There was something weird about this trial. No one seemed to think logically. She stood there and waited for their verdict. This was all a dream, and it seemed like there was no end to this rabbit hole. Why did she have to take the blame. She didn’t do anything.
The trial was about to begin. I felt my hands shaking. I was so nervous… what would the judges say. What if I failed. Would my family disown me if I failed… I’d herd of that happening before. Surely not. They would never do that to me.
The trail was greuling. Derek felt himself starting to sweat in his fine 3 piece suit. “Derek Hale, You have been found guilty of Murder in the first degree.”
trial balancing, legal, trial and error, trial by fire, harry potter, dueling, dueling wizards, magical things, you’re a wizard harry, harry is indeed a wizard, at first you don’t kill voldemort..trial trial again, wizards
Trial and error is why I think the way I do, to be honest. I’ve made more mistakes in my life than I’d like to remember but I wouldn’t go back and change a thing… no, I will stand before the Jury on judgement day and when the gavel falls I pray I am found worthy.
everything happens for a reason they say.
yeah, not so much. I can’t help but wonder why I was here before a court,
standing in trial for who-knows-what. Life’s confusing that way. meh. sue me for thinking other wise.
this was it: the final trial.
it was a test of my soul.
forget all the rest, this is a trial.
no error, no mistake, just trying to stay awake.
maybe forget that this life’s a mess.
a trial none the less. a trial none the less.
courtroom
to kill a mockingbird
one of the most fantastic trial lawyers of all time…even if he’s fictional
Gregory Peck does an amazing job in that courtroom at that STUPID trial
We followed the trail along the old brick buildings behind my house. You’d never been there so I took your hand in mine, even though it was cold and clammy, and tugged you along the worn path, your feet dragged along through the tangle of weeds…
so who was really on trial there? was it really i who deserved the inquisition? was i truly the criminal? or was it you, with your rot-evil words & accusations, with your uncertainty, fear & jealousy that you so expertly projected onto me? i’m starting to think, darling, that i should have been judge, jury, & executioner at that one.
You sit there and wonder how it all started. You don’t remember details anymore, just the sinking feeling in your stomach during the aftermath. They always ask you the same questions, tell you the same things. And you feel like you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, it’s simply a facade. So you nod your head and shake it appropriately, waiting for it all to end.
[Note: Has very offensive language. This bit takes place in the early 1900s, and would be narrated by a racist–what do you expect?]
There would be, as heard by the people, a trial.
Nothing more was said, or even done. It was a mystery to the town’s people as to WHY there was even a trial in the first place. He had obviously raped that girl, and he deserved to die and then burn in the seventh layer of Hell for his treacherous crime, the nigger.
Putting on the shoes to trial on the trail today. Balancing act on the eggshells, suspended above the ice floes, with the hornet’s nest within arm’s reach. My shoelaces keep coming untied. Nobody else has this problem. The Africanized honeybees are a little angrier today too. But the thin ice is slick, the sharks under it hungry, and the eggshells delicately hold the liquid yolks. Don’t let the egg dry on your shoes (or shoelaces). It hardens to a slick hard finish that only a conservator can remove.
The jury and their judgmental nudges.i took a glance up at the robed man with naivety in my eyes and tar in my stomach. They may as well cover me in feathers.
trial is like in court systems and stuff. or you can have a trial relationship. or a trial run at something. trial could be a lot of things because it has a lot of meanings. why am i doing this? do i really not have a life? wow.
trial and error they say- but is life really like that- sometimes you just know right? -I know that I knew that night…the night that I….met him…the stranger with stars in his eyes…heck it wasn’t just stars…it was the whole dang universe in there, you can understand can’t you? we were drawn together like magnets- we knew each-other like souls split after countless past lives had torn us apart; only to meet once more in the most unlikely place: a small dojo at the edge of town- a chapel in the daylight but at night a wonderful training ground for us fighters living out our lives blow by blow, kick by kick,laugh by laugh~ a club who’d become family overtime…but he was different we both were…yet I remind myself we were~fighters not lovers..I never was..and I just plain can’t be now…I’m a fighter always a fighter ..I only wish we could fight side by side again one day….so what do you say?
