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Wenn die so blöd gucken, brauchen die sich nicht wundern, wennse weggekommen!, rief mein Opa, als wir an einer Gruppe teetrinkender Türken vorbeigingen. Es war die Zeit der Gastarbeiter und das Wort Migrationshintergrund war noch nicht erfunden.
By chRIsTinA URL on 08.21.2014
Oh starry night. What a sappy idea. You know what is starry? The look of fresh tar on a hot July afternoon. You are a tall American, frig off! Don’t even talk to me about Hailey Williams’ breasts, Jay. Don’t even begin to tell me about Paramore.
By ZBooty URL on 08.21.2014
Stars. Music. Sometimes I forget how this goes. She’s always there, and I’m always here, and I can’t explain how frightening that is. I wonder if she hates me now, because I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe she’s not there. Maybe I’ve ruined it, maybe I’m the one who made it bad.
I miss her. I miss her so much.
By comrade james on 08.21.2014
starry nights are the best nights to go out of the city and into the places where mankind had yet to extend it’s reach.
By B on 08.21.2014
The stars shone like diamonds. Except that diamonds didn’t shine, so really, the stars shone like giant spheres of exploding plasma reaching across the universe to come down to us. Which, to be honest, is a lot cooler, right?
By Sashah Li on 08.21.2014
The starry glow to his eyes captivated me. That look. I’ve seen that look before. Remembering where now that’s the hard part. He won’t stop staring at me. I’ve looked away a thousand times but he still is glowing.
Disney. Disney is where I’ve seen that look. What?
Disney…. and every chick flick ever. When do they look like that?
Is that after the big reveal “I love you seen”…?
Oh God it is…
Does this starry eyed, day dreamer of a boy love me?
By Bridgette URL on 08.21.2014
the starry night seemed so bright and the two lovers stolled peacfully in the garden. the trees loomed ablove them in a circle and the girl thought about how she would miss these nights with the boy.
By dominique on 08.21.2014
it was a starry night, and she couldn’t be happier. the stars reminded her that her problems were small, that it didn’t really matter. it wasn’t a depression thing, like her family had dubbed it, but rather the opposite. it calmed her, and put things in perspective. suddenly maths tests didn’t matter and unfinished speeches were the least of her worries, and there wasn’t a better feeling.
By tess on 08.22.2014
Misty dreams, starry nights was all she thought about. Sitting in her chair, the world passed her by. Her pencil balanced on her index finger.
By Serenity URL on 08.22.2014
I’m flipping through the pages
of Macbeth once again; it smells
of a cold starry night, pouring
wet and round drops of reconstructed
Stars and dream; dreams and star:
they lead to a new born bright day
with its flattering smile and its blushing
And I wonder if there is not magic
in these kind of mornings: I can feel
the breath of Time shivering down
my pale neck and I’m not afraid of it;
I’m just like a wander in a deep wood
– and this time I know which road choose.
By gargouillis on 08.22.2014
The sky was full of stars, bright and shining in their orbits. The girl stared up into the night sky, her weary shoulders slumping against the weight of the evening she’d just spent; long and complicated and not something that made her happy. But the stars- they were beautiful and she wasn’t sure why, but they made her feel less alone. It was odd, since they were so far away.
By Excruciata URL on 08.22.2014
There was too much light at night, he thought. A galaxy of lights that always exploded in his head when all he wanted was quiet in his eyes, time to think about where his life had gone wrong. He wanted the dark, and never seemed able to find it. Stars were hell.
By Rhonda on 08.22.2014
Beneath the starry sky, they both laid on their backs.
Wind blowing mildly, caressing their skin.
Nothing were said between them but everything was just enough for them
By Hawkeye URL on 08.22.2014
do you take time to enjoy the little things in life? Can you enjoy a sunrise or a starry night sky? Use these times to reflect on your accomplishments and promote a peaceful day.
By A4L URL on 08.22.2014
as starry as the night was she could only see black—darkness. the glimmer interfered with her focus. she needed to be sucked in to the hole–the nothingness that stood above her. the stars provided little sparkles of hope that she no longer believed them. she deemed them false—imaginary–an illusion–a lie. stars do lie.
By Safon URL on 08.22.2014
I have always loved the view of sky at night in the desert. The sky is starry and it all the stars keep winking at you till dawn.
