the side of the door is wet i cant make it dry omg omg omg i freaking out right now i can’t make it dryyyyyyyy omfg it’s making me crazy im gunna go crazy
I walked along the side of the building. Brick walls rose high above me. The night sky was black and ominous, not a star in sight. I stopped. My footsteps kept going. But that couldn’t be. No one could be here, not now. And still the footsteps echoed.
I love being by his side. Oh, my God. That first time when he put his arm around me, and we were just sitting there, watching TV and glancing awkwardly at each other, as if we didn’t both know we were about to kiss. And then we did. He pulled me closer to his side, and I kissed him like I meant it- because I did.
I don’t know what side I’m on. Whether I want it to continue. Whether I want it to end. Who knows what he believes. The sides of the coin always come up heads and I keep losing money. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern will understand.
Again! The word ‘side’. Will it haunt me for eternity? I have no wish to write a paragraph about sides! ‘Tis pointless, I tell you. All these sappy paragraphs above me… HA! I HAVE BETTER STORIES FOR THE WORD SIDE NOW. BE ENVIOUS, FOUL WRITERS OF ROMANCE– FOR I HAVE WRITTEN SOMETHING WITHOUT ROMANTIC THEMES NOR STALKERS BEHIND TREES. Have I used an adverb at all? NAY! Mr. S would nod in approval at the lack of adverbs in my writing.
My fucking sides haha man sides are awesome they hurt when you have fun there’s different types of sides you also have sidewalks but i like the sides that hurt when you laugh better because laughing is cool and sidewalks only prevent death and really who would want that? not a lot of blegh here because sides and only sides are allowed to be talked about because idk. sides
I have two sides to this story. Like, my story was sad, and his story was hilarious, but what are stories? Merely words to make up an entire idea, perhaps? Have I no conception of words, or stories? Confound thee, stories! Your sides stinketh. WAHA I have no brilliant story for the word ‘side’.
As I lay on my side, watching the tops of the grass move independantly in the warm-ish breeze, I was overcome with the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. I sat up, far too quickly – jarring my back, expecting to see a creepy man watching me pervertedly from behind a tree. What I saw, in fact, was emptiness.
As I was lying on my side, watching the grass move gently in the breeze, I had the overwhelming feling of being watched. I sat up quickly, jarring my back as I turned, expecting to see some creepy guy watching from behind a tree. I in fact, saw no-one
side to side, the boy went, rocking with the vast ship as the water around them turned. The churning made his stomach squirm, and he looked to the wood panels below him instead, fixing his eyes on a small knothole in the worn wood. He silently tried to remember happy thoughts, from before the voyage began, but all he could remember was the storm, this storm. He fought to remember a time when it was not raining on the back of his neck, when he could instead feel the sun beating steadily on his small shoulders. He could not. All he could imagine was the first rolling clouds, obscuring his view of the sun, or the light blue that was the sky. He pushed harder back into his memories, but was thrown back to reality as the ship pitched suddenly and threw him forward. He was free for a moment, susppended in the air like the seagulls that had so recently abandoned the ship to seek shelter elsewhere. Then he was broken, landing among the wooden crates and barrels sprawled on the corner of the large deck. He lay there quietlly, and for a moment, remembered something from before the raging storm came to him. It was a face, smiling tenderly at him. A woman’s face. Who was she? He calmly pondered the woman’s soft features, and fell into dark, the woman’s face accompanying him serenly.
Sometimes I wonder who’s side I’m really on. I pretend to take the side of someone I don’t even agree with simply to avoid conflict. It’s a flawed world. Under many circumstances I say things I hardly even mean. Agreeing is simple and easy. It takes a strong person to disagree and produce an argument.
This side or that, that was always the dilemma that confronted me. In life and after it. Which side? Which way to go? Which would define who I was and which would ruin me?
She would always sit to the side of the class, as she was very self-conscious of her height. She recalled that when she had been of around 10 or 12 she had been treated horribly by her peers because of her height, so she made sure of it from then on to sit in the side of the class, so that she would be out of her classmates’ views.
