Plague. right away it makes me think of something from the bible. then something i read on tv tropes. so very different hahaha. it also makes me think of the Gone book series and how much i freaked over reading them. yes, i was plagued with late receipts from the library- and still am.
there was once a plague that wiped out all plagues. Its origins were unknown but thought to be from space, either way it was supernatural. super. thats a great word for it. for it didnt act normal… in fact it operated under different set of rules for you see.. this plague was
the plague sends sparks over my head, how strange for I’ve eaten no decayed rats, they must have been squished my feet within the night, yet oh dear gwarsh that means I have been sleep walking, what a fit mother will throw for I probably ate all the fruit and left a frightful met of chocolate melted against my bra that failed to come off.
It was a plague, a disease, and there was nothing that could stop it. No medicine or hospital could cure it. No person was safe from it. Not even me, and I’d always been the healthiest person around. What is this plague, you ask? I’ll tell you. Jealously. And it hit me like the worst illness I could ever imagine.
i sit in the car
drinking hot coffee
with the hot sun bearing down
and the car vents blowing hot air
i know you can’t really skip it
but if i could i’d avoid summer like the plague
The black plague. The black plague is not something I really know much about. It’s always mentioned but I don’t remember learning about it in any history class in depth. Which is interesting because I often remember some of the silliest things from my history classes.
a plague on both your houses! i was sick last week, it was terrible. I won’t go into detail. My grandma came over and said she was reading a book about the plague and it looked like she should hang a quarantine sign over our door.
The towns people let out a collective gasp of horror. “Who could be responsible for such misfortune in your humble town?,” spoke a stranger. He was a tall man. The long brown duster and luggage at his side made it clear he had just rolled into town. Perhaps resting from a long journey. “It seems such silence could only be accounted for in guilt! So why does no one speak?”
i used to have a brown rat named “plague”
i went on vacation and he was left under a light that burned out.
when i got home, i found that my mom had replaced the bulb with a heat lamp bulb.
he was roasted alive.
The persistence of that little girl is more of a plague than anything the Old Testament could have ever cooked up. I’m not sure why they always limited plagues to storms, insects, and the wrath of God.
A plague only kills so many people, a flash of death wakes up ignorance and attempt to do their best to aid. The only thing they can do is sit down and enjoy the massacre.
a plague is a thing that destroys beasts and men alike, returning the earth to a less populated state. From an environmental standpoint, a plague can be a good thing. However, from a grandmother’s point of view it could be very frightening.
death black death bubonic boils bubbling skin death we will kill you sent from heaven sent from hell god sent the plague down to earth to repent for our sins witchcraft death frogs and leeches the nine plagues frogs and leeches frogs and leeches witchery harry potter
It was one of the more strenuous plagues of my short twenty-one years of life. Summers that dragged one every day and flew by every night. It was like when you’re trying to fast forward or rewind to part of a song on your iPod, but you can never get it just right.
Ah, the horrible sicknesses. Stuff that can wipe out continents, the stuff of nightmares. Small pox, the Black Plague (aka bubosus something or other) It’s only wiping out animals and humans…and sometimes plants. Being sick sucks. so does H1N1, and those other ones.
Plague is basically something to die from. Nowadays we are better at curing such things but earlier in time we couldn’t. Dying from this is something that I wouldn’t mind as much because I’m not alone in dying; I’d die with others.
I was only thirteen years old when the plague first clawed into our country, bringing deaths so horrific that many were said to have killed themselves before the disease could take its full effect. But my family lived high in the harsh mountains and we were relatively safe. I had to travel down to near villages for occasional necessities but my mom made sure that I avoided exposure at all costs. I often wondered why I was the one who had to take these awful pilgrimages which threatened death at any moment. I had three strong brothers who I knew would be much better suited to the task. It wasn’t until later that I realized that I was the most disposable. My mother couldn’t risk sending her strong, capable providers into villages of potential ruin.
The word is plagued with selfishness. I, me myself, that is all one thinks of. What about your fellow beings. DOn’t they have the right to live. why do you have to pull some one down to succeed to win?
Can’t everyone co habit-ate?
A plague of irresposiblity runs about our country. People no longer want to own up to their mistakes…they choose to blame the other person..sue the company for the fact that this individual was a clutz and didn’t see the wet floor sign….we are living in a country that chooses to claim a plague of irresponsibility.
Grim faces caked in blood, the crust is oozing and causing them all to fall into pits of tar. The ones already engrossed reach up to the living, not to save themselves but to drag others down, their claws take away patches of skin and the tears do little to cleanse the wounds
Death dead black | spots ashes ring around the rosie pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down lallalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalallalla
Everyone has been in contact with the plague of lies. No matter how much one tries to avoid it, he will always come across someone lying. Even he himself will lie. But this plague, it’s inevitable. People just learn how to cope with it; they have no choice.
