i predict that the heat is not going away for a very long time
i predict that there will be no rain to provide relief
i predict that my vision will get worse
as will my walking, my numbness, and my thinking
i predict that i won’t feel any better until about december
i hate this freakin MS beast…..
i predict i’m only gonna get worse
As his eyes became stone cold and blackened, I knew he was seeing something. He was the son of Apollo, after all. This happened, right? The thing was was that I never was alone to try to figure out how to get him out of this state. There had always been someone around to help me. But now I was alone to see what he was going to predict from a prophecy.
I could not have predicted that I would have enjoyed or even experienced dancing with my daughter in her junior high school gym, singing to her “you are amazing, just the way you are!” But that happened, today, and I will never forget it.
its what we do about people. the weather. our futures. Guess work, that is what it all is. We can never be sure. Yet, why do we base so much off of these predictions? What is it about the human race that makes us act like that? Are we human because we look at the stars? Or do we look at the stars because we are human?
I predict this is not going to go over well. Why? Because who is prepared for these things. Just need to make the best of it and move forward. When life throws you lemons…throw them back. Do something. Review the process and decide if that’s what you want to do. My predictions though, aren’t always accurate.
I predict my mind matters little when you are here, finally arrived from the deep seed of a hope long ago. I never intended to wait so long, but there you are still underneath it all, facing up to the world and it’s shadows. Somewhere in the deep down deep you were waiting too, to know who we were when oceans collide.
In the future, fortune tellers will predict the past because everyone will have amnesia. If not amnesia then it will be a bit like fallout 3 where we all lived in vaults for so long that no one knows what our real past was/is.
“Tell me a name. Any name at all – first and last, mind you, and I’ll be able to predict any and everything that will transpire throughout their lives!!” The man waved his arms at either side of him, as if he were about to embrace me in a hug, and threw up the biggest, widest, most jovial smile anybody would ever be able to behold. Was it wrong that when I saw that expression, I at first thought, ‘Oh, so that’s what a genuine smile – what happiness – is supposed to look like..?’ In my world, full of diamonds, dresses, and extravagance… why had I never seen such a smile? Heck, for this one, it even reached to his eyes.
And he was a peasant, of all things. A peasant!!
Still, happy or not, I remained skeptical. How could one person know such things? Powers were not unheard of. But that did not stand to reason that every woven tapestry of tales someone presents you should automatically be deemed true.
“Any name, you say?” I said, letting it show that I was not convinced. Jutting my chin upward so I could attempt to look down on him (which was a failure from the start, given my rather small stature in comparison), I challenged, “Alright… So what would you predict about me, then?”
The man smiled again, this time parting his lips in the process in order to show his grimy teeth. Shouldn’t have surprised me to see such a deplorably dirty mouth. There wasn’t an inch on him that was clean, if I dared say. “On yourself, eh? Well, what would you like to know?” A glint shone in his eyes as he straightened his back. “Or rather… when? Would you like to know what will happen tomorrow? A week from now? Seven years, even?”
There wasn’t much to deliberate upon with that question. “I want to know everything.”
The man’s smile vanished. For a moment, he looked at me as if I said the strangest thing in the world. “Everything, you say?”
“Yes. Everything. You said you could predict everything, or did you not?”
The man’s eyes averted, his bushy eyebrows furrowing downward in thought. After a couple seconds, he shook his head nervously, “No… No no no, you wouldn’t want that, son-”
“Excuse me?”
“-sir. Beggin’ your pardon, I meant sir.” Amended the man. As much as I should, I didn’t press further on his suddenly forgetting his place. “It’s not good for a boy young as yourself to know everything that is to happen in your life. Why, I’d be afraid it would drive any poor chap mad.
“I’d say that stands to reason with some perceivable proof, would it not?” Challenged I once more. I was not going to let this go.
Before he could give another answer, another idea popped into my mind. “How about this? I’ll give you 100 chapts if you tell me. Then, for everything you say that indeed comes true, I’ll give you an additional 50. Should you get everything right, you’ll be quite set for the rest of your, or rather my, life, now would you? If need be, I’ll even have a scribe come to write down everything you could possibly divine. What say you to that?”
As I had spoken this, I had seen his expression change considerably. Though the money was mere pocket change to me, I knew it was much more than that to him. As father always told me, money can change a man’s mind in a solid heartbeat. It rarely ever failed.
