sticks and stones will break my bones but of course…the words will not hurt me. Unless the words are being delivered by an unsavory character or DOuchbag,,,then in that case it is oks
Sticks and stones can break bones
Break into a green stick fracture
Thats when the bone doesn’t break completely in two
It happens a lot in children because their bones are made mostly of cartilage or yellow marrow
Sticks are cool, they are skinny most of the time. They are used to play fetch with dogs, I guess I kinda like sticks. I mean aside from that there really is nothing interesting about them. They come from trees. They are all over my yard, I think. Thats all really.
Little Jane picked up branches that she found on the ground and started to stack them in a big pile. She laid them out in a big square, then added layer after layer until she could picture in her mind a little house. It was a great fairy castle in her mind, with massive gray stone blocks, crenelations, and all built on a foundation of little sticks.
sticks is what you drum with. people get it confused with the band its ok. juicy j dont got em because he just uses xanax. i don’t mess with it because that’s bad. sticks can have multiple meanings. anywhere from wood to plastic it’s a universal term. they are used to build, have fun, make music or just art.
What sticks to me is stickers, the kind my kids peel off their sticker books at least twice a day and leave everywhere. My house is like a giant sticker book exploded up in here, and almost always, stickers on my feet. Stickers on my socks. Sometimes they put stickers on me and I don’t remember they’re there, and I go out, and I wonder how many people saw that I was wearing a Thomas the Train sticker all day.
“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you”…the power of words is more than we know- wish kids didn’t have to listen to this over and over again only to make them feel worse about hating the words that hurt them.
Sticks. The most vivid memory I have of sticks? The scar on my foot. When I was little, a stick came up in my yard and scraped along my foot and tore into my skin deep enough to scar. Then again, I scar so easily a mosquito bite leaves a mark for months.
Sticks, paired with stones, some glass, and maybe a bat or two, can hurt you. Right? Wrong? Physical pain is temporary. An illusion. Your mind is in full control, and when that is hurt, you are truly destroyed.
trees and leaves and forts and fires and i like trees and lets save them all and make paper and toys and horses and cats like plaugin and popsockles and sickles and chess because wood
and fire and BURN and poop
fire
rfire
fire
fire
sticks. A curious topic is it not? Multiple meanings and multiple interpretations, all linked to the reader and interpreter. Me, I just want things to stick. I want us to stick together, to last. I want to stick by my friends and support them in their times of need. I want to stick to the habit of writing these useless drabbles.
I can play the drum with my sticks. I just beat them on the drum surface and a huge BOOM blasts out of it, filling the air with music. Sticks are the musician magic.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Except words always hurt. ALWAYS. Words can break you. Tear you up. Take everything you have from you. But sometimes, words are just what’s needed to make you whole again. Sometimes the right words will make everything okay.
Sticks and stones are said to break bones. Sticks are also said to be the oldest original toy in existence. To me, it’s a simple thing that represents something basic. You can burn them, build with them, break them, throw them, whatever. Nature’s multipurpose tool, the humble cousin of the tree, more like a little brother.
hockey sticks. i am from canada and people play hockey. sticks is also stics. which is at my school. people who like to build houses take it and get experience so that they can make a career out of it
sticks
sticks
sticks
sticks
sticks
sam said this. yay sam
Sticks and stones. Once I saw a stick that was sticking out of the mud. I used it like a walking stick. Birds use sticks to make their nests. I once poked my brother with a stick and my mother was very mode. Sticks … as in the sticky note sticks to the wall. Stickiness can be tricky and also helpful.
sticks are a lot of things. sticks can be off of trees on the ground. they can also be snacks. sticks are nature and love and happiness. or broomsticks if you like harry potter. i also think of joints kind of. sticks a licks. sticks do not pick. sticks a rick. ricky martin.
“sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!”
Lily screamed the saying loudly, so all the bullies on the playground could hear her. But the little girl with the braids continued, “You’re a geek!” And the boy with the fancy sneakers, “You’re ugly!” And the girl with the green dress, “You have no friends!”
Sticks and stones could break her bones, but she was already skipping off to the big red slide, because their words hadn’t hurt her.
sticks and stones may break my bones. every little kid chants it on the playground. words will never hurt me. but oh crap, they hurt so bad when they’re sharp little barbs from the girl you thought was your best friend. the sticks would hurt less then. when it’s her, when it’s him, that most important person, the sticks would be better. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will break my soul.
sticks are fragile, they can mended, but once they break, nothing ever goes back to being the same.are we better off being rocks? feeling no pain? who is better off? i would rather feel and know better
Sticks and stones may break my bones but WORDS will never hurt me! Writing is such a wonderful challenge to me. It stuck to me when I was a child and sticks to me to this day. It is a revelation each time I read a prompt here and follow it. Thanks for this site!!!
