now
Die Ratten verlassen das singende Schiff. Sie ratteln, sie satteln die Fledermäuse, sie schwimmen mit ihnen zur den Häusern, die sich jenseits des Horizonts in goldenen beleuchteten Baumwipfeln wiegen. Dort schwimmen, dort fliegen sie hin, während das Schiff weiter auf dem Ozean seine Melodien summt.
A rattle is something that small children play with. Also I’m a vampire just thought I would get it out there. Also Blazing Angle my nerd friend is a vampire too.
It was a bright day. Nothing out of the ordinary. The sun filtered through the window in a clear path, it’s progress traceable. Everything was bright- the white cream of the floor, the sharp red of Maisy’s teddy bear (propped up against the window framing), the sheer gauze of the curtains. The air had that energy in it that just connects to you, that energy that you can only find in a California Summer. Then I heard it. A rumble. The glass _ratted_ as if a great wind had hit it, even though the air sat still and placid with no mention of a breeze. This is the first thing I remember of that summer. Now it seems like a premonition, though at the time I didn’t give it much significance. Our summer was bright, and then He came. He rattled the bright view we looked through, he changed everything. He changed everything for us, he changed everything for me.
Rattle, rattle. Shake, shake. Rattle, rattle.
The baby lay on the floor, lonely, unloved. Nothing on him. No one to car for him. But he had his rattle.
a baby rattles it’s toy, right?
rattle
rattle
its a noise
its a snake noise
i don’t know how those things work- what’s in the tail? does it hurt them at all?
rattle
rattle
rattle
babies put that shit in their mouths all the time- can’t possibly be sanitary.
rattle. is there a ball game named after that? Like a children’s game.
Rattle.
I miss him. I miss him. I kindasortofmaybe want him back. And I want to hug him now. Just hug. I don’t know, I just feel the urge to. But I know it’s impossible. But whatever.
the rattle snake has a rattle on its tail. the interesting thing is that baby rattlesnakes do not have rattles on their tails. then you cant tell what kind of snake it is.
The death rattle was easily heard. It started deep in the old man’s chest and slithered its way up, sounding like nothing so much as a rattlesnake. For a moment, the young child feared that there was a rattlesnake inside his grandfather’s body and that was why he was so ill. However, he was more practical than most children his age and figured that if there had been one then the doctors would know and would have taken it out. He was maybe just coughing…
Bones rattle. Snakes, of a certain kind, they rattle too.
The word is dry leaves and rustles, shakes, something brittle. Rattling is ominous, makes you wary; if it doesn’t, it should.
Bones rattle Snakes, those do too.
Hollow words rattled inside her like foam peanuts in an empty cardboard box. They didn’t mean anything to her anymore – how could she believe what they told her, when she couldn’t even believe herself?
I was raining and the bones I’d just injured found a way to let me know it was the end of the line. I couldn’t push harder, try as I would, to reach the destination. I was the first to fall only 12 miles from the finish line.
He vigorously shook the box, the contents inside rattling from the motion. If it would take an axe to the wood, he would do it in order to find out what was inside. He was going crazy trying to figure out what was given to him, but soon enough he would know.
Rattle. Rattlesnakes have rattling tales that can hurt people. They are snakes that have rattles. Sort of like a baby’s rattle that they shake. They both make the same sound. *rattle* *rattle* *rattle*
from womb to woman from crib to cribbage you have been my one and only the wisest and the warmest the most realistic and the best at introducing me to reality you were not simply my grandmother you were my teacher my friend my warmth you were all i could have asked for and all i could have wanted.
i love you so much and i missed you before you were even gone.
thank you for being fabulous, strong, and creative.
you Nana, were my one.
A baby’s favorite toy is the rattle. It makes lots of loud noises and that attracts the babies attention. The rattle was discovered by some guy a long time ago with many babies and no sleep. This guy deserves an award for inventing the rattle.