The man licked his chapped lips as he stared downward. After some time, he looked back to me. “… Are you sure you want to do this, sir? This could very well be the biggest mistake you make. Knowing your whole life-”
“Do we have an accord or not?” I interrupted, losing my patience. If I was to be honest, only half of me wanted his claims to be true. The other half wanted to see this man fall victim to his own lunatic lies. But one could only hold my attention for so long without boring me by constant hesitation. The nerve, even! A peasant worrying over and doubting the pristine decisions of nobility… I wondered if there was a punishable offense for that too.
A heavy sigh emitted from the man as he shook his head once more. My shoulders slumped, bracing for the coming ‘no’. But instead, he held out his hand.
“Accorded it is, sir. I have to feed my daughter, after all.” Upon seeing my disgusted face when looking down at his hand, he dropped it back to his side. “I just hope you don’t come to regret this later.”
“As do I hope that for you.” I told him with all the arrogance a young boy could muster. I had the utmost confidence that, if someone were in the danger of regretting this exchange of words, it would have been him.
Of course, as we learn upon looking back at our twelve year-old selves, we are able to see just how wrong we really were back then.
As was I. And that terrible mistake that occurred in that busy street side of Revoc is only the beginning.
“I predict the world will end in 2012.” Yeah? Well I don’t like to plan my death. I think it should be something that just happens. You’re sick. Pessimists…
I predict the future will be amazing furtive and strong be happy and splendid with smart and healthy youth . Youth with a mind of there own not there parents mind and do amazing thing ls
predict the future predictions augury entrails you think of what you’d like compounded with what you expect an idealized version of someone you pretend isn’t ideal but really is a much more optimistic idea of who you are and who you may end up i am never old enough to predict what is ahead of me
I predict a future where the world will be accepting of the things we regard as wrong and unacceptable today. There will be new prejudices and new hate crimes, but we will learn to respect those we disregard today. There will be a different reason to hate, but the reasons today will be gone.
I wish I could predict the future like a fortune teller. If I could predict the future I would never get caught in the rain without an umbrella. I would also be rich because I could be an expert gambler and place bets on sporting events and win lots of money. That would be cool.
i want to be able to see the future. to know where my life is going and to be sure everything will all work out okay. i want to be able to predict the uncertainties in my life and to know that brad and i will stay together and he will move to new england with me.
I wish I could predict what you’ll say. Do you like me? Love me? Want me as your girlfriend!? I want you as my boyfriend. I like you. I might love you. I think you’re wonderful. I think you’re adorable. I want you to kiss me and hold me and just be with me. I like that you believe in God, same as me. I like that you talk to my dad and seem to enjoy his presence. Even seeking out his company. I like that you like my writing. And that you skip your church to come to mine. I love how you smile and I love your laugh. I know I’m way off track from “predict”, but I dont care. Yeah, so… That’s it. Byebye.:)
“Oh, sure, I could tell you the future if you wanted. I could even tell you your future! It’s not that hard to do, you know. But ask yourself, you wanna live the life that I see for you?”
“What is that suppose to mean?”
“Prophecy is impossible to escape. Once you know where you’re going, how will you get anywhere else?”
You can’t predict the future. People try all the time. Psychics, horoscopes, even simple bets about outcomes. In actuality, everything is about luck, and luck chooses one who is not trying to find it. Sucks, don’t it?
alot of times we try and predict. we try to predict who we will be, what we will do, who we will be friends with. however, as many say when you plan, God laughs. so i am not going to try and predict. no im just going to live and hope that everything i hope for happens.
He always predicted that she’d fall for him one day. Everyone used to say he was crazy. After a few years however, they started to agree with him. They too started to predict when she’d say yes. He never did tell them when she said yes. It was much earlier than everyone thought.
I could not in my wildest dreams determine what was on his mind. Sweat was beading at his forehead, and he had this nervous tick that only came about in very stressful times. I saw his hand disappear.The ring was shocking. He held it out to me and simply said, “marry me?”
I predict that life is going to get better soon! Things have been so hectic lately. I am looking forward to getting the balcony at my office ready, with potted flowers, and one thing fun — a fairy, a frog, a gnome — who knows? But I predict that it will be fun to find that one thing that will make that balcony an inviting and fun place to be! Hooray!
You can never predict the future, you can try but it will never come to what you want it to be and all you can do is just follow where life takes you and not make any predictions about others or life in itself. You are meant to enjoy the ride and roadblocks come when you predict what you want and not what god truly wants for your own life.
