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I live in Petrosino, a nice sicilian country in the province of Trapani. I love read romance and my favourite hobbies are literature and computer. I am fourtyeight. I love cinema and sports in general.

Nothing

Greek myths

Kinda makes you wonder what would have happened, had I jumped in to save them.

fist of all after 3 days i will be at my new high school i am so happy because i will meet my friend and i am able to make a new friend

My character don't show patience when I waiting for a girl or in a shop and when I don't have enough money to buy a thing very useful for me.

Write about the way different weather makes you feel, emotionally and physically. ex. Strong gusts of violent wind pull at my clothing and whip my hair around my face in chaotic swirls. The surges of cold air slap against my skin and seem to seep through to the core of my bones. I hate the chill of the wind. I hate feeling as if my nose is about to freeze off and my fingers are icicles hanging of my arms. The cold sets in like the numb pain I feel in my soul and I could do without the reminder.

I see it now; true peace. It seeps out from his skin in to the air around him. It comes from the simple smile of content that rests on his face. The way his eyes shine through the gloom of reality with ease. The steady pace of his feet thudding against the floor in strong determined strides. This man is free. Free from all the insecurities and fears that plague us all. I thought I knew peace. I thought I was free, but no one can compare with the aura of tranquility that radiates from him. No one at all.

Move on, it is easy to say, But, hard to do. Forgetting all, Even the happiest moments of your life. You are the one that has my heart, And has ripped it out multiple times. Every Second means every heartbeat, That I waste everyday thinking of you. Move on, It is really hard, of all the happiest moments that we had, I wish, I could turn back time. Turn back time when, You and I were together, enjoying. Move on, how can I move on, If I still love her.

This is the story on how i single-handedly saved the entire world with a snap of a finger.

Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float White Ferrari Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed We're both so familiar White Ferrari Close by me You will find You will find me Is this the slow body Left when I forgot to speak So I text to speech, lesser speeds Texas speed, yes Based takes it's toll on me Eventually, eventually, yes I only eventually, eventually, yes I care for you still and I will forever That was my part of the deal, honest We got so familiar Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari Good times In this life, life One too many years So taste what I lived on a facelift Mind over matter is magic I do magic

sage I can smell in the air it doesn't feel fair that you are not here sad I wonder if there is anyone can share more decay than me

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1. Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument. 2. Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too. 3. Choose your favorite historical figure and imagine if he/she had been led to greatness by the promptings of an invisible imp living behind his or her right ear. Write a story from the point of view of this creature. Where did it come from? What are its goals? Use research to make your story as accurate as possible. 4. Write a story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon. 5. A wasp called the tarantula hawk reproduces by paralyzing tarantulas and laying its eggs into their bodies. When the larvae hatch, they devour the still living spider from the inside out. Isn't that #@$%!!ed up? Write a short story about how #@$%!!ed up that is. 6. Imagine if your favorite character from 19th-century fiction had been born without thumbs. Then write a short story about them winning the lottery. 7. Write a story that begins with a man throwing handfuls of $100 bills from a speeding car, and ends with a young girl urinating into a tin bucket. 8. A husband and wife are meeting in a restaurant to finalize the terms of their impending divorce. Write the scene from the point of view of a busboy snorting cocaine in the restroom. 9. Think of the most important secret your best friend has ever entrusted you with. Write a story in which you reveal it to everyone. Write it again from the point of view of your friend. Does she want to kill you? How does she imagine doing it? Would she use a gun, or something crueler and more savage, like a baseball bat with nails in it? 10. Popular music is often a good source of writing inspiration. Rewrite Bob Dylan's "Visions of Johanna" as a play. 11. Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking. 12. Your main character finds a box of scorched human hair. Whose is it? How did it get there? 13. A man has a terrifying dream in which he is being sawn in half. He wakes to find himself in the Indian Ocean, naked and clinging to a door; a hotel keycard is clenched in his teeth. Write what happens next. from Thirteen Writing Prompts by Dan Wiencek via mcsweenys

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dazey hazey i feel so gray

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear -- "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

A nice watch

I can see them across the way. From their actions they are not having a friendly chat. One paces back and forth arms waving , gestures of frustration. The other combatant sitting, arms folded, looking away not wanting to see the other. Wanting possibly to be somewhere else at this moment. The pacer stops, the wanderer returns, they stare at each other in silence. Then in one graceful movement they are together. Forgetting lost loves and renewing the present.

What inevitable things do you fear the most?

boost your mood and creativity by writing 30 sentences starting with the words "i'm so glad..." or "fortuately,"

If I had more time, I would do everything to the fullest extent, do whatever I wished. Hope until I cannot hope anymore. Dream until there are no more dreams to fulfill. Be the person I always wanted to be. Fly to six new continents. Have the fairy-tale everafter I always wished for. See all the movies. Read all the books. Make new friends. Spend one week alone. Forget my regrets and come to terms with them. Come to terms with life and let it happen. Be that someone I want to be. Forgive people. Say "please" and "thank you" more often. Write a book, instead of just reading them. Compose music. Be determined. Don't slack. Climb Mount Everest. Go to China. And Russia. Live in London. Be my own self. Don't be bossy. Become weak. Cry. Laugh. Plead. Beg. Hope. Dream. Scare. Care. Love. This is what I would do if I had more time.

I've always felt as though my ______ were/was never really that special or beautiful.

Write a scene in which the person you like is a mythical creature and you are it's hunter.

food

i snorted the last line of white powder as i heard a few shouts comming from right outside the bathroom door. i was curious to waht they where talking about, no wait, scrath that. arguing about. "why don't you just losten to him and pay the damn money!" a high pitched female voice was shouting. "because i don't own you anything!" a lower male voice shouted back. i drifted down from the cloud i was on and stumbled outside to the couple, or ex-couple. "will you two just shut the #@$%!! up." their faces turned to me. obviously not expecting a high bustboy interupting them. "just pay her the damn money and she'll be out of your life for good." i faced the man. "and you just accept the money and leave the man the #@$%!! alone. he's a man, he needs man stuff." i said to the woman. he green eyes wide at my language. she was actully really pretty. her ginger hair made her eyes stand out. she was the perfect accesorie for that man. he seemed rich, with his Armani suit that had the same black collor as his short hair. i sighed as i walked back into the bathroom and started to draw another white line of coccain. luckly, i didn't get bothered by the couple's shouts anymore that evening.

Is there a murder in your film?

What I'm afraid of is being in close or tight spaces, it's called claustrophobia. I am terrified when I get closed in or my head is covered and someone's on top of me. I did try to cure myself from it, I asked my dad to help me but it didn't work I can only do it for only 30 seconds and that's it, I wasn't that successful at all. That is what I am afraid of.

Blood

Blood. Red. Flower. Free. Shy. Need. Best. Cry. Four. Eyes.

helloo my name is sory

Paper and chalk.

A husband and wife are meeting in a restaurant to finalize the terms of their impending divorce. Write the scene from the point of view of a busboy snorting cocaine in the restroom.

loneliness is the hardest time someone can have in his live loneliness can make people sick loneliness can kill people loneliness is when you have nobody in your life

3080

She was a couch potatoe

wyah me ands hime had fun

My happy place would be inside of a book. Whenever I am angry, I just pick a book of any sort, and get carried away with my imagination. I can imagine anything in my mind while I am reading.

I do not know what preserverance is

I watch Animal Planet when I want to learn. I watch my dog run in circle when I am bored. I watch my Dad teach me something new when another is old. I watch my brother do his homework so I can help. I watch my cousins when they are playing around. I watch myself type when I want to type a story. I watch TV with my Grandma when she is feeling nice. I watch my Grandpa fish when we can't catch anything. I watch my Mom talk to me so I can understand her. I watch my family love each other when we all are believing.

My Mom shows service by working for 8 straight hours and still has the energy to feed us and care for us.

This world is beautiful if all people in this world start thinking with positivity.

cats movies education

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e point of view of your friend. Does she want to kill you? How does she imagine doing it? Would she use a gun, or something crueler and more savage, like a baseball bat with nails in it? 10. Popular music is often a good source of writing inspiration. Rewrite Bob Dylan's "Visions of Johanna" as a play. 11. Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking. 12. Your main character finds a

god is great god is god thank you for my food amen

Think of the one thing that frightens you most of all.

What are you afraid to tell others about yourself?

I am excited about listing to new music , doing homework and drawing right now.

The Disappearing Act-You are at a magic show with your family, and your eight year old son is called up on stage as a part of the disappearing act. The magician performs the first part of the act successfully, but is unable to make your son reappear.

sunny day outside i can have fun at the beach cool air blowing out

Si sobrevives, si persistes, canta, sueña, emborráchate. Es el tiempo del frío: ama, apresúrate. El viento de las horas barre las calles, los caminos. Los árboles esperan: tú no esperes, es el tiempo de vivir, el único.

Mountain High,cold,snow,trees,jungle, triangule,ice, landmass, higher,green pike,sierra, abundace crag,glob

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Red.

"If only I could see where the blue gush was coming from, maybe I could stop it before it claims another victim!" he whisper-yelled. "You've got awful breath and I can't see the pyrokinetic readings with your head in the way. Budge over, you muppet"

I dream of the Arctic I dream at night I dream of being a musk ox I dream too much I dream in the day, too I dream different dreams I dream good and bad dreams I dream things I don't always remember I dream that my dreams come true I dream on

Nuts

Late October snow...

If I were a superhero, I would be... The Hulk.

Write a romance between the first object you see on your left and the first object you see on your right.

You wake-up with the ability to fly. Describe your day.

"Grandpa, where are you?" i screamed "In the kitchen!" he yelled back "Okay, Im coming. Lets play hide and seek!"

i feel powerless when people make fun of me. i fell like theyre better than me and ill never compare. good thing i have amazing friends that are constantly keeping my head up!

love

democracy

List 20 of your fears. Pick one and write a story about it

The thing that makes me sad is the fact that people have no respect for people whatsoever. They joke about things that shouldn't be joked about. They don't know how to respect an adult.

Je ne sais plus où sont les routes asphaltées ni les chemins de terre qui me ramèneront vers la table où le couvert m'attend.( ...) Laissant la voiture sur le bord de la route j'ai poursuivi à pied avec la sensation de retrouver un objet perdu il y a longtemps. je ne me souvenais plus du parfum des figuiers sauvages. De chaque coté du chemin s'étalent des plans de vignes laissés à l'abandon. Une femme, invisible dans le (...) soleil, est sortie du contre-jour pour m'apparaître, tout habillée de noir, visage hâlé, ridé, une orange à la main. Elle a prononcé quelques mots en ma direction dans une langue si lointaine si tapie à l'ombre de mon enfance, que je ne pouvais ni en comprendre le sens, ni en retrouver l'origine ; puis avec la facilité de celles qui ont toujours épluché les fruits pour les autres, elle me tend l'orange ruisselante de lumière éclatée

Ocean Love Inspirational Time Relationships Sharing Poetry Writing

"Even in the coldest winter, I find the invisible summer."

As my enemy would say....

Choose either plants or animals and write a paragraph explaining their role in the community.

man, the woman, or the argument. 2. Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too. 3. Choose your favorite historical figure and imagine if he/she had been led to greatness by the promptings of an invisible imp living behind his or her right ear. Write a story from the point of view of this creature. Where did it come from? What are its goals? Use research to make your story as accurate as possible. 4. Write a story that ends

-a child falling into a fire -people with unhuman like capabilities -a story about someone who cannot feel physical pain; for example, he or he can experience hot and cold but not pain

After Tom got mad he Slammed the door.

Do the most perfected description of a room in four paragraphs. Use each paragraph for a different sense. (Ex: Smell, Hear, touch, see.)

Long cotton/fluffy socks, Rainy days, Soft pillows, Sunsets , Sunrises , A good novel , Tea, Fog, Music, Bunny slippers, Teddy bears, Kit-Kats, Silence, Make-up, Sleep

I stand up for what I deem right.

Im so exited because im going on a cruise in lease then 100 days. YAY,YAY,YAY,. its about time i told you about me im 11 years old.Im also realy tale im almost taler then a seanor. Im a 5th grader at HJB. my name is Hanna Rose Woodrell. I have a18 year old sisster named lauren Nicole woodrell. if you like this writng PLEASE like it and leave comentes i will write more.

I see the one I love vanished like a vapor in the colorful skies.

My family trip to Nepal

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what and who most influence the choices you make.

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why do you like soccer so much

little boy blue

Showing how you reflect your community or environment in yourself. Tell if it has an impact on you when you go to certain places.

what is your favorite memory?

Asfalt pentru suflet

Just completed a very disappointing sex session with your lover.

blah blah blah. this site stinks

across the blue sky

As I settled into my favorite chair at the end of the week, I looked out the window and saw the most unusual thing... Write about that unusual thing.

Write about the negatives of technolgy.

bullying happy dance gymnastics cooking

bullying

beautiful cat man do drive in sea glass beach warm sunshine pizza

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1. Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

My closet is lovely, dark and deep like Frost's snowy woods.

Once I ... Now I ....

Write about being the president's bodyguard.

Marie Lf Bakhos

is she making peace or war

he walks into this new area and a flash of yellow captures his eyes. His coal black eyes sit and watch a bush of yellow and sees it blow gently in the wind.

she does show sportsmanship by saying congratulations to the other team and tells her team they did great

I know about cats, not that much about hats I like kangaroos what about you

The people is falling from the sky.And the animals can talk to the people.

As young girl I was abused my own flesh and blood. My mother once emotionally and physically abused in a number of ways. As I matured towards my teens, the abusing stopped. I fell into depression and began self harming. The danger increased to 3 suicide attempts. I was diagnosed Bipolar Disorder 1 by the age of 14. During highschool my depression fell deeper than ever and caused me to commit suicide. My mother took me to the hospital where I was admitted for about a month. Now a junior in highschool I still struggle with depression but have since made new friends. I am currently aiming for a major in forensic sciences and travelling.

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What would I regret? I would regret saying things that I couldn't take back. When people say things that would make you mad you say things that you wouldn't want to say, and at that moment you couldn't take back the words that you just say and that's something that I would regret

what is a hoe and a whore . eplain in vivid deatails

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

Write a scene showing two people arguing over a friendship with a former lover. Do not mention the lover, either person, or the argument.

Dear Joey I miss you so much and i am so sorry for everything that i did to u and said about you. Because We use d to be tight like every couple in the whole school year.

I'm sad beacause of my fear

i am a leaf falling twirling to the ground a chilled silence

Choose your favorite famous and historical figure. Write a one paragraph essay describing how this person perseveres.

What is your favorite place and why? What is your favorite brand of shoes and why? what is your favorite flower and why? What is your favorite color and Why? If you could make up your own planet what will could you do on the planet and why? What is your favorite number and why? why is education important and why? what is important to you and why? what is your favorite food and why? what is you favorite car and why? what is you favorite store and why? What is your favorite music and why? If you could do one thing for a day what will it be? If you could only call one friend who will it be?

there was once a girl her name was lola she was a very cool girl

The man In the Mail Box

Don't worry about anything; deadlines, grammar, sounding good, or even complete sentences. Just write stream-of-consciousness about anything and everything that comes to your head. Do not stop until you have filled at least half a page.

Blood Anguish Tears Wounds Blood Anguish Tears Wounds

Clang! Owww! sssssssss! Ding! Rufff!

I'm a blind man. I have never been able to see. Describe to me a cathedral.

Write a dark poem.

Where Did the Time Go?

