I was leading him into the trees, unthinking and unafraid, but this was a mistake. I didn’t know that he would cut down those so precious to me. I didn’t know that he would use them to build a fire. I didn’t know that I would lose the only companions I had. Now, though, I know better than anyone not to trust Jimmy Feron.
“Lead on,” I told the fantastic mad man. He had appeared in my bedroom in a blue box and said, “Come on, hurry up and get in here!” And I had unquestioningly followed him. Upon entering the box I had asked his name and his response was simply The Doctor and there was clearly no room for further inquiry. “We must go and do a, um, a thing….” he trailed off looking at something holding a vague resemblance to a small television. “And we must do so now.”
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his grasp was firm, solid, predictable. arms folded across my waist, holding me up, tethering me to the universe we’d created within our own minds when the curtains blacken out the sky. the music was leading us, moves we didn’t know we could perform exploding from our core – momentarily blinding us from the world outside.
“Where’s my leading lady?” cried out Stewart Marx the Third, brandishing his empty champagne flute like a knife as the crowds of black tuxedos and silvery gowns pulled away.
She was on the stairwell, left hand delicately caressing the banister – as the tradition always was at the ballets and the operas. Show them off, everyone said.
Longing for silence, he crawled onto the off-white page, into the text and beyond it: curling in the space between the words — where not even the tiptoe breeze could find its way in to whistle, where the impossible sound of a dust mote settling would boom like a bomb.
Leading the way, James skipped down the path, followed by a pack of noisy fellow kindergarteners who were so excited for school to let out and summer to begin. The chatter echoed in the bright sunlight as they ran merrily away from work and towards fun.
I was leading a perfectly fine life. I had a fiance, a job, and friends — everything the world said I should have at that particular age. That’s why the first email was such a shock — it advised me to leave everything behind.
I felt the tugging, the leading to something more. I threw the pictures and tea in the fire and held my face so the sky could see it clearly. It was the last step to release myself from the feelings of failed friendships and broken promises.
The moments leading up to today didn’t make sense. I was a random atom in this world of circling meaningless. I was the only living thing it seemed to me. Problem was everyone else thought they were alive and I was dead.
I was leading them into failure.
I don’t know if they could see it, but it was always clearly in front of me, whichever way I turned, whichever way I led– the failure. The end. Certain death for me and all of my too-trusting friends who so blindly placed their faith in me.
There’s something about dancing that just speaks to my heart. It’s very hard to follow that dream without a partner, though; finding a guy who’s actually willing to dance – to lead me, while I follow – feels like an insurmountable obstacle, the unclimbed mountain, and yet all it is is the path not taken.
Leading the elephant against the wall, the trainer wasn’t sure if he could watch as they shot the dumb thing. After all, it had eaten his mother. But she was a cunt. But she was his mother. But the elephant fucked him more often. So, he was at a standstill, even as he walked across the lot to the elephant shooting grounds. A walking stand still. The still, made up of barleywine, walked across the land.
Leading zeros. We have those at work. I don know the purpose of them though. Why not just leave them out? On the data systems software you have to ignore them to search distributors anyway. Pointless.
leading me to the coldness of your heart, the darkness of your soul and making me prisoner of the love that was once ours, but now those are just memories and it is all in the past so i guess im going to have say goodbye to what i have held on to for so long.
It’s hard to be the leader. You have to be leading everyone and everything. One mistake and all the blame is on you. You’re the one responsible for deaths, pain, and sorrow. You do something good they take it for granted. One little tiny hint of misfortune can get you killed
You are on the top,
the others are below.
You are the first one on the track,
the others are following you.
You give the commands,
the others do what you want them to do.
You’re leading the flock!
Leading forward
A thousand sand bags clinging
The smallest movements don’t go unnoticed
Yet many miles, you still can’t see
Always with a tear-stained face
I embrace your roadblocks in my heart
But one day they’ll just make me sink
Leading nowhere then.
Leading Shannon along the trail, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. He’d spent weeks worrying and obsessing over how to approach her. When he’d asked her if she fancied a hike, her face had lit up like a new sun. When she’d said yes, his had done the same.
