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January 15th, 2016 | 65 Entries

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  1. It was round. That was all that Felix could tell.

    “Hey, what’s that?” called a friend of Felix’s, Hermione.

    Felix had no idea, and he signed that too her. Felix was mute, and he couldn’t talk. After the explosion, he lost that sense.

    At first, he was appalled that someone would leave a stone lying around, littering the ground. It had been 90 years since nature has eliminated and all natural things were banned. Leaving a pebble on the ground was like lighting a building on fire.

    Once the explosion happened 2 years ago, and Hermione was arrested, he ran away from the city, and stumbled upon New Alcatraz, when he freed the prisoners. Since Hermione was sympathetic of those who got injured in the explosion, since she accidentally caused it.

    “Get down, Felix!” Hermione yelled at him, tackling him to the ground, causing him to throw up, he heard a sharp creak, and a boom. He was free falling, in the same part of the last explosion.

    Horrible memories came back, and then he fell asleep.

    For the rest of time, he could only remember his childhood. Him screaming as the kidnapper pulled him back. Of course, he escaped the next day. All well’s that ends well, except for when there are round objects involved.

    By Jack on 01.16.2016

  2. she was round. this made it difficult for her to walk, but she was great at rolling. this made the choice to be a steamroller all the more easy when she graduated high school.

    By BeccaJean URL on 01.16.2016

  3. She plays with the round ball in delight. She passes it to her sibling, but then protests once they have it. Her eyes light up with glee as the round object is passed back to her. She is enjoying this game, but she wants to be the leader. She will decide when she wants to pass, and will eagerly await when it is her turn to receive the ball again.

    By Evie Palmer on 01.16.2016

  4. Being a ball. Enclosed. Warm. Like an “o.” My mouth follows the impulse. LIke a fish kiss. And punctuates on the “d.” It’s a fun word. Hufflepuff in nature.

    By mattrsherrill URL on 01.16.2016

  5. She goes round and around in her mind of the right thing to do, and she keeps coming back to the same thing,… him. It always comes back to him.

    By marylou wynegar URL on 01.16.2016

  6. There’s only so much I can say about ’round’ at this point. There seems to be no round. There seems to be a maze, tetris, land mines (that don’t lead you in a circle unless you die and become not born again).

    By Juliette on 01.16.2016

  7. Every time I come to the beginning, I realise that all I have done is go round. Be the beginning the strat of a new day, the start of a week, month or year. Is it just a fact of life that what has happened in the past will happen again in the present and will happen in the future. Round and round we go.

    By Murray Ingram URL on 01.16.2016

  8. round soft and supple, did i already say soft? my eyes keep circling. there is no end to this spiral.

    By mamoru on 01.16.2016

  9. The world was round. Something in which people didn’t expect. They thought the world was flat. Like someone’s hair or a dirt road. But they were wrong. The map held everything together. It’s yellow pages and brown ink.

    By Kirsten on 01.16.2016

  10. the clock spun round and round and round in a square shaped pattern of frivolity and happiness. it meant many things, for generations it had meant the world. now? now it simply meant the time had come and the boy was home. and what better thing could happen to parents but the homecoming of their young? his absence had not spared him the memories, but it would gain him the welcome back party.

    By thefrenchcrayon URL on 01.16.2016

  11. The greasy fat and plump man ate his weight in a melted cheese wrapper that he eventually discarded on the park ground one lat morning.

    By Miss Lys on 01.16.2016

  12. round is the shape.
    we have round shape jar.
    round circle
    we can say in giving direction at the round corncer.

    By prity on 01.16.2016

  13. Tirondo thought that there was always enough to go around, but it wasn’t so for everything, and as it turned out, not for every one.

    By FuMashu URL on 01.16.2016

  14. Th round red ball rolled toward me and I bounced it back. It was shiny and big and firm. I took it in my hands and felt it’s firmness.

    By Jorde1 on 01.16.2016

  15. confined like a steed in a merry-go-round
    I exist for amusement; a sadist’s playground
    in circles I run, a stake through my middle
    the weight on my shoulders the most lovely riddle.

    By stonefoxkneesocks URL on 01.16.2016

  16. Round as the sun in the sky, smooth as a stone in a river, red as the blush on your face.

    By serendipity URL on 01.16.2016

  17. Going around and around and around. Stuck in this circle of procrastination amd unable to find an exit. Imagine if you can get out of this round bubble and routine. Don’t go out of the box, go out of the round box

    By Jazzlynn on 01.17.2016

  18. What to write when the mind is full of misinterpreted thoughts, looking like some sober sitting outside the door in a pitch of green marble. I have lost control over her new upcoming trademark with a sign of living and dying. I used to be a content writer once, rotten.

    By Usman khan URL on 01.17.2016

  19. Round and round we go
    stop now, we all know
    one two skip to a higher number, the song ends we have heard them all before.

    By Chouse URL on 01.17.2016

  20. Round an around in circles,
    Round and round the earth
    Back and forth, to and fro
    Opposite poles and conflicting ideologies

    Are there answers around the next bend?
    Or will we just go round again?

    Problems and solutions
    And solutions that create problems
    Hindsight and regret
    Around again we go

    Round the world,
    One continuous line
    Round again,
    Again

    By Anna on 01.17.2016

  21. Why is the earth round? What purpose does it really serve not to be flat. Could we not live just as well on a flat?

    By Katrice URL on 01.17.2016

  22. “Walk ’round that chair there,” he said.
    “Dance ’round for me,” he said.
    She did as she was told until a round of bullets rained down on him.
    “Another round on me,” she said.

    By Cheyenne URL on 01.17.2016

  23. This whole world… can it be a cycle of events just circling round and round again?

    Could my existence be a loophole of events and mishaps, happy and sad moments that just wait to be reincarnated again?

    Could my existence be the repetition of someone else’s story? Is my existence merely a pre-set course that begins where it ends, without any way to set yourself free and liberate your mind?
    No. I will break this cycle and take my own path in this world, a staircase up into the sky where my dreams are, and I will keep on climbing this never-ending staircase that will not take me back to the square one where I started from.

    But every end signals a new beginning… This is the cycle of life. I guess that life, as a whole entity, is round after all, made up of the small linear segments that everyone builds in this world… and wherever someone’s story ends, a new story begins. But each person, on their own, does not work hard and then return to square one endlessly, and does not go in an endless cycle.

    By NietzschesOptimism URL on 01.17.2016

  24. This whole world… can it be a cycle of events just circling round and round again?

    Could my existence be a loophole of events and mishaps, happy and sad moments that just wait to be reincarnated again?

    Could my existence be the repetition of someone else’s story? Is my existence merely a pre-set course that begins where it ends, without any way to set yourself free and liberate your mind?
    No. I will break this cycle and take my own path in this world, a staircase up into the sky where my dreams are, and I will keep on climbing this never-ending staircase that will not take me back to the square one where I started from.

    But every end signals a new beginning… This is the cycle of life. I guess that life, as a whole entity, is round after all, made up of the small linear segments that everyone builds in this world… and wherever someone’s story ends, a new story begins. But each person, on their own, does not work hard and then return to square one endlessly, and does not go in an endless cycle.

    By NietzschesOptimism URL on 01.17.2016

  25. well this isn’t much
    but i just wanted to say
    i love the you
    the you that spins when you’re happy
    the way you make
    me spin round
    when i’m sad

    and when the world feels as though it has stopped
    it is you that-
    you make it go round

    By Abby on 01.17.2016