“I have to tell you something.” I whispered to him, our heads pressed close together under the security of the blanket.
“What?” He whispered back.
“I love you.”
Her secret was also mine and it was what bound us together. The fact that we knew something that no one else knew, that no one else understood, made us closer. But that was until the day she shared that secret with the world, and when, because of that, everyone became her friend. And I was left to watch her be loved by anyone but me.
What sort of secrets can a photo have? They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but maybe it’s worth a thousand unanswered questions, unrevealed secrets. Who knows if that smile is genuine?
Standing alone at the top of a spiral staircase, with a wind pushing at her back, a letter in her hand, and a compulsion to slip into the void between all the steps. A past that is inescapable, wound up in the dark folds of paper.
Secrets are never kept well from a group of tight-knit friends. We give secrets out with hopes of keeping them locked away, however, the most well-kept secret doesn’t see the light of day. Keeping a secret buried within is the only way to ensure that rumors do not begin.
Some people keep secrets when they are afraid to tell anyone about it for fear of retribution. However most secrets are actually safe. There is no need to keep a secret when most of the people around you are trustworthy. However keeping a secret for fun to surprise someone is nice.
Secrets can destroy the entire world if you let them. They run rampant like a plague in our governments each tearing them apart, bit by bit. Tread carefully, you dont always know what could trigger a collapse.
I’ve got a secret. But I won’t tell anyone. In fact, it’s so much a secret that even I don’t know. It’s floating around, somewhere, in my head, unrevealing and scared. What is my secret? I don’t even know.
are things that can be both dangerous and useful. It can burn you up inside to keep one to the point that its not worth it or it can be satisfying to help out a friend whose story needs to be kept
Secret. I just wrote about this. Why is this dumb site giving me the same words two times in a row? Or is this the default word…? Maybe I’m just really stupid and haven’t gotten the hang of this website, but you never know. It’s likely. I suck at technological things, you know. Meh. OH GOOD HEAVENS, COULD THE TIME BE UP ALREADY?! Oh, good.
I have a secret to tell you, but I am not allowed to tell. Why? Because why should you be more important than every other person in the world? What makes you better than everyone else – more worthy to hear my secret? I will tell someone. Sometime. But not now. Now I live with myself and my secrets, but maybe some day…
I have many. Well not many but a few.. but i think that everyone does and that’s healthy. We don’t all have to have one deepest darkest secret like people do in films. Although it can be difficult to know who to tell. It only takes one person to tell one other and rumours start
I am an open book, no secret to questions asked. locks and key held in heart and open up to ones that pass. Ask and you shall receive, no reason to deceive.
Secrets are really cool. I have lots of secrets. Like I love Bananananananas. And chicken. It feels like I all I eat is chicken. A lot of people don’t knwo how picky I am so I guess that counts as a secret. I like other peoples secrets
It hurts to have a secret. Secrets build barriers, which form as paper thin, at first. Then they expand over time, until you’re isolated completely from everyone and everything, and then it’s just you and your secret.
You keep your lips under lock and key, not letting a singer whisper escape. The tidbit is kept close to you, close to your heart, but it slowly eats you away from the inside; nobody else may know except for you, and that’s only the half of it.
secrets are kind of hard to keep i think, alot of my friends tell me secrets but i kinda just blab about them dont think im a bad or nasty person or anything because half the time im not but if someone tells me a secret im going to tell my best friend if she spreads it around then thats really not my problem then is it? no my point exactly
Everyone has a secret. Infact, it’s secrets that keep us sane. If all of our dirty laundry and such were out for everyone to know, then the world would be chaos. It’s secrets that keep the world revolving, keep people from killing one another, and keep you from going insane. My secret? I’m not sure…but I know I have a big one somewhere.
there’s a secret in the back of my mind. i can’t let anyone know. it’s a secret. but it’s sort of like life,m you know what i mean? like, it’s not meant for you to know, until the perfect time. like death. except no one will know this secret, ever, besides those that are dead. because they already know everything anyway, and none of that matters to them.
My world is shaking, literally. I hear the sound of something sliding open, probably a secret elevator door, giving the man and I entrance.
