Taeyeon held her ego high but apparently it took too much time to actually do anything; thus, the said puny girl got hit by a squash. Yes, you read it correctly, a squash. The friggin fruit called squash.
She was making fruit salad on the faithful evening.
“This will not be over!” the leader screamed, irritated at her fellow members who are giggling aloud in the kitchen. “You all are going to pay for this!”
However, her words were vain and the riot continued for several hours. Why did it start, nobody knew except the mischievous girl, Tiffany, who accidentally switched Taeyeon’s camomile tea with Yuri’s maa because the shorter girl left the toilet open.
She came at me with such force I couldn’t contain myself. We fought with our consonants, our vowels puncturing our souls until we lay, spent on the floor.
Outside, everything was chaos, people screaming demands, aching to be heard over the noises and distractions of modern life. In the small apartment overlooking the riots, they were quiet, each silently wishing the other would express their desires on a cardboard sign.
“Ya, I know my jokes aren’t, like, laugh riots or whatnot, but c’mon,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger. “Those mu-fuhs totally could have, like, fake laughed or something. I am royal pissed now.”
The riots started on the dawn of the new century when the internet stopped working. All computerized connections were lost around the world and suddenly “it’s a small world after all” didn’t ring so true. In fact, to a population sixty-seven generations removed from the pre-networked-age, the world had never felt so large and foreign. In the matter of hours, the peoples’ digital expressions became physical and tangible. The threat of a resurgent dark age loomed.
The screams filled the air. Smoke screens flashed with flickering fire, and people ran. They were angry. Who wants to be so deranged that they put a manic on the throne? These people did not agree…they hate. They fear. And they fight.
Riots in the street. People want appeasement, governments want submission. When compromise brakes down, and the citizens are fed up, the violence of the street mobs get uglier and uglier.
Are happening now! OccupyEVERYTHING. Starting in New York–Central Park and spreading throughout the United States. People aren’t happy with our current government and they demand something be done about it!
Joe slammed a broken bottle into an old man’s ear and watched the front lobe burst like a bloated bloody balloon. Fragments of tissue and aural percussion stained the shards. He felt sick all of a sudden, surrounded by overturned cars with their dashboards on fire and Coldplay’s “Us Against the World” playing in the background. Painfully tranquil music as people dressed like him and battered like him and unshaven like him danced on top of hydrants screaming, “WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?!”
Sieben Idioten standen an der Brücke. Keiner wusste genau, was los ist, aber jeder übertönte den anderen.
“Ich hab es zuerst gesehen!”
“Jetzt lass mich auch mal gucken.”
“Ach du, geh, weg, du durftest gestern schon gucken.”
“Ich hab’s doch geahnt, dass wir nicht pünktlich zur Hochzeit kommen.”
“Hochzeit, Hochzeit! Dort ist ein Mensch gestorben, und du denkst nur an Hochzeit und an Saufen und Fressen!”
Everyone screams. Fire blares and screams roar. Terorr fills his body as he shakes. The riots are after him, he really did it this time. He’s insulted the country and the people.
Riots are a recent talking point across England because parts of London and other major cities started rioting. I think that these riots were unessecary and caused way more harm than good. Most of the people who were involved in the riots weren’t even doing it for the cause which started it. Disgusting.
I’ve never been involved in any type of riot of any large scale. I’ve never been a part of history. But i have seen riots. I have felt riots. I have been thrown from a building and just missed being caught down below. I have felt the screams, the cries, the pain. I may not be a part of history, but I have felt my own riots.
When I see the word “riots”, it makes me think about an angry mob of people who are protesting for something that they believe in. I also think back to the events that have already happened in the past, usually civil rights movements.
The streets were vacant. A dusty wind coursed through the alleyways pulling scraps of torn paper and cloth with them. Where were the people? The loud, clamoring protesters shouting their obscenities about the law to be passed. They were to begin at the crack of dawn. But instead, on these streets were the silent riots…the only ones that ever lasted in the face of this new government.
They cry out: stop. don’t. no. we. are. peaceful…and the fire bursts beside them. and the guns flare. and the noise grows. LOUDER. this is our…this is your…this is my city!
fire anger fear disguts government protest violence police water fire anger society situation staff club police brutality streets sublime april 26 1992 rodney king
Riots are probably the most brutal ways of showing one’s anger and despise over an issue. a lot of them are misplaced and can be done without. they cause mass killings and other such heinous crimes. riots can also be seen as laugh riots which one can look at in lighter spirit.
Riot.
People, rioting. Rioting for freedom. Rioting to live their own life. I will riot. Just not now. I will always be under her control, until I break free. I will riot. I will thrive. I will survive, for me. And only me.
Sometimes, she didn’t understand the riots. They went on for a very long time and she was very tired to see it. She asked her sister why it happened.
It just does, she replied.
She asked how to stop them.
Bite off the head, she replied.