Trial. I’m watching Criminal Minds right now, which makes me think of trials, because criminals have to go through them. It makes me think about all those types of shows: Law and Order, Bones, CSI, etc. Oh shoot. The commercial is over, but I still have 40 seconds left! Dang. Criminals suck. I wish they wouldn’t do bad things. Everyone should just be happy and give lots of hugs.
The trial ended with the sound of a mallet and a shout.
Then, havoc.
Everywhere, screaming, crying, running around.
Everyone had gone insane.
Yet, there she sat. Clear-headed, with a smirk playing at her lips.
Trial and error. Batter-up, one will get medal, the other the cup. 18 and 20, 5 and 12, know that love, that emotion too well. Step right up, try your luck, you might find in the time you’ve spent, the love you have, or had, or will have, will have gone, be lost, or went.
Monti didn’t understand the hurt she could feel. She didn’t know why the burning eyes of mortals should torture her so. But here they were. The judge took his seat. The jury whispered back and forth inappropriately. The crowd was loaded and ready to burst. Peter smirked from the back of the room. She was here. She was about to burn for being a witch.
There are so many meanings in that one word. A trial by judge and jury, the conviction of a criminal or innocent, a term of justice. A trial as a test of courage, in which one proves oneself. A term of strength.
Trials are really just a test of faith. It is important to keep a good attitude towards yourself and towards God throughout trials because they will shape you into the person that God wants you to be. Trials and tests are blessings because they provide you with many opportunities to help others in the same position as you.
“Guilty” the words run by like a truck on the freeway. Guilty? e both knew that wasn’t true. It wasn’t him! I wanted to shout, “he didnt do it!” Tears welled up in my eyes, he looked in my eyes and for a second, he looks scared, damaged, like a little boy again, but just as quickly as it came, he was back to being the man, the guy who did the right thing, the guy everyone could depend on. Everyone except me.
“The trial will now begin! Raise your weapons men, the condemned will now climb to the pulpit
You very well know the crimes and barbarities this man has committed, we all think of him as a wretched being and yet, I wonder, he is not so evil as one might think.
His thieveries, corrupt acts and violations of the laws are nothing compared to our indifference to this man’s misery. How can we live proudful, with our heads held high, after we’ve passed right next this poor hobo completely ignoring his dying offsprings? How could we constantly deny this family the conditions they truly deserved? How could we let his only relatives die and now claim our right to call death upon him?
Guys, shoot everyone here that saw this man at least once and denied him the aid he always miserably, though politely, asked!
*Guns reluctantly pointing everywhere, comrades apparently ready to thoughtlessly kill each other, pointing their guns to the person next to them*
You are now thinking what is the reason behind this doing? There is none, don’t you see? There is no logic on condemning a man obliged by our stone-cold hearts to commit those actions when we refused to help him and take him out of that miserable situation. None!
I dare you punish yourselves for being this heartless. We do deserve to be punished after all for our egocentrism, our egotism, our ridiculous self-centred way of living!
Change yourself, change the others, and ultimately change the World!”
i dont no wat a trial is but im wrighting bout it. i dont even care! somethings jus odnt work out. i cant help it im not smart like a dictionary! im not perfect. But anyway! wat is trial? any one..?
trial and error is something people need in their lives. The magic unicorn didn’t get anywhere from just laying around and doing nothing. The magic unicorn was neither a lazy unicorn. He wasn’t always the magic unicorn. He was was once a said lonely unicorn like you.
I used to look forward to going to a trial, at least until the day when I had jury duty. It was a simple case. That meant the jury had to sit in the jury room for hours on end. The highlight was that they made me the foreman so I got to read the verdict. He was guilty.
