The fucking strobe light was too bright in Jonathan’s eyes. He surveyed the room, half naked bodies, shining, shimmering with glitter and sweat. He almost gagged when he saw his sister grinding with the girl he’d been in love with years ago. He downed a shot of blue liquid, desperately searching for Alexander.
a club is a group of members where we can do chats we play games we can do whatever we want to do
we can also share our ideas with everone we can make laugh to other
also through a large party.
we had a man who worked for us and after he was done at our house he would head to his ”friends” in a club and stay up late getting drunk having ”fun” with women he even lived with his girlfriend and when he broke up with her he would get a new one
Clubs. Everyone belongs to one. Some more than others. I think the chess club is a thing. I would never join a club, but if I did it would be the make up club. They may not have one, but if I had a choice I’d choose it. I’d be something more than make up; gossip, love interest; talking about life.. clubs are an art we choose to believe only exist in school.
She clearly was very drunk. She swung her handbag recklessly on anyone that daringly tried to calm her down, like how a caveman swings his club in a mad frenzy. This was a side of her I didn’t expect to see sooner.
The lights were pounding harder than her heart was as she crossed the crowded dance floor. She scanned for the familiar faces of her friends, but was met with swinging hair and sweat at every turn.
She hated this.
I used to hang out at clubs with all my friends. I used to. Past tense. That was before I lost my friend at a club.
It was a nice day, at first. Then, at night, we went to a club for her birthday. I wasn’t a drinker so I saw the whole thing go down.
It was horrible.
I feel the music more than i hear it. My bones boom with the bass. My ears are deaf from shouted conversations and music, the noise just a variation on silence.
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She didn’t always like to think about all that she had done to reach this far. All the bodies she’d had to step over. All the people cut down along the way. She was now a member of the exclusive few who had power. She couldn’t let a thing like guilt weigh her actions down anymore.
The pounding of the beat drummed into her head. A permanent noise that filled up every space, every memory, until all she could ever remember was the beat. Maybe this was a cleansing. Maybe the beat washed away the bad thoughts. Maybe this club was a church and everyone in it, saints.
The club was made of wood, with splintered sections and knobby projections along its length. There were some brownish discolorations, suggesting blood. He noted that it was very old, maybe made by Neanderthals but couldn’t explain what it was doing in his bedroom.
I stood outside the club, the bass pounding to the rhythm of my heartbeat as I looked at my dingy surroundings. Coming here was a mistake, the fake ID was a mistake, but that doesn’t mean that I regret it.
The club was a massive dark cave. Near the cave stood eleven armed guards. There was no one inside the cave but a man on a throne. No one had entered the cave in fifty years. He had been young once but the grey light of the cave had bleached his skin and his eyes shone white and blind in the darkness. Insects were his only friends and he muttered to them at night and all day and picked their little wriggling legs off their bodies when he fell into ennui. The guards had no tongues and could not speak. He heard no voice but his own for fifty years.
I wish I had some kind of club that I could join right now. Sometimes it’s hard to meet people with common interests who you would actually like to be friends with. Maybe you have that one thing in common.
It hit her in the back of her head. Pain bloomed from the center outward, down her neck, to her shoulders, her arms. It was a wet pain, a sticky pain. A red pain. A pain that felt like the end. Like a death you knew was coming. She could hear her skull crumbling away, bone shards piercing her soft, pink brain.
It hit her in the back of her head. Pain bloomed from the center outward, spreading down to her neck, her shoulders, her arms. The blood followed and it became a wet pain, a sticky pain. A red pain.
A place to become a character, put on a fancy outfit and let the guessing games begin. A journey of the senses a place of belonging and where anyone can be anyone the club!!
He was certainly not in da club, doing shots and flirting with appropriately curvaceous women while throwing money around, but he was in a club. The stamp of the month club. And that was much cooler than any rapper’s fantasy.
The only club I go to that I approve of is my fitness club and even that is tenuous. Sometimes I just don’t fit in there either. I know I’m an introvert and like being by myself but there are so many clubs out there you need to be in just to be accepted. Not sure why it has to be this way but it is. Back to my health club, I go there because it makes me feel better but I wish it were empty most of the time.