#@$%!! you

lolololololololol no

Where did thje tiem go doge

What to say when you see your girlfriend/boyfriend #@$%!!ing a donkey fish up the bum

#@$%!! the popopopopop

sometimes i pretend to rape George Clooney and think I have an addiction

on rainy days i like to do the helicopter down the street and tapdance saying "we are experiencing bad weather and a landing is impsossible"

Sometimes a masturbate to printers when they print out pictures of the grinch and shrek

Whenever i have morning wood i love to put a cape on and do the superman laying on the toilet while i stare at pictures of bill clinton

so the other day i found a bong on the street so i smashed being the good samritan iam and went inside and injected some more heroin

i like to inject stuff into the tip of my dick because its easy to get the veins out-all i have to do is stare at chris hemsworth raping an elephant version of jim carrey and mike myers

I then strapped on my dildo and engaged in a duel with George Washington for the freedom of America but he had the advantage of aboriginals to help him. I was defeated on the ground being poked with sticks from all directions when suddenly barney picked me up and i rode on his back into the sunset.... we then sniffed more coke

when i look at bongs i always think it looks phallic, and then i see ***** sucking it so it must be lol not funny #@$%!! up billy connely

I found comfort in hugging my own buttchecks

rape is not funny unless im the victim and strapped onto a spike bed

i like to spray paint myself black and stick my dick in a soft serve machine so i look like oprah winfery with rabies

the lingerie isles in kmart is where i am a predator

one time i used a crazy straw to piss from all the way acroos the room

after many long hours of effort and many more sacrifices i finally got close to the end even if it cost my my ribs and my neck is hurting but finally i manage to suck my own dick for just a second

macklemore likes unicorn horns penetrating deep into his body and batmans last words were spit in my mouth back ass and mouth biatch

i have to do a million cartwheels in the morning with little bursts of wee in the middle in order to go to the toilet

sometimes i use glory holes as a towel rack

it was an uphill struggle to get barrack Obama to give me a wank tissue but after seeral years of writing letters and death threats he sent me a message of his dildo and a note attached that said #@$%!! you *****

cheese

A give it to my dog ruff

josh russell likes to wipe his belly button on armpits

josh cruse likes to wank with tweezers while staring at the bloody puddle of his sisters period

hola hola probando uno dos

billy is a jihad

callum is pecky

ashdyn is perverted feathers

Jacob Bishop is a #@$%!!

family

Write about someone's last day before execution for a crime they didn't commit. What are their last words, thoughts, and actions? What memories pass through their mind, and do they see them reminiscently, or bitterly? What do they expect to follow their demise?

Write about when the hungry hungry hippos get full.

I hope to fly I hope to die I hope to live I hope to thrive I hope to love I hope to find I hope to feel I hope to decide I hope to grow I hope to write

Yes I did and I'm not proud of it. Few years ago I was collecting labeled cups from famous coffee shops. I paid all of my collection. I never thought of stealing one. One time I was sitting in a coffee shop with my friends and I really fancy one of the coffee mugs. I asked one of the servers if I could buy it but he said they don't sell it. I was dismayed. A minute before we left, I slid the mug onto my shopping bag without anyone noticing it. I left a sum of money on our table. My friends were asking why I left a big tip. I told them i stole the mug and don't want to be so guilty about it.

1. I look away from temptations. 2. I look away from the clock that says it's time to do my homework. 3. I look away at the past that gives me bad memories. 4. I look away from the window and deny that it's a beautiful day to go out and play. 5. I look away at my calendar schedule. 6. I look away from my cat that's meowing for hours to give her food. 7. I look away at my friends posts in Facebook because I envy their travel photos. 8. I look away from the reality that I am getting older. 9. I look away and thought I'm running out of ideas to write. 10. I look away and I can't think anymore.

Justice has caught up to me

Describe how donations help build great futures

the other day i was busy writing fanfictions in the toilet while snapping off a massive log in the #@$%!!ter i took in a big whiff of air and discovered it smelt like fresh daisies

***** got beat at superhexagon

***** is a twat

one day a long ass time ago ***** tried to run away from the cops but hit a fence and got caught

Many years ago a young samurai named Wryan found a magic sword left behind by ancient ninjas in a stone on top of Mount Hemp as soon as he retrieved the sword he injected it into his arm and passed out on the floor in his #@$%!!ty house where he got raped by a broom by the neighbours

a few days ago a kid named ***** went to an electric fence, hes pretty damn stupid and he pissed on it, his dick got zapped for so long that he had to get his dick chopped off, later on that day he went back to the electric fence and sat on it, bare ass, it burnt his ass and now he has to get his own mother to wipe his ass and he pees out of a crater where his dick should be

The mad Ryan Monster kicked like a wild horse into the air and charged at the local school which was in the eastern part of town the kids al stabbed at him and stole is Kush. The now enraged Ryan monster sniffed a line of coke and injected more whale semen into his buttocks and tried to have sex with these children in the cotton on toilets. he eventually got aids from the cotton on toilet and died

One Sad ass day ***** went for a walk, he met up with this #@$%!!ing fat chic named Tony Crowden, he went behind the cotton on toilets and #@$%!!ed her but somehow he stuck his dick in the wrong hole acause he couldnt find the vigina so it went into the ass, he pulled his dick out after ejaculating in her ass and relised that there was #@$%!! all over his dick, next thing you know tony is sucking his dick and then they made out, later on that day ***** tasted something, he opened his mouth and pulled out some chunks of #@$%!!, he didnt care and ate them again.

***** is a regular at cotton on but he never buys anything

#@$%!! you Lezlie, #@$%!!, you.

R.I.P William Jack Ryan Died of Herpys and too much jizz loss Died while #@$%!!ing Tony Crowden Died 5th May 2014

Dear you siq #@$%!!s, I am *****. I have aids lol. fuk u. any ugly as #@$%!! chicks wanna root?

R.I.P *****s High score Died of Connor Destroying it "Never Forget Homie" 5th of May 2014

*****, Where you wanna #@$%!!??

Cotton-on toylets

Cotton-On Toilets ;) -From *****

Ok Meet me there at 3:45pm ;)

R.I.P *****s Standards Died because Will started found Cotton-On 2001

LOL ***** HAS HERPES

I wank in the cotton on toilets

Oh and my names Sarah Donohue add me on facebook ;)

LOL COTTON ON TOILETS HAVE HERPES

LOL ANYONE THAT HAS PISSED AT COTTON ON HAS HERPES

I hav a boner

am fingering myself right now babe

Violent Air-Thrusts

your not gonna come to cotton on toilets are you?? :( if you dont ive got this other guy that ill #@$%!!

IM TOO SEXY FOR MY PANT TOO SEXY FOR MY PANTS *****S A SLUT!!

Home home sweet

I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS A SENSITIVE CHILD DREAMING TO LEAVE BETWEEN FAIRS AND A MAGIC EVIROMENT.

yeah

ddd

language and words are very potent way to communicate our sensations, our spiritual situation concerning our life.

Create a new kind of vampire and write a short story about them

I've inherited the love for AC Milan, an italian football club. Maybe the love for my town, and something else I can't remeber right now.

da homies be in da club tonight

bill dawg

the #@$%!!es in the club not be lookin a jakey

woo ryan walks into cotton on and asks where the toilets he walks outside and comes back in with a random chick and walk to the toilets. they were gone for several hours?

***** cant stop eating cats

want some fries with that salt?

***** dealing hash muffins

an eagle with a box on its head

Cotton On toilets bud

what what what

Lol Josh R is a #@$%!! #@$%!!

I look away from the strong, because I want to become strong on my own. I look away from the weak, because I want to rise above the others with my own strength. I look away from the mistakes because I know there is more to come. I look away from perfection because I know that it is not real. I look away from my enemies because I do not want to fight them. I look away from my comrades because I know they believe in me. I look away from fate because I know I can change it with my own strength. I look away from the past because those are mistakes I have made and have fixed. I look away from hate because I do not want it to consume me. I look away from love because it is something that is lied about too often.

Stick Your Dotty and Sharp Job, Jacob Dear Jacob, I have some news, which I think you will find bumpy. Over the last few months, I have found working for #@$%!!s R Us both dotty and sharp. It's fair to say that #@$%!! is grubby and the support staff are stripy, but this has not stopped me from finding the work dotty. I have really enjoyed snuggling with #@$%!! and stealing dotty panties from the litter bins. But all good things must come to an end. As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming an actor have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a rowing machine. I dream of getting up in the morning and slurping, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a guidebook and I'm almost there. Thus I must resign from my job as a sound technician, to pursue my true calling as an actor. In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of #@$%!!, which is why I leave with a bumpy heart. Best of luck with your continued pursuit of higher productivity. Yours sincerely Dawg

Describe a women's intentions without being specific of her intentions.

If you were sent back in time to 1858 and had to live there, what modern skills and knowledge might you use to help you make enough money to live on? 5 paragraphs

"Memories are lies."

girl mother cowboy

Ambergris ( Ambra grisea, Ambre gris) Laudanum Opium Thaumatrope Acqua toffana The Book of Solomon

What is real is not often accepted. In literature there are often conflicts and settings that make a person be unaware of the truth. When Gatsby leaves, the main lady character marries a rich man, Tom. Gatsby loved the lady very much that he throws parties just to impress her. However, everything changed when the lady accidently drives and kills the lady who had an affair with Tom. Gatsby's life is wasted as he is killed by George. Gatsby did not consider that the main character must be happy that she's married. The conflict is shown when Mr. Ashok purposely blames Balram for killing a child at night while driving the car even though it was Madam Pinky who committed the crime. Mr. Ashok did not look at the truth but he was only considering what will happen to Madam Pinky and his business if people found out the truth. People often try to hide the truth to get what they want. Truth often hurts when it is revealed. Ever wonder about the difficulties of recovering from the life's challenges. To advise us on this complicated matter of life. In order to move forward, people have to be mentally strong enough to recuperate from the hardships that the life has to offer. Life lessons are abusive relationships, life after divorce and seeking true love. Many areas 0f life are very confusing but people have to compromise. Abusive relationships are very painful and it can result in the worse of any possibilities. It affects the physical body as well as the mind itself. The abuser, Ed, is looking for a sense of excitement or dominance. “He beat me up one night. He dragged me around the living room by my ankles. He kept saying, ‘I love you, I love you, you itch.' He went dragging me around the living room,” (1) People are crazy in love. Terri was so composed in love that she disregards Ed's abuse. Ed never understood how Terri felt or was hurt and this affected their relationship. There is so much sadness in abusive relationships because they believe they are hopeless to do anything about it. Life after divorce is a whole new experience. People are not always happy with the ways things are. Life holds many possibilities and it cannot end just because someone is divorced. “In addition to being in love, we like each other and enjoy one another's company,” (2) Life after divorce is not always troubled but rather it is a new experience. This has a positive and a negative impact on someone's life. AA true love is very difficult to obtain because it is difference from any other love. People cannot forget anyone even if they are no longer with them. People are always worried about one another. The man was more concerned not seeing his wife after the accident than his own wounds.

Guilt is rather worthless. Guilt is a curiously strong motivator at times. Guilt is a driving force behind too many acts of charity. Guilt is a swift kick off your high horse. Guilt is a Catholics bread and butter. Guilt is the eighth, not so deadly sin. Guilt can drive us to do the right thing. Guilt is bottled lies looking for an honesty fueled escape. Guilt is a morbidly obese monkey on your back.

The lake was freezing. Nobody really understood why anybody came here. But everybody was constantly recommending Sloans Lake. It was especially frigid today, but there was a sparkling tension to the air. Voices pierced the crisp air. Women can be shockingly jealous. They hide it well and men dramatically yelling at their women over what they wear in public becomes much more publicized, but women can be crazy jealous. The two shrill voices continue to pierce the otherwise tranquil scene. What could possibly be wrong with being just friends anyway? Women were always going on about world peace, but when it was more local? Not so much. Thats all it really was. Just trying to keep the peace by being friends with a former girlfriend. Impossible. Apparently.

Ah. Another beautiful spring day. High time to wake up, grab a healthy breakfast, and plant my future children into the stomach of an eight legged monster. Jenny was your typical Tarantula Hawk wasp, albeit far less charming then her other wasp neighbors. The phrase "The miracle of birth" was certainly not coined of Jenny's baby makin style. Each spring, the mood would strike her. Like clockwork. Time to continue my race. Beautiful baby time. Except without the beautiful part. Jenny then buzzed through the jungle looking for the meanest mofo tarantula she could find. Ahh. Success. What a beauty. A full five pounder. With a seriously ugly mug and a scowl to match. Jenny didn't hesitate. She dive bombed the tarantula. Any ignorant bystander would think Jenny had just decided she wanted a quick short cut to a nasty death. But as the beast reared its head at the sound of her approach, Jenny turned her bum straight at him and drove her stinger into that ugly mug. She drifted slowly away, watching, always fascinated, as her poison slowly turned the angry tarantula entirely motionless. Paralyzed, the spider could only watch helplessly as Jenny approached him once more. Ahh yeah. It's business time. Jenny only wished she could put some sexy music on. Like Flight of the Concords hit, "Business Time."She dove, crotch first, onto the tarantulas exposed stomach. Then, with the help of her stinger, pumped six to eight beautiful Jenny baby clones into the stomach of the terrified spider. She wouldn't be here when they gave birth, but at least she'd been kind enough to provide the spiders their first meal. Smiling to herself, she took off, hoping the spider flesh was to her babies liking. Isn't that #@$%!!ed up?

The room is tense. Like no one knows who's baby is in my belly tense. Is it yours? Yours? Lets talk about it. That kind of tense. Jenna looks deeply into Ezekial's now moist eyes once more. Those enchanting sea green eyes that were so piercing it wouldve been creepy if they werent also so beautiful. This was brutally tough, but she knew she'd regret if she didn't follow through. She grabbed the last bag and headed for the door. Before she even opened the door, she could hear the sobbing begin. Awkward. She took a deep breath and quickly closed the door. Instantly the wailing from inside took on a paniced edge. Goodbye Ezekial. She breathed deeply and forced herself to not look back.

monster

accountant

As I close my eyes, I see my face, which I'm generally a big fan of. A large, blunt, handsome face. My eyes are blue, green, blue green depending on the day with flecks of gold. My chin swoops up and out in a wonderfully masculine way. Ive got a large nose to support rather large and somewhat silly ears. My eyebrows are thick and bushy, theyll be hilariously dense when I grow old. My hair is brown, thin and soft. Gray has officially set up a permenant home. No longer can my family guard me by saying "Nah I don't really see anything." I am forevermore a sleek, silver fox.

I am eager to become a better writer. I am eager to learn how to hold down a job. I am eager to learn how to truly be just friends with a woman. I am eager to continue to get closer to God. I am eager to discover more joy and purpose in my life. I am eager to detach my self identity from womens opinions and interest in me; it's a fragile system. I am eager to become steadfast in my pursuit of my dreams. I am eager to begin working out again. I am eager to find a lasting, firm hope in my future again. I am eager to laugh the next time I see my friends.

My character is very moody when it comes to my morality. The ever present question that I must press to myself, especially when women are involved is... Is there an ulterior motive? In which case my shifty morals can come into play, on the surface everything seems kosher. Oh he's just inviting her to church or walk around the mall. Seems pretty standard. Yet a perceptive observer may feel something else in the air. A darkness. A wolf among the sheep. Sometimes my motives are pure. Sometimes they're not. Only I can answer that question. And the person I'm most talented at lying to is myself.

i don't want to listen i don't want to keep you out i don't want to cry i don't want to imaginate the life i don't want to cook tonight i don't want to go out i don't want to write this stupind thing i don't want to dance i don't want to swimm i don't want to play in a garedn

This is my story and I am not fond of it

their was once a beautiful princess that ran away from her beautiful castle home and went to love in the enchanted misty forest what became of her?

Treat Diarrhea Naturally as you would Elvis Dying In toilets Climate change itching my ice-cream Lego Say no more Nature continues to create condoms Out of a hotdog stick Antibodies turn plants Into wizard zombies Female insects use banana penis to take Charge LSD raccoons vs. Man made Viagra The winner? Me.

A man. Trapped in a box. Outside, colors swirl and rage around him. He listens to the sweet, untouchable music of life outside. He moans... and his moan joins a symphony of sound outside.. echoed by the millions of others around him. Each trapped inside their own box. A blank white canvas. He saw it but he did not understand it. How could one possibly add color to the box? He was lost. Unattached, his mind drifted and floated helplessly. No anchor of passion or desire tied him to reality anymore. And then.... Sound. A piano? Violins? The sweet notes seemed to appear out of nowhere. A memory he had lost long ago. As a child he had listened to Beethoven obsessively. Then came school. The rules. The ideas that seemed so bland and unavoidable. Go here, think this, dress like this, want this. With each passing year the choices in his life seemed to narrow. Until he stopped trying to choose and simply started trying to survive. That choice, the choice to stop being the master of his own destiny... That was the day he had stopped listening to Beethoven. And slowly but surely, he had personally laid each and every single brick of his box. But that was then. That was his world without music, without color, beauty or choice. This was now! Beethoven. Violent reds, bold blues, gentle greens, playful purples swirled inside his head stretched and spinning like a marathon runner finally being released from captivity. His mind churned, spinning faster then it had ever done before. In one swift leap he tore though the walls of the box. He screamed at the top of his lungs and jumped for joy. Absolution was his.

Describe a time you hurt unintentionally someone.