I stood at the podium nervously watching my fidgety hands and clasped them in my lap to keep them still. I shuffled the papers and looked sideways at my lawyer. I swallowed hard.
the rasberries melt on my tongue as I wait for the judge. Who knows whether or not I will make it out into the sunshine again for a long while, so I may as well enjoy these final moments before I step before the crowd who will decide my fate.
There was something weird about this trial. No one seemed to think logically. She stood there and waited for their verdict. This was all a dream, and it seemed like there was no end to this rabbit hole. Why did she have to take the blame. She didn’t do anything.
The trial was about to begin. I felt my hands shaking. I was so nervous… what would the judges say. What if I failed. Would my family disown me if I failed… I’d herd of that happening before. Surely not. They would never do that to me.
The trail was greuling. Derek felt himself starting to sweat in his fine 3 piece suit. “Derek Hale, You have been found guilty of Murder in the first degree.”
trial balancing, legal, trial and error, trial by fire, harry potter, dueling, dueling wizards, magical things, you’re a wizard harry, harry is indeed a wizard, at first you don’t kill voldemort..trial trial again, wizards
Trial and error is why I think the way I do, to be honest. I’ve made more mistakes in my life than I’d like to remember but I wouldn’t go back and change a thing… no, I will stand before the Jury on judgement day and when the gavel falls I pray I am found worthy.
everything happens for a reason they say.
yeah, not so much. I can’t help but wonder why I was here before a court,
standing in trial for who-knows-what. Life’s confusing that way. meh. sue me for thinking other wise.
this was it: the final trial.
it was a test of my soul.
forget all the rest, this is a trial.
no error, no mistake, just trying to stay awake.
maybe forget that this life’s a mess.
a trial none the less. a trial none the less.
courtroom
to kill a mockingbird
one of the most fantastic trial lawyers of all time…even if he’s fictional
Gregory Peck does an amazing job in that courtroom at that STUPID trial
We followed the trail along the old brick buildings behind my house. You’d never been there so I took your hand in mine, even though it was cold and clammy, and tugged you along the worn path, your feet dragged along through the tangle of weeds…
criminal, jail, lawyers, prosecutors. You go to trial to determine your fate. Sentence, judge, questions, defence, jury
so who was really on trial there? was it really i who deserved the inquisition? was i truly the criminal? or was it you, with your rot-evil words & accusations, with your uncertainty, fear & jealousy that you so expertly projected onto me? i’m starting to think, darling, that i should have been judge, jury, & executioner at that one.
You sit there and wonder how it all started. You don’t remember details anymore, just the sinking feeling in your stomach during the aftermath. They always ask you the same questions, tell you the same things. And you feel like you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, it’s simply a facade. So you nod your head and shake it appropriately, waiting for it all to end.
[Note: Has very offensive language. This bit takes place in the early 1900s, and would be narrated by a racist–what do you expect?]
There would be, as heard by the people, a trial.
Nothing more was said, or even done. It was a mystery to the town’s people as to WHY there was even a trial in the first place. He had obviously raped that girl, and he deserved to die and then burn in the seventh layer of Hell for his treacherous crime, the nigger.
But there would be a trial.
Putting on the shoes to trial on the trail today. Balancing act on the eggshells, suspended above the ice floes, with the hornet’s nest within arm’s reach. My shoelaces keep coming untied. Nobody else has this problem. The Africanized honeybees are a little angrier today too. But the thin ice is slick, the sharks under it hungry, and the eggshells delicately hold the liquid yolks. Don’t let the egg dry on your shoes (or shoelaces). It hardens to a slick hard finish that only a conservator can remove.
A weighing of souls, and their worth. A trial, like death, is something every being shares.