She was leading the way through the brush, her footsteps almost silent. His were faint rustles on the dried leaves and brittle twigs. Every movement she made was deliberate, as if she knew exactly where she was going in this unknown land. Once she held his hand to bring him through the tangled undergrowth, her touch coercing him along. Now he came willingly, but warily. Maybe she was not afraid of this wilderness, but he held tight to his apprehension, rooted in the sensation that he had trod this ground with another lady another time, another disappointment ago. The familiarity of their path rang like a siren in his heart.
leading a group of people is hard to do. The responsibility is amazing. You have to deal with all of the peoples problems, deal with all of the OTHER groups of people, AND deal with YOUR prblems, ALL at the same time.
I thought the green cloak and pointy hat had been very misleading. When the man with the beard had first came to me I thought this was going to be Bilbo Baggins and the Hobbit or something. Well he’s not Gandalf, and I ain’t no dwarf.
It was what he craved. All these years, he had read about the perfect love, the perfect relationships, seen it in movies, heard it in songs… They were leading him to believe some day he too would fine his perfect love. He did not hide from the truth of bad experiences and unhappy endings, just simply believed it would not happen to him. As is obvious, his heart did break, not just once but times he would rather forget. And to each of them he hung on still, finding them in memory of things he did, places he loved, times spent alone staring at nothingness. He cursed everything that had mislead him. The truth was, the payoffs were over-hyped. But somewhere in his heart, he still believed, love did exist, may be he just hadn’t met his.
There was no sudden epiphany, clarity did not happen to suddenly endow him with her presence. It was a long building realization that everything meant nothing, and what anything meant, was his choice. He felt light, felt like a free man. All this while he struggled the world with great expectations, leading him with results that otherwise may be considered fine, but to him they were grim. But now he understood, he needn’t struggle with himself any more, he should take it as it comes.
The troops were tired and exhausted. No matter how hard they seem to fight more and more enemies kept coming. by the end of the night they had lost almost all of their platoon.
Walking along the sidewalk, trying to keep in line, he felt a sudden grip his arm and pull him round the corner. He was startled, tried to figure what was happening, but she said there was no time to explain. Leading him down the crowded street and into a building, she finally stopped in what appeared to be a bar in his mind.
“What took you so long?!”, someone asked him.
“Well a blind man can’t run, especially and old man like me Trey! I was counting my steps to here as usual until Cassie here tore my wits out.”
“About time I got you here Pa, I mean you were late to the party!”
I’ve been leading the pack, but something happened along the way. My mojo moved and I don’t know where to find it. The music has stopped and the sun is behind the clouds, guess I’ll find it another day.
One day he was leading me deeper and deeper into his heart. He didn’t realize that I would get lost in there, and that I would never want to leave. I found comfort and security, and love. I wanted to lead him into my heart so he could feel all of the wonderful feelings that me made me feel.
I want to lead. I want to lead to good. It could go either way really. I have to chose. It will be hard sometimes. Maybe often. I want to lead others to lead others to good. A pay-it-forward kind of thing.
It is hard to be the leader. People expect you to always know what to do and where to go. But the leader needs someone else to guide them on the right path. They can’t always be the one leading the group. It takes a whole group to lead. Everyone has different views and opinion that benefits the group. Leading isn’t always easy, and that’s what makes the leader someone to look up to, and someone to help as well.
Iseul is not the leader of anything–or at least he claims not to be. But as soon as actions are required, he will do what he thinks is the right course of action. Often this course if action is a pretty sensible one (though not every single time, of course.) Right now he is wounded, and his mind is racing. He’s worried about Yuyu, and he knows Akira is doing something stupid on the roof.
leading someone is easier than being led somewhere. being led takes trust. not a lot of people are capable of trusting another person to blindly follow them. that is rare. leading someone into the dark is easy, means you don’t have to do it alone.