Cruelty is sweet to those with rotten teeth. Cruelty is a virus. Cruelty is a catalyst. Cruelty is naked. Cruelty is contagious. Cruelty is a side effect of free will. Cruelty is all too patient. Cruelty is amusement for those with a taste for control. Cruelty is the coexistence of life and death. Cruelty is natural.

sushi

"Your weird" "Your hot." "What?!" "Oh sorry I thought we were stating the obvious."

wedding trust faith lily dancing batman online gaming

fall feel car

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

sussex, downs, shadows,green, trees,wind green, trees

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

This was never to be unless...

life is beautiful

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

Write poem that compares human life to galaxies, nebulas, stars, etc.

Facile come aggiungere un suffisso

story

"Women, on the other hand, tend more often to show internalizing behaviours like self blame, feelings of sadness and worthlessness, conflict avoidance, and trouble setting boundaries."

human population

potatoes sing, music abound, love is near

Confess a Secret

cool words

BASKETBALL KEVIN DURANT AND MORE BASKETBALL

I like to see myself in the mirror because just cause and i like really cool though but that's how life is just like a balloon you touch and bam it blows right in your face and at the you can feel the taste.

Loneliness is bad Loneliness is think your life is only you

LOVE

what the hell is going on below? and how is 'i like...' a prompt

two people walk out a building...

Write story based off the lyrics of Neon Indian's "Polish Girl"

Base a piece of dialogue in story composed off other prompts on this site that is based off of "Landslide" by Stevie Nicks.

Write a Found poem or story: take from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, people talking...

i am manuel,

you are talking

defeating cancer with organic juice and detox

I woke up at 8:00 on a school day and was so late. "Darn It" I thought. I went down for breakfast and ate a granola bar while my brother ate yummy waffles. I had to rinse my mouth with sprite and I forgot I was in my pajamas!I went on the school bus and 10 kids glared and giggled at me. The bus rider told me nice pajamas as an insult. My best friend Andrea looked at me and said"Why are you late and in your bunny pajamas?" I felt kinda hot and humiliated

oh man

Fariy tales

it shows my respect because it shows me what to do and what not to do

what comes to me is when i was at the park with my sister i didn't ever know

my oldest brother

how do you know

1. Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too.

write what hurts the most

Joy is happiness Joy is fantastic Joy is freedom Joy is sunshine Joy is life Joy is love Joy is feeling good Joy is peace Joy is around of us Joy is inside us

Cruently i fall form a bike. Cruently u died.

I am so very irritated with the screeching of the tree against my window. How frightening that sound is. But how annoying! For, I wish I could cut the limb from its trunk, so I no longer have to listen to that dreadful noise!

running running away from slender running running #@$%!! im dead

Write a story about a gorilla, a monkey, and a tiger that becomes friends, but suddenly at the end the monkey runs away.

ehhhhhhhhhhhh

When you fall down to cry. You rise up to become more kind.

Describe your last defeat

Write a story from the POV of your favourite clothing item.

great music becausehappy music makes Carol happy

i cry to be happy i cry to run away i cry to shout i cry to dance i cry to live i cry to capture i cry to sing i cry to rapture i cry to celebrate i cry to be free

trees swaying, birds chapping and its like i'm frozen in time. nothing but the lake in front of me. do i dare intrude in this mystical moment or stare and go with the flow. it's just me and this lake in front of me

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole

ballons

Magnetic Poetry

sterk dat moet ik nu zijn

Marvelous life, and strangely enough, despite all the tragedy, I call it a healthy one. One works, and one sleeps, and that is absolutely all. Every day and night the BOOM, BOOM of the cannon. That is all I know of the world I live in.

The way of talking

iba yo de pregrina

Write a story about what would happen to your friends/family and environment if you died

chrismas christ birth baby jesus god love gift winter mary chils gold animals birthday

harry styles is dating Louis tomlinson

to be alone

intelligence, thought provoking,beautiful smile,systematic,loving. responsible

Living like a dream

She was worried about skap, she was crying about it, however she knows theres something else

One half of your OTP teaching the other half how to smoke.

narrative poems

its not over yoi

This morning I woke feeling excited to go to school. I got dressed, ate my breakfast and headed off to school. As I walked out the front door I saw a huge.........

Write a coherent essay to classify types of risky jobs for women.

I remember when the sun kissed my soft skin. I remember when everything was sweet and delightful. I remember when there was no meaning in life. I remember the chants and laughter of children. I remember the smell of pancake on Saturday morning. I remember the smooth skin on my mother's face. I remember the colorful pigtails in my hair. I remember how perfect it was 'till now...

Happiness is sleeping

What kind of life do you want to lead?

Problem/solving

you are under linguistic attack

give me back my car. NO

You are sitting in a decrepit coffee house and a stranger slides into the booth across from you. He says he had a compromise to make regarding your house that has been up on the market for two years but you haven't been able to sale. Write this scene.

Write from the point of view of your intelligent dog as you and your character's spouse are getting into a verbal fight. Make sure to add the following words: insipid, bleak, sweltering, annoying, vase, tundra, advanced, yellow, red, glasses.

Every morning it was the same thing for Martin Hedges. He'd put on a pot of coffee and get dressed as he waited for the coffee to brew. But today, things would be different…

It wasn't going to be easy to admit that he had made a mistake. But that's exactly what ____ would need to do if he hoped to be taken seriously anymore. Write only in his direct emotions of the situation.

_____ turned to her sister. “Of course you can't keep it,” she said. “You've got to give it back NOW." Write from the sister's point of view.

Marcy looked at the dog and burst into tears… Write from the dog's point of view.

It was another dark, dreary day in the city. ___ pulled on a sweater and looked out the window.

Start the scene with a woman dropping ten bucks on the concrete. End it with a lion terrorizing the local middle school

Write from the p.o.v of a woman who had just learned she has cancer from a unsympathetic doctor. Describe the room she is in.

A man just learns his identity has been stolen. Main word:hurt. See where it takes you.

Write a scene at Thanksgiving dinner. Have a conflict, climax, and a resolve. Make it interesting.

It is what it is

Write about William Blake.

I am having a really hard time because i'm trying, deeply trying to remember a time i intentionally hurt someone... is it because i don't want to remember it or have i truly never intentionally hurt someone... I don't know why i find it so difficult or surprising.. It just happens to be something i've never put much thought into... I honestly am not sure I have done this. I have, forsure, unintentionally hurt a lot of people, including loved ones. I know that forsure... But intentional? I can't. Why would I? People get hurt all the time and that's unintentionally. Knowing this, why would you want to inflict more negativity into another person's life?

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

Write about a person who despises writing.

vacations

It was so hot that

i have legs

i enjoy when

You see two bright blue eyes in the shadows of the forest at your dad's home. Who is it? What is it? Write this scene.

hey get over here you are in trouble

thats perfect cant love thats

Write a scene about whatever you want.

Mystery Adventure

What would be the one item your character would hate losing. How would your character react to find it missing?

An unexpected guest arrives at your character's door. Your character reacts by...?

What makes your character depressed? What would your character do if magically all that was depressing your character disappeared and the opposite circumstance was somehow in place?

If a character was forced to go back to his or her childhood home, how would he or she react to eating dinner with all the folk back home?

Describe a character you detest and imagine having a conversation with him or her.

What did the monster under your bed look like when you were young? What would you have said to the monster if you had a conversation with it?

If you could go into your character's subconscious, what lost memories would you find there.

Make a list of personal highs and lows than make a list of your character's highs and lows. Write a monologue where within your character describes his or her life.

What do you really want, but can't seem to obtain. How does it feel to be without? What would you do or have you done to get what you want.

If you could go back in time and talk to yourself, what advice would you give to yourself? Would the said advice change your present if so how?

What events took place in the worst day of your life? Make a list. What events took place on the best day of your life? Make a list. Then, describe a day either good or bad.

Your character really wants to go to a party, but has no date. How does he or she solve this dilemma?

An unrequited love shows up at a party your character is attending, what does your character do?

Your character who was physically abused by a parent as child sees that parent in his or her death bad. What feelings and memories cross the character's mind. How does the character choose to treat the bad parent at the end?

Your character accidentally grabs the wrong bag at the airport carousel. What happens next?

Something about death: the murkiest dispensaries of life, of them all, yet so discerningly enticing. As though it teases you to hit its refresh button, yet never guarantee or reveal a factual second chance • and not knowing makes it the more curious still

11. Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking. I sat. Waiting anxiously. They should be done by now. What was taking them so long? It had been hours. The only reason it would be taking this long was if something bad had happened. I mentally shook myself. I shouldn't be thinking like that. I couldn't afford it. I had to stay positive. I looked around the waiting room, staring at the blank white walls. I was beginning to regret my decision to come here. I should've just stayed home with my little sister Debbie. But deep down I knew that I was needed here. I felt her presence before I even saw her. I was afraid to turn around and see her. Afraid that whatever happened in the next few seconds would change my entire life. Slowly and hesitantly I turned in my seat to see her tear-stained face. And that was when I knew. My father was gone.

chicken

about the kid tat got lost in the woods

Moroccan infusion

Think about something you hate to see written. like for example a Disney story. then either go completely against the chosen thing and marvel at how good what ever you wrote is compared to it. (good for self esteem boosting) or write about the chosen thing and send it to hell! :kill its characters. leave it with an unhappy ending. or just make every single person in that story a drooling idiot. (this helps let out pent up anger and frustration about writers block low self esteem when writing story's or harsh critique)

dwarfed thoughts

The clouds lower

Pick your nose and write about something that reminds you of your snot.

As the most popular girl in school, she had a responsibility to maintain her image at all times. When a strange man approached her, telling her she was chosen to fight the evil in the world, she called the police and had him arrested for exposing himself to her even though it was far from the truth. Though she tried to ignore them, she noticed instincts she'd never had before that alerted her to danger. When a massive group of demons attacked a tour bus during a class trip, she powerfully fought them off in front of everybody. Her response to them in the aftermath was, "I'm a superhero."

Guilt is the inability to hide what one has done. Guilt is seeing you and not telling you how I feel as tears run down your eyes. Guilt is the conscious decision to make me appear as someone I am not. Guilt is telling you that I love you without meaning it. Guilt is running away from my true intentions. Guilt is seeing the thing that I have become. Guilt is the ability to feel alive yet feel like you are decaying and fleeing. Guilt is me. Guilt is you. Guilt is we.

If I told you how I felt, you might run away. No, this is not any of that love crap. This is me telling you about the monster I have become. The one that creates vivid pictures about ways to die and incorporates them in her every-day life. The one who doesn't give a #@$%!! about any living soul anymore. The one who used to quiver whenever a cuss word appeared but now doesn't give a living #@$%!! about any of that #@$%!! anymore. The one who became entirely selfish and expected more. Always wanting more. Child, this isn't a fairy tale. This life was made to make you fail and have you destroyed. You are no longer anything important in this mass and lame excuse they call world. You are simply an addict. An addict who craves the magical feeling of being alive. Maybe if you created a gap in your skin and stared at the red blood cells gush out, it would help you capture the essence of being human. Maybe it would help you see how precious life is and finally decide to fight for it. Life. But you are merely an ant or fly. Insignificant and in the way of everyone else. So they will try to destroy you and eliminate you. When you finally get motivated to live life to the fullest, they will try to crush you. The sound of the shoe touching your skin will echo through the walls of every building. And being the weak piece of #@$%!! that you are, you will let them or even help them. Damn, how easy it is to influence you. Goddammit, what a lame #@$%!! you are.

Please, I want you to love me. No, I do not treat you like #@$%!! because I want you gone. I want you to fight for me. Fight for the one who has been rendered hopeless although no one can see it. The one who has so much love to give but has lost the ability to achieve it. Please, you are my last hope at every reaching that love. The one they say can save many and is the only thing that can free us of our chains. Or were you wrong Maya Angelou? Did you make me believe that that is the only thing that can save me? I want to know. I'm tired of all the bull#@$%!! and all the recurrent predicaments. I am so god damn naive it frightens me. Losing hope and identity in a world full of differences. I am no one, but everyone. I want to help and make a difference but can't even help myself. You, you were the one last beacon of hope. And I, the one who smothered the flames. All thanks to my stanky attitude and inability to portray my true emotions. Love, you were it all along. And I, the one who drove you away...

every relationship is different

far between sundowns finish and midnights broken toll we ducked inside the doorway with thunder crashing

Visions of Johanna

Kill the main character and describe how they watch over their loved ones from their resting place.

Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking. Livette (reacts with disgust, as her sister attempts to stop her from leaving the room) Chandra: Livette, why do you look at me this way? I can't help how I look. I am broken and sad. I thought that you would be different, but you're like all the rest. I can't believe this. It hurts to my gut. You were my last hope. I am your flesh and blood. You would think that we are enemies (she wraps her arms around her body and shakes, as tears roll down her face)

Cruelty is silence when I need your words. Cruelty is the way of egos. Cruelty is impatient and demanding. Cruelty is walking away when you could save a life. Cruelty is not the only option. We can do better. Cruelty is never just, whatever the reason. Cruelty is another word for abuse, don't do it. Cruelty is not love. Cruelty is not something to be celebrated. Cruelty is only going to hurt you in the long run.

dance is so fun what is your favorite kind of dance

write a story about swag

1. Know God 2. Make God known 3. Hear God's voice 4. Practice worship and intercessory prayer 5. Be visionary 6. Champion young people 7. Be broad-structured and decentralized 8. Be international and interdenominational 9. Have a biblical Christian worldview 10. Function in teams 11. Exhibit servant leadership 12. Do first, then teach 13. Be relationship-oriented 14. Value the individual 15. Value families 16. Practice dependence on God 17. Practice hospitality 18. Communicate with integrity

I am most tormented by the idea that one may be feared of being themselves, that one shall forget about their almighty God, or the fact that there is so much hatred in the world and we have yet to vanish it.

the bat how cauedet fly

mierda agua cisne

dog

Hi I cant stand you

sightings feelings smellings hearings touchings stepings pressings

He cannot show his freedom for many reasons. Little can there be any reason to underestimate the lofty policies of the grans statement involved in that feelings of loneliness and grudges to be seen and not heard.

youtube

List 20 of your fears. write one about it

mr room

I like the because

Your best friend wants sex with you. Describe how you say yes, or no.

I had a dream that my older sister was pregnant with her first child, everyone was extremely happy and in my dream I remember seeing my niece face for the first time and I was super emotional it was a good dream.

I feel great sympathy for animals that are mistreated on a daily basis, who is hungry and don't have shelter, I understand it's in there nature to hunt for food and etc but it would be nice if we could take better care of animals.

The lake is peaceful, pretty blue water that matches he sky. The sound of the birds chirping is very relaxing, I lay back and watch the birds fly together simply beautiful, and calming.

Amy finds a box of scorched human hair on her back porch not knowing who's it is, how and where it comes from she panics hysterically. Amy who is a forensic analyst samples the hair only to find out the disturbing details of who the hair belongs to. Amy ex boyfriend who was in prison for 6 years for stalking and assault escaped from prison killed Amy sister leaving her scorched hair in a black box on the porch.

Anger is depressing. Anger is cruel. Anger is a result of how things are going in your life. Anger is provoking others. Anger is violent. Anger is something that can last a long time. Anger is something that destroys families. Anger is something that can turn dangerous. Anger is something that brings fear. Anger is something I try to keep a handle on.

I hate flies. I find them to very rude, nasty, and quite disrespectful, they are annoying as ever. They land on your body, food, with their constant buzzing I really hate them.

My character shows frugality because I'm very good at saving money and proportioning food. I'm very good at making things last.

I feel great sympathy for people who lose their loved ones, I know how that kind of hurt feels and when I see or hear someone else in pain due to death I feel so bad for them as if it was my own loved one who had passed.

My mom is very good at writing short stories, I inherited my writing talents from her I'm a very good poet.

The things that block my character from getting what they want is their attitude, they prefer to work alone, quite shy, not really being a people's person.

My character is very helpful, don't mind lending emotional, or financial support, conversation, just having a listening ear, non judge mental.

I feel helpless when I've been there for everybody and when I need just a little bit of help I have no one to count on.

Dear Teacher, I just want to thank you for the time and effort you have given me to succeed in my education. I appreciate your knowledge and your support in everything I do. You are a awesome teacher and I thank you.

Race is still a issue today. Race is something that made many of us different towards each other. Race is something that will be an issue until the end of time. Race is something that many families benefited from. Race is something brought on by propaganda. Race is all about genetics. Race is what defines most. Race is going to bring on another war. Race is talked about at benefits of others. Race is something that people use as an excuse for their sadistic actions.

this is the end, the thought. a new life where i can be happy, be happy. happy is such a good feeling. it's like eating choclate whitout feeling fat or seeing your child happy.