One side of a girl’s life is the one other people see, the other side is the one going on in her own head. The interior monologue that runs asymmetrically to the other ‘real’ side.
There are many different sides to people, each one has a different purpose. They each help a person through life. Sides, not only geometric, yet also a figurative way of explaining people and things, and their different aspects.
Side by side is what most people would start with I guess. My side is a bit lonely it feels, not visually but internally. I equate it sometimes with the definition of partner, and to be at someone’s side. Can it be an objective thing, just to have something at one’s side?
A person could have more than one sides. If you feel cool, one side of you is showed. If you feel bad, another side will rise up. Don’t be afraid to show all your sides to the other people, allowing them to know you infiniteless.
The word “side” implies I must have an opinion to choose, right or wrong, left or right. Sometimes I am happy to be in the middle or even better find the alternative above and beyond the side. The top or bottom if you will.
I sleep on my side frequently during the night. I like to sleep side by side with my husband and the little dog sleeps by my side almost every night. Of course I have to push her out of the way of my feet too.
we were sitting side by side as the cold wind made us get a little closer to each other and embrace our warmth…I knew it was going to be our last night together, and I knew that any single word I would use would be as futile as any attempt to hold her back, like an old anchor desparate to keep living what was already ended.
Everyone takes sides. No matter what you think you want to do, you end up taking a side. Even in movies, you automatically take a side. Usually it’s the protagonist. You can flip flop sides within seconds of new information, but even just in the beginning clips of a movie, you’ve already decided whether or not you like the protagonist, regardless of whether or not
It mocks me.
Green and pale, it sits there, unmoving, waiting for me to attempt to take the first bite.
Ah, but once it enters my mouth–
it moves, strangling, like a live monster.
I hate kale.
When I stood by his side I took his hand. “I’ll never leave him for you!” My voice sounded insecure. He stook my hand closer to him. “She’ll never do that!”
The other guy ran away.
Releaved I looked into his eyes. “I really wont,” I softly wishpered in his ears. “I know,” he said. After that last word I felt a sharp blade between my ribs. “You never will.”
Side? Sideways? You sleep sideways? I don’t. I sleep on my stomach. I guess if I shared a bed with someone, like you, I’d sleep sideways… but I don’t. Maybe you should break up with Ang! Then you’d get to sleep however you want. I’m not sacrificing my sleep position for some dumb guy. I sleep on my stomach.
With you, by my side, there is nothing I can think of, not one place in the world to visit, not one experience to be had, that I believe is impossible. You, by my side, I am invincible. Please, stay by my side.
I look to the side shyly. There she is. Waiting for me, lurking menacingly in the shadow of the building. I bolt in the other direction and hope she doesn’t notice. She snickers and takes off after me. I push harder running as far from her as possible. But shes fast. She lunges at me and pulls me down by my hood. I cry out as my face cracks against the concrete. Warm blood drips down my face, pouring into my eyes, and mouth. I struggle to free myself but her fist finds my jaw and once again I lay limp on the ground. She drills her fist into my gut knocking the air out of me. I gasp for a breath but its impossible with her knees bearing down on my chest. She scoots back and takes me by the hair pulling my face close to hers, but not close enough to contaminate her with my blood. “Freak.” She spits before throwing my head against the concrete. She stands above me. Before leaving she makes a point to stomp my stomach one last time. I immediately empty my stomach of everything. I lay there on the scorching concrete knowing exactly what I needed to do. Id never tot in and what’s the point in being around if you were only wasted space?
I leant over and grabbed last week’s copy of the TV guide. “That’s out of date.” Stan told me.
“I know, but some programmes are always on at the same time every week, so it doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
“The soaps and stuff. They’re always on the same side at the same time, aren’t they? So I was looking to see what time Eastenders comes on.”
“What do you want to know about Eastenders for? We never watch it.”
“I know, how do you think I’ve managed to avoid it for so long? I need to know so I can make sure I don’t watch it.”
“Oh.”
“See? I’m not as green as I am cabbage looking, am I? Hey?”
