oneword.com

I have difficulty relating to others, so the word relate brings up a bit of sadness and frustration. It seems I don’t quite march to the same drummer, so making friends can be difficult. Hopefully, I can relate better now that I am more comfortable in my own skin.

Posted By Sandra On 10.20.2011 @ 11:05 pm

I feel like I can’t relate to most people who are parents. None of them have to go through their life wondering how every decision they make about their child will look to a family court judge. I just want to be a mother, and not be constantly worrying about things like that. It makes my daughter’s childhood suffer, and i don’t want her to feel the effects of her father’s nonsense.

Posted By Sandra On 10.20.2011 @ 6:13 pm

The setting is the same as in every story. A house, a neighborhood, a typical night. But behind these doors is something sinister. What lurks here is pure evil in the form of a man. It is frightening to those who reside within, but the outside world would never have a clue.

Posted By Sandra On 10.06.2011 @ 6:28 pm

I suppose life could have been different. I could have done well in high school, gone off to college, been successful. But, I chose a different path. Sure, it was harder, and I got banged up along the way. I don’t regret it though. Not one second of it. I wouldn’t be the person that I am today if I hadn’t gone through everything that I went through.

Posted By Sandra On 10.03.2011 @ 12:39 pm

I was at the edge of self-destruction. I was at the edge of being destroyed by the environment that I had placed myself in. I was literally at the edge of living or dying. But I backed away from the edge. I had to. I had to save myself.

Posted By Sandra On 10.02.2011 @ 4:32 pm

When I was a little girl I used to wear my hair in a braid. I loved the way that it would be crimped in the morning if I braided it before I went to bed at night. I always thought it was exciting to undo the braid in the morning, and see the pattern that had been left in my hair. Oh, childhood. i miss you. so much.

Posted By Sandra On 10.01.2011 @ 6:37 pm

one world. for me a world is simple , is like a simple lie or true we dont know it … we dont know if is true , we just believe in that…

Posted By sandra On 09.18.2011 @ 8:11 pm

i’m screwed

Posted By sandra On 09.14.2011 @ 7:28 pm

I have already written about repeat. is there another word I could write about? how do I get another word on this same link? I dont even know where this ‘one word’ thing came from? is it to do with facebook? why am I asking questions when I know that there is no one to answer them? well, if there is someone out there, please tell me how this thing works.

Posted By Sandra On 08.16.2011 @ 9:53 pm

repeat has rather a boring sound to it, yet it could be an awesome word. it is by repeating a practice that we master something. I want to be a writer, but I’m nowhere there yet. I have to keep writing and writing to come to a place where others might enjoy reading what I write. The fact that I can repeat gives me hope that I could be the writer I want to be.

Posted By Sandra On 08.16.2011 @ 9:47 pm

i had totally misunderstood what I was supposed to do. will have to start all over again.

Posted By Sandra On 08.16.2011 @ 9:36 pm

if there is one word that I could expound it would have to be the name Jesus. Jesus is both God and man. there are no words to explain the word God. everything there is, the universe is included in that name. then the word Man or human would have to include everything there is to say about humanity past, present and future.

Posted By Sandra On 08.16.2011 @ 9:32 pm

is a colour that is besides my favourite. it also lets me think about violence, and i do not know, why….may be its because of my dirrty inner thoughts…. ?

Posted By Sandra On 07.22.2011 @ 8:05 am

I don’t know what to write. When I hear plague, I think of horrible sickness. I’ve never read the definition of plague, but if it’s something that spreads fast; Why can it be something good? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one to think of bad things when you hear plague, but what if it’s just a misunderstood word.

Posted By Sandra On 07.12.2011 @ 9:49 pm

Did you ‘ear – she’s expecting! Expecting what? A baby!!! of course Whose is it the?

Posted By Sandra On 07.10.2011 @ 7:07 am

i do not like to do my chores. i have lots to do cleaning, cooking, polishing tables and hoovering up the sitting room amongst having to take out the trash and tidy up my own bedroom. when my brother does not do his chores i have to do them for him which makes them even more tiresome! i would like to have a maid

Posted By sandra On 07.08.2011 @ 6:53 pm

“ill assist myself thanks very much! ” she said with a bottle of jameson in her hand. she then proceeded to walk in a rush to the car, swaying her backside with pride along the way.