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, went into the town Went into the land of the midnight sun Searchin' high, searchin' low Searchin' everywhere I know Askin' the cops wherever I go Have you seen dignity? Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-lou She said 'I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you" Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid Have you seen dignity?

Roots skin

a converstaion with a sibling

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

write 20 lines of what you are greatful for

Your main character finds a box of scorched human hair. Whose is it? How did it get there?

Write about a person who is suddenly going blind. Describe how they feel, and what they do until they do go blind.

I worry about myself and my family because they're the people that I have in my life to avoid danger into them.

as time is passing by I am still here in my room thinking about how am i gonna end up when i grow up, how am i going to take care of myself with out my parents, my parents always been there for me no matter what they would take care of me a lot and the problems i would be in they would be in becsuse they know i cant do this by myself and if i cant even solve my problems they would solve it for me, i love my parents, but once i grow what is gong to happen to me, what is gonna happen to my parents, are they just gonna fade away just like that, nah thas not the way i would want my life to end up, like people say family stick together no matter what....

I was walking down the street when I entered a restaurant I asked if I could sit in a table, but they told me it was full, so I go out the restaurant so hungry that I do not know what to eat I saw this girl and I asked her if she wanted to go out to a fast food restaurant and she said yes when we were done eating I fell in love with her and we became more than friends

2. Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and sh*t. Throw some birds in there, too.

the first time I fell in love was when something hit me that I couldn't let go of. it was different than love. he was different than any other guy. he would been the best in all but then he changed. he would be sweet and had my heart, but now he letted me go on what he had done. he left me by then saying I left him. he be saying things that wasn't true at all. all I wanted was for him to understand but now he's on his own. he got mad because of that and didn't say it to my face I don't know why but all I know that I'm better alone.

I love you with all my soul. You are cool to my life. Love flying in the air!

An event that made me happy is the meet and greet for Steven Fernandez at San Francisco

poems are stupid they make me cry I cant stand them they make me mad. I wish I didn't have to learn about this ever again.

A dark place. Lots of cloths that are on the floor . Trash shoved in when I'm to lazy to go to trash. A place where there is plenty of junk and un used brand new things. Sometimes even broken things that are to big to take out.

Death is Life

I like money. The smell is great but having too much is evil.

Love comes slow but go's so fast

people teachers studenhelves whiteboardts books desks computers s

We are all like moths, Drawn in, to this endless flame. #@$%!! the Axioms.

The best books name themselves. -Me

Hyacinth gentle blowing in my face, I feel so comfortable.my feet were cool. My face is moving around that I can tell when I look down on my feet.

Responsibility

I need my family ,my friends to Share my happiness

Incense of the taro .

the question is not clear. is it what i whish to change in this world? I want to change the situation of children around the world because they are the future of this earth. I do not want them to carry guns or die as terrorists. Instead, I want them to have books and pencils in their hands in order to change our world.

sometimes we just have to let things go

...and there is nothing happening within without this Space time dream... It's over the top flipped in the middle stretched outside of the bandwidth of sound ... ....and until your heart is broken the needle will skip and replay the old groove ....singing the same old song ....an endless replay so loud you cannot even hear your own breath

I remember my childhood was very funny.

I have a good memories with my friends. When I graduated high school, I have never seen them agian.

I taste a melon that is very sweet. I taste the beach when I go there. I taste candy that is very sour. I taste fish meat that is very salty. I taste water that is very fresh. I taste my fingers that are sour. I taste my sweat that is very salty. I taste my food that is sour. I taste my cloth that is sour. I taste my hair that is sour.

Dear Sir/Madam, I bought a wireless printer in your store last week. I installed it on my computer and my phone. It worked with my computer but it did not work my phone. I could print my documents on my phone. Therefore, I do like this printer, and it is not same as advertising.

coughing lick

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms

libros

#@$%!! you like a hurricane

creative crossing

Write a day at the park. One day I went to the park with friends and arriving to the park, there are people at the park. I and my friends we entertained ourselves with fun. We play slides, water squirt, play ball, running all allover the park until music start playing. We dance all over. Going to the park makes grate entertainment so much fun meeting great people. My friends and I too enjoy ourselves playing, listen to music at the park. I am Trevonne, P.S 159-3Grade March 2, 2015.

international security

What metaphor describes your life?

what if you took a trip to one of your favorite city?what would you do?

flicking tthough faces clearing my throat do you speak to someone when you think? some days, some nights, one hears things being said. its distinct. newspapers spread on the floor. francois rabelais suck them, sound them, try n ot to swallow them assortment an edge, a sight, a score slow movements false silences lose their thread drill of returning thought this pain is feminine leaning over a balcony a receiver's signal. a damp echo. someone behind you if you run on the blind side are you running with your eyes closed never laugh a smile is sufficient pleasant sounds ciphering through wooden chest scissors walk on the side of the wall arrival finding it hard to verbalise internal words Human touch conveys many social messages, including level of intimacy, hostility, and affiliation [ 9 ] . Physical touch is a crucial aspect of most human relationships [ 16 ] . While haptic interfaces have been shown to convey emotional information [ 3 , 8 , 33 ], the potential for s urface haptic technologies to support person - to - person affective communication has yet to be explored. Different than vibration feedback that is common in mobile devices and force feedback that is common in graspable devices such as joysticks , surface hapt ic technologies provide force feedback directly to the fingertip in form factors that are increasingly appropriate for mobile devices [ 1 , 24 , 1 ] . This paper explores variable - friction technology for direct communication and seeks insights into used to improve navigation tasks

I remember it well, the summer of 07. The entire family packed into the back of the pick up truck and drove down to the lake. As soon as we hit Savannah you could smell the salt water in the air. It was so peaceful. Birds flew overhead singing their songs.

hola my name is frank

10 fav words(in no particular order): -upon -conceal -combustion -prevent -implode -commence -sanction -particular -articulate

-tapping on keyboards -fly buzzing -constant talking -feet shuffling -heavy breathing

A child wakes in a strange world with no memories. All they see is a silver tower in the distance, a sparkling lake to their left, and a small house on their right. Explore the world with them.

Describe the world around you as if you had never seen anything before.

Write a short story in containing alternate dimensions, a red string, and a bird.

I can draw. I can play guitar. I can write. I can love. I can cry. I can hate. I can be mean. I can be hurt. I can be a nice person. I can.. but sometimes I can't.

It irritates me sometimes when a woman has to throw themselves at a man. Couldn't she be subtle? Couldn't she be discreet? What if it wasn't meant to be? Wear short skirts, a whole new makeover just for that special someone. That whole image on love, what was once pure, now was asked with promises of lust-filled night and passionate kisses. But it doesn't have to be like that. She could've just walked up to him like a normal person.. and just asked. I know, rejection hurts really bad because I've been there. Trust me, I do. Those stolen glances from him, or from you, I think the message is clear that they like each other. A lot. Self-restrain. They have to have self-restrain. And that what makes love even sweeter. Don't waste your energy on someone who doesn't want you. Looks or intellectual?

Write about the last time you sucked a toe

I waited for the howling wind to come to a gentle pause. But after hours it still hadn't. I tossed and turned in bed, i couldn't hear my thoughts over the loud thunderstorm. With each lightning bol, the old creaky boat shook with force.

1.horses 2.turtles 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13.

My name is Ella Barcomb. As you can see I love horses, and turtles .My favorite color is red and pink. I am a Christian. Ask me any thing and I will answer. My mom and dad is divorced. I am on 2 more weekends. I am funny, smart, and shy. I will be on at 9am-10am. If you got problems you can talk to me. I am doing this because I need friends. In my free time I like to do is take care of my pets. I got 2 dogs, 1 cat, 2 fishes, and 2 hamsters. I am 9 years old. My birthday is October 7,2005. Many people died in my family.

Please wright back

I falled in love at school. his name is Trystan

black hair, 5'7, brown eyes ,wore glasses, worked , horses [mustangs] . that's all I know about him. -Ella Barcomb

you are wrong...

What I would say to you, if only...

hello

Press baby

Once upon a time

Write about the one that got away. That girl you saw at the bus stop or the guy who was reading one of your favorite books at the coffee shop? Give them a name that you feel they would have and rewrite the scene and actually meet them.

I laugh because I feel joy I laugh because Alexa laughs at me I laugh because I am actually mad I laugh because I made Robert laugh I laugh because my sisters are silly I laugh because my dog is chunky I laugh because these guys have a dry sense of humor I laugh because Parks and Rec is hilarious I laugh at my life because it is hard I laugh because I have no other response

I can't look away from this screen I can't look away from oncoming traffic I can't look away from blood I can't look away from my wife's skin I can't look away from The News I can't look away from Lists I can't look away from beef veins I can't look away from hatred I can't look away from the sun I can't look away from crashes

Archived cassettes playback what seemed to Ricky to be particularly preservable highlights of a random season of compact car racing in a truck that aspired to accolades, but is hampered by the unfocused ambition that became so characteristic of tongue-in-cheek, beer-in-hand Ricky. Ricky's real name is Robert. Robert is an alcoholic. Robert drove his nephews go-cart to one night stands. Today, though, Rick drives his car to the nearest gas station, picks up a dollar hot-dog and three five dollar lottery tickets. The neighbors spot Ricky driving, with his arm defiantly reaching toward the sky, his fist clenched, 100 dollar bills disseminating like dandelion trailing behind. Around the curve, Ricky becomes distracted from a young girl who could not have been older than 10 squatting down over a bucket. His eyes fixed on the scene of bodily release; he clenches the bills harder until the rear wheel jostles his attention, becoming too aware, he swerves, overcorrects spinning tumbling into the holler that buttressed the road. The young girl reaches down for a bill and wipes herself.

zeus

photo

You are a Ruski who is bird watching. Suddenly a bird falls from the sky. You find it has a chip tied to some device on its claws with "US Intelligence" written over it. You keep it in your pocket. Write what happens when a soldier frisks you and finds the chip.

I had been in the bath for a week...

I love you so much.I can´t live without you

The Illusion of Reality One day Enya Hansel was walking through a strange street. Everything was unfamiliar and she had no idea where she was. Even more strange, there were no people at all. No everyday mailman. No random hobo. No one. "What the hell..." she murmured, as she sees a figure in the ally, with the corner of her eye. Enya turns toward the ally and slowly walked over to it. She found no one there. Without warning, footsteps were heard from right behind her. Enya spun around, just in time to see a man. The strange thing was he was definitely not human. He was like a shadow. However, the creepiest things about him was that he had gleaming red eyes, that scared the hell out of Enya. She had no time to scream, because she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down and froze in horror, when she saw a knife plunged in her stomach. She began to see black spots in her vision, as she fell into darkness. Beep. Beep. Beep. Enya opened her eyes and found herself in bed with the alarm clock beeping beside her. She breathed a sigh of relief. She got up and left the room. In the darkest corner of the room, two red eyes could be seen gleaming in wait for that dream to turn into reality. The End... Or is it?

tape cassettes experimenta music noise sound art

Khaki trousers, navy blue blouse with tan boots

ciao

your favourite imaginary book

humanity

She is a reserved type who doesn't want to mingle with anyone.She feels annoyed every time someone laughs around her and literally wants to choke them to death.When anyone cracks a joke and expects her to laugh she gives them a cold and intimidating stare.

an empty lake house, in the winter...

mew mew mew

happy

That I will stop lying but still do. Why because I will go down

Call me if you want

i love...

sad

There re so many incidents in my past that I would do over. I have two in particular. The first incident that I would do over occurred when I was in the 10th grade. I let someone who I thought was my friend talk me into turning my back on my own social life for a mutual friend who ended up doing what was in her own best interest to my personal detriment. If I could go back I would have stood my ground and choose to be friends with whomever I wanted. The second do =over would have been to marry my long term boyfriend and started a family with him, I would have never taken him for granted.

I don't believe that I am still single I don't believe that I still work at the same job I don't believe that my father really passed away I don't believe that my college degree means nothing I don't believe I am my age I don't believe in true love I don't believe we are alone in the universe I don't believe racism is over I don't believe in reality shows I don't believe in love at first sight

I feel sad I feel lonely I feel depressed I feel unwanted I feel undesirable I feel tainted I feel cursed I feel angry I feel bitter I feel unambitious

Wrong or right, cowards coldly killing kids, it ain't aight from favor to failure, once traumatized kids contemplate suicide expect them to grow and abide, while acting like Jekyll and Hyde the principles you preach day and night, you gladly set aside what do you think happens to kids witnessing bodies torn apart turn to an outlaw, doomed to downfall, if you decide not to ride

You wake up one morning, and outside your door is an unmarked box. The box has no distinguishing features, except that you name is on the top. What is inside the box?

Muses have inspired poetry, hymns, and epic historical accounts appearing in writings such as Homer, Book I of The Odyssey; Virgil, Book I of the Aeneid; and, William Shakespeare, Act 1, Prologue of Henry V. In John Milton's epic poem, Paradise Lost, invocation is given to the heavens to “Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, / Sing, Heavenly Muse, . . .” Passing down oral traditions, music, along with song and dance, are important to worship and celebration, alluded in part to Milton's Lycidas, where he refers to Muses as the “Sisters of the sacred well” bringing attention to “the seat of Jove” • Jupiter, the supreme Roman god. Muses are considered a source of knowledge contained in poetic lyrics and myths. In Greek religion, Terpsichore (“Terpo” in Greek refers to be amused), the goddess of choral song and dance, is often seen dancing and carrying a lyre. Terpsichore is likened reflecting representation of the Hebrew Bible's character Miriam, who was a prophetess, and sister of Moses and Aaron. Miriam was inspired by God's deliverance and safety of his people, the Israelites, through dance and song. Her musical talent rendered inspiration through language and poetic verse.

Love

Describe a complex situation using only one of the five senses

Never Eat Veggies

Late October snow

Write a story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon. 5. A wasp called the tarantula hawk reproduces by paralyzing tarantulas and laying its eggs into their bodies. When the larvae hatch, they devour the still living spider from the inside out. Isn't that #@$%!!ED up? Write a short story about how #@$%!!ED up that is.

SHUT THE F#$% UP

The rain is here

I like you

it's the first crack of the lightning storm thr one who'S open up my heart i'm escaping this blur

Write a story about about a narcissist who wishes to purchase diamond underwear.

Trying to please all these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The moon) I see their faces looking so empty saying I hope that they'll finish soon (So soon) Could be a chat show (Yap yap yap) Could be a go go, reaction would be the same (The same) So here I go though why I don't know Trying to prove myself again Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've seen it before And I've done it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again I try to give them all of my best And it's taking a turn for the worst (Oh no) Things going wrong, start to sing the wrong song I think that we must be cursed (You betcha) Playing the wrong tune, hitting the wrong note This is where my nerves become frayed It's falling apart why did we ever start? And do you think we'll be paid (No) Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've seen it before And I've done it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again Over and over again Build 'em up, knock 'em down Build 'em up, knock 'em down Build 'em up, knock 'em down Build 'em up, knock 'em down Build 'em up, knock 'em down I see a movement down in the front row Maybe it's just a mistake She's smiling at me but he's frowning at me (Hello, goodbye) Which conclusion do I make Fold all your arms and look straight ahead at this Puppet on a string You're feeling confused but you've made a decision You don't like anything Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've seen it before And I've done it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over And over and over again Build 'em up, knock them down Build 'em up, knock them down Build 'em up, knock them down Build 'em up, knock them down Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've seen it before And I've done it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over And over and over again

I feel excited when i hear your voice,taste the food that you choose for us to eat, feel you hands rubbing against my soft tender head and feet,but am i free of choice. i choose to eat what i want, listen to what you listen to eat what you eat, sleep when you sleep, dance to your music,so am i free? someone tell me !! I choose to reject the food that i dont want make a loud sound to what i want chances are i might get it but am i free? you choose if i live or die so i guess am NOT free of choice.

ay wassup ma, its me, marshal i havent seen u in a while since the spaghetti incident

gucci gucci louis luis fendi fendi prada them basic btches wear that #@$%!! so i dont even botha

bobby is the most beautful dog in the world he can swim in any depth of water

Kittens

i want to die

Write a story or scene with a historical figure placed in modern-day with only knowledge of their own time

Write a scene or story about someone from present-day stuck in a past time with little or no knowledge of that time and no idea of how they got there.

computer communication

The clouds got gray with thunder and lighting everyone was very fearful

i cant poop

i bust a nut

when its that time of the month...

deez nuts

"can i go to the bathrrom?" "no niggah."

bird

got emm

when her parents are home

mystrery

You lie about

Happy llama, sad llama, mentally disturbed llama, super llama, drama llama, big fat mama llama. Llama, llama, llama, who is this big llama? Starting all this drama? It's me #@$%!!. Yes, I am that llama, that llama you despise, with those big ass eyes, and them luscious thighs. I mean, yes look at me I'm that l-l-a-m-a that doesn't even #@$%!!ing care what you have to #@$%!!ing say, oops! Happy llama, sad llama, mentally disturbed llama, super llama, drama llama, big fat mama llama. Back to the basics, I'm that #@$%!! on craigslist that looks like a rapist. Wait, why am I on craigslist? Oh yeah, to buy a llama that will be my new mama. Mama, llama, mama, llama, llama, llama, mama, llama, hold up! Wait a minute. Llama, llama, shining, shining, looking like a diamond, diamond. Llama, llama, shining, shining, looking like a diamond, diamond. Llama, llama, shining, shining, looking like a diamond, diamond. Llama, llama, shining, shining, looking like a diamond, diamond.