A blindfold slipped over my eyes and the man roughly binds my hands together. “Stay very still, or I’ll shoot.” I mentally picture the Beretta pointed at my forehead and shiver. He ties something rough around my waist and then starts to fiddle with something on his waist. “Stop the followers,” the man whispers, “if they don’t know the secret code, bring them to interrogation. If they give you any trouble…you know what to do.”
There were others. Probably they had seen me when I was a mile away, running towards their fortress. How did I not see them?
The man, who I’ve named Clum, slips one arm around my waist and whispers, “Hold on tight to me.” I’m about to argue, but the elevator door closes and instead of feeling solid ground beneath my boots, only a soft breeze caresses the soles of my shoes. And then, I’m falling. My fingers grasp Clum’s arm as he drops us down the empty elevator shaft. I don’t breath again until our feet touch the bottom.
Cold air blasts my face. Clum pushes me from the elevator shaft and I stumble atop smooth floors.
“Let me look at her,” a masculine voice asks Clum. “Take her to interr-”
“She said Isus,” Clum interrupts.
I hear hesitation in the man’s voice. “Take her to Sean.”
a secret is a bad thing! nobody should have secrets from eachother because in the end they will all be revealed and make peoples lives worse! but if secrets wouldent excist then peoples lives wud be more honest in the first place which is positive but also negative.
Shhhh. Whispered words. Cupped hands. These secrets are the ones that spread. But the real secrets of the world are the ones that shout from every rooftop, only to deaf ears.
It is important to keep secrets. Secrets are human beings’ way of confiding and setting up a collaboration with others. Keeping a secret creates a sense of belonging. It is a shared experience which cannot be replicated. It allows us to connect.
I like to keep secrets just as much as the next guy, but this one I just couldn’t. I mean who would? My best friend is a vampire for cheese sake! How was I supposed to know I’d be institutionalized for that? It’s horrible too, no one ever visits me. So I guess now… I must be insane…Since I’m so used to this.
a thing shared between two people. something sacred that should never be divulged. a bond of trust knowing that someone trusted you enough to share something so private with another.
this is a very controversial word, don’t you think? THE FIRST THING IT REMINDS ME OF IS ONE REPUBLIC’S SONG THOUGH. Secrets are scary, and the more you have, the more you know you’re fucked up. True friends keep secrets, for life.
Little Caroll came running up the stairs yelling almost as if she discovered uncle Anthony’s naughty secret. Her face was sweaty and persperated,but not a single tear. She had only found a dead mouse, oh no monster.
ugh, one problem i have with secrets is that i dont seem to be able to keep one. especially my own, i have always spilled out my secrets to anyone willing to lend a willing ear, and have, ultimately. always regretted this action.
I have a lot, but surprisingly, I can’t think of one single one. Well one person knows at least one of my secrets. No one would have known that I had a crush on this girl in my school last year unless they snuck into my room at boarding school and read my diary. Oh wait, that happened. I liked her so much, but not a single person knew, and I loved that. I love having secrets that no one knows. I wouldn’t mind having some more, but not bad ones, not dangerous secrets, It’s a secret that I’m a virgin. I don’t like telling people that, even when they ask, I’m 17, I guess that’s a good age to lose it. Especially if the world is going to end in December.. Haha,
Scribbled on paper, whispered in my ear. Grinning as I comprehend the content. This knowledge, true or not, may cause more problems than any tortured and war-ridden country’s army. This one thought, true or not, lying so daintily in my lap could help me so much….What shall I do with it? What kind of person do I want to be?…
Feels like we’re sharing an amazing secret; something no one else knows. we whisper sweet nothings, and laugh until we cry. Tease me and taunt me and push my boundaries. I love you.
the wind stole my breath
and wordless I was bereaved
of all my secrets.
“I have to tell you something.” I whispered to him, our heads pressed close together under the security of the blanket.
“What?” He whispered back.
“I love you.”
Her secret was also mine and it was what bound us together. The fact that we knew something that no one else knew, that no one else understood, made us closer. But that was until the day she shared that secret with the world, and when, because of that, everyone became her friend. And I was left to watch her be loved by anyone but me.