And with a loud crunch, she bit the head of a piece of fried fish and chewed angrily.
Internal riot
against me
screaming and fighting
throwing things
punching my ribcage,
struggling to escape,
fighting themselves,
I am afraidafraidafraid
please don’t please
please stopstopstop
stopstopstop
my chest hurts
stop
please.
I look outside my window, taking in the sight of lit torches and sharp items. A store sits in front of the group of people and a girl is blocking the door, making sure the riot won’t enter her family’s store. I admire her for standing up against them. But, her fate will be a sad one.
I’m sick to death about what happened at Occupy Oakland. Please, oh please, let our country not descend into riots again. Bad in the 60s. Bad over Rodney King. Bad. Bad. Bad. There IS way to have peaceful discourse! So sad when the representatives of the “people” believe that corporations are people more than their flesh and blood constituents.
I saw a riot in the streets. I didn’t know what to do. Then I remember I had super powers. I flew into the fights and found the source. A giant snake the size of 2 busses. I shot a laser beam right at its heart. I killed it and snake scales fell all over all of us.
the riots are filled with people running down the street. children panicked as they were scooped up into their mothers’ arms. there was fire and anger raging in the heart of the city and no one had the power to stop it. who started the riots? it didn’t matter. the cause could not resolve this crisis. she said as she picked up her spoon.
Oh my riots sure do stir up the community. As a college student I kind of wish there would be some crazy college riot everybody hears about. I want to watch that shit! Canadians are now notorious for their rioting habits — thanks Vancouver. SM
i was walking down the street when i saw a couple riots going on . I saw trey in the riot protesting LSU losing a big game because their players were hurt, Maya in the one protesting animal crulity, and Sana in the one that was rioting about nothing. I decided to join the one with Maya, i told Rachel to come with me, and she came and brought Stephen with her. We have to stop animal crulity .
This was definitely war.
Taeyeon held her ego high but apparently it took too much time to actually do anything; thus, the said puny girl got hit by a squash. Yes, you read it correctly, a squash. The friggin fruit called squash.
She was making fruit salad on the faithful evening.
“This will not be over!” the leader screamed, irritated at her fellow members who are giggling aloud in the kitchen. “You all are going to pay for this!”
However, her words were vain and the riot continued for several hours. Why did it start, nobody knew except the mischievous girl, Tiffany, who accidentally switched Taeyeon’s camomile tea with Yuri’s maa because the shorter girl left the toilet open.
She came at me with such force I couldn’t contain myself. We fought with our consonants, our vowels puncturing our souls until we lay, spent on the floor.
Wait I already did this.
Whatever.
The Queen shivered, her head cradled in her own arms.
She wasn’t one of them.
She never was.
She wasn’t human, they said, she couldn’t be! The way she could move. The way the King, he lord husband looked at her?
Not Human.
screaming yelling
fights
echoing in my mind
a hollow howling box
four sides collapse
Outside, everything was chaos, people screaming demands, aching to be heard over the noises and distractions of modern life. In the small apartment overlooking the riots, they were quiet, each silently wishing the other would express their desires on a cardboard sign.
“Ya, I know my jokes aren’t, like, laugh riots or whatnot, but c’mon,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger. “Those mu-fuhs totally could have, like, fake laughed or something. I am royal pissed now.”
The riots started on the dawn of the new century when the internet stopped working. All computerized connections were lost around the world and suddenly “it’s a small world after all” didn’t ring so true. In fact, to a population sixty-seven generations removed from the pre-networked-age, the world had never felt so large and foreign. In the matter of hours, the peoples’ digital expressions became physical and tangible. The threat of a resurgent dark age loomed.
A riot is like a big group of people going with or against something. She wanted to start a riot because her kid was suspended from the school.
A big group of people that agree or disagree on a thing and they make a protest.
chaos. confusion. anger. pain.
When i see this word, I think of American Government.
a riot is a mad mob thats going towards someone!!!!!!!
A riot is a…….. I don’t know what a riot is so yea anyway I’m scared of clown if i see one today I’m going to freak.
The screams filled the air. Smoke screens flashed with flickering fire, and people ran. They were angry. Who wants to be so deranged that they put a manic on the throne? These people did not agree…they hate. They fear. And they fight.
Burning faces
Burning places
Light the fire
Kick the tire.
Fuck the cops,
who are they to care,
we are the ones who are everywhere.
Riots in the street. People want appeasement, governments want submission. When compromise brakes down, and the citizens are fed up, the violence of the street mobs get uglier and uglier.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies
ponies.
ponies.
ponies.
ponies
ponies.
crouds, groups, loud,
fights, sights, feelings,
people tend to get hurt,
trying to express ones feelings,
with different types of actions.
Are happening now! OccupyEVERYTHING. Starting in New York–Central Park and spreading throughout the United States. People aren’t happy with our current government and they demand something be done about it!
