Finals. Exams. Test. All of them mean the same thing, essentially: failure. At least for me, that is. I have never actually failed anything, but this year I’m kind of scared…
The door was closing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. No lever to pull, no magic ‘stop’ button– there was nothing. I took a deep breath and walked away from the finality of it all, my feet dragging on the way home.
there is nothing else but this. this is final. this is me, this is you. this is us. we are all that we have. i don’t know what else to say to you, besides that. this is final. this is all we have. you are all i have. i love you too much to let you go. if there is nothing else, let it just be this: i love you, i love you, i love you, until the world ends and we are no more. and that is final.
“I got it. I’m ready,” she replied, stretching her legs out.
“Very good,” he replied, then nodded to her and walked away.
The buzzer rang and she walked to the starting line. Looking to the side, she found herself looking in to the eyes of her arch nemesis from the other school.
exam i hate exams they make me nervous finale of a song they are really beautiful and today i heard a song it almost made me cry it was so beautiful and my crush was playing and his friend was there and i don’t like him but i do love chocolate and puppies
Final straw,
final word,
final scene,
finally yours,
finally gone,
finally free.
At last
It’s about time
Last but not least
And now for the grand finale
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
That’s all folks.
It’s Final!
It’s the end you say.
I can not believe, I refuse to hear.
The word is so…final…that is the word.
I am nuts, you are crazy.
I can not be sane.
the final , the final death the final frontier, everything that you’ve ever hoped for may have came true, but is that all that you could have hoped for, are your final moves the final thoughts that make you a human or is there more than just “life” on earth. The final is knowing when to stop
Finals. I can’t help but see this word, even in its singular form, and automatically add a mental s to the end. Finals is a time of sweatpants, bad food, and stress. It is a time where my world is suddenly confined to the walls of Davis library, ferveshly consulting my course notes and trying desperately to fit a semester’s worth of knowledge into a two-day studying period.
The dreaded final exam. This would be the opportunity to show everything you learned. It always came down to a final. You’ve attended class regularly, you’ve turned in assignments on time, you’ve studied until the cows home. Now, half of your grade depends on whether or not you can recall all of the material for the dreaded final.
The curtain opens, and a beautiful performer steps out gracefully sporting the newest fashions from Turkey. Feathers! Behind the glitter, she lets out a scream. She collapses, while audience members cheer for an encore. Indeed, she was not acting, but finishing the last act in her final performance.
what is final? nothing seems to be final. when something ends, something always begins. i heard that in the UK graduation is called commencement. i think that hits the nail on the head.
The sweat is pouring down her body, pooling between her breasts, sliding down her freshly shaved legs as they move back and forth. Her underarms are soaked, and she pants heavily, maintaining a steady breath. She looks forward, seeing the finish line yards in front of her. This is the final lap, and she has left everyone else in the dust. This is what victory feels like, she thinks.
The end. Omega. I am terrified of this. That there is no more. No going back, no playthrough+ going forward. The cessation of things, without any options or redos. I hate goodbyes.
These are the final days for fear. Fear must die its long awaited death if we aare to survive. Humanity must replace fear with love and then we will finally have the peace on the planet that we deserve as the Divine Children of God that we truly are.
final exam. hard. study. final goodbye, you walked away and never looked back. one final kiss. one final hug. that was it, we were finished. final goodbye. you never knew, but I did. I knew it was our final goodbye, our last look at each other. that’s all that there was to us.. our story finished right there.
in three or four days i will find out whether or not there will be a trial. then i will deal with that, and that will be it. that will be the end. the end of the love, abuse, rape, trauma. maybe then i will finally be able to forget.
finishing. ending life over. I can’t do this anymore. This is the last chance, an ultimatum, we’re so close to finished here. This is the last inhale, last jump, last mountain to pass over before we can breathe out, relax. You can do it. Just this. And then quitting and giving up and resignation. Just this. It can be okay, we’re on the brink. On the brink
It is the end. I saw it coming, out of the trees. There was no time to think, no time to move, no time to run, yet it seemed to be happening in slow motion. I knew it was going to kill me. But, still one can hope. What was a toilet doing flying out of the sky way out here?
that’s it. it’s final. there’s no use negotiating, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. and that’s the worst part. no patter how long we sit here and mourn, that’s the final decision. what more can i say?
It’s odd when we get to finals every year. Of course the freshman are nervous, but after going through several ourselves my friends and I could not be less concerned. We will still try our hardest, but panic is a reaction reserved for the newcomers, and relaxation will be their reward for “surviving” another year of high school.
This is it. The final time I’ll ever see him. No more school, no more fond looks across the hall. Never again will I get to be graced with his present. I’m done with all the other bullshit and he can’t even relieve me from it all.