The days leading up to it were filled with excitement. Alas, the tormentors of my world were stepping out of it; permanently for most. She still bothered me, and I felt the urge to go for it; maybe one last time as a farewell to a once friend and to end on a good note. But then I remember what happened. The lies, the broken promises, the unsympathetic walk away from me as nooses were tied and I could still feel his dead embrace.
I used to lead. I used to be a leader, I was the alpha. I would have something to say, something to do, somewhere to go. I was the ideas man, the fun one, the strong one. Now I’m not. I’ve been out-alpha’d. I don’t really know what happened. I guess I just gave up.
leading is like the present tense of led like you ARE leading someone somewhere…..you can lead people to all different types of places, like an imaginary one of like a crazy rape dungeon…(ahh my dads here this is awks) but anyway when you are leading someone you posess a kind of power because they trust you wholy to lead them somewhere nice, or to the right place…. its like an unsaid contract between 2 people that youre going to lead them in the right direction
I was leading him into the trees, unthinking and unafraid, but this was a mistake. I didn’t know that he would cut down those so precious to me. I didn’t know that he would use them to build a fire. I didn’t know that I would lose the only companions I had. Now, though, I know better than anyone not to trust Jimmy Feron.
By Astrid URL on 05.25.2012
“Lead on,” I told the fantastic mad man. He had appeared in my bedroom in a blue box and said, “Come on, hurry up and get in here!” And I had unquestioningly followed him. Upon entering the box I had asked his name and his response was simply The Doctor and there was clearly no room for further inquiry. “We must go and do a, um, a thing….” he trailed off looking at something holding a vague resemblance to a small television. “And we must do so now.”
By mackedee on 05.25.2012
eading means being in charge. People lead in many different ways, they lead with an iron grip, or they lead by example. Throughout history many different types of leaders exist. COnfucious, Genghis Khan, Ivan the Terrible,a<JAHgdHAJ
By lisa Waxman on 05.25.2012
his grasp was firm, solid, predictable. arms folded across my waist, holding me up, tethering me to the universe we’d created within our own minds when the curtains blacken out the sky. the music was leading us, moves we didn’t know we could perform exploding from our core – momentarily blinding us from the world outside.
By olive URL on 05.25.2012
follow butt face dog my sister MC,Donald i am hungry when is lunch
By Jordan URL on 05.25.2012
“Where’s my leading lady?” cried out Stewart Marx the Third, brandishing his empty champagne flute like a knife as the crowds of black tuxedos and silvery gowns pulled away.
She was on the stairwell, left hand delicately caressing the banister – as the tradition always was at the ballets and the operas. Show them off, everyone said.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 05.25.2012
Longing for silence, he crawled onto the off-white page, into the text and beyond it: curling in the space between the words — where not even the tiptoe breeze could find its way in to whistle, where the impossible sound of a dust mote settling would boom like a bomb.
By Jeff Goodman URL on 05.25.2012
Leading the way, James skipped down the path, followed by a pack of noisy fellow kindergarteners who were so excited for school to let out and summer to begin. The chatter echoed in the bright sunlight as they ran merrily away from work and towards fun.
By Emily McNally on 05.25.2012
I was leading a perfectly fine life. I had a fiance, a job, and friends — everything the world said I should have at that particular age. That’s why the first email was such a shock — it advised me to leave everything behind.
By Susan Wells Bennett URL on 05.25.2012
I felt the tugging, the leading to something more. I threw the pictures and tea in the fire and held my face so the sky could see it clearly. It was the last step to release myself from the feelings of failed friendships and broken promises.
By Marissa URL on 05.25.2012
The moments leading up to today didn’t make sense. I was a random atom in this world of circling meaningless. I was the only living thing it seemed to me. Problem was everyone else thought they were alive and I was dead.
By Tracy Whitt URL on 05.25.2012
I was leading them into failure.
I don’t know if they could see it, but it was always clearly in front of me, whichever way I turned, whichever way I led– the failure. The end. Certain death for me and all of my too-trusting friends who so blindly placed their faith in me.
By Mara on 05.25.2012
There’s something about dancing that just speaks to my heart. It’s very hard to follow that dream without a partner, though; finding a guy who’s actually willing to dance – to lead me, while I follow – feels like an insurmountable obstacle, the unclimbed mountain, and yet all it is is the path not taken.
