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violent upheavals of the masses. respect change. change respect. evolutionary catalyst. anger. red. street art. graffiti. statements. power to the people.
By Chris Lalley URL on 10.28.2011
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By Krista Gibbons on 10.28.2011
The volume of their voices was unbearable. Glass shook. Lights danced a ballet of violence all along the street. Somewhere, somebody shattered.
I shook myself, ran away from the window, headed to the back of the house. It was probably too late, but I had to try to get away.
By Aly Blythe URL on 10.28.2011
occupy the world
fighting for rights
lots of protests & riots
By Lila on 10.28.2011
there are riots every where around us.but we never try to solve those problems.instead we just keep on watching what is going on.that is the reason y tere are still problems among people.if we do something to prevent these, world will become a better place to live in.
By Meera on 10.28.2011
riots hurt people. riots are bad. people get wounded in riots. riots are a form of protesting. riots can be good but they are usually bad.
By pArMiDa EnKeShAfI URL on 10.28.2011
The streets were clogged with acrid smoke from burning gasoline, the windows shattering like diamonds and voices raised in unison like a chorus of the damned. He met her at the riots, the girl with the mascara-streaked face who roared like a lion in the face of everything she was against.
By Doctor noun, M.D. URL on 10.28.2011
watts. flames and death. spirits down to the crunch of the core of civil and disobedient. flux and flow, between hearts and minds and lovely rainbows of burnt corpses that spurt desperately, restlessly through the unrelenting sphere we call home. watts. ashes, people, ashes, people-ashes.
By diane URL on 10.29.2011
Hey, I’m gonna start my own friggin riot — because I THOUGHT that this time I would get a NEW word — I already did RIOT… but THEN I realized that there’s only friggin ONE word per DAY (hence, that whole “one word” thing). Oh ok, so now I get it. DOH.
By catmar URL on 10.29.2011
In Vancouver, riots riddled the streets after the Canucks lost the Staney cup. Just because one sporting event missed the expectations of hockey fans, a city which prides itself for its class and high economic status was turned to ruins, trashed beyond recognition. One Canada native from Surrey commented that it looked like a third world country.
By Katie on 10.29.2011
It had to be a riot. Why hadn’t he heard about it, though? And why was it going on in the first place?
He walked towards the stores. People were running this way and that, all streaming from inside the mall.
At first, he didn’t look at them. But then he caught a glimpse of one of their faces. What was wrong with it? Was that rotting flesh he saw?
That was when he noticed the smell. And the fact that one of them was heading straight for him.
By Chelseyann URL on 10.29.2011
Riots … I certainly do remember the riots. The Rodney King riots. They began in LA (justifiably, I might add), and continued on into Las Vegas. There is that connection between the two cities – one does reflect the other.
By Bonnie Cehovet URL on 10.29.2011
People out in the street. Protests, anger, violence, bombs, detritus, screams, victory, death. Who really won in the end?
By Preston on 10.29.2011
they are the worst i hate riots coz they destroy everything and people who do riots are bad i hate the people who do riots and i hate riots
By Aaro URL on 10.29.2011
Crashing drums direct the push, firebombs flying, that plexiglass right shield absorbing the blow…Windows break, chlidren huddle in the back, afraid.
By qwyrxian URL on 10.29.2011
Don’t throw stones. Throw flowers!
Don’t hit the policemen. Hug them!
Don’t think you’re better. Be better!
By Jens URL on 10.29.2011
The endless screams of terror and fear cut through the silence like a sharp blade as they signaled the start of the war. Innocent people ran with teary eyes and pounding hearts, only wanting the escape of their own and perhaps the family. There wasn’t a single pity given to the deaths of people, all there was on their minds was to run.
By inconsistency URL on 10.29.2011
they’re crazy. I don’t know what to think of them sometimes. I hope they have one for marijuana. That would be great. Maybe then they’d legalize it. That would be awesome. I wish mary jane was legal. Anyway, about the riots. Yeah, they’re crazy. Like that one that happened in England? Goodness gracious. That was terrible. I heard they burned down Harrods? That’s a pretty good store.
By Noura on 10.29.2011
In a close time, a riot has started. Riots for the ones that want to rule the world. If you don’t, you better find something else to do, because that’s what you’ll have in 2012. =D
By Nadia on 10.29.2011
i want to start a riot. i want to throw and break and destroy and cause chaos. i want something to happen! i do not want to sit quiet and and be content with my boring life. this might not be to the liking of many people and i might hear criticism but frankly i could not give a fuck.
i have always wondered what it feels like to be sprayed with a fireman’s hose, be pepper sprayed in the face or be hit by a baton…i bet it hurts a lot.