Hello I am dylan

Nothing will come of nothing, speak again. No, I will be the pattern of all patience. i will say nothing. Only speak what I feel, not what i ought to say. No more, this text is foolish. unhappy that I am I cannot heave my heart into my mouth.

I don't have anybody at my side

rrf

write a thank you note to someone who sent you eggplant and pickle flavored lolipops

You are our witness to the world.

if music be the food of love, play on

I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house: Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse, But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared, And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared. My excitement, I found hard to keep at bay, As, a hot air balloon, you don't see every day. A passenger balloon floating through the air, For me, is so special, as the sight is so rare. The sight of the balloon, filled me with delight, And I stood watching it, until it flew out of sight. My eyes were stuck to the balloon, just like glue, As it floated across a sky of cornflower blue. I wonder what it's like to float through the sky, Watching the world down below gliding on by. I've always wanted to ride in a hot air balloon: I hope I will one day, and I hope that it's soon.

Child is born with an imagination so strong it leaks into reality.

Write in the POV of your enemy

Creeks all run to the river Thou wast anything with me She sells sea shells on the sea shore However wise the doctrine She was a little tense The notice made no sense Nor moon, nor stars were out Loving friend, the gift of one Life is a rollercoaster The tide is full Not the sharpest knife in the drawer

I am most proud of getting successful in the area of computer science

She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights tryin to get sunk in this brine Don't turn on ya water-works 'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?! Insects suicide against the window, and my heart goes out to those lil flies There's a buzzin in my ear but it's more of her black-mail, ham shakespeare + lies Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not. O o o o oh she loves me not!! Lord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven ya git solitude and ya mix with sanctuary and silence, then bake it! Listen, I plead guilty to misanthropy so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!! Witness her gate-crash my tiny hell with some obscene tête-à-tête, If ya wanna talk to me about Love'n'Pain consult my ulcer, it'd be happy to co-operate Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not Uh hey, Joe! Another outa do the job. Time to drown our lil fire, ya can keep the ashes, Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye! Ah will be one, in need of no-one In this, my deepest dive... Fill'er up, Joe... Hey! Ah am obliged! Ah am olbiged! Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not Wings off Flies etc... ad infinitum Welcome the solitary flyer ya see it land on the rim of my glass it's going around and around and around look I just don't have the heart to hurt a fly I grabbed it in my paw snatched it up and then I held it to my ear could hear it scream could hear it scream and scream and scream till it screamed not... Hey Joe, ya know anything about this scream?

Myra, wakes up in a sea of dead rose petals. In her hand, there was a note giving her instructions.

We fight, Till the last man, We fight, Till the last mag, We fight, Till the last bullet, We fight, Till the last breath, We fight, Till the last death. They fought, For every right, They fought, For every free night, They fought, For every free day, They fought, For every man, to have free ideas and make there own plan. We will, Remember those who died that day, We will, Remember the mothers that cried that day, We will, Never let there sacrifice be in vain, We shall, Remember this day.

I JIGGED

Even heroes are humans. They may try to change the world, but they are not gods.

The tiem period I wouyld most like to live in, is the old English Era. it would be a time of pie4ce, and ancient things were people had equality between others. Or the older retro period with actual cord phones. When I walk into a sprint store, I wonder what it would've been like to walk into an older sprint store back then, and see only one cordless phone. This isn;t my exact favorit e writing prompt, but when I watch certain shows, these exact thoughts come to miind. If you think, then write something, amazihg things will surface.

Write a short scene set at a lake

write about two girls who used to best fiends! one girl named kalee, she is the kind of girl who never gets in trouble and hates drama. the other girl named Taylor. who is pretty much queen of drama, a MAJOR BRAT!!! tell the readers exactly what happened during their huge fight

She looked back, and saw the eyes of the devil gleaming right back at her.

The bottom of this has gone to #@$%!!

It was a nice idea that got messed up by humans. Write a story in which something beautiful is destroyed by people.

A story with the same fate as this messed up post.

Write the beginning of a short story, where a young explorer/adventurer camps out for a night in a forest clearing, by which the clearing later turns out to be part of an old magical civilisation.

i sing a beautiful song

"He's always been there for me..." she whispered. "Then where is he now?" came the sinister reply

Edward Estlin Cummings, popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays

acrostic poems

best food

Nostalgia Salt & Pepper Positive Miss Love Ramailo Beard & glasses Iced tea Thread Mess in my head Street Mix media Now or never Illustrate Friends

from gory to glory one letter away L train arrives at last...

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iwoehrowheroiweg

Start with the words "The last time I saw my father..."

move still and softley to the rivers edge the water speaks to me with a sweet vioce i slip in gracfully to its song of silence still beckond back by the firelight to quell the mid summers eve and tred lightly to the edge of night as birds in flight are singing with wispers in the night by,song bird

11. Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking.

i think about her

i cry in the rain

He slipped over the wet slippery ground again.

story

Astral house

What do you think people's first impression of you is? They probably see a girl in an electric chair with a curled up arm and thin tiny legs because they have hardly been used,she leans to one side a lot is very hunched over and twitches like a nearly dead rat. After they make a list of my problems they might notice my green doe-eyes and messy thick brown hair and that I smile a lot. For a disabled girl they might say she's pretty

urging heist horrible

Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too

I do not know what preserverance is

I it wasn't supposed to end this way. Or is it starting?

monsters

alien

I have a mind. I have a heart. I have thoughts. I have feelings. I have insecurities. I have been hurt. I have sadness. I have hurt people. I have made people sad. I have apologies to make.

Horror

( Write an Epitaph: Write the tombstone inscription for your own grave or for a famous person living or dead. ) HE TRIED

she stared at him with a demonic glaze as he justified for his habits of socializing with her.

Light

What is the definition of life? If it means for something to be alive, we may never find out before the end of our time.

i got one thousand dollar in my pocket

I fear the unknown, I fear what's known, I fear the truth, I fear the lies, I fear what I will come to know, I fear despair, I fear my loved one feeling pain, I fear what's hidden, I fear what's exposed, I fear fear.

drink milk supple breast mohammed drinks

One time, last year, i was casually sitting on the couch watching this random comedy central guy, and at this time my dog was only 6 months old. So i was sitting there, and my dog has my english homework in his mouth, it was like it was in slow motion, me diving toward him, and his teeth ripping the paper in half, he then repeatedly gnawed at the paper, while we were running around the house like a bunch of maniacs,I will never look at my dog the same again.

I hope

He silently stood up and went straight to the exit

Describe a time someone hurt your feelings: It's when she said that our time has come to an end that I realized it was all for nothing. Hearing the words coming out of her mouth felt like knives stabbing me in the heart. On my knees all I prayed for was for time to froze and my feelings to shut down, every part of my body begging for her to take it back and hold on to me..

kenya

don't really know i guess

my greatest fear is when i get into a car every time i go somewhere because you don't know what is going to happen, you might get into a bad car accident you just don't know what is going to happen... you can't predict the future! another one of my fears is what is going to happen in the future, like when i graduate from high school... i know i want to go to collage and all that... i want to be a famous singer when i get older! if singing don't work out im going to be a nurse or something in the medical department.

i care about my family the most. even tho there is a lot of arguing and all of that stuff going on i can't not just forget about my family and forget that they were there! another thing i care about is my grades in school, because i want to graduate high school and go to college and do awesome in life... i care about a lot of things in life... another thing i care about is books... omgosh i love books so much, there are so many good books out in the world... this summer i have read over 35 books im pretty sure of it... i love reading the YA books it stands for ''young adult''...

music

I don't like...

Billy Mays Nipples

im interested in WTF-O- version

I look away from people I see. I look away from people who see me. I look away from the birds and the bees. I look away from the flowers and the trees. I look away from the girl that walks by. I look away from the girl that says hi. I look away from the door when I walk through. I look away from everyone including you. I look away from things that fright. I look away from things that excite. I look away from me with all of my might.

i love to swim in summer and sleep in the day. haray haray like i alwase say. its fun to sleep and fun to play. i swim in the summer and i sleep in the day.i eat in the snow and i play in the day. its fun to snow and fun to play. i eat in the snow and i play in the day.

Those who trust in the Lord Are like Mount Zion, Which cannot be moved, but abides forever.

An historical figure from 200-800 years ago appears to you in a dream. He tells you that he intends to return to The Land of the Living in modern times. Talk him out of it.

what do you want to be when you grow up

vampire

football is the best sport ever in man kind.

she was at the lake, hugging a tree

Sport

Describe the first moments in which a humanoid robot becomes sentient, from the robots view.

White shirt on the chair right next to me

Make a list f how you feel when it rains

My future baby...

7 Confessions

Looking up, I see..

Write about a what it would be like living a life opposite of the one you have now.

I would swim

You wake up one morning and find that you aren't in your bed, not even in your house. Your in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging: "You have 1 hour, don't touch the walls."

Jeff was fighting with Jessica about his former girlfriend. They are at a lake with trees nearby. Jeff was tempted to kill Jessica. In his mind were the words kill her!!!!Kill her!!!! Hades was controlling him because he needed another soul

I hate London when it's not raining

Choose your favorite historical figure and imagine if he/she had been led to greatness by the promptings of an invisible imp living behind his or her right ear. Write a story from the point of view of this creature. Where did it come from? What are its goals? Use research to make your story as accurate as possible.

I wish I could live without my parent. They bored me out.It time for me to move out. My freedom will always be good

Football you do on the grass But it can also on artificial grass Winning is done with a team lose but you also do with a team Scoring is done a in a goal Goalkeeping is also done in a goal Football you do on the pitch To watch the game

spiders

being different

Acne is dangerous

hoi

piemels

the pearl

You're going to lose your job unless you...

Firday October 26th I have survived so far. Most of my friends are zombies now. Surviving is a game and I;m going to win it.

Venom

I dream too much

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Myself

Her Him Desert Sand Nothingness Hope

Stranger Sand Desert Nothingness Despair Hope Darkness Life

I am most curious about the word curious

Tardigrades (also known as water bears or moss piglets)[2][3][4] are water-dwelling, segmented micro-animals, with eight legs.[2] They were first discovered by the German pastor Johann August Ephraim Goeze in 1773. The name Tardigrada (meaning "slow stepper") was given three years later by the Italian biologist Lazzaro Spallanzani.[5] The phylum has been sighted from mountaintops to the deep sea, from tropical rain forests to the Antarctic[6] Tardigrades can survive in extreme environments. For example, they can withstand temperatures from just above absolute zero to well above the boiling point of water (100 °C), pressures about six times greater than those found in the deepest ocean trenches, ionizing radiation at doses hundreds of times higher than the lethal dose for a human, and the vacuum of outer space.[7] They can go without food or water for more than 10 years, drying out to the point where they are 3% or less water, only to rehydrate, forage, and reproduce.

I have an intellectual and intellect talk...

Shows unity when it's actually needed and doesn't show when someone does something wrong

I am amused by the music people make everyday. Even when they don't know it... the music we make when we open our mouths to speak, open our eyes to see, and open our ears to hear. I am amused by the styles people make as the music comes flowing out of them. I dance to it, I sing to it, I even make passionate love to the music of the opposite sex. I get a sudden sensation by it... I hear it when others stop listening when they turn the radio off. The music keeps playing in my head. I get a high off it... my own personal drug that no one can ever understand or handle... I am amused by what some might call the devil's music, but what is it exactly? Is it hip hop? Punk Rock? No... it is the voices inside my head and the energy that I feel when I am around people. We are the devil's music in the land that was created by God...

Write a scene where everyone dies one by one but it is later revealed that it was just a dream.

I'm gonna take a walk with a monkey man

baby

a grey sky, a cool breeze, beautiful yet alone.

The moment you meet your true love was 5 minutes away from the time you'll also know when you'll be dying - in 3 months time.

The days was like any other, the only difference was that she had been ailing for a month or two and bed ridden in the country's main referral hospital. She was my mother, the most important person in life. She had a terminal disease; cancer of the bladder and I had all the hopes she would get through it. The previous week, I had visited her in the hospital and although she could not speak, I could tell she had recognized me after I called her out by the name we used to call her "mom". Her face kind of lit up as she recognized my voice but she only nodded and marbled a few words. I talked to a few hospital nurses about her condition and from the look of their faces there was little chance to live. I left the hospital rather worried but did not give up on my mother. The following day, I took a plane and flew to my workplace some 1000 kilometers from the city hospital. For about a week, I received daily updates of her condition from my relatives and family doctor. But one morning at around 0630 hours, I received not a very usual call. It was from my brother-law. He had volunteered to be visiting the hospital every day early in the morning to check on her. But on this particular day, she was not at her bed. He gathered some courage and called me to deliver the sad news. The latter hit me like a ton of bricks. I had lost my mother, the closest person to me who raised, educated and prayed for me until I had my own family. I thought I was strong but the thought of losing her made me weak, disoriented and distraught. This remains my worst day to date.

having a bad day

testing a new project

Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too.

Describe the most wanted mobile application ever created

It comes to me upon the strings When I hear it when I sing I can't say it's my creations Staying patient what it brings?? Let me say I'm coming humble I don't know what's right or wrong I just keep keep on believing Passing down an old old song An old song What everybody's got that chapter Of dark and darker days Saturn seems to be returning And his essence can't be tamed Some may light to fight it Try to plan a secret attack But the more you push it The more it's pushing you back So You can't rush your healing Darkness has its teachings Love? is never leaving You can't rush your healing Your healing

With sand buckets and green plastic shovels the children walked along side with their older cousin. Chippering blissfully. Shorts exposing their scraped knees with the sun blazing at their neck and the tall green grass itching their legs. A perfect day for the children, blissfully unaware of the horrors that echoed through the world, for them, there was only the present. Their world was made of scraped knees, soccer games and playing in beach. Creating sand castles and exploring the bottom of the ocean for shiny rocks. The older cousin smiled, reminisced of his young years at the same beach, with the same toys. The children looked to their cousin, their role model, confused on why he had fallen down to the ground, his phone in one hand, his eyes in the other. His bare knees pressing to the ground, his tears running a long side his cheek, hitting the sand turning it dark. They looked at him, and the dark clouds forming above his head. Yet still the sun blazed at his neck. Lost in an ambiguous world trying to make sense, of how an lost soul could loose ground of the real world and the unfairness that it brings. The reminiscing of scraped knees and sunburned necks was corrupted with dark clouds, and wet sand.

you are walking along a road and suddenly you fall into a hole and you end up in a cartoon world. which cartoon????

Nothing

Take a banana.

ite a story that begins with a man throwing handfuls of $100 bills from a speeding car, and ends with a young girl urinating into a tin bucket. 8. A husband and wife are meeting in a restaurant to finalize the terms of their impending divorce. Write the scene from the point of view of a busboy snorting cocaine in the restroom. 9. Think of the most important se

eye

I don't have one

Zero is where we come from ‘Tis where we dissolve into Eyes close and sperms go Mirrors lie, time's a foe Life becomes a chaotic palette of colours Only in darkness, we can see the stars Who am I? Why am I here? Love is not a crime, call me queer Zero gives us value, The meaning to our lives Near the realm of the deepest blue Our true courage thrives Take a chance, let love in You only live once, be bare, be seen Live for others and do something new For zero marches on The rest die with you.

It is your first time going beyond the gate.

Smoke weed like a chimney

Dear my love, I was stunned when I see you crying at there. Now day by day,month by moth,year by year has passed. I see you keep forgetting me. I can fell in your world like I am no even exist. But to me you are everything. One day, you said to me 'excuse me' I was stunned and I cannot do anything but letting you passed by. The n I open up my facebook and make a survey about someone you like. After that the facebook apps post everything about it and some of my classmates discover it and they were like OMG!. There we go again. I was stunned. I saw those comments and delete that post immediately. Next day I came to school and act like nothing happen. I saw you walk past by my class you stared at me while walking. I cannot think anything but shame. Now I'm trying to forgert about you and I can't get over it. Oh when can I see you again

I look away from my wife. I look away from my dog. I look away from the town. I look away from this tree. I look away from this Inertialsystem. I look away from my vector space.

