Comments on: bow

By: Ella

Ella — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:24:09 +0000

It was the last day of school. Delilah was feeling very sad, and very tired. Her bff, Jessica, “Jess” was going to a different school next year. They all were. Delilah would NEVER see any of them again. It felt horribly deppreseing, even though in tears she had said she wished she would never see the walls again, she just wanted to hold on to the walls as long as possible, and sobb. She was comfortable at Daisy Meadow Elementry. The teachers were funny, and generally nice. Her friends – well, she wasn’t going to pretend there wasn’t drama, and sometimes she wanted to spend EVERY second with Jessica and Nicole and Grace, but sometimes she wanted to strangle them. Either way, she loved the little school. She loved wondering out by the daisy meadow- the thing the school was known for. She loved laying on the soft daisies, and talking about random, hilarious things. sHE LOVED the little school. And she awlways wanted to move on to the cool middle school, and move up in every level, but thinking about it, she just wanted it all to stay the exact same…. Funny, how things never went her way.
It was the last couple minutes of school, when Delilah started tearing up. Stupid! I’m so stupid, why am I crying? She thought. She quikly grabbed a tissue, and wiped her eyes. Close one. But why? She felt so conflicted. Part of her wanted to walk out of here, and say good ridance, and the other wanted to cry and hold the walls, and hug Jess untill they said, “Fine! You can all stay here forever and ever with no change!” But she knew it wouldn’t happen.
She was feeling in the gutters, when Jess came up and gave her a hug. “We’ll stay in touch. Okay?” Then Grace, Nicole, and Giselle, and Ali and everyone else, even the ones who she never got along with.
“Really?” She (Delilah) asked. “We’ll stay in touch?”
“Deffinatly.” Grace said.
“Of course!” Ali said.
“Always.” Nicole said

Delilah smiled. Graduating wouldn’t be that hard.

By: Randall Weiss

Randall Weiss — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:12:06 +0000

Bow tied
to semblances of respect.
Walking through the city streets
unsure of who I am,
he who hides behind
this sanity mask
and friendly smile.

By: jasmith

jasmith — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:10:37 +0000

There was a bow on the box. It’s only adornment. There were odd noises coming from it. I opened even though it didn’t have my name on it and found two kittens. My room mate, who never has any money and can’t feed himself had brought home two more mouths.

By: NayibMonster

NayibMonster — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:00:07 +0000

Bowing at the king’s feet. Jesus,Ruler supreme. All behold his great majesty. No King of such splendor and valor can see into His eyes and find their own reflection in His eyes…unless they Believe!

By: julia

julia — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:55:38 +0000

Theatre is the best legal way to get high. It’s where I come alive, and it’s a place to be home. Theatre in one moment:

closing night.
The final bow.

We extend our hands to the director, to each other, and we bow. We earned this. We are alive. The audience is on their feet, so we bow that last time.
That’s the moment I live for. That’s where I come alive. That’s the one place I can always guarentee that I will be fully happy.

By: Leticia

Leticia — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:43:36 +0000

The young man made a low bow before he rose to greet the queen. He had been asked to present himself to her.

“Yes,” she replied. “You will do nicely.”

She licked her lips in anticipation. He would do very nicely.

By: Jenna

Jenna — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:35:22 +0000

bow is something that mdai shandro wears, i dont really like them, theyre neat, usually made of ribbon I like them around christmas time. Its the beswt time of the year it actually makes me so happy, ripping off the bow that is… Not much to say about this three letter word.

By: misskelly

misskelly — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:24:57 +0000

interesting when a word has one spelling but different meanings. ahhh, the english language.

By: Bethany

Bethany — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:23:53 +0000

I bowed as deep as the full skirt would allow, cringing when I heard my knee pop underneath the dozens of layers I wore. The air in the ball room was stifling, with no breeze to stir a fresh breath for any of the hundereds of people in the room. My face was red, I was sure, and I wonderd if the prince thought my blush was for his benefit. The truth was, I’d rather have been anywhere than in front of the throne, bowing before the handsome heir.

By: Athena

Athena — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 17:18:44 +0000

The bow in her hair was a translucent pink, and she hated the damned thing. Being a bridesmaid was the worst thing she had ever had to go through, especially when the bride was such a dictator. Everyone had to match, bows and all. This, she thought, is the most ridiculous wedding I will ever attend. Why am I here?