What sort of secrets can a photo have? They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but maybe it’s worth a thousand unanswered questions, unrevealed secrets. Who knows if that smile is genuine?
Standing alone at the top of a spiral staircase, with a wind pushing at her back, a letter in her hand, and a compulsion to slip into the void between all the steps. A past that is inescapable, wound up in the dark folds of paper.
Something hidden. You tell no one. Absolutely no one. Or else, well, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore would it?
Secrets are never kept well from a group of tight-knit friends. We give secrets out with hopes of keeping them locked away, however, the most well-kept secret doesn’t see the light of day. Keeping a secret buried within is the only way to ensure that rumors do not begin.
Espero que nunca me cuentes tus secretos porque eso significaría que esperas algo de mí y puede que yo no sepa lo que quieras.
Espero que nunca me cuentes tus secretos, porque eso significaría que esperas algo de mí y puede que yo no sepa qué es lo que quieres.
Some people keep secrets when they are afraid to tell anyone about it for fear of retribution. However most secrets are actually safe. There is no need to keep a secret when most of the people around you are trustworthy. However keeping a secret for fun to surprise someone is nice.
– Listen do you want to know a secret? Do you promise no to tell?
– Yep.
– I love you.
– I love you too!
Secrets can destroy the entire world if you let them. They run rampant like a plague in our governments each tearing them apart, bit by bit. Tread carefully, you dont always know what could trigger a collapse.
I’ve got a secret. But I won’t tell anyone. In fact, it’s so much a secret that even I don’t know. It’s floating around, somewhere, in my head, unrevealing and scared. What is my secret? I don’t even know.
are things that can be both dangerous and useful. It can burn you up inside to keep one to the point that its not worth it or it can be satisfying to help out a friend whose story needs to be kept
Secret. I just wrote about this. Why is this dumb site giving me the same words two times in a row? Or is this the default word…? Maybe I’m just really stupid and haven’t gotten the hang of this website, but you never know. It’s likely. I suck at technological things, you know. Meh. OH GOOD HEAVENS, COULD THE TIME BE UP ALREADY?! Oh, good.
I have a secret to tell you, but I am not allowed to tell. Why? Because why should you be more important than every other person in the world? What makes you better than everyone else – more worthy to hear my secret? I will tell someone. Sometime. But not now. Now I live with myself and my secrets, but maybe some day…
something you don’t want others to know, or very few people. Often something special, embarrasing or awkward.
I have many. Well not many but a few.. but i think that everyone does and that’s healthy. We don’t all have to have one deepest darkest secret like people do in films. Although it can be difficult to know who to tell. It only takes one person to tell one other and rumours start
I am an open book, no secret to questions asked. locks and key held in heart and open up to ones that pass. Ask and you shall receive, no reason to deceive.
Secrets are really cool. I have lots of secrets. Like I love Bananananananas. And chicken. It feels like I all I eat is chicken. A lot of people don’t knwo how picky I am so I guess that counts as a secret. I like other peoples secrets
It hurts to have a secret. Secrets build barriers, which form as paper thin, at first. Then they expand over time, until you’re isolated completely from everyone and everything, and then it’s just you and your secret.
You keep your lips under lock and key, not letting a singer whisper escape. The tidbit is kept close to you, close to your heart, but it slowly eats you away from the inside; nobody else may know except for you, and that’s only the half of it.
secrets are kind of hard to keep i think, alot of my friends tell me secrets but i kinda just blab about them dont think im a bad or nasty person or anything because half the time im not but if someone tells me a secret im going to tell my best friend if she spreads it around then thats really not my problem then is it? no my point exactly
Everyone has a secret. Infact, it’s secrets that keep us sane. If all of our dirty laundry and such were out for everyone to know, then the world would be chaos. It’s secrets that keep the world revolving, keep people from killing one another, and keep you from going insane. My secret? I’m not sure…but I know I have a big one somewhere.
there’s a secret in the back of my mind. i can’t let anyone know. it’s a secret. but it’s sort of like life,m you know what i mean? like, it’s not meant for you to know, until the perfect time. like death. except no one will know this secret, ever, besides those that are dead. because they already know everything anyway, and none of that matters to them.