I saw her in a red short dress, it was a summer day.

write about your nose

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

One day a certain chemist who is sick and tired of teaching chemistry in a high school where nobody in the class ever pays attention to his class, and his job at a car wash where he usually runs into some of his students from the high school watches news on TV where some meth dealers are caught by the local cops and their fortunes were laid bare on the screen of the TV from which he gets the idea to create meth with his chemistry knowledge and a certain drug dealer who were his former high school student in order to find money to support his pregnant wife and a handicapped son, which then leads him to ultimately lose his family, social reputation, job, friends, relatives as well as his business partners and eventually his doom. Drug is bad.

AJ • Slowly please Rich. *Following, then watches as he meticulously double knots his apron* DC - ‘I would consider my art sessions to be therapeutic for most of the participants, although I cannot be entirely sure as many of them do not communicate verbally to me'. RA - *pulls at the locked cupboard door* Glue, glue, glue AJ • Take a seat please, I'll sort it. RA - *Takes a seat* Glue please Amy! Glue please Amy! Glue please Amy

I dream of a land without stereotypes, a land free of generalization, of people thinking that being #@$%!!sexual is weird, something that shouldn't be accepted by society. But no. That has to change. As society gets more and more advanced, as we take the next step into the new frontiers, we must first, abolish the knots and ties that bound our society to the ground.

My favorite thing about being human, is being able to create in so many different ways. In the form of a drawing, a simple code that creates a website, architecture and a lot more. I also like that we have thumbs, internet, USB fridges and good food.

What scares me more than anything, would be people. People do awful things, ways to make you feel horrible. They use you, manipulate you, hurt you. People are greedy, they just want your money and power. Yet, people are what I love, what makes me feel safe. Those who built these walls around where I sleep, those who inform you about how rarely something ever happens. People sure are scary, but really comforting.

it is winter and er is many snow

fiction, realistic fiction, family, romantic comedy,

Write the story from your favorite video game in a first person view

Write a overreaction of people to something that you did (make it something that you normaly do) that leads to apocalipse! (Mark let the seat up and now the world is ending)

I can fly when...

I once saw .... and I felt .... than..... and than.... but I failed and cause of that...... and..... than..... but I ..... and..... and everything was back to normal

Write about how you could draw the face of a lion.

My greatest struggle was trying to be alive after taking sick #@$%!! after eating way too much spicy food.

i feel affection for the my beloved

dog, cat,

combing my hair in front of the mirror

And it all ended in tears.

he?

'Hai, how are you?' asked Jain. 'I'm fine. How about you?' replied John.

humility in beauty

Your character sees someone dear die, how does your character react?

There was a tree a lake and some birds. There even was wild dogs and cats

My favorit prompt is Wiliam Shacspiar.

1.Flowers are not a symbol of friendship here, you're still feel something don't you?

A sliver of Hope

I love world's food.

4. Write a story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon.

We are strong enough to calm our strength when most needed.

No one is immune

Imagine that your head is a pastry. Briefly explain what the filling would be.

Your character wakes up, not in there bed. where are they? why? how?

Describe ways in which your character does or doesn't show self-reliance.

I told you not to see her ever again. oh, and what do you do? You take her to the movie. It wasn't my fault. i was just being polite.

I am content when the content of my own being does no longer contract the very contrast of life itself

I am amused by no more than man himself. The dark, the blue the hot or the down.

Euphoria is an illusion. Euphhoria is the strive for euphoria. Euphoria strives for the strive. Euphoria. Euphoria by context, by love, by anguish. Euphoria

You can stand do many things other creatures cannot do

Why do certain birds suddenly leave their winter territory -- sometimes in the middle of winter? The more familiar, "seasonal" migration is triggered by changes in day length, and birds tend to fly south in winter. But what sparks this "facultative" migration, with its dense "irruptions" of hungry birds that often fly hundreds of kilometers in various directions? During an irruption, the pine siskin may abandon its wintering turf in Canada and fly south, east or west across Canada's vast boreal forest. Siskins in the Appalachian Mountains may fly northeast or southwest, paralleling the mountain range. "This happens, in some cases, every other year, or every few years," says Benjamin Zuckerberg, an assistant professor of wildlife ecology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. "In the 'superflight' years, you get multiple species irrupting out of the boreal forest and showing up at feeders, in really large numbers." Reading hunger Hunger is a clue to these migrations, and the pine tree's cycles of fruit production -- called "masting" -- explains that hunger. In a "mast" year, the trees produce a heavy crop of seeds and the birds reproduce well; in lean years, the crop may be nearly nil, and the birds must leave or starve.

Illness, Sadness, fear.

A pipe

Rain

write in the perspective of the villan of the story

I am most curious about death

the stock market economy its a dog eat dog world where the big boys play Chris changes his way he doesn't want to be the top dog he wants to help those in need he starts misplacing bread feeding the needy a modern day robin hood things were going good 13 pals at the dinner table his best friend Jude is a little jumpy the cops bust in Christopher Shepard your under arrest for embezzlement

Sometime in the near future the world will be controlled by one man...

1. Sadness is waiting until the last minute to do your assignments. 2. Sadness is being rejected by a girl you love. 3. Sadness is not having a thankful Thanksgiving. 4. Sadness is not knowing what to do in a class activity. 5. Sadness is knowing you should be doing your homework right now, but instead you are writing 10 lines, each starting with the words, Sadness is... 6. Sadness is having little willpower. 7. Sadness is not having accomplished your dreams. 8. Sadness is knowing that all the money you spend is mostly on food. 9. Sadness is the fact that I am a bully online. 10. Sadness knowing that my masturbating addition is deteriorating my life.

1. I am eager for this semester to be over. 2. I am eager to study abroad this summer in Orvieto, Italy. 3. I am eager to start winter break. 4. I am eager

I woke up.

Describe ways in which your character does or doesn't show loyalty.

Gilgamesh the king of uruk Enkidu the Wildman and friend of Gilgamesh Humbaba the demon ogre guardian Utnapishtim survived the great flood Urshanabi the ferryman

describe your perfect day

Bird Bird singing Bird love to hear your voice Everyone dancing because of singing bird

The Auxilia (Latin, lit. "helps") constituted the standing non-citizen corps of the Imperial Roman army during the Principate era (30 BC 284 AD), alongside the citizen legions. By the 2nd century, the Auxilia contained the same number of infantry as the legions and in addition provided almost all of the Roman army's cavalry and more specialised troops (especially light cavalry and archers). The auxilia thus represented three-fifths of Rome's regular land forces at that time. Like their legionary counterparts, auxiliary recruits were mostly volunteers, not conscripts.

Write a scene where you meet a great historical figure and describe their life but through the means of seeing their future as you have a conversation.

Write 10 lines, each starting with the words, Do you...

die mystic reality shaman

I hear the alarm clock go off. I hear bus. I hear my mom telling me to get to the bus. I hear the bus driver telling at me to run. I hear the bus start moving (I got inside already) I hear the bell in the halls of my school ring from inside my class room. I hear the teacher start calling about the subject he is teaching today. I hear the crowds of people trying to get out of their class rooms, at the end of school school. I hear the bus start moving so I tell the bus driver to wait, he does and I get on. I hear the brakes of the bus stop I front of my house, I get and start walking to it.

1. The world.

write about the bacteria and all the other microorganims living inside your gut, think about the world and how they dont even know that they are actually inside another creature, essentially you, and actually live in an ever expanding universe, and how neglegiably small they are and kind of relate this thing to our pathetic human life.

write about how guys would react if they got their periods instead of women

write about how our parents are more addicted to all this amazing technology , more than us.And about the amazing time when parents where in this oblivion bubble where they considerd technology to be a piece of crap.

write about thinking to post writing prompts

write about how addictive youtube is, and its a bigger drug than caffeine ,and what an amazing place it is.

write about your youtube crush/crushes and why they are so and whats amazing about them. Dont leave out the part where your getting married to them and describe your wedding in detail...and the rest like....

write about hoping that your writing apperas on the random writing prompts generator

the man and woman were arguing

We used to have a dinky little plastic display of fake flowers that either made up of or featured the fibre optic stuff that would light up at the end and the light would change colour. Real nice colors. After a number of years I realized it was a music box and you could wind it up at the bottom. The song it played I enjoyed immensely. Wish I can remember what song it played.

Draw someone you hate

A former veteran in his 70s is called to go to war even though he is old.

in this tutorial you will learn how to create a matte paining

At the bedside again with her back towards him and her head down, he understood the heaviness and change in air in the room. as he goes to extend the hand in both reassurance and physical need for her, she stands up with urgency and disgust. she throws the letter onto the bed and points down at it then aligns her finger to his face. between the screams and tears he cant hear her, he cant see her. not for what she is in this moment. his gestures are one of concealment but she has no need for it, he tries to reason but she wont have it. all thats left is for him to sit down with his back towards her with his head down.

Write 3 paragraphs as each main character. What do they want? What do they fear? Whom do they like? Whom do they dislike? Where have they been? What made them suffer? What have they learned? What rules do they live by?

write about your favorite thing about yourself

I will be, the very best i will be, like no one ever was i will catch them (it's my real test) i will train them (it's my cause) i will travel across the land i will search far and wide i will teach pokemon to understand (the power that's inside) POKEMON i will catch them all! i will (with my courage) follow through i will teach them (as they teach me) POKEMON!

bike sharing

fae

Write a scene involving teenagers sneaking out, and running away together

Thoughts in my mind

I hit play and watched myself in the recording. But what I remembered isn't what I saw.

I taste a melon that is very sweet.

coal black eyes sit and watch a bush of yellow and sees it blow gently in the wind. she does show sportsmanship by saying congratulations to the other team and tells her team they did great I know about cats, not that much about hats I like kangaroos what about you The people is falling from the sky.And the animals can talk to the people. As young girl I was abused my own flesh and blood. My mother once emotionally and physically abused in a number of ways. As I matured towards my teens, the abusing stopped. I fell into depression and began self harming. The danger increased to 3 suicide attempts. I was diagnosed Bipolar Disorder 1 by the age of 14. During highschool my depression fell deeper than ever and caused me to commit suicide. My mother took me to the hospital where I was admitted for about a month. Now a junior in highschool I still struggle with depression but have since made new friends. I am currently aiming for a major in forensic sciences and travelling.

Write from your anxiety

Americans love smoking.

Describe ways in which your character does or doesn't show determination.

I like mysterious ones like ones that hook you into reading more and like have that interest in them

in the midst of the foggy land with rumbling sounds of mother eath layed the frightened isabelle with no hope of going back. she had a green light crossing its monovalent rays through dense fog to ultimately enter her eyes, thus guiding her way to a strange place, the place from which that mysterious light came !

mystic

"Orchestra is love, Orchestra is life." she said.

They've been friends for years.

She stared the famous killer.

I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING A FAMILY I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING A HOUSE I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING A DOG I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING FRIENDS I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING A EDUCATION I AM MOST PROUD OF HAVING FOOD

I cry to express myself. I cry to release my sadness. I cry to make everyone feel happy. I cry to make myself happy. I cry because if makes me happy. I cry to put on a show for others. I cry because of my family. I cry so much I create rivers. I cry to make myself feel better. I cry to destroy myself. They call me Cry Baby.

when the rain is drop and gets all flood all you need is movies and food

the lake was there sitting with birds and stuff, then the screams come into play. the birds leave and the trees fall, and your left with spiders crawling all over your face. she wakes up breathing as if she was strangled.

There was a girl named Debra and she once had a horse named Eric is the best. One day she went to a party and encountered a man. She fell in love with him instantly. they went out with each other for !0 years. She still had her horse, but one special day he asked her to marry her, she said yes. He asked her to go to Europe and live with him, she said yes, but was sad because she was leaving Eric is the best. for the last time she went to the beach with Eric is The best. She tripped over stick and fell on the sand. Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon.

i like turtles i have legs and a nose

Write 10 lines, each starting with the words, I fear...

Make a list of everything that makes you sad right now.

one new years i was in tracy and i spent the day with my family but who ever knew that was gonna be the last time i see them in years counting..

Write.

Sun was shining, birds were singing, but they were the only good she could see...

The house of henderson has never been this disorderly. Words had left blood stains on the walls, and none of it could be taken back, because all of it was intentional. Trust had been replaced with doubt, with scars left to prove it.

The sky felt like a mirror of Casey's current emotional condition: blood red, cloudy, and gently fading away.

Every time a draft whistled through the hall and shook the bedroom's rickety door, they were reminded of the terrifying fact that there wasn't much time left.

The result is a show that examines cultural sovereignty through black radical performance and image-making from Aboriginal Australia, the United States and the Netherlands. It features Bell's long-time collaborator Emory Douglas (former Minister for Culture of the Black Panther Party), as well as a local team of artists brought forward by Aruna Vermeulen, director of the HipHopHuis, including painter Brian Elstak, designer Farida Sedoc (HOSSELAER), and dancers 020 Crew.

Fairness is respect. Fairness is kindness. Fairness is equal. Fairness is power. Fairness is love. Fairness is me. Fairness is you. Fairness is everybody. Fairness is nobody. Fairness is a right for everyone.

It is the color of her eyes looking back at you when you first wake up in the morning. It is the color of the sky everyday when you are with her. It is the color of the waves crashing against the shore when you got down on one knee. The next day when you get a call saying there has been an accident and you must, “come right away”, it is the color of your cold, shaking hands. As you arrive to the hospital to see her lying still, it is now the color of her skin. When you go home to make the call to her mother, it is the color of your tears. It is the color of the ocean while you stroll by in a trance of remembrance, only much darker now it seems. You make your way to the record store only to hear her favorite song playing, it is the color of your heart. The color remains everyday cold and sad until you see it once again in her eyes. Your first night out in months, it is the color of her dress you spotted across the room. It is the color that rises to your cheeks as you observe the snug and revealing fabric hugging her body. It is the color coating her nails as she motions for you to join her, curling her fingers in your direction. It is the color of her lips as she mouths the words, “come here,” to you ever so slowly. When she writes her number on a napkin it is the color that stains it. It is the feeling you have, the one you never thought you'd feel again and restores the color of your heart. It is the color that lights up your face when you discover her lips have stained more than one cheek last night and every other night before. It is the color of your voice as you shout in hot, fury. It is the color that rises to your fingertips after you crash your car, drunk and angry. It is the color of the flashing lights that appear on the street as the sirens grow louder yet your vision grows dimmer. It is the color of her vision when she gets a call from the hospital, “How could he be so stupid!?” It is the color of fear and anger mixed into one on the drive to your hospital bed. It is the color of the morning as she presses her lips to his shoulder. The color of his smile in his half conscious daze. It's the color she cracks into a frying pan while the smell of freshly brewed coffee leurs him the bedroom. It's painted over the sound of her voice when she sings her love song in the shower. It flows gracefully on to her hair as she steps into the light to kiss him for a short and sweet, “see you later,” but never in a million years goodbye. It is the color of her face, brighter than ever to come home to find velvet rose petals draped across the floor. It is the color of his embrace and of her relief. When he presses his hands to her back in welcome it is the color of her warm skin. It is the color of the aroma of the petals that still litter the floor while she lays calm in his arms and the lull of the radio fights with the sound of thunder. It's the color of her nausea while she replays all the awful things you said over and over. It is the color that littered her skin when she saw you with that other girl in school. As she sprints to her car in a desperate attempt to forget your face it is the color of her footsteps. It is the color of the pill bottle she grabs from her mother's medicine cabinet, while she questions why she wasn't good enough for you. It's the color of her pen ink as she writes a note filled with kisses good bye and, “I'm sorry's.” It is your favorite color. Unfortunately it is the color of that other girl's eyes and will be forever burned onto her eyelids. It is the color of the vines wrapping around the tree at the head of her grave. It is the color underneath your shoes as you tell everyone how, “you'll always love her.” Then it became the color of the other girl's face. It is the color feeding the end of your cigarette, a dull glow as you inhale every so often. It is the color of a blur out your side window while you're stuck at fifty five miles per hour on a narrowed highway. It's the color of every goddamn street light sending a glare through your smudged windshield from the brisk night air. As you spark another cigarette, it is the color of the low flame you've captured in your fist. It is not the color of home. It is the the color of your breath as you ache for something to eat. It is the taste of the toxins coating your tongue and lungs but it only makes you crave more. It is the color of the gas light silently blinking at you in your car, almost mockingly. Before the next morning, it becomes the color of your outfit for tonight and everynight until you're 34 years old. It is not the color of home. It is the color of her ego as she struts around the school like a queen. It's the color of the sky as the world completes its transition from day to night. It is the color of her pumps that she will later abandon at the school dance. It is the color of all the condoms they didn't use at the after party. It's the color of her knees as she falls from hopping fences after the police came. Forgotten by her friends, it becomes the color of her lips as she stumbles on through the cold, night that she will not remember to regret. It is the color of her sobs when she is lost only wishing she still had her shoes. When she arrives home, it is the color of her bedroom walls spinning around her uncontrollably while her mother scolds her. This is the color that has stained the night and still stains her ego.

the boy are beautiful

Ilike to be a great surgeon to save life make a difference make mama proud of me

mohamed

About my interviewe

You and your recently engaged fiance (congratulations) are heading home after a long party at a friend's house. It's late at night, and the city streets on which you walk seem eerily quiet and empty. You want to get home as soon as possible, so you take a shortcut through an alley, a plan which you fiance isn't very keen about. As you make your way down the dark, damp alleyway, you hear footsteps behind you. You quicken your pace, your fiance gripping your forearm in fear, and you dare to look over your shoulder. A man has appeared at the entrance to the alley and is now stalking towards you. His hands are in his pocket, and you suspect that they aren't just there to keep from getting cold. You continue down the alley. Your fiance lets out a little gasp when a second man appears from behind a dumpster only a few feet in front of you, but you aren't as surprised. You finger the key ring in your pocket, your only weapon, and the man hefts a metal pipe. "Wallet and phone, you know the drill," the man's gravelly voice echoes throughout the alley. You turn to see that the other man has drawn a small flipknife. Write about what you do next.