The end of an age, the termination of all things. The silencing breath at the end of a life. Nothing can change it. It cannot be altered. It is a completion of all things and a destruction of many other things. It is peace, rest, happiness. It is fulfillment and finality. It is the end, the finale, and it is coming home at last.
The final exam was like the last bit of her childhood. As the minutes ticked by, her concentration was merely geared towards thinking of her past moments…
My last call
A wake up time
If I come in
I’ll surely shine
Nothing happens
For nothing at all
And if I live
It’s my last call
The worst stage to fear
The worst way to fall
The saddest story to hear
The final recall
my final piece of work last year for media was a music video. It was a cover of Starlight by Muse and I filmed it with 6 cameras and edited it. I loved it! I thought of this because I was talking about this today in one of my lectures and I had to show it to everyone.
The final idea I had developed in my brain behind a curtain of hypocritical self doubt. Careening across the synapsis and banging out my ears. The final idea was one big stinker but it was mine all mine.
The final countdown. The clock ticked and I had to finish. I needed to let these words out. Oneword.com was only giving me 60 seconds and as I quickly typed away, my last word was the word itself, final.
Final is the end, but when speaking of final, I feel the obligation to make the end great. Must everything have a happy ending? I wonder whether it is good or bad to tell our children that everything will turn out alright in the end, when that is most certainly not the case.
It was so final, so completely unexpected. I went to check on her every 10 minutes or so; she had had a bad night. The last time I could tell she was seizing. I righted her up, so she wouldn’t choke. I got her paws out in front of her and cradled her head in my heads. She looked relaxed. Then I realized she had stopped breathing. My big, beautiful, dog was dead. It was so final.
Finals. Exams. Test. All of them mean the same thing, essentially: failure. At least for me, that is. I have never actually failed anything, but this year I’m kind of scared…
The door was closing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. No lever to pull, no magic ‘stop’ button– there was nothing. I took a deep breath and walked away from the finality of it all, my feet dragging on the way home.
there is nothing else but this. this is final. this is me, this is you. this is us. we are all that we have. i don’t know what else to say to you, besides that. this is final. this is all we have. you are all i have. i love you too much to let you go. if there is nothing else, let it just be this: i love you, i love you, i love you, until the world ends and we are no more. and that is final.
with some final, paradigmatic, confirming horror.
he decided
that he was done with it all,
laid down,
and allowed the soldiers to catch up to him.
“This is your final try,” he warned.
“I got it. I’m ready,” she replied, stretching her legs out.
“Very good,” he replied, then nodded to her and walked away.
The buzzer rang and she walked to the starting line. Looking to the side, she found herself looking in to the eyes of her arch nemesis from the other school.
She smirked and the gun went off.
exam i hate exams they make me nervous finale of a song they are really beautiful and today i heard a song it almost made me cry it was so beautiful and my crush was playing and his friend was there and i don’t like him but i do love chocolate and puppies
Final straw,
final word,
final scene,
finally yours,
finally gone,
finally free.
At last
It’s about time
Last but not least
And now for the grand finale
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
That’s all folks.
It’s Final!
It’s the end you say.
I can not believe, I refuse to hear.
The word is so…final…that is the word.
I am nuts, you are crazy.
I can not be sane.
the final , the final death the final frontier, everything that you’ve ever hoped for may have came true, but is that all that you could have hoped for, are your final moves the final thoughts that make you a human or is there more than just “life” on earth. The final is knowing when to stop
Finals. I can’t help but see this word, even in its singular form, and automatically add a mental s to the end. Finals is a time of sweatpants, bad food, and stress. It is a time where my world is suddenly confined to the walls of Davis library, ferveshly consulting my course notes and trying desperately to fit a semester’s worth of knowledge into a two-day studying period.
The dreaded final exam. This would be the opportunity to show everything you learned. It always came down to a final. You’ve attended class regularly, you’ve turned in assignments on time, you’ve studied until the cows home. Now, half of your grade depends on whether or not you can recall all of the material for the dreaded final.
The curtain opens, and a beautiful performer steps out gracefully sporting the newest fashions from Turkey. Feathers! Behind the glitter, she lets out a scream. She collapses, while audience members cheer for an encore. Indeed, she was not acting, but finishing the last act in her final performance.
what is final? nothing seems to be final. when something ends, something always begins. i heard that in the UK graduation is called commencement. i think that hits the nail on the head.
The sweat is pouring down her body, pooling between her breasts, sliding down her freshly shaved legs as they move back and forth. Her underarms are soaked, and she pants heavily, maintaining a steady breath. She looks forward, seeing the finish line yards in front of her. This is the final lap, and she has left everyone else in the dust. This is what victory feels like, she thinks.