She had never been to a club before. It was dark, and loud, and she’d barely touched a glass and her head pounded anyways, as if it didn’t need the intoxicant to cause her discomfort. “Can I leave?” she pleaded meekly. She tugged gently at her friend’s sleeve, squeaking a little when the fabric slipped right off her shoulder.
Quinn laughed, loud and attention-seeking; far too high-pitched to be natural. “You’re the one who needs this, Ara, not me.”
It wasn’t often that they went out, not the proper sort of generation to even want to go out and party. This night however, was a rarity for them, a night of partying and celebration. Jackson followed Doc inside figuring that he’d let him take the lead. He was, of the two of them, the more experienced when it came to this sort of thing after all. Doc did not like people and he did not like being in public spaces.
John just entered the club when he saw Jessica, his love from the past. She was dancing surrounded by many people. Her dance is really sexy as it invites more and more poeple to come.
The room was full of people, noisily chatting. Bree sighed as she had tried to get their attentions more than thrice over. She glanced around before tapping the wall. Finally she lost it and shouted at them.
“Hoi! Idiots, listen to me when I am speaking!”
The noise was starting to hurt her head so she went to the bathroom for respite, but there was none. The whole club was wired with powerful speakers and her head pounded in time with the bass in the music. The tall blonde came out of the stall with something she said would kill the pain and put the white powder on the sink.
A place you go to with others of the same interest!
Part of something.
A group
The fucking strobe light was too bright in Jonathan’s eyes. He surveyed the room, half naked bodies, shining, shimmering with glitter and sweat. He almost gagged when he saw his sister grinding with the girl he’d been in love with years ago. He downed a shot of blue liquid, desperately searching for Alexander.
welcome to the club where we can do what we want to do, and have awesome parties its awesome.
a club is a group of members where we can do chats we play games we can do whatever we want to do
we can also share our ideas with everone we can make laugh to other
also through a large party.
I’m a leader in our school club. It is a bible club and we talk about our favorite bible verses and do a devotional.
They went to the country club and played a game of golf. The grass was dead because of the drought they were experiencing.
there’s a golf club in mitcham, it seems old and must have some history to it. i wonder what went on in there during the great wars and so on.
we had a man who worked for us and after he was done at our house he would head to his ”friends” in a club and stay up late getting drunk having ”fun” with women he even lived with his girlfriend and when he broke up with her he would get a new one
Clubs. Everyone belongs to one. Some more than others. I think the chess club is a thing. I would never join a club, but if I did it would be the make up club. They may not have one, but if I had a choice I’d choose it. I’d be something more than make up; gossip, love interest; talking about life.. clubs are an art we choose to believe only exist in school.
Hot sweaty bodies crammed into a tiny room lit by a strobe light offering flashes of vanity,desperation, and joy.
Club. Fight Club.
She clearly was very drunk. She swung her handbag recklessly on anyone that daringly tried to calm her down, like how a caveman swings his club in a mad frenzy. This was a side of her I didn’t expect to see sooner.
The lights were pounding harder than her heart was as she crossed the crowded dance floor. She scanned for the familiar faces of her friends, but was met with swinging hair and sweat at every turn.
She hated this.
I used to hang out at clubs with all my friends. I used to. Past tense. That was before I lost my friend at a club.
It was a nice day, at first. Then, at night, we went to a club for her birthday. I wasn’t a drinker so I saw the whole thing go down.
It was horrible.
I feel the music more than i hear it. My bones boom with the bass. My ears are deaf from shouted conversations and music, the noise just a variation on silence.
She picked up the club sandwich and proceeded to walk to the lunch table, the eyes of the entire cafeteria burned into the back of her head.
I wanto to go to the club tonigth. This is a very big club. I don’t know where are the club. Did you invite her to go to the club?
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She didn’t always like to think about all that she had done to reach this far. All the bodies she’d had to step over. All the people cut down along the way. She was now a member of the exclusive few who had power. She couldn’t let a thing like guilt weigh her actions down anymore.
When I was younger, I spent some weeks in Spain. My friend and I used to go to a club every night, we danced and had fun. Gee, that was crazy.
The pounding of the beat drummed into her head. A permanent noise that filled up every space, every memory, until all she could ever remember was the beat. Maybe this was a cleansing. Maybe the beat washed away the bad thoughts. Maybe this club was a church and everyone in it, saints.