Bottles breaking, a heart pounding ambiance and an extremely long face all sat in silence around the kitchen island. She couldn't help that she was hurt, she longed for him. She just wanted to be the only one in his life. She thought to herself, is that asking too much?

I hate writing prompts because...

i was and the car and my shoes playing basketball and like i do not now what to do like i got them so you can and my shoes

Down, down baby is a body of work dedicated to portraying the feralities of a group of young women. The work revolves around strong females who go against the grain in terms of beauty standards and codes of ethic set in place for women. There is something freeing about living your life in an un-kept manner.

In heaven, filled with angels you are my favorite , you visit me during the night in my dreams and tell me I should be the best i can.You make me know that everything will be okay in the end and make me know how loved I am. I miss you by my side but I'm aware that you are closer than i will ever know. Your time in this cruel place we call earth was no longer than 15 years but now you're in heaven watching down on our family.May you rest in peace my dearest brother.

Oranges

Love is unexplainable, it's butterflies attacking your stomach. thoughts running through your head. Feelings you can't describe in words. Love is having someone look at you and think to themselves “How did i get so lucky?”. “How was i so fortune to come across you, so blessed to have meet you when there are billions of people in this world but i found you.” To look at someone like you have just won the lottery, to feel like the luckiest person on the planet. Don't get me wrong love can come in four legs a tail and some fur,but love can also come in many ways. But my favorite type of love is one that involves two humans loving one another. Holding on to each other tight never letting go. Love is rare in this generation, if you have it hold on tight and never let go, It's not easy finding true love it's finding someone who's heart races every time they see you, whose palms sweat when coming near you. Who has you in their mind all the time, who will go to the end of the world with you. Love, love is like the wind you can't see it but you can feel it.

my hear hurts

why did you smile what do you hide i gave no cause for your distract admit you react

main two characters hate each other and then situations cause them to be around eachother; slowly they come to like and then love eachother. both characters are male.

A girl With large wings Crows mingling around her feet The pond of clear waters Her hair Eyes blank as sleet Cold wind The imagination The moon Pale glass eyes Sadness Depression Horror Blood Wounded Simple thinking Alice Aizen Goddess Tears Wept Lady of the nightmares Sunset Dawn Turning around Mysterious Coma Plagued with guilt Betrayal Denial Understanding Misunderstanding Frustration Screaming Yelling Shouting Moving backwards Sword Stabbing Pain Silence Staining Weather Laughing Hysterical Blade Baby doll Dripping Dirty blonde curls Home Stars She was her friend She had a friend Mirror image Pity Guilt Shuddering Wordlessly Insanity Uncomfortable Stepping backwards Fear Land Pond Dangerous Longing Devastating

A character whose physical appearance looks different to everyone they meet.

A husband and wife are meeting in a restaurant to finalize the terms of their impending divorce. Write the scene from the point of view of a busboy snorting cocaine in the restroom.

bill boards show death, they are pissing everyone's heart off, and makes them rethink how to avoid it, and cause its death

our night ends here fighting against the slightest fear we reached were no light has reached striving for the highest speed this circular buck of luminosity shines through the darkness covering me i welcome it my hands open and it welcomes me with sky

Question God's plan.

the black road charged with no light the absence of darkness imposed by the king of nothing

show the forensic accountant in fire stars looking down in hatred of the so-called devout man who rides the fence

Read

Heart been so cold that I don't feel at all Scarred up inside so I built all these walls Head rolling back, but I'm faking the rush Out every night and I'm lonely as #@$%!! I make my rules and my own plans I got no room for no man That's my way, that's my way Then I saw you in a dream right I wanna call you, a kind of feeling I can't name, I can't name It's strange But I don't need space from you And every single thing you do, I like I've been chased Maybe I just knew I had to wait for you Draw a knife and carve a little space for you It feels nice It's strange, but I don't need space from you And every single thing you do, I like Opened me up, I let down my defense Swore that I wouldn't go falling again I could be faded with somebody new Rather be sober at home just us two I make my rules, and my own plans I got no room for no man That's my way, that's my way Then I saw you in a dream right I wanna call you, I got a feel that I can't name, I can't name It's strange But I don't need space from you And every single thing you do, I like I've been chased Maybe I just knew I had to wait for you Draw a knife and carve a little space for you It feels nice I make my rules, and my own plans I got no room for no man That's my way, that's my way Then I saw you in a dream right I wanna call you, I kind of feel then I can't name, I can't name

I'm so deeply in anger

i play basketball every day when i play basketball you can't stop me when i shot a basketball i make it when someone gives me the basketball i score points when i play basketball i get 2 or 3 blocks when i play basketball with my friends we don't lose i'am a best in basketball and my friends know's it to when someone is beside,by,or behined my friends and they need some hlp i'll be right there to have there back when i pass the basketball to my friend's that has no one on them they make it af you have the basketball loock out i'am coming for you

spiders

english

the sound of peace and solitude created through the rolling movement of the gentle waves as they rolled onto the shore

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

santa

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Write about the point of view of a wedding bouquet.

my fauvorite character is vin diesel. he is a the protagonist of fast and furious. he is blind and vey strong but i think that he can also be a

Helle my name is Camilla Gedirli. And i am 11 years old. My favorite hobby is basketball. My favorite animal is UNICORN!!! Or rather dog/cat. My favorite hobby in school is writing and speaking english. I have three brothers and one dad and one mom. I LOVE going on trip whit or not the shcool. Good bye! Love from Camilla Gedirli!

shower every night

Boom the door burst open

Damascus

There was once an old women named elouise. elouise could travel trough time and she is the only one in the world known to do so. But elouise is getting old so she wants to teach someone how to travel thorugh time so it is still possible for future generations. she journeys through all walks of life to find the perfect person.

I don't care about having friends or not. Yes, friends are very important but sometimes it's good to be alone or not have any friends because people can judge you or make fun of you, maybe both. Sometimes grow up and be alone for the rest of my life I wopeople like to live alone and sometimes people want people to be in their lives. Me, I don't care. If I uld be totally fine with that, if I have to live with people in my life I'm also fine with that, either one wouldn't hurt me, as long as I'm happy, healthy and alive I will be okay. That's what I don't care about.

The most amazing experience Iv'e ever had was going to the first West Jr. High dance (my first dance). I don't remember what theme it was but it was so much fun with all my friends. Dancing with them, playing jokes on people (or pranks...), hanging out and having so much fun, and I am so excited that Throwback Thursday dance is coming up this Thursday (you get to dress up as the 80's etc.). I'm trying to beg my best friend to come with me but so far I'm having no such luck.....so, wish me good luck! Anyway, I have everything planned out (what I mean is my outfit, my money etc.) all I need is a date (optional, you don't have to have a date) and have my best friend come with me. So again, wish me good luck!!

it was a foggy night on may 13 1942. it hust happened to be on a friday.i died that day. my dead mother killed me when i was visiting her grave.

physical, emotional and political chains

In a world.....

the may important thing in my wife is to play the compuer game. Because I think it's a

I love pie

I like pie

you don't need to know how they are doing friendship is something i won't end though but this will be something i will ned

Never wants to see my side Never lifts a finger I ask for help -- and nothing happens They are selfish

You are a jedi that is traveling to a planet

marketing

She is innocent, She is fragile. A sort heart person With a cute smile.

I'm hit by a salt

Endings are hard...

reflexiona

Paper is papery red Like blood from your body <- Made this Rhyme Like the color of the devil's body Paper is money Big green paper Not like hard solid coins Paper can cut you Like a sharp sword Cut you like a <- I changed this one - Sword blade cutting arms Paper is trash Put your gum in the wrapper Leave trash in a paper bag Papers have new news About sports <- I changed this one - Basketball/ Limerick like basketball Paper is Ancient Sandpaper hurts It is hard as topaz It makes you bleed Poster paper is for projects Cut it and make things Or draw and play Paper makes origami It looks cool But it is very hard to make You can create <- I changed this one - Fire a fire Burn things down Also burn some people Make a hat or a fan when you are hot Burning and have <- I changed this one - Hat no water use paper to wipe your sweat It feels awkward but it cleans Paper towels used for hands Put cold water and put on your head for an ice pack Wash wet and dirty hands in a matter of seconds Paper sticks with glue Some papers are blue <- Made this Rhyme My paper airplane flew Online papers are simple Don't hurt your hands They don't use trees and harm environment

Because I love mayonese

Love

Largo construction reality

13. The man screams only to see blood dripping down his pants and his shirt. He finds a phone floating in the ocean and checks to see if it still works. It doesn't. Luckily a boat comes and the crew gets him all cleaned up and back to his home.

i don't write many in english ed I must study english for speak and to write, the diffucult for me is the speak and traslate

Sit at a table with pen and paper

Firstly,i hope to get out of my country to gain most worthy chances in my life by travelling or some schoolarships might be helpful. The most incridable scene when you try to reach the edge of progress is the falling from ahigh hell mountain describing in your head the fate that you put yourslf in.the lovely idea in falling is flying or surviving by entering a gloomy cool water in the Alb as we know .so progress and luxiry arenot easy,it need some wings or thinking by a propriot way before you reach the edge .i will depict that in simple imagination pics in your head . try to touch the electricity ! How come ? You touch the wire that is holding on the charges,so you can think by a slither way by following thoughts like you touch the wire so you already touch the charges but indirect way.this is the diffeculty of progress and easierf one at the same time 😊

Tall shops in the town Elevators up and done doors swinging round about people moving in and out.

I dislike Mom's sprouts.

pickels bananas jalipinoes under wear jeans blood hair

My dream home is a 5 bedroom and 5 bathroom in the rooms i want in Pirce Colordo that is my dream house

mama

mean jerks videogamers creators

My favorite dessert is mint choclate chip ice cream it is green and has choclate

My happy place is my treehouse

I fill clam when i take picture

snakes beatels bugs dawson

my dream house is in pierce on 501 5th street Andrew5158199

My favorite dessert is cheesecake because it has marsh mellows in it. It also has gram crackers. It also has cherries on it. I like how you can have as much toppings as you like. I also like how you can die the marsh mellows any color you would like. You can have as much cherries as you like.You can even have the whole jar of cherries if you'd like.

I wish i wash in the beautiful animals that will not hurt you if you don't hurt them.

My dream last night was when I got to a strange portal and I went to the movie called Goosebumps.First I went to bed from waching Goosebumps and I said Goosebumps was't real and then out of nowhere I went to the portal.R.L Stine told me to run and I bumped into Slappy and he went through the time portal with me and so did the monsters.They destroyed everything I grabbed the books one by one and sent the books with the monsters inside and I was a hero that day.It was a ausume dream.

I was in a zombie apocalypse and me and all the zombies had a dance party. Then I punched a zombie in the face and they all killed me

I would save my cat and lizard. I would because they are great pets to me. My cat I have had for about 9 mounts and my lizard I have had for about three years.If any other living thing was in there I would want to save it. I might save some of my books because i love to read and I read a lot. I have about 50 chapter books that I have read and I still have more. I might have saved some of my brothers thing because he has autism and he really likes some of his things like his I pad. I might save some of my mothers stuff and my some of my fathers stuff to keep that they love. I might grab a phone so I can run out and call 911.

I am shocked by how Donald Trump is in front of all the other politics to be the next president. Donald Trump is just mean and some people like him because he tells the truth but he's mean with the truth and uses it to beat others down and make him look better then everybody else. He also is too aggressive and gets all jerky and why he is so popular and everybody likes him is what shocks me the most because the guy just gets annoying to always think we have the worst politic to be running for president and is wining and he brags way to much when he has no bragging rights.

A event or a couple that make me happy are the Grealystampead, rodeos at the Grealystampead, and the carnival. At the Grealystampead there is fun rides and fun games to do. At the rodeo it is fun to watch.Last but not least the carnival the food is fun to enjoy.

Hunter L. 4/6/16 I'm Surprised By... I am surprised that some baseball started in January because it was still snowing. Most baseball wouldn't start yet, because most baseball fields are outdoors and some cold places would have snow inside. I play baseball and we practiced at dog park in Windsor, Co. We also started playing in January. I'm very surprised how early baseball starts.

The thing that WOULD make me happy is seeing my friends again!

T-Matthew in 1 and 2 A-mom P-to describe P-web I liked Matthew. But on time we broke because I do not talk to him. Than after that we got back together. Then i just stop dating him. This is the descrishin of dating Matthew

my charicter does vido games allday.

My favorite birds is a parit. they are budfil. and

In my dream I was in a place were all the animals could talk and like I was an owl and all the animals came to me for help because I was the wise owl of the forest.

T-balance A-mom P-to describe P-mlw These are ways I show and don't show balance.I fell I don't have not enoughf currige and i get scared to much. I have to much fear.

somebody tells a embarrasing secret

a big trampoline that you jump high on and the video game pokken tournament

someone calls me names and calls me dumb

tyellow amr. kucza pto discribe pmlw My favorite color is yellow. I love the color because it the color of the sun. My room is yellow. My mom says yellow is the color of pea. But I don't ker.

T.felt alone A.Rose P.opinion P.t-chart being alone is the worst.I Was Alone When i Was At My house.My Mom was at work.I was home alone.i love being alone.

watching videos that make me laugh until I cant breathe and video games

The thing that scares me more than anything in this world is the end of the world because i love this world i love my friends my family and everyone i ever known

i have never had some one tuche

I love swimming because it get me weet.

Black americans

When Sam turned around his smile dropped. Amanda quickly turned away and left. Tears streamed down her face. How could he do this to her?

Write a scene that includes the phrase "Save yourselves, there's too many idiots in the world"

The road is crooked now, i can't turn back...

"When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there"

A paranormal experience I once had was when I was about 12 years old and in the sixth grade. (Fourth grade teacher failed me -_-) I lived in these apartments with my mom and brother and sister. In those apartments my aunt also lived there with her two daughters. My cousins were older than us so when my mom went to work they would usually take care of us in the morning. one day and I don't remember exactly how but I got a doll. I believe that a fried of mine had given it to me. It was one of those baby dolls with the squishy head and hands and feet but like cloth body. This doll had blue opened eyes and they weren't the kind that closed. It wasn't dressed or had shoes or anything. I placed it over my dresser and continued to go on with my day. The next morning my cousins came over and woke us up early. Once I was ready for school my cousin saw my doll and said it looked scary. She sat on the other side of the room on the bed and stared at it for some time before gasping. "The doll just winked at me!", she cried. I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Really! It winked at me!" She ran out of my room. I obviously got scared and panicked and ran out. I threw the doll away that very day. The End.

cheerleading

I fear that I am alone I fear when I am alone things will happen I fear I do not know what to do in life anymore I fear that I will give up I fear no matter how much I try I will not be good enough I fear that I will just break down shattering into little pieces of glass I fear I will get caught up and just lose it I fear that nobody understands me I fear that I might lose the things I love the most I fear I will not make it

What you want to be when you grow up.