Sticks are what you get when a branch or twig falls from a tree. This is also what most people refer to extremely skinny people. Though I do not believe that people should be subjected to this sort of discrimination, this is the term that is commonly used.
sticks, twigs, moss, rustles inthe forest. Wat er trickling down trough the air.. wondering where they are a walk about under the umbrella of pine, cedar and hemlock. I love the sweet smells of earth, of flowers, and grass.
and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me i repeated to myself oh thats what everyone says well that is not true. words hurt my like a dagger they never stopped hurting even when i found out a deep secret
Sticks and stones may break my bones, etc. I don’t want to start this off with such a cliche sentence but I guess that’s how cliches work, they are the first thing to come to our mind. I guess cliches are kind of like internet memes in a way. People reuse and modify they shit out of them all the time in the hopes of making something new but in reality those who cling to cliches are not being new or original at all.
One word; meaning ONE. Meaning uno. Meaning one, not two or three.. One word… just one word, nothing else. ONE WORD. I like one word things… they’re simple and not complicated! ONE.
sticks and stones will break my bones but of course…the words will not hurt me. Unless the words are being delivered by an unsavory character or DOuchbag,,,then in that case it is oks
Sticks and stones can break bones
Break into a green stick fracture
Thats when the bone doesn’t break completely in two
It happens a lot in children because their bones are made mostly of cartilage or yellow marrow
yeard. pick up. brown. trees. kicks. licks
Sticks are cool, they are skinny most of the time. They are used to play fetch with dogs, I guess I kinda like sticks. I mean aside from that there really is nothing interesting about them. They come from trees. They are all over my yard, I think. Thats all really.
Sticks come from trees, they also could be bamboo. Sticks are pretty, and can be used as camp fire starters. sticks can be all kinds of colors.
Little Jane picked up branches that she found on the ground and started to stack them in a big pile. She laid them out in a big square, then added layer after layer until she could picture in her mind a little house. It was a great fairy castle in her mind, with massive gray stone blocks, crenelations, and all built on a foundation of little sticks.
Reali-stick. Pessimi-stick Optimi-stick..lotsa stuff with stick at the end huh?
sticks is what you drum with. people get it confused with the band its ok. juicy j dont got em because he just uses xanax. i don’t mess with it because that’s bad. sticks can have multiple meanings. anywhere from wood to plastic it’s a universal term. they are used to build, have fun, make music or just art.
What sticks to me is stickers, the kind my kids peel off their sticker books at least twice a day and leave everywhere. My house is like a giant sticker book exploded up in here, and almost always, stickers on my feet. Stickers on my socks. Sometimes they put stickers on me and I don’t remember they’re there, and I go out, and I wonder how many people saw that I was wearing a Thomas the Train sticker all day.
the Lord is my rock..
with me eternally.
my faith’s as strong as His love…
nothing can bend His celestial restraint.
but if you happen to throw a stick–
or perhaps a stone…
all will be lost.
“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you”…the power of words is more than we know- wish kids didn’t have to listen to this over and over again only to make them feel worse about hating the words that hurt them.
Sticks. The most vivid memory I have of sticks? The scar on my foot. When I was little, a stick came up in my yard and scraped along my foot and tore into my skin deep enough to scar. Then again, I scar so easily a mosquito bite leaves a mark for months.
Matchsticks call to him, singing in the night. Light them up, watch them burn, swallow them whole.
Brown and snappy. Sticks crunch and break as I walk across the field. Jagged edges like compound fractures earned in a car accident. Broken.
Sticks, paired with stones, some glass, and maybe a bat or two, can hurt you. Right? Wrong? Physical pain is temporary. An illusion. Your mind is in full control, and when that is hurt, you are truly destroyed.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me (according to my mother). Sticks start fires, sticks break bones.
trees and leaves and forts and fires and i like trees and lets save them all and make paper and toys and horses and cats like plaugin and popsockles and sickles and chess because wood
and fire and BURN and poop
fire
rfire
fire
fire
sticks. A curious topic is it not? Multiple meanings and multiple interpretations, all linked to the reader and interpreter. Me, I just want things to stick. I want us to stick together, to last. I want to stick by my friends and support them in their times of need. I want to stick to the habit of writing these useless drabbles.