The first thing that comes to mind is that song Shake, Rattle, and Roll, and honestly, I don’t think I know more than the title. It could be by Elvis or Chuck Berry. I know the era it’s from, actually, I don’t really, maybe the 50’s. But that’s about the best I can do with it.
Regardless, I like Chuck Berry better than I like Elvis and some weird Californians I met in Paris would agree.
A baby crawls into the room unsure of what to do next. He drinks his milk and chews his chew toy. He hums to the sound of his mother calling his name. “Ryan.” He cries and wallows his soul. His mind is weak his song is scared, his mind is small but mighty and unsure. He sings a song and sings a word.
His bones rattled in his stone chest as he lumbered down the dirt road toward the temple where idols awaited his gaze. The nearly human golem, as he was called, often went to the perodot-carved archway to kneel to the graying altar and offer sacrifices for the goddesses. The goddesses he knew by name, by age, and by face – only he was the one who was able to see them. He, the unnatural entity haunting the human landscape.
Baby rattle. Rattlesnake. Shake n rattle. I’m at a loss for this word. Battle. Cattle. Saddle.
i heard a rattle in my brain
and i knew it was the pain
so i thought to find a way
i could let my head drain
and get out the loose nut that was deep inside my skull
hollering and yelling things
about where i should go
but no longer do i want to feel friends with that evil little sound
i’m glad that i can see God’s voice is the one i need now
© L²
The window’s rattle woke me from my stupor. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked out the shadowed glass in time to see a tree run through it.
The bed is making a noise like a rattle.
Oh where did my baby rattle go?
I hear the sound of the rattle snake.
Die Ratten verlassen das singende Schiff. Sie ratteln, sie satteln die Fledermäuse, sie schwimmen mit ihnen zur den Häusern, die sich jenseits des Horizonts in goldenen beleuchteten Baumwipfeln wiegen. Dort schwimmen, dort fliegen sie hin, während das Schiff weiter auf dem Ozean seine Melodien summt.
A rattle is something that a baby uses as a toy. It can also be the end of the tail of a snake otherwise known as a rattlesnake.
A rattle is something that small children play with. Also I’m a vampire just thought I would get it out there. Also Blazing Angle my nerd friend is a vampire too.
A rattle is a thing that rattles when you shake it.
There are a lot of rattles. there are baby rattles and there are rattles on rattlesnakes
Rattle .
The RattleSnake has a rattle at the end of its tail .
like rattler snake that curles up and trys to bite you if your neer it …..rattle rattle rattle
I like to catch snakes, and sometimes I see rattlesnakes. That’s how I got bit!
rattle is something that a baby shakes to entertain them self or the rattle on a snack.
there are two kinds of rattles that i know a baby rattle and a rattle on a rattle snake and that is pretty much it that i know about.
A rattle is a toy little toddlers like to play with. Also i am a vampire just to clarify.
Rattle,shake,and snake.
It was a bright day. Nothing out of the ordinary. The sun filtered through the window in a clear path, it’s progress traceable. Everything was bright- the white cream of the floor, the sharp red of Maisy’s teddy bear (propped up against the window framing), the sheer gauze of the curtains. The air had that energy in it that just connects to you, that energy that you can only find in a California Summer. Then I heard it. A rumble. The glass _ratted_ as if a great wind had hit it, even though the air sat still and placid with no mention of a breeze. This is the first thing I remember of that summer. Now it seems like a premonition, though at the time I didn’t give it much significance. Our summer was bright, and then He came. He rattled the bright view we looked through, he changed everything. He changed everything for us, he changed everything for me.
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Rattle, rattle. Shake, shake. Rattle, rattle.
The baby lay on the floor, lonely, unloved. Nothing on him. No one to car for him. But he had his rattle.
a baby rattles it’s toy, right?
rattle
rattle
its a noise
its a snake noise
i don’t know how those things work- what’s in the tail? does it hurt them at all?
rattle
rattle
rattle
babies put that shit in their mouths all the time- can’t possibly be sanitary.
rattle. is there a ball game named after that? Like a children’s game.