You are stranded on an elevator and have been told you will be there several hours. What are some things you will do to pass the time.?

names crash high jack planes terrorists twins tall buildings

Vietnam NEW York plane crash war bombing communist missile suside bombers ambush evil

once apon a t ime

one day along time ago

"I didn't mean to do that..." Finish the scene.

a girl with a bomb

Towers September Cries plain Building

A husband and wife are meeting in a restaurant to finalize the terms of their impending divorce. Write the scene from the point of view of a busboy snorting cocaine in the restroom.

Everything was blue,

Just do it

i was playing football when the bell rang

the way you just ate that salad. Maybe I wanted some, you don't know if I just so happen to love salad. Besides the fact that I may or may not eat my feelings, besides the fact that I may or may not weigh more than what America says I should weigh. I may even love salads, I may love the way ranch rolls down the side of its voluptuous counterpart with no intent of stopping like its got somewhere to be like-like it's make up sex, I may love the mountain of bacon bits I pile on before eating it, and maybe I love the crunch of iceberg lettuce as my teeth slowly grind up what use to be self-hate, self-loath, shame, regret, remorse and turned it into something called love and passion, self-love, body love, stretch mark...love

Write a chapter about a very odd couple consisting of two people who used to be enemies.

Of lakes, trees, birds and #@$%!! Carla was standing on the dock,underneath the cool shadows of some old willow tree she once tried to climb but then fell in. The lake was covered in floating leaves. In it, you could see reflections of birds flying in the grey sky. Carla looked up to the black skein, until she felt a single drop of a hot clammy substance on her shoulder.

i like to play baseball because i like having a blast. my favorite sport is baseball

my mom my dad

Does one accept an invitation or except it? If someone is left off of an invitation list, has she been excepted or accepted? What's the difference between these two terms, and how can we keep them straight? Accept means, most broadly, “to take or receive (something offered)” or “receive with approval or favor,” as in I accept this trophy. Except has a verb sense of “to exclude; leave out,” as in the phrase present company excepted. But it's also used as a preposition and a conjunction, as in the following examples, respectively: They were all there except me; Every inch of the facility was well fortified except here. The term is widely used in the phrase except for meaning “were it not for,” as in She would travel more except for lack of money.

A Need for Clarity The Restos du Cur are attentive to the good use of the funds provided by donors and public organisations. As an organisation essentially financed by donors and public funds and with its activities carried out by volunteers, its overheads are generally very low (around 8% of resources), and unnecessary expenses are eliminated. The invitations to tender enables getting the lowest prices. In this way, 90% of financial resources are devoted to activities. Conforming to the legislation, the accounts of the organisation are inspected by auditors. The occasional drift by some local groups were sanctioned and transmitted to the courts. Voted in 1988, the loi Coluche ("Coluche law") innovated by permitting small donors (the most numerous) to benefit from the same tax breaks as big donors. Its last amendment permits donors to get a tax break of 75% for a donation of up to €470. Above that, and within a limit of 20% of income, the tax break is of 66%. Each donor receives a tax form on whose back an accountant will have done all the necessary calculations for a tax break, and a document stating how the money given will be used by the Restos. The Restos du Cur have benefited financially from the help of the European Plan to Help the Neediest (Plan européen d'aide aux plus démunis; PEAD) since 1987. The organisation worries about the menace to stop the renewal of this fund.

Write exactly fifty words about the most important thing in your life.

Playing with the shadow

i arrived in shimkent on 26 april. First step was to undesthand

as vivid as the moment seems, memories fade... -Brea Boyer

loathes

Describe ways in which your character does or doesn't show tolerance.

a thing of beauty is joy for ever

brittle ship bones fields roam gaze air set amidst canvas mystery dancing sanity wings despair collide shades nightmares shuffling rainfall riverbed bundles scared valleys sewn pave horizons madness hollow-eyed

We were done.

i love pancakes

#7 Any thing for Eriana by: Alyssa Ross He was sweating, cursing and looking into his baby girls eyes. When the police piled up on him he had to get rid of it, no matter the cost. From the officers the perspective, all they could see is millions of dollars in $100 bills. At that moment, he quickly curved the corner slammed his left foot on the break and unstrapped his daughters car seat. He set her by the door and but the remanding money ($2500). He then sent a text with the address and directions. " 50264 Larred rd. She's in the back and there's money in her carseat, take good care of her that's my baby girl." 12 years later "What did he look like?" Eriana asked. "Long beard, deep green eyes, strong chin, and he had this natural mean-mug." Eriana chuckles. " Did he love me?" "Very much...almost too much." "There's never too much love, Danny" Danny's phone rings. "You have a collect call from, 'John Erika'. If you would like to talk to this person press 1-" Danny presses 1 "Hey bro! We were just talking about you. Ho-" "SHHH! No time to talk. You have to get her out of there, make her strong, tell her everything. She's ready.. I know it. Introduce her to her Aunt Cassie and go to my place, the top half is run down but the bottom is where the highlight is." Danny transfers to speaker, Eriana listens. "H-Hi Daddy." "Eriana? Oh baby how are you? Look I'm running out of time, but I'm gonna call in 2 days just for you.. I love you baby girl" "I love you too dadd-" Phone call ends. Eriana and Danny stare at eachother with a teary eyed smile. "lets go" Danny says "Where?" "You're going to meet someone." A long, silent, 2 hour drive led them to meet a woman Eriana has never met... For a reason. "Were here". Danny parks the car and opens her door. They slowly walk to the door and ring the bell. Cassie didn't respond quick enough so Danny just walked in. Cassie was drunk, peeing in a tin bucket. END OF PART ONE ***IMAGINE PART TWO YOURSELF... BE CREATIVE#@$%!!

So it's too difficult to write

AHA

she saw her photo on his phone and that was the start of the end.

i'm not patient so i fail all the time

Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and #@$%!!. Throw some birds in there, too.

Hitch a ride with happiness

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Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former

hi you can play today?

In what way, do you think, Your world would be turn upside-down?

shall i compare the to a summer's day thou art more lovely and more temperate

i love you

thats my favorite colour

An abused princess in a castle is offered to run away with a banished knight. He is big, intimidating and scary does she except or stay?

Fights the good fight.

Tell Myself About My Trip .Tell Myself About How I Love My Mom. Tell Myself About How I Love to write stories and pomes. Tell Myself How I Love to read and do math.

why should not watch tv

pencil,cutter,

"You've got awful breath and I can't see the pyrokinetic readings with your head in the way. Budge over, you muppet" I dream of the Arctic I dream at night I dream of being a musk ox I dream too much I dream in the day, too I dream different dreams I dream good and bad dreams I dream things I don't always remember I dream that my dreams come true I dream on Nuts Late October snow... If I were a superhero, I would be... The Hulk. Write a romance between the first object you see on your left and the first object you see on your right. You wake-up with the ability to fly. Describe your day. "Grandpa, where are you?" i screamed "In the kitchen!" he yelled back "Okay, Im coming. Lets play hide and seek!" i feel powerless when people make fun of me. i fell like theyre better than me and ill never compare. good thing i have amazing friends that are constantly keeping my head up! love democracy

clouds, sky, blue, sun, grass, flowers , bees

The best thing about my father is his childlike innocence. I have never seen so much of enthusiasm even in a child. Even though he has grown into man of sixty, he is still as curious as a six year old. The way he talks, his sense of humour, soft nature and the radiant smile are the few things I admire in him.

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ―

tuiting forms

The anamilals that scary me are spiders. Spiders are really orribles with theirs eight legs. They have an awful body, and sometimes have also many hairs.

The word

The spinning of eyelids, fractures sleep As the canvas of a caged masterpiece, drifts into the wind Slivers in the pockets of illusions, tormenting core of winters seed Footsteps knot the strings of kaleidoscopes Reincarnating the heartaches of before Silhouettes of moon stones jumbled on the wings of space Galaxies of meteorites entering the atmosphere interlocking fate

This site has great writing prompts, too: http://www.easystreetprompts.com I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions rea

Lucretia's story is thus not deemed a myth by most historians, but rather a historical legend about an early history that was already a major part of Roman folklore before it was first written about. The evidence points to the historical existence of a woman named Lucretia and a historical incident that played a critical part in the real downfall of a real monarchy. Many of the specific details, though, are debatable, and vary depending on the writer. Post-Roman uses of the legend typically became mythical in portrayal, being of artistic rather than historical merit. As the events of the story move rapidly, the date of the incident is probably the same year as the first of the fasti. Dionysius of Halicarnassus, a major source, sets this year "at the beginning of the sixty-eighth Olympiad ... Isagoras being the annual archon at Athens;"[1] that is, 508/507 BC (the ancient calendars split years over modern ones). Lucretia therefore died in 508 BC. The other historical sources tend to support this date, but the year is debatable within a range of about five years.

The whispers of weekends linger in the air The continuos typing, click, clack, click, click, clack Squeaking of a chair under an anxious fidgeter, knuckles cracking under pressure Inaudible music escaping its inhabitancy scratch, skrich, scrape, art students vigorously sketching Heavy breathing of an asthmatic, chimney smoking, femme fatal agitating tapping of overgrown nails silence, a deathly silence that threatens in my head An overpowering collection of sounds silences my thoughts, creating a barricade A single high pitched note breaks through the barricade panic arrises, sounds come crashing like the dawning waves, drowning me under pressure A pounding in my haven, my temple, my elysium iv'e been breached

Trampolining is my favourite sport because it makes me feel like I'm flying I feel I could soar into the sky like a bird. I love trampolining because of the feeling I get when I'm in the air the feeling of no gravity for the seconds of pure joy, the feeling when my feet lift off the sprigged mat into the air, the rush of adrenalin when doing a back.

I got my challenge in front of your clouds

my hair is washed and my legs are smooth, and I'm curled up in my nook watching my favourite TV shows

The streets light were a menacing red instead of its usual buttery yellow. I picked up my pace, stealing mini glances over my shoulder.

Write about your favorite color without naming it.

happy

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The most thrilling, exhilarating act or stunt you have ever pulled off

nuggets

Moister wells up in the reservoirs of my eyes Glazed, glossy and dark with sadness they are awaiting the spill of the inevitable tears Thinking of you always yields the same results and as the tears fall down my cheeks I reminisce about the times we shared; the good and the bad How I miss you so My heart still aches after all these years Nothing could have prepared me for losing you Sometimes the pain is too much for my poor heart to bear Then there are days when remembering you brings me great joy Sadly, Today is not one of those days. Today is a day that I've dreaded to come for I knew that I would be helpless against the painful memories that now flood my mind It was eight years ago today that my life changed forever Eight years ago to this very day that they took you away from me The police said that it was a robbery yet you committed no crime There was no gun on the scene Except that of the store owner There you lie on the cold concrete With your life's blood spilling from a wound in your back Robbery? Yes, it was robbery alright For when they stole your life They robbed me forever of all happiness They robbed me of my soul mate The one whom I was to spend the rest of my life with The father of my “would be” children My lifelong companion Yes, today is a very sad day for me, it's a re-accruing nightmare Today…….Is the Anniversary of your death

as the tears fell I thought of you

with a heart of gold

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Nothing. Except weed. And eye strain. And lack of proper nutrition. And my mojo is gone.

I like the type of writing prompts that ask you abouut experiences in your life

Being able to connect with god

Joy is when you get your parents to say yes for the guy you love Joy is when you hold your newborn in your arms Joy is when your baby tightens his grip around your finger Joy is when your baby takes his first step Joy is when he/she cries out 'mumma' for the first time Joy is when you see a father's reflection in his son Joy is when you do things together as a family Joy is in little and big accomplishments of your child Joy is in seeing him becoming independent while still holding on to you Joy is in soaking in the rain and washing away all your stress and worry of life

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i wonder lonely as a cloud

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Silence kills a lot of moment Which appear our existences Don't feel ashamed Let's start again.

Sadness is a deep hurt in your heart. Sadness is seeing the love of your life with someone else. Sadness is being alone at a party full of people. Sadness is what you feel when there is no one at your birthday party. Sadness is being made fun for a poem you worked so hard on. Sadness is being with your friends but feeling so alone. Sadness is depression and sorrow in your soul. Sadness is the trust you had for someone being shattered. Sadness is seeing your mother die. Sadness is breaking down in front of your classmates because you lost the one.

i wrote today hoping to write my ideas instead Im writing about stories

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How do you find inspíration? I don't. Inspiration cannot be found, but if it does find you, it may ignore you.

I want to stop sneezing

jump to the river

he is tall, bolonde, funny, blue eyes, funny laugh, smoker, smart, very clever

depression

I am scared of bugs. I am afraid of them because of how tiny they are and the tiny places they can crawl into. I am scared of looking at tiny things under a microscope. They look so much scarier magnified. I am scared of eating food that still look like the animal when it was still alive: fish, crab, sea food, pig, etc. I'm scared of swimming in deep oceans for fear of what's below me. I'm scared of things that i can't control. I'm scared of the unknown.

have great way to the path you take

your path is you heart ant believe in what your heart tells

"Katherine?" the person asked, it was Newt. Katherine quickly wiped tears from her eyes. "Newt please leave. I don't need anyone seeing me cry."(Lydia martin, teen wolf.) Katherine sobbed out. "Katherine love, I spent my entire first week crying. and you shouldn't care if people see you cry." newt said softly. Katherine turned to face him. it was dark but the stars provided enough light to see Newts face.

what makes me fell motivated is to do good in honor og my baby brother because he has a disability and I wanna be able to help him.

Love Bell Dusk Shimmer Husk

i love mom <3

One of my favorite childhood memories is when I read a book on the funny things in science among them was the trial of Archemedes to lift the whole earth from onother point or place in the universe.

kids

children rights

This place, I feel, has now become what it was never supposed to be in the first place. Quarrels, brawls, never ending blame games, How can we let that define whats left of us!?

my name is gennaro

Dear sister, As the oldest of four sisters, it was your job to be the rational one, the one everyone could trust. It was your job to care for your three younger sisters. You failed miserably. As the second oldest, it quickly became my job to take the brunt of your attacks. Your verbal and physical abuse made me sick with worry, that one day, I wouldn't be able to protect my two younger sisters. I will never forget the day Mom and Dad couldn't ignore your behavior anymore, although it was far to late. The day you shoved me down on the sofa and started punching me in full view of the entire family. You were already eighteen, and I seventeen. You were already about to move out. I guess you thought no one could stop you since you were leaving. Every day, I thank you for focusing on me, and letting me protect the younger girls. Every day, I pray that I never have to see you again, and yet, there you are at every family gathering. The day I found out you were diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I understood that you may not have had as much control as I thought you did. In the spirit of that, I write this letter to you, to tell you that I forgive you. I forgive every disparaging word. I forgive every bruise and cut. I forgive every scar. I forgive everything, but don't you dare ask me to forget. You are part of my family, and I am part of your family, but we are not family. I will forgive you, but forgetting and loving are very different. Sincerely serious, Your Ex-Sister

Joy is her smile and her eyes Joy is her unrelenting love Joy is not this gut wrench as you watch it happen Joy is not watching her give up hope, while she fills you with hope Joy is her not having to shave her head Joy is her getting stronger, not weaker Joy is not here, in this hospital room Joy is not the machines beeping frantically Joy is not seeing the light die in her eyes as they push you from the room Joy is sitting at a grave, and remembering her smile and her eyes

My favorite smell is a terrible mix. It smells like sweat and ambiguously manly body spray. It smells like sawdust and sometimes, other peoples blood. This smell brings me back home, to that moment my dad, a giant of a man covered in tattoos, walks in the door, back from his paramedic job. In that moment, I am a little girl, and I run up to him, and he swings me into his giant arms, even when a patient just died and he feels bad. He hugs me tight and calls me sweety and that bad smell that only smells good to me fills my head, and I feel safe. I can tell by the way strangers act around him, that people think he looks scary or dangerous, but a kinder or sweeter man has never existed. Whenever I smell that. I am suddenly the safest and most cared for little girl in the world.

War Love Hate Deceivers

When dunking for apples make sure you posit the right end in the tank.

"Fire On The Mountain" Long distance runner, what you standin' there for? Get up, get out, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat It takes all you got just to stay on the beat. You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete. If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door. The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? The more that you give, the more it will take To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake. Fire! Fire on the mountain!

books, walls, computers, desks, paper

the forest is green

I felt great

I look forward to being creative again and thinking of which direction I will be going with my sounds and sights

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