By Maya URL on 05.25.2012
The leading lady is me. I finally got the part. A dream come true. Who will be my leading man? I hope it’s not you know who.
By teeda URL on 05.25.2012
Leading the elephant against the wall, the trainer wasn’t sure if he could watch as they shot the dumb thing. After all, it had eaten his mother. But she was a cunt. But she was his mother. But the elephant fucked him more often. So, he was at a standstill, even as he walked across the lot to the elephant shooting grounds. A walking stand still. The still, made up of barleywine, walked across the land.
By whatroughbeast on 05.25.2012
Leading zeros. We have those at work. I don know the purpose of them though. Why not just leave them out? On the data systems software you have to ignore them to search distributors anyway. Pointless.
By Nicole on 05.25.2012
leading me to the coldness of your heart, the darkness of your soul and making me prisoner of the love that was once ours, but now those are just memories and it is all in the past so i guess im going to have say goodbye to what i have held on to for so long.
By cassandra on 05.25.2012
I’m leading a life that I wasn’t meant to lead. It’s tough, but for now I’m doing ok. I hope it stays that way.
By Valerie on 05.25.2012
It’s hard to be the leader. You have to be leading everyone and everything. One mistake and all the blame is on you. You’re the one responsible for deaths, pain, and sorrow. You do something good they take it for granted. One little tiny hint of misfortune can get you killed
By Roooonnniie URL on 05.25.2012
You are on the top,
the others are below.
You are the first one on the track,
the others are following you.
You give the commands,
the others do what you want them to do.
You’re leading the flock!
By BR on 05.25.2012
Leading forward
A thousand sand bags clinging
The smallest movements don’t go unnoticed
Yet many miles, you still can’t see
Always with a tear-stained face
I embrace your roadblocks in my heart
But one day they’ll just make me sink
Leading nowhere then.
And yet you think I am doing that already.
By Words That Entangle URL on 05.25.2012
Leading Shannon along the trail, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. He’d spent weeks worrying and obsessing over how to approach her. When he’d asked her if she fancied a hike, her face had lit up like a new sun. When she’d said yes, his had done the same.
By Krospgnasker URL on 05.25.2012
She was leading the way through the brush, her footsteps almost silent. His were faint rustles on the dried leaves and brittle twigs. Every movement she made was deliberate, as if she knew exactly where she was going in this unknown land. Once she held his hand to bring him through the tangled undergrowth, her touch coercing him along. Now he came willingly, but warily. Maybe she was not afraid of this wilderness, but he held tight to his apprehension, rooted in the sensation that he had trod this ground with another lady another time, another disappointment ago. The familiarity of their path rang like a siren in his heart.
By cmsiena URL on 05.25.2012
leading a group of people is hard to do. The responsibility is amazing. You have to deal with all of the peoples problems, deal with all of the OTHER groups of people, AND deal with YOUR prblems, ALL at the same time.
LEADING
By Raina on 05.25.2012
I thought the green cloak and pointy hat had been very misleading. When the man with the beard had first came to me I thought this was going to be Bilbo Baggins and the Hobbit or something. Well he’s not Gandalf, and I ain’t no dwarf.
By MoeMasterMighty URL on 05.25.2012
It was what he craved. All these years, he had read about the perfect love, the perfect relationships, seen it in movies, heard it in songs… They were leading him to believe some day he too would fine his perfect love. He did not hide from the truth of bad experiences and unhappy endings, just simply believed it would not happen to him. As is obvious, his heart did break, not just once but times he would rather forget. And to each of them he hung on still, finding them in memory of things he did, places he loved, times spent alone staring at nothingness. He cursed everything that had mislead him. The truth was, the payoffs were over-hyped. But somewhere in his heart, he still believed, love did exist, may be he just hadn’t met his.