My world is shaking, literally. I hear the sound of something sliding open, probably a secret elevator door, giving the man and I entrance.
A blindfold slipped over my eyes and the man roughly binds my hands together. “Stay very still, or I’ll shoot.” I mentally picture the Beretta pointed at my forehead and shiver. He ties something rough around my waist and then starts to fiddle with something on his waist. “Stop the followers,” the man whispers, “if they don’t know the secret code, bring them to interrogation. If they give you any trouble…you know what to do.”
There were others. Probably they had seen me when I was a mile away, running towards their fortress. How did I not see them?
The man, who I’ve named Clum, slips one arm around my waist and whispers, “Hold on tight to me.” I’m about to argue, but the elevator door closes and instead of feeling solid ground beneath my boots, only a soft breeze caresses the soles of my shoes. And then, I’m falling. My fingers grasp Clum’s arm as he drops us down the empty elevator shaft. I don’t breath again until our feet touch the bottom.
Cold air blasts my face. Clum pushes me from the elevator shaft and I stumble atop smooth floors.
“Let me look at her,” a masculine voice asks Clum. “Take her to interr-”
“She said Isus,” Clum interrupts.
I hear hesitation in the man’s voice. “Take her to Sean.”
a secret is a bad thing! nobody should have secrets from eachother because in the end they will all be revealed and make peoples lives worse! but if secrets wouldent excist then peoples lives wud be more honest in the first place which is positive but also negative.
I’m going to tell my friends about some secrets I have just kept secret for a long time.
Shhhh. Whispered words. Cupped hands. These secrets are the ones that spread. But the real secrets of the world are the ones that shout from every rooftop, only to deaf ears.
It is important to keep secrets. Secrets are human beings’ way of confiding and setting up a collaboration with others. Keeping a secret creates a sense of belonging. It is a shared experience which cannot be replicated. It allows us to connect.
I like to keep secrets just as much as the next guy, but this one I just couldn’t. I mean who would? My best friend is a vampire for cheese sake! How was I supposed to know I’d be institutionalized for that? It’s horrible too, no one ever visits me. So I guess now… I must be insane…Since I’m so used to this.
a thing shared between two people. something sacred that should never be divulged. a bond of trust knowing that someone trusted you enough to share something so private with another.
this is a very controversial word, don’t you think? THE FIRST THING IT REMINDS ME OF IS ONE REPUBLIC’S SONG THOUGH. Secrets are scary, and the more you have, the more you know you’re fucked up. True friends keep secrets, for life.
Little Caroll came running up the stairs yelling almost as if she discovered uncle Anthony’s naughty secret. Her face was sweaty and persperated,but not a single tear. She had only found a dead mouse, oh no monster.
ugh, one problem i have with secrets is that i dont seem to be able to keep one. especially my own, i have always spilled out my secrets to anyone willing to lend a willing ear, and have, ultimately. always regretted this action.
I have a lot, but surprisingly, I can’t think of one single one. Well one person knows at least one of my secrets. No one would have known that I had a crush on this girl in my school last year unless they snuck into my room at boarding school and read my diary. Oh wait, that happened. I liked her so much, but not a single person knew, and I loved that. I love having secrets that no one knows. I wouldn’t mind having some more, but not bad ones, not dangerous secrets, It’s a secret that I’m a virgin. I don’t like telling people that, even when they ask, I’m 17, I guess that’s a good age to lose it. Especially if the world is going to end in December.. Haha,
Some secrets are not worth knowing. I have one. You’re welcome to it but it’s not worth the rouille of knowing. And then you’ll have to keep it too.
Scribbled on paper, whispered in my ear. Grinning as I comprehend the content. This knowledge, true or not, may cause more problems than any tortured and war-ridden country’s army. This one thought, true or not, lying so daintily in my lap could help me so much….What shall I do with it? What kind of person do I want to be?…
Feels like we’re sharing an amazing secret; something no one else knows. we whisper sweet nothings, and laugh until we cry. Tease me and taunt me and push my boundaries. I love you.
her eyes were full of those damned secrets.
she watched him patiently, waiting for him to give in and just. fucking. ask.