By Dennis URL on 10.29.2011
The riots were spiraling out of control. They were spreading the other parts of the country, like a virus infecting their citizens. They all revolted against the unjust treatment of them under their tyrannical government and would stop at nothing to overthrow them.
By Ian Ryan URL on 10.29.2011
riots are bad things that happen in places like mexico and cina and hungary and…why is it spelled hungary? Why isn’t it just hungry? because then people wouldnt spell it wrong all the time! ANyway, riots are a girls best friend…dont know why i wrot that.
By alleigh on 10.29.2011
Last thing I remember were these little quiet riots at the Van Halen concert.
By vanhaydu URL on 10.29.2011
Riots are black. The sky is the colour of Europe, gray and sad. Clusters of kids are staring into the sky, as if ink bleeding into parchment.
By Suzuki Mo on 10.29.2011
blood and screams of injustice spurt above the cacophony
By Essays35 on 10.29.2011
Are you bored?
The people inside the building will scream, some will fall. Run faster.
The papers will say more than they know. Excuse me, love, but isn’t Britain already broken?
Your mother will cry. She never understood.
Your father will be disappointed. He didn’t either.
The crowd might turn against you. They might not.
You don’t have a message or a cause. You just want violence. I wonder how long one brick through a window will satisfy you for.
Couldn’t you go play a board game or something, dear?
By Katy URL on 10.29.2011
Riots scare me. People don’t behave well in mobs. I just want to run the other way. Do riots accomplish anything other than invoking fear? Surely it is more effective to have non-violent disobedience.
By elizabeth b URL on 10.29.2011
A public act of violence by an unruly mob.A state of disorder involving group violence,A joke that seems extremely funny,A wild gathering involving excessive drinking and promiscuity. “Students were rioting everywhere in 1968″.They were out rioting last night”.Take part in a riot; disturb the public peace by engaging in a riot.Engage in boisterous, drunken merrymaking.
By jino on 10.29.2011
I hate riots. It’s so…well, no need to explain-you know how irritating riots are.
I think this website is good for everyone, especially those who wanna be writers, like me.
This is my first entry, and I like it! :D
By Krizia Marie Millanes URL on 10.29.2011
Riots, riots. Same word for today.
I don’t type very quickly, and I’m not new at writing, but I’m not a pro in it either.
I write for fun, and I’m 12.
Take me to the riot.
Neon lights, waking up the next morning, on a cold floor.
I hate it when I have to get to sleep.
Hiding in crowds, it’s not possible to feel like this.
By candiedsky URL on 10.29.2011
Here’s something for real.
There was a riot in our country years ago, and it was the only revolution without blood.
Well, it’s because of our former president -Corazon Aquino (rest in peace! )
She had to lie down. Standing or moving about caused her lungs to tighten. Then she found that being prostrate was equally stressful, and caused a riot in her bronchial tubes. She eventually learned to sleep sitting upright.
By Clarity URL on 10.29.2011
They were out on the street, laughing at times, reading proclamations at other times, giving the policeman flowers and then suddenly, the army ran in and clobbered them. There was blood mixed in with the flowers everywhere. When they came back, they meant business after that.
By chanpheng URL on 10.29.2011
They are dumb. People get hurt and innocent people end up getting their stuff vandalized.
By Cuscuna URL on 10.29.2011
there were crazy riots going on in the streets of New York. No one knew what to do. The police so helpless to everything. No one could be saved from the caous that broke through the streets.
By Renee on 10.29.2011
Raging, roaring, riveting.
The scuttle of feet and the pounding of
hearts, beating, endlessly, longingly.
There is silence,
But is there serenity?
By Kaleigh Dunn on 10.29.2011
Autumn gales whip at the branches, the green summer finery ripped to blaxing tatters of red and gold, whirling like bonfire embers against the boiling blue black sky.
By georgie on 10.29.2011
It’s a riot. Screaming, running, chaos. It never stops. Everywhere, its all around us. I can’t separate the truths from the lies that surround the mass, the horde of group think. It will destroy.
By rubymarlin URL on 10.29.2011
“the riots lasted for hours, for days, for weeks.” her voice is as rough as sandpaper, her skin a wrinkled sheet. “and i. watched it all. from the. window. staring down. the streets.” she pauses at uneven intervals. “i. watched. from. the window. did you see me? did you look up and see me watching my love did you see me i looked for you!” she speeds up terribly fast, her mind receding into a deep place inside her. “there, now, lets lay back down, shall we?” the nurse tries to soothe her. her face is stricken as she lays back down. “did you see me…”
By Dulcie URL on 10.29.2011