I switch to STRAW and instantly see it as WARTS when spelt
backways. I then tawt of aw an ugly warthog lying in the straw/ den i tawt of a plague of ugly warthogs and dey all rollin n folin in the llrip and golden straw. What a droll piktur
it wasnt clear at the time that this would be the last time she would see her family. Yet the plague moved the wind, overarching and fierce and coming towards the small port city of Genoa. She had to escape to her grandparents house.
Black plague caused by rats i believe.” A plague on all your houses” not sure were dat cam from..
The bastard plagued me over wanting to buy something i didnt wanna sell. He certainly was persistent. But i wasn intrestd in his
bloody money. who knows wat plagues the future will unfold. I shuddr to tink…
the plague has been deadly over the years of history
even today there is a plague with diseases as AIDS, Cancer, Heart problems, along with a long list of others
there is also a plague of loose morals that permeates every corner of this world
of locusts, of boils, being overwhelmed, plagued by black thoughts that lurk on the edges of of your inner conversation, tainting everything with bitterness and weighing you down…
It comes upon him like a plague. He can’t sleep. He can’t even blink. It scares him to death. Following him. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. And he heard it knocking on his door. He screamed. He hid.
it has plagued the city. her grace, her voice, her talent. her ability to unnerve the entire city had captured the souls of many but something was missing or lost in her eyes.
Blue and purple noble fruits of pestilence. Thak you dear flea, for sharing the misery. I guess It is my turn to die. A tissue, A tissue, they all fall down.
As I chewed on a piece of straw that hung from my lips like a dying cigarette, I was reminded of the taste of stale beer and mould. My hat shaded my eyes from the sun, which was pretty unforgiving at this time of day. Nevermind, I was determined to beat it, to sweat it out as I strode across the final field. I had covered the ground slowly since we finished the harvest but one thing still bothered me. I couldn’t work out where I had seen that girl before. You know the kind- nonchalant in her sexuality, as if almost to tease. But what did it matter? She would never have talked to me. She was wheat to my chaff. I was as incidental as the summer breeze to her.
Plague. right away it makes me think of something from the bible. then something i read on tv tropes. so very different hahaha. it also makes me think of the Gone book series and how much i freaked over reading them. yes, i was plagued with late receipts from the library- and still am.
the plague some centuries ago was so devastating it was horrible
there was once a plague that wiped out all plagues. Its origins were unknown but thought to be from space, either way it was supernatural. super. thats a great word for it. for it didnt act normal… in fact it operated under different set of rules for you see.. this plague was
the plague sends sparks over my head, how strange for I’ve eaten no decayed rats, they must have been squished my feet within the night, yet oh dear gwarsh that means I have been sleep walking, what a fit mother will throw for I probably ate all the fruit and left a frightful met of chocolate melted against my bra that failed to come off.
it was the mornings which hurt him.
awake and see the corpses in the canal
the men who died during the night floating to the sunrish.
It was a plague, a disease, and there was nothing that could stop it. No medicine or hospital could cure it. No person was safe from it. Not even me, and I’d always been the healthiest person around. What is this plague, you ask? I’ll tell you. Jealously. And it hit me like the worst illness I could ever imagine.
i sit in the car
drinking hot coffee
with the hot sun bearing down
and the car vents blowing hot air
i know you can’t really skip it
but if i could i’d avoid summer like the plague
The black plague. The black plague is not something I really know much about. It’s always mentioned but I don’t remember learning about it in any history class in depth. Which is interesting because I often remember some of the silliest things from my history classes.
a plague on both your houses! i was sick last week, it was terrible. I won’t go into detail. My grandma came over and said she was reading a book about the plague and it looked like she should hang a quarantine sign over our door.
Plagued with guilt
nightly over
not being the mother
I want to be
you know the one –
she who doesn’t
exist.
The towns people let out a collective gasp of horror. “Who could be responsible for such misfortune in your humble town?,” spoke a stranger. He was a tall man. The long brown duster and luggage at his side made it clear he had just rolled into town. Perhaps resting from a long journey. “It seems such silence could only be accounted for in guilt! So why does no one speak?”
i used to have a brown rat named “plague”
i went on vacation and he was left under a light that burned out.
when i got home, i found that my mom had replaced the bulb with a heat lamp bulb.
he was roasted alive.
The persistence of that little girl is more of a plague than anything the Old Testament could have ever cooked up. I’m not sure why they always limited plagues to storms, insects, and the wrath of God.
A plague only kills so many people, a flash of death wakes up ignorance and attempt to do their best to aid. The only thing they can do is sit down and enjoy the massacre.
Maybe plague is the wrong word
for how much you resemble a sickness.
a plague is a thing that destroys beasts and men alike, returning the earth to a less populated state. From an environmental standpoint, a plague can be a good thing. However, from a grandmother’s point of view it could be very frightening.
death. sadness. disease. ruins. ancient. fright. mourning. crying. pain. terror. infectious. contagious. sickness. dying. gasping. sweating. stopping. breathing. stopping. blinking. stopping. beating. stopping. living. stopping. life. stopping. love. stopping. blood. stopping. dreams. stopping. hopes. starting.. death. starting.. eternity. of. pain.
death black death bubonic boils bubbling skin death we will kill you sent from heaven sent from hell god sent the plague down to earth to repent for our sins witchcraft death frogs and leeches the nine plagues frogs and leeches frogs and leeches witchery harry potter
a plague is something that haunts you… many time it keeps u up at night. many times it a regret.