Joe slammed a broken bottle into an old man’s ear and watched the front lobe burst like a bloated bloody balloon. Fragments of tissue and aural percussion stained the shards. He felt sick all of a sudden, surrounded by overturned cars with their dashboards on fire and Coldplay’s “Us Against the World” playing in the background. Painfully tranquil music as people dressed like him and battered like him and unshaven like him danced on top of hydrants screaming, “WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?!”
Sieben Idioten standen an der Brücke. Keiner wusste genau, was los ist, aber jeder übertönte den anderen.
“Ich hab es zuerst gesehen!”
“Jetzt lass mich auch mal gucken.”
“Ach du, geh, weg, du durftest gestern schon gucken.”
“Ich hab’s doch geahnt, dass wir nicht pünktlich zur Hochzeit kommen.”
“Hochzeit, Hochzeit! Dort ist ein Mensch gestorben, und du denkst nur an Hochzeit und an Saufen und Fressen!”
the streets filled with people, children crying in the background, adults screaming out to the sea of panicked faces and empty meaning.
Everyone screams. Fire blares and screams roar. Terorr fills his body as he shakes. The riots are after him, he really did it this time. He’s insulted the country and the people.
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Riots are a recent talking point across England because parts of London and other major cities started rioting. I think that these riots were unessecary and caused way more harm than good. Most of the people who were involved in the riots weren’t even doing it for the cause which started it. Disgusting.
I’ve never been involved in any type of riot of any large scale. I’ve never been a part of history. But i have seen riots. I have felt riots. I have been thrown from a building and just missed being caught down below. I have felt the screams, the cries, the pain. I may not be a part of history, but I have felt my own riots.
When I see the word “riots”, it makes me think about an angry mob of people who are protesting for something that they believe in. I also think back to the events that have already happened in the past, usually civil rights movements.
The streets were vacant. A dusty wind coursed through the alleyways pulling scraps of torn paper and cloth with them. Where were the people? The loud, clamoring protesters shouting their obscenities about the law to be passed. They were to begin at the crack of dawn. But instead, on these streets were the silent riots…the only ones that ever lasted in the face of this new government.
They cry out: stop. don’t. no. we. are. peaceful…and the fire bursts beside them. and the guns flare. and the noise grows. LOUDER. this is our…this is your…this is my city!
fire anger fear disguts government protest violence police water fire anger society situation staff club police brutality streets sublime april 26 1992 rodney king
Riots are probably the most brutal ways of showing one’s anger and despise over an issue. a lot of them are misplaced and can be done without. they cause mass killings and other such heinous crimes. riots can also be seen as laugh riots which one can look at in lighter spirit.
Riot.
People, rioting. Rioting for freedom. Rioting to live their own life. I will riot. Just not now. I will always be under her control, until I break free. I will riot. I will thrive. I will survive, for me. And only me.
Sometimes, she didn’t understand the riots. They went on for a very long time and she was very tired to see it. She asked her sister why it happened.
It just does, she replied.
She asked how to stop them.
Bite off the head, she replied.
And with a loud crunch, she bit the head of a piece of fried fish and chewed angrily.
Internal riot
against me
screaming and fighting
throwing things
punching my ribcage,
struggling to escape,
fighting themselves,
I am afraidafraidafraid
please don’t please
please stopstopstop
stopstopstop
my chest hurts
stop
please.
I look outside my window, taking in the sight of lit torches and sharp items. A store sits in front of the group of people and a girl is blocking the door, making sure the riot won’t enter her family’s store. I admire her for standing up against them. But, her fate will be a sad one.
Riots
I’m sick to death about what happened at Occupy Oakland. Please, oh please, let our country not descend into riots again. Bad in the 60s. Bad over Rodney King. Bad. Bad. Bad. There IS way to have peaceful discourse! So sad when the representatives of the “people” believe that corporations are people more than their flesh and blood constituents.
I saw a riot in the streets. I didn’t know what to do. Then I remember I had super powers. I flew into the fights and found the source. A giant snake the size of 2 busses. I shot a laser beam right at its heart. I killed it and snake scales fell all over all of us.
the riots are filled with people running down the street. children panicked as they were scooped up into their mothers’ arms. there was fire and anger raging in the heart of the city and no one had the power to stop it. who started the riots? it didn’t matter. the cause could not resolve this crisis. she said as she picked up her spoon.
Oh my riots sure do stir up the community. As a college student I kind of wish there would be some crazy college riot everybody hears about. I want to watch that shit! Canadians are now notorious for their rioting habits — thanks Vancouver. SM
i was walking down the street when i saw a couple riots going on . I saw trey in the riot protesting LSU losing a big game because their players were hurt, Maya in the one protesting animal crulity, and Sana in the one that was rioting about nothing. I decided to join the one with Maya, i told Rachel to come with me, and she came and brought Stephen with her. We have to stop animal crulity .
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