The club was made of wood, with splintered sections and knobby projections along its length. There were some brownish discolorations, suggesting blood. He noted that it was very old, maybe made by Neanderthals but couldn’t explain what it was doing in his bedroom.
A heavy stick intended for use as a weapon or plaything Indian clubs.
An association of members joining together for some common purpose, especially sports or recreation.
A joint charge of expense, or any person’s share of it; a contribution to a common fund?
a strip club. Because why not? Or would you prefer the term name of a bare club?
I stood outside the club, the bass pounding to the rhythm of my heartbeat as I looked at my dingy surroundings. Coming here was a mistake, the fake ID was a mistake, but that doesn’t mean that I regret it.
The club was a massive dark cave. Near the cave stood eleven armed guards. There was no one inside the cave but a man on a throne. No one had entered the cave in fifty years. He had been young once but the grey light of the cave had bleached his skin and his eyes shone white and blind in the darkness. Insects were his only friends and he muttered to them at night and all day and picked their little wriggling legs off their bodies when he fell into ennui. The guards had no tongues and could not speak. He heard no voice but his own for fifty years.
I wish I had some kind of club that I could join right now. Sometimes it’s hard to meet people with common interests who you would actually like to be friends with. Maybe you have that one thing in common.
It hit her in the back of her head. Pain bloomed from the center outward, down her neck, to her shoulders, her arms. It was a wet pain, a sticky pain. A red pain. A pain that felt like the end. Like a death you knew was coming. She could hear her skull crumbling away, bone shards piercing her soft, pink brain.
It hit her in the back of her head. Pain bloomed from the center outward, spreading down to her neck, her shoulders, her arms. The blood followed and it became a wet pain, a sticky pain. A red pain.
A place to become a character, put on a fancy outfit and let the guessing games begin. A journey of the senses a place of belonging and where anyone can be anyone the club!!
He was certainly not in da club, doing shots and flirting with appropriately curvaceous women while throwing money around, but he was in a club. The stamp of the month club. And that was much cooler than any rapper’s fantasy.
I registered in a golf clib, everyone here their huge collection of clubs.
She wasn’t a member of the club, an interloper. Some on e not to be greeted, not to be honored with acknhowledgement.
The only club I go to that I approve of is my fitness club and even that is tenuous. Sometimes I just don’t fit in there either. I know I’m an introvert and like being by myself but there are so many clubs out there you need to be in just to be accepted. Not sure why it has to be this way but it is. Back to my health club, I go there because it makes me feel better but I wish it were empty most of the time.
She had never been to a club before. It was dark, and loud, and she’d barely touched a glass and her head pounded anyways, as if it didn’t need the intoxicant to cause her discomfort. “Can I leave?” she pleaded meekly. She tugged gently at her friend’s sleeve, squeaking a little when the fabric slipped right off her shoulder.
Quinn laughed, loud and attention-seeking; far too high-pitched to be natural. “You’re the one who needs this, Ara, not me.”
It wasn’t often that they went out, not the proper sort of generation to even want to go out and party. This night however, was a rarity for them, a night of partying and celebration. Jackson followed Doc inside figuring that he’d let him take the lead. He was, of the two of them, the more experienced when it came to this sort of thing after all. Doc did not like people and he did not like being in public spaces.
A place where people dressed in their best attire ready to get drunk and dance the night away in the hopes of getting laid at the end of the night.
John just entered the club when he saw Jessica, his love from the past. She was dancing surrounded by many people. Her dance is really sexy as it invites more and more poeple to come.
The room was full of people, noisily chatting. Bree sighed as she had tried to get their attentions more than thrice over. She glanced around before tapping the wall. Finally she lost it and shouted at them.
“Hoi! Idiots, listen to me when I am speaking!”
“Welcome to the singles club,” Jeffrey said, holding up his glass of cheap bubbly up to my own flute. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“If you had glorious knockers,” I quipped, “it could be Galentine’s Day.”
“Hey,” said Jeffrey. “Hey, now. Guys can have glorious knockers, too. Girls aren’t the only ones.”
“Fair point.”
“I can always load up on the pizza, but…I don’t want moobs like your ex-boyfriend.”
The noise was starting to hurt her head so she went to the bathroom for respite, but there was none. The whole club was wired with powerful speakers and her head pounded in time with the bass in the music. The tall blonde came out of the stall with something she said would kill the pain and put the white powder on the sink.