I can play the drum with my sticks. I just beat them on the drum surface and a huge BOOM blasts out of it, filling the air with music. Sticks are the musician magic.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Except words always hurt. ALWAYS. Words can break you. Tear you up. Take everything you have from you. But sometimes, words are just what’s needed to make you whole again. Sometimes the right words will make everything okay.
Sticks and stones are said to break bones. Sticks are also said to be the oldest original toy in existence. To me, it’s a simple thing that represents something basic. You can burn them, build with them, break them, throw them, whatever. Nature’s multipurpose tool, the humble cousin of the tree, more like a little brother.
hockey sticks. i am from canada and people play hockey. sticks is also stics. which is at my school. people who like to build houses take it and get experience so that they can make a career out of it
sticks
sticks
sticks
sticks
sticks
sam said this. yay sam
Sticks and stones. Once I saw a stick that was sticking out of the mud. I used it like a walking stick. Birds use sticks to make their nests. I once poked my brother with a stick and my mother was very mode. Sticks … as in the sticky note sticks to the wall. Stickiness can be tricky and also helpful.
“Twins!” he’d yell, and lope across the field cradling lazily.
sticks are a lot of things. sticks can be off of trees on the ground. they can also be snacks. sticks are nature and love and happiness. or broomsticks if you like harry potter. i also think of joints kind of. sticks a licks. sticks do not pick. sticks a rick. ricky martin.
“sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!”
Lily screamed the saying loudly, so all the bullies on the playground could hear her. But the little girl with the braids continued, “You’re a geek!” And the boy with the fancy sneakers, “You’re ugly!” And the girl with the green dress, “You have no friends!”
Sticks and stones could break her bones, but she was already skipping off to the big red slide, because their words hadn’t hurt her.
sticks and stones may break my bones. every little kid chants it on the playground. words will never hurt me. but oh crap, they hurt so bad when they’re sharp little barbs from the girl you thought was your best friend. the sticks would hurt less then. when it’s her, when it’s him, that most important person, the sticks would be better. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will break my soul.
sticks are fragile, they can mended, but once they break, nothing ever goes back to being the same.are we better off being rocks? feeling no pain? who is better off? i would rather feel and know better
Sticks and stones may break my bones but WORDS will never hurt me! Writing is such a wonderful challenge to me. It stuck to me when I was a child and sticks to me to this day. It is a revelation each time I read a prompt here and follow it. Thanks for this site!!!
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Easier said than lived by, of course, but sometimes we all need something to hang on to. Sometimes what ties us to life, after all, are merely twigs.
Sticks are what you get when a branch or twig falls from a tree. This is also what most people refer to extremely skinny people. Though I do not believe that people should be subjected to this sort of discrimination, this is the term that is commonly used.
Does your face hurt?
It’s killing me!
said to a pimply fifteen-
year-old girl really
sticks with her and
scars more than
any acne ever
could.
So forgive me if
I never laughed.
And am still angry
decades later.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
One of the most untrue statements ever.
Words can be the most hurtful things in the world.
I know. I’ve heard some pretty bad ones in my life.
I’d rather be hit with the sticks and stones.
sticks, twigs, moss, rustles inthe forest. Wat er trickling down trough the air.. wondering where they are a walk about under the umbrella of pine, cedar and hemlock. I love the sweet smells of earth, of flowers, and grass.
and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me i repeated to myself oh thats what everyone says well that is not true. words hurt my like a dagger they never stopped hurting even when i found out a deep secret
sticks and stones may break my bones… but your words could either make or break my heart… and all i wanna do if hear them.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will break my heart.
When I was taught the 10 Commandments and how to remember which one was which, each Commandment had a rhyme to go with it.
Six, sticks – don’t beat people with sticks (thou shalt not kill).
It’s probably the only one I remember. It got me started threatening to beat my siblings with sticks when I was angry.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, etc. I don’t want to start this off with such a cliche sentence but I guess that’s how cliches work, they are the first thing to come to our mind. I guess cliches are kind of like internet memes in a way. People reuse and modify they shit out of them all the time in the hopes of making something new but in reality those who cling to cliches are not being new or original at all.
One word; meaning ONE. Meaning uno. Meaning one, not two or three.. One word… just one word, nothing else. ONE WORD. I like one word things… they’re simple and not complicated! ONE.