“Whatever you say. Quick turn it over, Eastenders is starting.”
a good side and a bad side and a side order of fries, pineapple on the side with pizza, delicious sides of all kinds await you in your dreams. The side of you is apparent in everything you do. Side a and side b are on vinyl records which I dearly love.
I’m trying to look at this from the other side. If I were suddenly thrown into a situation which forces me to make a decision one way or the other, on pain of serious consequences if I refuse, well I’d be a bit stressed too! So maybe I am being slightly unreasonable, and his accusations weren’t that far off the mark. I’m going to try to make things a little smoother for us, a bit gentler perhaps without the pressure to succeed. Hopefully then we won’t all feel like jumping out the window and leaving it to the cleaners! And I’m going to start moving in this new direction with cream cakes and coffee. Cream cakes and coffee for all, even for the cleaners. But they’ll have to tidy the mess up afterwards.
On one side of the argument, she was right. I could completely understand where she was coming from and in a sense, agreed with her. However, on the other side, she was acting like a child and making things into a bigger deal than they really were. What was I going to do? If I confronted her in front of everyone she would surely run around like a chicken without a head, freaking out at everyone.
One side of me says go for it, the other says don’t even think about it. I spend my days wondering where I will be in 10 years if I stay where I am, but my gut instinct says I won’t be happy. I’m scared, but I believe it’ll all work out somehow, some way. Which way do I go? Forward, that’s the only way.
the side of the door is wet i cant make it dry omg omg omg i freaking out right now i can’t make it dryyyyyyyy omfg it’s making me crazy im gunna go crazy
I walked along the side of the building. Brick walls rose high above me. The night sky was black and ominous, not a star in sight. I stopped. My footsteps kept going. But that couldn’t be. No one could be here, not now. And still the footsteps echoed.
I love being by his side. Oh, my God. That first time when he put his arm around me, and we were just sitting there, watching TV and glancing awkwardly at each other, as if we didn’t both know we were about to kiss. And then we did. He pulled me closer to his side, and I kissed him like I meant it- because I did.
I don’t know what side I’m on. Whether I want it to continue. Whether I want it to end. Who knows what he believes. The sides of the coin always come up heads and I keep losing money. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern will understand.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER WAS SMALL GIRL. She was looking for something and her eyes were frightened. Probably she lost something important or
Again! The word ‘side’. Will it haunt me for eternity? I have no wish to write a paragraph about sides! ‘Tis pointless, I tell you. All these sappy paragraphs above me… HA! I HAVE BETTER STORIES FOR THE WORD SIDE NOW. BE ENVIOUS, FOUL WRITERS OF ROMANCE– FOR I HAVE WRITTEN SOMETHING WITHOUT ROMANTIC THEMES NOR STALKERS BEHIND TREES. Have I used an adverb at all? NAY! Mr. S would nod in approval at the lack of adverbs in my writing.
JELLY BABIES! ALLONSY!!!
My fucking sides haha man sides are awesome they hurt when you have fun there’s different types of sides you also have sidewalks but i like the sides that hurt when you laugh better because laughing is cool and sidewalks only prevent death and really who would want that? not a lot of blegh here because sides and only sides are allowed to be talked about because idk. sides
I have two sides to this story. Like, my story was sad, and his story was hilarious, but what are stories? Merely words to make up an entire idea, perhaps? Have I no conception of words, or stories? Confound thee, stories! Your sides stinketh. WAHA I have no brilliant story for the word ‘side’.
As I lay on my side, watching the tops of the grass move independantly in the warm-ish breeze, I was overcome with the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. I sat up, far too quickly – jarring my back, expecting to see a creepy man watching me pervertedly from behind a tree. What I saw, in fact, was emptiness.