I couldn’t have if I wanted to; I never would have dared to dream it would be so perfect. But the shooting star at the end of the night sealed the deal…it was a success to last a lifetime.
We were joined in the old-fashioned sense of the word now…man and wife. And it comforted me more than I would ever have predicted…
Don’t try to predict what’s to come, you may end up falling short of your predictions. You have fireworks blasting about in your mind, but in reality this show might not be so vibrant, and you’re left disappointed and yearning for the times in your mind. Let it go, you may be pleasantly surprised when you don’t have your over-the-top thoughts to measure reality against.
A drumbeat sounded in the background. Slow and steady, adding to the already smoke-choked atmosphere. Oracles were fussy about those sort of details. The conditions had to be absolutely perfect, or so they claimed.
My wants and predictions are usually not in sync with one another. I predict another month of struggling through a broken heart… a thousand pieces shattered on the dusty floorboards.
I cant predict the future or anything really. Especially not the weather. Predicting isnt a serious profession or a serious noun for that matter. Its subjective to the viewer.
She couldn’t see the future; no one could. But somehow she knew that it was going to happen. She had always known. Maybe she had never known the true moment – the time of day, the hour, minute, second. But she knew, and that was enough.
I can’t predict what will happen during our upcoming trip to Kenya, but I do know that it will exceed all of my expectations. I am so looking forward to reconnecting with friends and being able to be a voice for the stories that long to be told.
I predict that in one year I will be better off than I am now because I would have learned a lot about myself. Because of lessons learned and lessons still to be learned I really want to see a different Lewis Guest IV by the grace of God alone
I saw this coming. I knew it would happen. I knew it! I saw it coming for years, months, hell, Decades! I just don’t know what to do now that it’s finally happened. He’d left, and he’d run off with her best friend. They’d dated before she’d met him, but he’d always promised her all feelings were gone.
determine, decide something before you know what will happen, try to determine an outcome before you know what really happens, like a hypothesis
i predict that the heat is not going away for a very long time
i predict that there will be no rain to provide relief
i predict that my vision will get worse
as will my walking, my numbness, and my thinking
i predict that i won’t feel any better until about december
i hate this freakin MS beast…..
i predict i’m only gonna get worse
As his eyes became stone cold and blackened, I knew he was seeing something. He was the son of Apollo, after all. This happened, right? The thing was was that I never was alone to try to figure out how to get him out of this state. There had always been someone around to help me. But now I was alone to see what he was going to predict from a prophecy.
The future. The weather. The answer. The Reaction.
But what is the point? Would your decision change?
I could not have predicted that I would have enjoyed or even experienced dancing with my daughter in her junior high school gym, singing to her “you are amazing, just the way you are!” But that happened, today, and I will never forget it.
its what we do about people. the weather. our futures. Guess work, that is what it all is. We can never be sure. Yet, why do we base so much off of these predictions? What is it about the human race that makes us act like that? Are we human because we look at the stars? Or do we look at the stars because we are human?
I predict this is not going to go over well. Why? Because who is prepared for these things. Just need to make the best of it and move forward. When life throws you lemons…throw them back. Do something. Review the process and decide if that’s what you want to do. My predictions though, aren’t always accurate.
IPREDICT I WILL ONE DAY BE GREAT!
I predict my mind matters little when you are here, finally arrived from the deep seed of a hope long ago. I never intended to wait so long, but there you are still underneath it all, facing up to the world and it’s shadows. Somewhere in the deep down deep you were waiting too, to know who we were when oceans collide.
In the future, fortune tellers will predict the past because everyone will have amnesia. If not amnesia then it will be a bit like fallout 3 where we all lived in vaults for so long that no one knows what our real past was/is.
My hope?
He’ll turn around.
My prediction?
He won’t.
“Tell me a name. Any name at all – first and last, mind you, and I’ll be able to predict any and everything that will transpire throughout their lives!!” The man waved his arms at either side of him, as if he were about to embrace me in a hug, and threw up the biggest, widest, most jovial smile anybody would ever be able to behold. Was it wrong that when I saw that expression, I at first thought, ‘Oh, so that’s what a genuine smile – what happiness – is supposed to look like..?’ In my world, full of diamonds, dresses, and extravagance… why had I never seen such a smile? Heck, for this one, it even reached to his eyes.
And he was a peasant, of all things. A peasant!!
Still, happy or not, I remained skeptical. How could one person know such things? Powers were not unheard of. But that did not stand to reason that every woven tapestry of tales someone presents you should automatically be deemed true.