Rattle.
shaking. a babys toy. a rattle snake. noise. things rattling around in your head.
The Doctor bounced the baby girl up and down in his arms while she shook her rattle around.
“Melody Amelia Susan Rose Donna Song, my daughter. You little beauty.” He kissed the top of her head while the baby cooed and grabbed his bow-tie.
“Really? You think it’s cool? Well, you’re the first to think so.” He hugged the baby and quietly sang her a lullaby.
I miss him. I miss him. I kindasortofmaybe want him back. And I want to hug him now. Just hug. I don’t know, I just feel the urge to. But I know it’s impossible. But whatever.
snake
long
slither
snail
slimy
gross
yucky
icky
poison
why are they alive?
i just dont understand
ahh
idk what im doing
help
this is funny
baaaaa
the rattle snake has a rattle on its tail. the interesting thing is that baby rattlesnakes do not have rattles on their tails. then you cant tell what kind of snake it is.
OMG a baby plays with a rattle. And Rattlesnakes has rattles.
The death rattle was easily heard. It started deep in the old man’s chest and slithered its way up, sounding like nothing so much as a rattlesnake. For a moment, the young child feared that there was a rattlesnake inside his grandfather’s body and that was why he was so ill. However, he was more practical than most children his age and figured that if there had been one then the doctors would know and would have taken it out. He was maybe just coughing…
Arizona has many rattle snakes. Baby’s play with baby rattles. A type of noise.
Bones rattle. Snakes, of a certain kind, they rattle too.
The word is dry leaves and rustles, shakes, something brittle. Rattling is ominous, makes you wary; if it doesn’t, it should.
Bones rattle Snakes, those do too.
– I am rattled. I would be lying if I said otherwise. But mostly I am angry.
– I hear the rattle of stones under waves. All I can think of is voodoo bones.
– Oh, lovely snake, I’m sorry i disturbed you.
Hollow words rattled inside her like foam peanuts in an empty cardboard box. They didn’t mean anything to her anymore – how could she believe what they told her, when she couldn’t even believe herself?
I was raining and the bones I’d just injured found a way to let me know it was the end of the line. I couldn’t push harder, try as I would, to reach the destination. I was the first to fall only 12 miles from the finish line.
He vigorously shook the box, the contents inside rattling from the motion. If it would take an axe to the wood, he would do it in order to find out what was inside. He was going crazy trying to figure out what was given to him, but soon enough he would know.
Rattle. Rattlesnakes have rattling tales that can hurt people. They are snakes that have rattles. Sort of like a baby’s rattle that they shake. They both make the same sound. *rattle* *rattle* *rattle*
from womb to woman from crib to cribbage you have been my one and only the wisest and the warmest the most realistic and the best at introducing me to reality you were not simply my grandmother you were my teacher my friend my warmth you were all i could have asked for and all i could have wanted.
i love you so much and i missed you before you were even gone.
thank you for being fabulous, strong, and creative.
you Nana, were my one.
A baby’s favorite toy is the rattle. It makes lots of loud noises and that attracts the babies attention. The rattle was discovered by some guy a long time ago with many babies and no sleep. This guy deserves an award for inventing the rattle.
rattle snakes are scary
rattle me this
rattle rattle on the wall who’s is the fairest of them all
rattle shit
rattle mattle
The first thing that comes to mind is that song Shake, Rattle, and Roll, and honestly, I don’t think I know more than the title. It could be by Elvis or Chuck Berry. I know the era it’s from, actually, I don’t really, maybe the 50’s. But that’s about the best I can do with it.
Regardless, I like Chuck Berry better than I like Elvis and some weird Californians I met in Paris would agree.
A baby crawls into the room unsure of what to do next. He drinks his milk and chews his chew toy. He hums to the sound of his mother calling his name. “Ryan.” He cries and wallows his soul. His mind is weak his song is scared, his mind is small but mighty and unsure. He sings a song and sings a word.