By Albert on 08.22.2014
There waas no such thing a starry night if ypou live somewhere it always rains…but you make your own starry night just like you sometimes make your own sunny day…because at the end of the day it is what you see through your eyes anyways…
By trkstr67 URL on 08.22.2014
Even ants regard the stars as tiny. Even planets feel people as fleas. Even space has dimensions it cannot touch but knows exist in the distance.
By James URL on 08.22.2014
A bed of tall grass
below the starry, inky canvas.
It’s some August night
in some town somewhere.
The summer will last forever.
By asavas URL on 08.22.2014
A tiny ball of light marred the pitch black sky like a stubborn piece of lent. Casey stared up at it, wondering if it was a big star, a UFO, or just a random hunk of space shit.
By Soft URL on 08.22.2014
It was a calm and starry night. James didn’t realize that it got so dark in the middle of the desert. But this was his chance to show his family that he had the survival skill to make it as a freedom fighter. Only it wasn’t what he wanted to do. Hi liked the ballet.
By J. Edward Cahhal URL on 08.22.2014
I Just wanted to say good job, gargouillis. You wrote quite a bit in 60 seconds and it was good.
the night was starry, it gave him enough light the follow her through the otherwise dark streets. He couldn’t be seen.
By kirsty on 08.22.2014
I can’t compare your eyes
to a starry night
because they hold more
beauty than a thousand universes.
I can’t compare your voice
to a Mozart symphony
because you sing songs
that rip my chest wide open.
By [Sic] Philosophy URL on 08.22.2014
The starry sky is probably the greatest sight you can have in a cold winter night. Especially if it is accompanied by auroras, who really complement it. Fuck, I dunno.
By Poop Mcqueer URL on 08.22.2014
The night was starry, and the blazes of fire shone brightly. The girl lifted her head from the pillow to take another glance out the wind. The moon was close tonight, and she felt she could almost touch it. She closed her eyes gently.
By Lilly on 08.22.2014
Oh it was as starry as you can imagine. The sky darker than it had ever been and those glistening pin pricks of light illuminated her eyes as she span around memorised by their otherworldliness. Oh the starry sky was magnificant.
By Anj URL on 08.22.2014
Darkness filled with twilight sprites shines with stars once existing.
A sweet summer mist fills the air around us. As the night’s sky travels infinitely, I gaze with longing
and compassion wishing I could stare into her eyes the same way. In a flash I saw forever. Like the vast void your eyes fell in with a fading light saying love was here but now its gone. The light it cast for a flicker of time will continue to shine until the end of reason. J, We will always share the same starry nights.
By Billybob on 08.22.2014
it was dark night, sky was starry. In my eyes, more beautiful than ever before. I felt like I could stare at it forever. Without getting bored. I didn’t want it to dawn. Ever. I just wanted him to be there, with me.
By Lili on 08.22.2014
your starry eyes
did shame those skies
above the hallowed places
where we were two
who fell into
a maze of blazing
By katiekieran URL on 08.22.2014
Van Gogh’s Starry Night is a ubiquitous symbol of art in western culture. There is the Mona Lisa, and the Venus De Milo, and maybe another of Van Gogh’s–the Sunflower–but other than those, there are few paintings so well known.
By Johannes Burge on 08.22.2014
Starry eyed mobsters were hitting up the bars last night, eyes shining from alcohol and adrenaline. So much to do in one night, so much to see, so much fun to have.
By 沙俠 URL on 08.22.2014
eyes are made starry by love, lust, hope and sometimes tears. They can be made starry by the beauty of a silent starry sky in the small hours of a early awaking. They can be made starry by the sight of a busy father taking the time for his child to delight in a big red ball. Starry is a starry word. It is close to word stare and sometimes a starry eye will stare off into space for no real reason but the wish to be seeing something else than what it must see if it remains behind. Can an eye be held to be starry if it is a blind eye. Does one see stars in their eyes if they refuse to see the truth? Is an eye see the truth if it is starry?
By donna ward on 08.22.2014
your fingertips still had stardust on them. I don’t know from where or how, but there it was again, like a thousand tiny suns dropping from your hands.
“…first star I see tonight…” but your lips are tired, and your eyes aren’t in it, as you sniffle and swallow concrete, maybe just to stop the air.
You couldn’t, but in that moment, I made a wish–eyes closed, fingers joining rivers with the gust of a wayward prayer.
I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I make tonight.
By Pandatry URL on 08.22.2014
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