“Any name, you say?” I said, letting it show that I was not convinced. Jutting my chin upward so I could attempt to look down on him (which was a failure from the start, given my rather small stature in comparison), I challenged, “Alright… So what would you predict about me, then?”
The man smiled again, this time parting his lips in the process in order to show his grimy teeth. Shouldn’t have surprised me to see such a deplorably dirty mouth. There wasn’t an inch on him that was clean, if I dared say. “On yourself, eh? Well, what would you like to know?” A glint shone in his eyes as he straightened his back. “Or rather… when? Would you like to know what will happen tomorrow? A week from now? Seven years, even?”
There wasn’t much to deliberate upon with that question. “I want to know everything.”
The man’s smile vanished. For a moment, he looked at me as if I said the strangest thing in the world. “Everything, you say?”
“Yes. Everything. You said you could predict everything, or did you not?”
The man’s eyes averted, his bushy eyebrows furrowing downward in thought. After a couple seconds, he shook his head nervously, “No… No no no, you wouldn’t want that, son-”
“Excuse me?”
“-sir. Beggin’ your pardon, I meant sir.” Amended the man. As much as I should, I didn’t press further on his suddenly forgetting his place. “It’s not good for a boy young as yourself to know everything that is to happen in your life. Why, I’d be afraid it would drive any poor chap mad.
“I’d say that stands to reason with some perceivable proof, would it not?” Challenged I once more. I was not going to let this go.
Before he could give another answer, another idea popped into my mind. “How about this? I’ll give you 100 chapts if you tell me. Then, for everything you say that indeed comes true, I’ll give you an additional 50. Should you get everything right, you’ll be quite set for the rest of your, or rather my, life, now would you? If need be, I’ll even have a scribe come to write down everything you could possibly divine. What say you to that?”
As I had spoken this, I had seen his expression change considerably. Though the money was mere pocket change to me, I knew it was much more than that to him. As father always told me, money can change a man’s mind in a solid heartbeat. It rarely ever failed.
The man licked his chapped lips as he stared downward. After some time, he looked back to me. “… Are you sure you want to do this, sir? This could very well be the biggest mistake you make. Knowing your whole life-”
“Do we have an accord or not?” I interrupted, losing my patience. If I was to be honest, only half of me wanted his claims to be true. The other half wanted to see this man fall victim to his own lunatic lies. But one could only hold my attention for so long without boring me by constant hesitation. The nerve, even! A peasant worrying over and doubting the pristine decisions of nobility… I wondered if there was a punishable offense for that too.
A heavy sigh emitted from the man as he shook his head once more. My shoulders slumped, bracing for the coming ‘no’. But instead, he held out his hand.
“Accorded it is, sir. I have to feed my daughter, after all.” Upon seeing my disgusted face when looking down at his hand, he dropped it back to his side. “I just hope you don’t come to regret this later.”
“As do I hope that for you.” I told him with all the arrogance a young boy could muster. I had the utmost confidence that, if someone were in the danger of regretting this exchange of words, it would have been him.
Of course, as we learn upon looking back at our twelve year-old selves, we are able to see just how wrong we really were back then.
As was I. And that terrible mistake that occurred in that busy street side of Revoc is only the beginning.
And this here… is my story.
“I predict the world will end in 2012.” Yeah? Well I don’t like to plan my death. I think it should be something that just happens. You’re sick. Pessimists…
if the weather was predictable, then our expectations would hardly change and we would be constantly surprised.
I predict the future will be amazing furtive and strong be happy and splendid with smart and healthy youth . Youth with a mind of there own not there parents mind and do amazing thing ls
predict the future predictions augury entrails you think of what you’d like compounded with what you expect an idealized version of someone you pretend isn’t ideal but really is a much more optimistic idea of who you are and who you may end up i am never old enough to predict what is ahead of me
I predict a future where the world will be accepting of the things we regard as wrong and unacceptable today. There will be new prejudices and new hate crimes, but we will learn to respect those we disregard today. There will be a different reason to hate, but the reasons today will be gone.
I wish I could predict the future like a fortune teller. If I could predict the future I would never get caught in the rain without an umbrella. I would also be rich because I could be an expert gambler and place bets on sporting events and win lots of money. That would be cool.
i want to be able to see the future. to know where my life is going and to be sure everything will all work out okay. i want to be able to predict the uncertainties in my life and to know that brad and i will stay together and he will move to new england with me.