As I was lying on my side, watching the grass move gently in the breeze, I had the overwhelming feling of being watched. I sat up quickly, jarring my back as I turned, expecting to see some creepy guy watching from behind a tree. I in fact, saw no-one
side to side, the boy went, rocking with the vast ship as the water around them turned. The churning made his stomach squirm, and he looked to the wood panels below him instead, fixing his eyes on a small knothole in the worn wood. He silently tried to remember happy thoughts, from before the voyage began, but all he could remember was the storm, this storm. He fought to remember a time when it was not raining on the back of his neck, when he could instead feel the sun beating steadily on his small shoulders. He could not. All he could imagine was the first rolling clouds, obscuring his view of the sun, or the light blue that was the sky. He pushed harder back into his memories, but was thrown back to reality as the ship pitched suddenly and threw him forward. He was free for a moment, susppended in the air like the seagulls that had so recently abandoned the ship to seek shelter elsewhere. Then he was broken, landing among the wooden crates and barrels sprawled on the corner of the large deck. He lay there quietlly, and for a moment, remembered something from before the raging storm came to him. It was a face, smiling tenderly at him. A woman’s face. Who was she? He calmly pondered the woman’s soft features, and fell into dark, the woman’s face accompanying him serenly.
The other side I picture to be dark and scary at first then transform into a magical dream
Sometimes I wonder who’s side I’m really on. I pretend to take the side of someone I don’t even agree with simply to avoid conflict. It’s a flawed world. Under many circumstances I say things I hardly even mean. Agreeing is simple and easy. It takes a strong person to disagree and produce an argument.
“Side?”
“Again?”
Lisey stared at her twin for a few moments, before sighing. “I don’t really understand what you mean, Jake. . . .”
“I don’t think you have to understand, Lisey, you just have to do it.”
“Not getting you. . . .”
“Just pick your side and stick with it.”
Lisey frowned. The way their older brother had explained it the week before, “it” was much more complicated than that.
I can feel your fingertips walking up the side of my body, exploring the uncharted territory of my skin.
onside, beside sideways your side my side all sides of the situation side angle outside inside inside out snide side silly side what side are you on.
This side or that, that was always the dilemma that confronted me. In life and after it. Which side? Which way to go? Which would define who I was and which would ruin me?
I hate this side of me. I can’t control itand it´s driving me insane.
She would always sit to the side of the class, as she was very self-conscious of her height. She recalled that when she had been of around 10 or 12 she had been treated horribly by her peers because of her height, so she made sure of it from then on to sit in the side of the class, so that she would be out of her classmates’ views.
To the side of what? A building? A tree. Are we hiding behind the side of a building, or dashing past it. Am I beside something or is it beside me?
One side of a girl’s life is the one other people see, the other side is the one going on in her own head. The interior monologue that runs asymmetrically to the other ‘real’ side.
There are many different sides to people, each one has a different purpose. They each help a person through life. Sides, not only geometric, yet also a figurative way of explaining people and things, and their different aspects.
Side by side is what most people would start with I guess. My side is a bit lonely it feels, not visually but internally. I equate it sometimes with the definition of partner, and to be at someone’s side. Can it be an objective thing, just to have something at one’s side?
A person could have more than one sides. If you feel cool, one side of you is showed. If you feel bad, another side will rise up. Don’t be afraid to show all your sides to the other people, allowing them to know you infiniteless.
The word “side” implies I must have an opinion to choose, right or wrong, left or right. Sometimes I am happy to be in the middle or even better find the alternative above and beyond the side. The top or bottom if you will.
I sleep on my side frequently during the night. I like to sleep side by side with my husband and the little dog sleeps by my side almost every night. Of course I have to push her out of the way of my feet too.
we were sitting side by side as the cold wind made us get a little closer to each other and embrace our warmth…I knew it was going to be our last night together, and I knew that any single word I would use would be as futile as any attempt to hold her back, like an old anchor desparate to keep living what was already ended.
Everyone takes sides. No matter what you think you want to do, you end up taking a side. Even in movies, you automatically take a side. Usually it’s the protagonist. You can flip flop sides within seconds of new information, but even just in the beginning clips of a movie, you’ve already decided whether or not you like the protagonist, regardless of whether or not
It mocks me.
Green and pale, it sits there, unmoving, waiting for me to attempt to take the first bite.
