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Everyone has something that is considered a ‘plague’ to them. May it be a burden, a disease, a problem, or even an issue. Mine is my inability to let go. My low self esteem that is causing so much heart ache whenever I encounter people. I need some confidence juice.
By Lin URL on 07.12.2011
something that devestates a large population.
By kelly on 07.12.2011
Plague is a severe and potentially deadly bacterial infection. There’s a great plague in Europe..many people died. Caused by rats.
By Carol Llorente on 07.12.2011
he wouldn’t stop asking her and finally she was at her very last nerve.
“FINE,” she yelled, “I’LL GO. PLEASE, give me a MOMENT of PEACE.”
satisfied, he thanked her graciously and scampered away. she watched him go and sighed. the boy was really more like a plague.
By mary kate URL on 07.12.2011
Poor Delilah. Her owners chose her because they were told she was a husky/German shepherd crossbreed, but at one year old, she looks like a scruffy, bleached-white Benji. She eats anything, including the projections of a laser pointer; fears being petted, barks when she is surprised, and is plagued with fleas she isn’t allowed to scratch away.
But what a catch Delilah is. When she wants to play, she flops into a quirky, half-rolled-over pose and bats her hairy white paws at humans or other dogs. When she’s calm, she sometimes tiptoes up to other creatures and sniffs ever so gently … And you can tell she’s thinking. Wanting to sit on a couch makes her murmur a tiny howl that could almost be a new human language — and she waits for human response before hopping up.
I wouldn’t mind a plague of Delilahs even with all their plagues of fleas.
By ISOreality URL on 07.12.2011
end it the way we started it, together
friday movie release
i dont know
whens 60′s seconds over?
By skylar on 07.12.2011
Darkness fell over my eyes; the plague had started. Shifts in the wind blew the smoke from his cigarette in my face.
By Myth URL on 07.12.2011
He plagued me like no other person I had ever met. He was always around, always finding ways to get the best of me. And he knew just how to do that. He knew all of my weaknesses, and that scared me. I always knew how to hide them, never showing my true emotions, hiding behind a mask. But he saw right past that mask. And maybe that was why he had stuck with me, I found myself thinking of him in a daily basis. And it wasn’t like it was easy to stay away from him. It was like fate was telling us we belonged together. And soon I fell in love with him.
By Rukia on 07.12.2011
a new pandemic
that never comes
By Esin Goldman URL on 07.12.2011
Plague? It’s like a plague of locusts out there. Not out there here, but out there there. Back there. Back home. Back before we knew for certain that he didn’t love you anymore. But I always loved you, I still love you, quite absurdly and some days I have no idea whether it’s erotic or not. Does it matter? Plague of love, sometimes.
By Lu on 07.12.2011
the red lights descended like a plague on maybe the most important night of his life. not only was he sorely unprepared but he would now also be late.
By Kate URL on 07.12.2011
One word per day really? I will never go onto this page ever again, because it is plagued with that one major flaw. I would suggest you just put words on random, pretty easy and logical way to vastly improve your website.
By David F URL on 07.12.2011
It infects you like a cold, bitter wind on a snowy January day and makes you see what you missed out on in your life, were you to die soon. It takes over your entire body, your entire soul until you can no longer think or do anything, just sit there and wait until it surrounds and takes you away.
By Allie URL on 07.12.2011
you were the plague of her mind. everything she did, she did it for you. maybe there was some deeper meaning behind what she did– but i know, it was for you. it was all for you. first, it was all for anyone but her– no specific target. but you grew like a cancer. unlike disease, she wanted you to stay–and stay, you did.
By no no no no on 07.12.2011
The Black Plague was a horrible thing that happened in the 1300′s in Europe. It began due to fleas on rats that came from a far off land and had be carried on ships to Europe and spread along the trade routes. This epidemic, though absolutely horrific, is often given the credit for beginning the Renaissance and a new beginning in Europe and, thus, the world.
By Emily on 07.12.2011
It cuts to the core of families, communities, relationships and religions. It is a sickness beyond imagining, a sorrow beyond comprehension. Plague racks the world with grief and death and destruction, touching all in its place.
By Eric on 07.12.2011
today has been plagued by misfortune. first my father woke up sick and has had to stay home. then i got a damn flat tire. the tire company said that the whole wheel of my car is ruined and i must buy another one
By cameron on 07.12.2011
He always compared love to the plague. And this comparison was not meant to be taken lightly. He didn’t mean that it hit you quickly and affected you greatly. He meant, in no simple terms, that it killed you. Period. Who you were, who you were supposed to be.
By amanda on 07.12.2011
He plagues my mind, day in, day out.
His smile is like a disease I can’t get rid of, his laughter following close behind.
The cure for such madness, surely won’t come.