I wish I could predict what you’ll say. Do you like me? Love me? Want me as your girlfriend!? I want you as my boyfriend. I like you. I might love you. I think you’re wonderful. I think you’re adorable. I want you to kiss me and hold me and just be with me. I like that you believe in God, same as me. I like that you talk to my dad and seem to enjoy his presence. Even seeking out his company. I like that you like my writing. And that you skip your church to come to mine. I love how you smile and I love your laugh. I know I’m way off track from “predict”, but I dont care. Yeah, so… That’s it. Byebye.:)
“Oh, sure, I could tell you the future if you wanted. I could even tell you your future! It’s not that hard to do, you know. But ask yourself, you wanna live the life that I see for you?”
“What is that suppose to mean?”
“Prophecy is impossible to escape. Once you know where you’re going, how will you get anywhere else?”
You can’t predict the future. People try all the time. Psychics, horoscopes, even simple bets about outcomes. In actuality, everything is about luck, and luck chooses one who is not trying to find it. Sucks, don’t it?
alot of times we try and predict. we try to predict who we will be, what we will do, who we will be friends with. however, as many say when you plan, God laughs. so i am not going to try and predict. no im just going to live and hope that everything i hope for happens.
He always predicted that she’d fall for him one day. Everyone used to say he was crazy. After a few years however, they started to agree with him. They too started to predict when she’d say yes. He never did tell them when she said yes. It was much earlier than everyone thought.
I could not in my wildest dreams determine what was on his mind. Sweat was beading at his forehead, and he had this nervous tick that only came about in very stressful times. I saw his hand disappear.The ring was shocking. He held it out to me and simply said, “marry me?”
I predict that life is going to get better soon! Things have been so hectic lately. I am looking forward to getting the balcony at my office ready, with potted flowers, and one thing fun — a fairy, a frog, a gnome — who knows? But I predict that it will be fun to find that one thing that will make that balcony an inviting and fun place to be! Hooray!
You can never predict the future, you can try but it will never come to what you want it to be and all you can do is just follow where life takes you and not make any predictions about others or life in itself. You are meant to enjoy the ride and roadblocks come when you predict what you want and not what god truly wants for your own life.
I couldn’t have if I wanted to; I never would have dared to dream it would be so perfect. But the shooting star at the end of the night sealed the deal…it was a success to last a lifetime.
We were joined in the old-fashioned sense of the word now…man and wife. And it comforted me more than I would ever have predicted…
im not predcitible, or am i?
boaring, stupid, easy?
fingers crossed im not…
Don’t try to predict what’s to come, you may end up falling short of your predictions. You have fireworks blasting about in your mind, but in reality this show might not be so vibrant, and you’re left disappointed and yearning for the times in your mind. Let it go, you may be pleasantly surprised when you don’t have your over-the-top thoughts to measure reality against.
A drumbeat sounded in the background. Slow and steady, adding to the already smoke-choked atmosphere. Oracles were fussy about those sort of details. The conditions had to be absolutely perfect, or so they claimed.
My wants and predictions are usually not in sync with one another. I predict another month of struggling through a broken heart… a thousand pieces shattered on the dusty floorboards.
I cant predict the future or anything really. Especially not the weather. Predicting isnt a serious profession or a serious noun for that matter. Its subjective to the viewer.
She couldn’t see the future; no one could. But somehow she knew that it was going to happen. She had always known. Maybe she had never known the true moment – the time of day, the hour, minute, second. But she knew, and that was enough.
I can’t predict what will happen during our upcoming trip to Kenya, but I do know that it will exceed all of my expectations. I am so looking forward to reconnecting with friends and being able to be a voice for the stories that long to be told.
predict 700 mile an hour winds. a mountain of water surging toward you. the valley of ocean that gapes above you; to the stars or be crushed to death.
No one can predict the future
Not tomorrow
Not even the next minute
But we can prepare for the future
I predict that in one year I will be better off than I am now because I would have learned a lot about myself. Because of lessons learned and lessons still to be learned I really want to see a different Lewis Guest IV by the grace of God alone
You can’t truly predict anything. You can only make the best guess from the facts you have.
I saw this coming. I knew it would happen. I knew it! I saw it coming for years, months, hell, Decades! I just don’t know what to do now that it’s finally happened. He’d left, and he’d run off with her best friend. They’d dated before she’d met him, but he’d always promised her all feelings were gone.