Final. Complete. The end
No more movies to watch
No more letters to send.
It’s over. Finished. Complete.
I need so much more time
Feels so much like defeat.
I could write a tour de force
A literary work of art
With a bit more time, of course.
The end. Omega. I am terrified of this. That there is no more. No going back, no playthrough+ going forward. The cessation of things, without any options or redos. I hate goodbyes.
its the final decision
the the final revision
never settle for anything less
anything less than your best
the last thing never going to change. It seems like its the last time or the last thing of some sort. I feel like i miss it already. it wont come back
These are the final days for fear. Fear must die its long awaited death if we aare to survive. Humanity must replace fear with love and then we will finally have the peace on the planet that we deserve as the Divine Children of God that we truly are.
final. its the end. the final resting place. the last goodbye. your last chance. you know now. but it was final.
final exam. hard. study. final goodbye, you walked away and never looked back. one final kiss. one final hug. that was it, we were finished. final goodbye. you never knew, but I did. I knew it was our final goodbye, our last look at each other. that’s all that there was to us.. our story finished right there.
what is a beginning without and end, a perpetual situation, graceless, discustingly inmortal.
in three or four days i will find out whether or not there will be a trial. then i will deal with that, and that will be it. that will be the end. the end of the love, abuse, rape, trauma. maybe then i will finally be able to forget.
finishing. ending life over. I can’t do this anymore. This is the last chance, an ultimatum, we’re so close to finished here. This is the last inhale, last jump, last mountain to pass over before we can breathe out, relax. You can do it. Just this. And then quitting and giving up and resignation. Just this. It can be okay, we’re on the brink. On the brink
It is the end. I saw it coming, out of the trees. There was no time to think, no time to move, no time to run, yet it seemed to be happening in slow motion. I knew it was going to kill me. But, still one can hope. What was a toilet doing flying out of the sky way out here?
that’s it. it’s final. there’s no use negotiating, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. and that’s the worst part. no patter how long we sit here and mourn, that’s the final decision. what more can i say?
It’s odd when we get to finals every year. Of course the freshman are nervous, but after going through several ourselves my friends and I could not be less concerned. We will still try our hardest, but panic is a reaction reserved for the newcomers, and relaxation will be their reward for “surviving” another year of high school.
This is it. The final time I’ll ever see him. No more school, no more fond looks across the hall. Never again will I get to be graced with his present. I’m done with all the other bullshit and he can’t even relieve me from it all.
final. the final word in that final moment. one word to make that last second perfect indescribably perfect, final.
The end of an age, the termination of all things. The silencing breath at the end of a life. Nothing can change it. It cannot be altered. It is a completion of all things and a destruction of many other things. It is peace, rest, happiness. It is fulfillment and finality. It is the end, the finale, and it is coming home at last.
The final exam was like the last bit of her childhood. As the minutes ticked by, her concentration was merely geared towards thinking of her past moments…
My last call
A wake up time
If I come in
I’ll surely shine
Nothing happens
For nothing at all
And if I live
It’s my last call
The worst stage to fear
The worst way to fall
The saddest story to hear
The final recall
my final piece of work last year for media was a music video. It was a cover of Starlight by Muse and I filmed it with 6 cameras and edited it. I loved it! I thought of this because I was talking about this today in one of my lectures and I had to show it to everyone.
final words? everyone is final but
it was not final?
song bird peach-colored
where did the world go off to
The final idea I had developed in my brain behind a curtain of hypocritical self doubt. Careening across the synapsis and banging out my ears. The final idea was one big stinker but it was mine all mine.
The final countdown. The clock ticked and I had to finish. I needed to let these words out. Oneword.com was only giving me 60 seconds and as I quickly typed away, my last word was the word itself, final.
final is te end, to me, nothing more—or a final something else, like a test. now that’s final
Final is the end, but when speaking of final, I feel the obligation to make the end great. Must everything have a happy ending? I wonder whether it is good or bad to tell our children that everything will turn out alright in the end, when that is most certainly not the case.
this is the last tiem
the last time, I say,
I won’t have you in my life
with that attitude
You can go now
no charge
you can’t stay
and this is final
Be well, my dear
you’ve been such a support
a friend
a love
And now, walk on!
It was so final, so completely unexpected. I went to check on her every 10 minutes or so; she had had a bad night. The last time I could tell she was seizing. I righted her up, so she wouldn’t choke. I got her paws out in front of her and cradled her head in my heads. She looked relaxed. Then I realized she had stopped breathing. My big, beautiful, dog was dead. It was so final.