Ah, but once it enters my mouth–
it moves, strangling, like a live monster.
I hate kale.
When I stood by his side I took his hand. “I’ll never leave him for you!” My voice sounded insecure. He stook my hand closer to him. “She’ll never do that!”
The other guy ran away.
Releaved I looked into his eyes. “I really wont,” I softly wishpered in his ears. “I know,” he said. After that last word I felt a sharp blade between my ribs. “You never will.”
square
something that doesn’t change
severeal points of view
good abd bad stuff
to watch something, analyse it
to the side of me is a beutiful soul… if i could have the beutiful soul beside me forever i wouldn’t have to write this… =-(
Side? Sideways? You sleep sideways? I don’t. I sleep on my stomach. I guess if I shared a bed with someone, like you, I’d sleep sideways… but I don’t. Maybe you should break up with Ang! Then you’d get to sleep however you want. I’m not sacrificing my sleep position for some dumb guy. I sleep on my stomach.
With you, by my side, there is nothing I can think of, not one place in the world to visit, not one experience to be had, that I believe is impossible. You, by my side, I am invincible. Please, stay by my side.
I look to the side shyly. There she is. Waiting for me, lurking menacingly in the shadow of the building. I bolt in the other direction and hope she doesn’t notice. She snickers and takes off after me. I push harder running as far from her as possible. But shes fast. She lunges at me and pulls me down by my hood. I cry out as my face cracks against the concrete. Warm blood drips down my face, pouring into my eyes, and mouth. I struggle to free myself but her fist finds my jaw and once again I lay limp on the ground. She drills her fist into my gut knocking the air out of me. I gasp for a breath but its impossible with her knees bearing down on my chest. She scoots back and takes me by the hair pulling my face close to hers, but not close enough to contaminate her with my blood. “Freak.” She spits before throwing my head against the concrete. She stands above me. Before leaving she makes a point to stomp my stomach one last time. I immediately empty my stomach of everything. I lay there on the scorching concrete knowing exactly what I needed to do. Id never tot in and what’s the point in being around if you were only wasted space?
I leant over and grabbed last week’s copy of the TV guide. “That’s out of date.” Stan told me.
“I know, but some programmes are always on at the same time every week, so it doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
“The soaps and stuff. They’re always on the same side at the same time, aren’t they? So I was looking to see what time Eastenders comes on.”
“What do you want to know about Eastenders for? We never watch it.”
“I know, how do you think I’ve managed to avoid it for so long? I need to know so I can make sure I don’t watch it.”
“Oh.”
“See? I’m not as green as I am cabbage looking, am I? Hey?”
“Whatever you say. Quick turn it over, Eastenders is starting.”
a good side and a bad side and a side order of fries, pineapple on the side with pizza, delicious sides of all kinds await you in your dreams. The side of you is apparent in everything you do. Side a and side b are on vinyl records which I dearly love.
I’m trying to look at this from the other side. If I were suddenly thrown into a situation which forces me to make a decision one way or the other, on pain of serious consequences if I refuse, well I’d be a bit stressed too! So maybe I am being slightly unreasonable, and his accusations weren’t that far off the mark. I’m going to try to make things a little smoother for us, a bit gentler perhaps without the pressure to succeed. Hopefully then we won’t all feel like jumping out the window and leaving it to the cleaners! And I’m going to start moving in this new direction with cream cakes and coffee. Cream cakes and coffee for all, even for the cleaners. But they’ll have to tidy the mess up afterwards.
On one side of the argument, she was right. I could completely understand where she was coming from and in a sense, agreed with her. However, on the other side, she was acting like a child and making things into a bigger deal than they really were. What was I going to do? If I confronted her in front of everyone she would surely run around like a chicken without a head, freaking out at everyone.
One side of me says go for it, the other says don’t even think about it. I spend my days wondering where I will be in 10 years if I stay where I am, but my gut instinct says I won’t be happy. I’m scared, but I believe it’ll all work out somehow, some way. Which way do I go? Forward, that’s the only way.