By unkitjc URL on 05.25.2012
There was no sudden epiphany, clarity did not happen to suddenly endow him with her presence. It was a long building realization that everything meant nothing, and what anything meant, was his choice. He felt light, felt like a free man. All this while he struggled the world with great expectations, leading him with results that otherwise may be considered fine, but to him they were grim. But now he understood, he needn’t struggle with himself any more, he should take it as it comes.
By unkitjc URL on 05.25.2012
The troops were tired and exhausted. No matter how hard they seem to fight more and more enemies kept coming. by the end of the night they had lost almost all of their platoon.
By Emma Morrison on 05.25.2012
Walking along the sidewalk, trying to keep in line, he felt a sudden grip his arm and pull him round the corner. He was startled, tried to figure what was happening, but she said there was no time to explain. Leading him down the crowded street and into a building, she finally stopped in what appeared to be a bar in his mind.
“What took you so long?!”, someone asked him.
“Well a blind man can’t run, especially and old man like me Trey! I was counting my steps to here as usual until Cassie here tore my wits out.”
“About time I got you here Pa, I mean you were late to the party!”
“Party? What party? Is it someone’s birthday?”
“Of course it is Pa, yours!”
A chorus of cheers erupted.
By unkitjc URL on 05.25.2012
I’ve been leading the pack, but something happened along the way. My mojo moved and I don’t know where to find it. The music has stopped and the sun is behind the clouds, guess I’ll find it another day.
By Sheila Good URL on 05.25.2012
One day he was leading me deeper and deeper into his heart. He didn’t realize that I would get lost in there, and that I would never want to leave. I found comfort and security, and love. I wanted to lead him into my heart so he could feel all of the wonderful feelings that me made me feel.
By Josie on 05.25.2012
leading.
speeding.
needing.
heading.
as she slips away,
he tries to stay.
but along the way,
came the day.
when he didn’t say…
follow
the leader
say hello
to her.
By Amanda on 05.25.2012
I want to lead. I want to lead to good. It could go either way really. I have to chose. It will be hard sometimes. Maybe often. I want to lead others to lead others to good. A pay-it-forward kind of thing.
By Marnie on 05.25.2012
It is hard to be the leader. People expect you to always know what to do and where to go. But the leader needs someone else to guide them on the right path. They can’t always be the one leading the group. It takes a whole group to lead. Everyone has different views and opinion that benefits the group. Leading isn’t always easy, and that’s what makes the leader someone to look up to, and someone to help as well.
By Gabi on 05.25.2012
Iseul is not the leader of anything–or at least he claims not to be. But as soon as actions are required, he will do what he thinks is the right course of action. Often this course if action is a pretty sensible one (though not every single time, of course.) Right now he is wounded, and his mind is racing. He’s worried about Yuyu, and he knows Akira is doing something stupid on the roof.
By Kana on 05.25.2012
leading someone is easier than being led somewhere. being led takes trust. not a lot of people are capable of trusting another person to blindly follow them. that is rare. leading someone into the dark is easy, means you don’t have to do it alone.
By Tilly on 05.25.2012
The lead is difficult.
By thatgirlgabbagabba URL on 05.25.2012
The days leading up to it were filled with excitement. Alas, the tormentors of my world were stepping out of it; permanently for most. She still bothered me, and I felt the urge to go for it; maybe one last time as a farewell to a once friend and to end on a good note. But then I remember what happened. The lies, the broken promises, the unsympathetic walk away from me as nooses were tied and I could still feel his dead embrace.
By agloe on 05.25.2012
I used to lead. I used to be a leader, I was the alpha. I would have something to say, something to do, somewhere to go. I was the ideas man, the fun one, the strong one. Now I’m not. I’ve been out-alpha’d. I don’t really know what happened. I guess I just gave up.
By Oscar on 05.25.2012
leading is like the present tense of led like you ARE leading someone somewhere…..you can lead people to all different types of places, like an imaginary one of like a crazy rape dungeon…(ahh my dads here this is awks) but anyway when you are leading someone you posess a kind of power because they trust you wholy to lead them somewhere nice, or to the right place…. its like an unsaid contract between 2 people that youre going to lead them in the right direction
By belle on 05.25.2012