It was one of the more strenuous plagues of my short twenty-one years of life. Summers that dragged one every day and flew by every night. It was like when you’re trying to fast forward or rewind to part of a song on your iPod, but you can never get it just right.
Ah, the horrible sicknesses. Stuff that can wipe out continents, the stuff of nightmares. Small pox, the Black Plague (aka bubosus something or other) It’s only wiping out animals and humans…and sometimes plants. Being sick sucks. so does H1N1, and those other ones.
Plague is basically something to die from. Nowadays we are better at curing such things but earlier in time we couldn’t. Dying from this is something that I wouldn’t mind as much because I’m not alone in dying; I’d die with others.
I was only thirteen years old when the plague first clawed into our country, bringing deaths so horrific that many were said to have killed themselves before the disease could take its full effect. But my family lived high in the harsh mountains and we were relatively safe. I had to travel down to near villages for occasional necessities but my mom made sure that I avoided exposure at all costs. I often wondered why I was the one who had to take these awful pilgrimages which threatened death at any moment. I had three strong brothers who I knew would be much better suited to the task. It wasn’t until later that I realized that I was the most disposable. My mother couldn’t risk sending her strong, capable providers into villages of potential ruin.
The word is plagued with selfishness. I, me myself, that is all one thinks of. What about your fellow beings. DOn’t they have the right to live. why do you have to pull some one down to succeed to win?
Can’t everyone co habit-ate?
Oh my goodness. I don’t know where to begin with this word. So many points, so little time. 60 seconds to be exact.
A plague of irresposiblity runs about our country. People no longer want to own up to their mistakes…they choose to blame the other person..sue the company for the fact that this individual was a clutz and didn’t see the wet floor sign….we are living in a country that chooses to claim a plague of irresponsibility.
Grim faces caked in blood, the crust is oozing and causing them all to fall into pits of tar. The ones already engrossed reach up to the living, not to save themselves but to drag others down, their claws take away patches of skin and the tears do little to cleanse the wounds
Death dead black | spots ashes ring around the rosie pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down lallalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalallalla
Everyone has been in contact with the plague of lies. No matter how much one tries to avoid it, he will always come across someone lying. Even he himself will lie. But this plague, it’s inevitable. People just learn how to cope with it; they have no choice.
I switch to STRAW and instantly see it as WARTS when spelt
backways. I then tawt of aw an ugly warthog lying in the straw/ den i tawt of a plague of ugly warthogs and dey all rollin n folin in the llrip and golden straw. What a droll piktur
it wasnt clear at the time that this would be the last time she would see her family. Yet the plague moved the wind, overarching and fierce and coming towards the small port city of Genoa. She had to escape to her grandparents house.
Black plague caused by rats i believe.” A plague on all your houses” not sure were dat cam from..
The bastard plagued me over wanting to buy something i didnt wanna sell. He certainly was persistent. But i wasn intrestd in his
bloody money. who knows wat plagues the future will unfold. I shuddr to tink…
A plague on both your houses!
A quiet beach, far away, devoid of all lifeforms. The plague of living has not arrived yet.
What an ugly word for an ugly, deadly thing.
the plague has been deadly over the years of history
even today there is a plague with diseases as AIDS, Cancer, Heart problems, along with a long list of others
there is also a plague of loose morals that permeates every corner of this world
There was no doubt about it. The computer was running slow. Data files kept disappearing from the ‘My Documents’ folder.
His machine had a virus – the electronic equivalent of plague.
of locusts, of boils, being overwhelmed, plagued by black thoughts that lurk on the edges of of your inner conversation, tainting everything with bitterness and weighing you down…
It comes upon him like a plague. He can’t sleep. He can’t even blink. It scares him to death. Following him. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. And he heard it knocking on his door. He screamed. He hid.
it has plagued the city. her grace, her voice, her talent. her ability to unnerve the entire city had captured the souls of many but something was missing or lost in her eyes.
Blue and purple noble fruits of pestilence. Thak you dear flea, for sharing the misery. I guess It is my turn to die. A tissue, A tissue, they all fall down.
Let’s do straw as I missed it at work!!!! YEY!
As I chewed on a piece of straw that hung from my lips like a dying cigarette, I was reminded of the taste of stale beer and mould. My hat shaded my eyes from the sun, which was pretty unforgiving at this time of day. Nevermind, I was determined to beat it, to sweat it out as I strode across the final field. I had covered the ground slowly since we finished the harvest but one thing still bothered me. I couldn’t work out where I had seen that girl before. You know the kind- nonchalant in her sexuality, as if almost to tease. But what did it matter? She would never have talked to me. She was wheat to my chaff. I was as incidental as the summer breeze to her.