I’m left with the sickness of unrequited love.
By Jenni on 07.12.2011
The black plague spread around us like a wild fire. Nothing could stop it from taking our homes, family, friends… our own lives. Everyone was at risk. There was no way to stop it from hurting us. We were trapped with no way out, and no help at all.
By Maddie URL on 07.12.2011
plagued by worries, health worries, money worries. Worry is like an illness that consumes you; it can eat you alive, and there is no cure. Plagu
By Suzanne on 07.12.2011
That’s what you are to me. A deadly disease that I can’t get rid of no matter how hard I try. You’re attached to me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible. You were everything and nothing all at the same time. I don’t know what it’s going to be like now that I’ve finally free.
By Katharine URL on 07.12.2011
I was the last remaining survivor in a world that was damned. Is this what God had been planning? Is this what he had in store for us? I remember watching my loved ones die from screens because I was too afraid to leave my room. My best friend was gone, my mother was gone, everybody was gone and confined to their homes. I was truly alone.
By Leah Derp on 07.12.2011
plaga bipeda, sangre de la tierra carcome las entranas del tornasol del tormento… alabanza en aire muerto
By manu URL on 07.12.2011
it happened fast. there was no beginning, and an end didn’t seem to be near. it was just this fast acting disease that wiped out everything and left almost nothing behind.
By Nikki URL on 07.12.2011
THere once was a plague that killed all me in the world. When they realized what was happening they calleed to th moon to save them. But he couldn’t so he just sat there and cried. htere was nothing he could do. The tears of the moon feel from the sky. As they hit the ground the bodies were revived. They were forever greatful to the moon.
By Laura on 07.12.2011
You’re a plague in my life. You invade my mind without me wanting you to. You’re my horrible addiction and i can’t take it anymore. I wish i had never met you, because i can’t really stop wanting you.
You invade all my space, my feelings and you honestly dont have any right to.
By mslt URL on 07.12.2011
I was plagued with sorrow, brought on by a bad marriage and the death of a most beloved child. I didn’t know life could get any worse until that fateful day when I awoke to the sounds of alarms all across the city. What is going on? Why isn’t Jenny in her bed? Where is my dog Rex?
By Nik on 07.12.2011
horror death disease why is this happening to me to him to her please God make it stop mourning loss sorrow I am so worried irreversable change doomed sadness rage contagious fate underestimated neglect to acknowledge unhappy
By Allison on 07.12.2011
What used to be lush, verdant sea grasses is now a pale yellow. The searing dust blows into her face, stinging her eyes. Tears make lines down her face. The blazing sun brings the seas to a boil. She sits down on the dry grass, in the relentless heat. It was a mistake, she thinks to herself.
By Nathan URL on 07.12.2011
brother had the plague.
I was jelaouse of him
everyone was giving him candy and attention
one night late
I went to the room
I kissed my brother
I wanted the plague
By khadija on 07.12.2011
there have been lots of plagues. right now i am experiencing the plague of the blank page. the plague of no ideas. the plague of wishing that i didn’t have to struggle every time I tried to write something. i want to be better at this but I’m not. i will keep on writing and hope that things would get better and better.
By Karen Smith on 07.12.2011
Something horrible that happens everywhere around the world. Whether a sickness or something that is in the mind. Like Scarlet Fever. Something that you wouldn’t want to happen.
By Jordan on 07.12.2011
The plague was everywhere. All around us.
The men in the field had it. The women in the shops. The kids in the schools.
And they didn’t even know.
We had to warn them. Warn them that what was in their systems was getting stronger. It was going to kill them if they didn’t act. And fast.
By Meg Barrett URL on 07.12.2011
The plague had spread over Asia and across Russia by now, barely worming its way into Europe. I know that It was an unstoppable force that was not to be reckoned with, and I also knew that if I did not get out of Ireland as fast as I could, I would be one of its next victims.
By chantelle on 07.12.2011
Oh God, you have it. That deathly disease that no one ever comes back from. I’m so sorry you got it, but you’ve lived a good life.
By Alex on 07.12.2011
i have the plague. a plague of yellow eyes and yellow skin and yellow hair follicles. not a happy yellow, not the sun or a flower, but the plague. the plague has come, it takes no prisoners, only children and adults who dare to dream. oh, the plague has come.
By Beth URL on 07.12.2011
the black death. A devostating event. Dark ages. England. Purple skin. Oozing infection. Carried by fleas on rats.
By veronica on 07.12.2011
Ring around the Rosie
pockets full of posies
we all fall down
we all fall down dead
that what plague does
By Hannah on 07.12.2011
rats biting, thats what i think of and fleas and dead people. dead people in mass graves and young girls left to take care of small children, or was that just a story i read years ago.
By caitlin on 07.12.2011