Posted By sandra On 07.05.2011 @ 9:09 am

so i have 60 secondes to write. i like this idea. but when the cops assited me to the cop shop today i was petrified at the idea. i dont likie guns. i dont like men. so both in the morning was not a great way to start the day.

Posted By sandra On 07.05.2011 @ 9:05 am

i was standing on a station when the train came. i went in it. didn’t know where i’m going and how long will it take to go there. the guy next to me was reading a book, the girl next to him was listening to music and noone was watching as the world goes by. it is a beautiful place

Posted By sandra On 06.14.2011 @ 2:42 pm

My Uncle John’s funeral in south Georgia. I never thought I’d miss him as much as I do every time I go down there. I can’t forget that scalding hot day when we all stood around to remember him. I miss walking to the tower with him and his subtle jokes. Love you Judge Harvey!

Posted By Sandra On 06.11.2011 @ 10:55 pm

Forgetting that there were only sixty seconds to write about it, dammit. This purple thing is stressing me out. Trying to forget about it, and wondering if anyone will read this? I forgot what the concept is here? Or was I even told.. I forgot.

Posted By Sandra On 06.07.2011 @ 12:28 pm

it is a radio it makes sounds it is a radio i listen to it in car it plays shitty kesha over and over till my ears bleed omg its the worst thing ever its like an elephant stepping on a lemer and the lemer has beetles in its mouth and you can hear the screams of the beetles and the crunching sounds and then the whole safari starts going nuts that what kesha is like

Posted By sandra On 06.03.2011 @ 1:50 pm

I remember so many things from my childhood. Good things. Good rememberings. Those were the days way back in the sixties when an 8 year old could get out of bed on a Saturday morning and head outside into the sunshine and warmth of a sunny day and not think about coming home until the street lights came on in the late evening.

Posted By Sandra On 05.31.2011 @ 8:58 am

The crew I was working with was a bunch of jokers from the world of Hee Haw and they knew nothing about the job at hand. They pretended and they were able to get paid top dollar along with the rest of the workers.

Posted By Sandra On 05.09.2011 @ 1:53 pm

he wavered as he sat down on his horse which had thrown him two days prior

Posted By Sandra On 05.07.2011 @ 12:34 pm

I saw you limping the other day. I felt it too. I wanted to reach out and help you, but the pain was too much even for both of us to bear…but I loved you too much. So I stuck the arrow

Posted By Sandra On 05.06.2011 @ 9:40 pm

I feel puzzled right now because I have noo idea what I should write about I’m just letting my fingers do all the typing which really isn’t writing but in some sense it is. Only difference is that I’m typing stuff on the computer so it’s a form of “technical” writing. Oooh I really like this site. I’m glad stumble upon brought me here. I’ll probably use this site when I feel like writing… or should I say “techincal” writing? Haha. Or just when I’m really bored.

Posted By Sandra On 04.24.2011 @ 12:59 pm

There are pipes of iron. Buildings of iron. Even mythical people of iron. But remember, to much iron in your blood can kill you.

Posted By Sandra On 04.23.2011 @ 3:41 pm

It was a dark and dreary day when I climbed out of the train car. It was as if I’d dropped off into a land of possibility. The foreign landscape reminded me of a jungle and and ancient city. It felt so out of place in the middle of Central Station. Mobs of people stormed into my paradise and roughly knocked me to the musty ground. A strong hand reached out and touched mine. I was electrified.

Posted By Sandra On 04.21.2011 @ 10:36 pm

I wish I lived in a foreign country–a country that was not the United States. I guess being adopted and having no real cultural identity has made me want to learn and immerse myself into other cultures, and other places.

I also think how being ‘foreign’ is bad–is ultimately seen as being an enemy or one who does not have the same values as the majority.

Posted By Sandra On 04.21.2011 @ 6:34 pm