The jury and their judgmental nudges.i took a glance up at the robed man with naivety in my eyes and tar in my stomach. They may as well cover me in feathers.
trial is like in court systems and stuff. or you can have a trial relationship. or a trial run at something. trial could be a lot of things because it has a lot of meanings. why am i doing this? do i really not have a life? wow.
trial and error they say- but is life really like that- sometimes you just know right? -I know that I knew that night…the night that I….met him…the stranger with stars in his eyes…heck it wasn’t just stars…it was the whole dang universe in there, you can understand can’t you? we were drawn together like magnets- we knew each-other like souls split after countless past lives had torn us apart; only to meet once more in the most unlikely place: a small dojo at the edge of town- a chapel in the daylight but at night a wonderful training ground for us fighters living out our lives blow by blow, kick by kick,laugh by laugh~ a club who’d become family overtime…but he was different we both were…yet I remind myself we were~fighters not lovers..I never was..and I just plain can’t be now…I’m a fighter always a fighter ..I only wish we could fight side by side again one day….so what do you say?
I walked into the trial. ready to plead the case of the man i loved.
Trial. I’m watching Criminal Minds right now, which makes me think of trials, because criminals have to go through them. It makes me think about all those types of shows: Law and Order, Bones, CSI, etc. Oh shoot. The commercial is over, but I still have 40 seconds left! Dang. Criminals suck. I wish they wouldn’t do bad things. Everyone should just be happy and give lots of hugs.
The trial ended with the sound of a mallet and a shout.
Then, havoc.
Everywhere, screaming, crying, running around.
Everyone had gone insane.
Yet, there she sat. Clear-headed, with a smirk playing at her lips.
Trial and error. Batter-up, one will get medal, the other the cup. 18 and 20, 5 and 12, know that love, that emotion too well. Step right up, try your luck, you might find in the time you’ve spent, the love you have, or had, or will have, will have gone, be lost, or went.
I was on trial for a crime I didn’t commit.
It made no sense to me, that they believed I committed the crime. I am not the kind of person that would burn a neighbour’s house down.
Am I being framed? If so, who by?
Monti didn’t understand the hurt she could feel. She didn’t know why the burning eyes of mortals should torture her so. But here they were. The judge took his seat. The jury whispered back and forth inappropriately. The crowd was loaded and ready to burst. Peter smirked from the back of the room. She was here. She was about to burn for being a witch.
i am a thousand miles past the last time i thought that i could skate through a challenge on broken roller blades.
There are so many meanings in that one word. A trial by judge and jury, the conviction of a criminal or innocent, a term of justice. A trial as a test of courage, in which one proves oneself. A term of strength.
I don’t want to be put on public trial for loving him.
Trials are really just a test of faith. It is important to keep a good attitude towards yourself and towards God throughout trials because they will shape you into the person that God wants you to be. Trials and tests are blessings because they provide you with many opportunities to help others in the same position as you.
“Guilty” the words run by like a truck on the freeway. Guilty? e both knew that wasn’t true. It wasn’t him! I wanted to shout, “he didnt do it!” Tears welled up in my eyes, he looked in my eyes and for a second, he looks scared, damaged, like a little boy again, but just as quickly as it came, he was back to being the man, the guy who did the right thing, the guy everyone could depend on. Everyone except me.
I feel as if I am facing a trial within myself.
Am I guilty or innocent?
It varies.
I feel as if I am myself’s best jury, constantly weighing the options, struggling to find the truth.
Where is the evidence?
Where is the justice?
Does justice exist within me? Or will I forever be scorned?
Perhaps there is a hung jury.
The last trial. The last test run. Then the real thing… Before I can be taken seriously I have to show you what Im made of. How much crap I can take.
I need to show you my wings before I fly.
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not sure how this works. Trial? I’d like to have a free trial on some health program to see how this will improve my current health. blah blah balh
It was a Monday.
Well, not just any Monday.
Trial Monday.
That’s what I had taken to calling it, anyway.
Sid’s future would be decided today. There was no way around it. Either he’d come home with us, or he wouldn’t.
“The trial will now begin! Raise your weapons men, the condemned will now climb to the pulpit
You very well know the crimes and barbarities this man has committed, we all think of him as a wretched being and yet, I wonder, he is not so evil as one might think.
His thieveries, corrupt acts and violations of the laws are nothing compared to our indifference to this man’s misery. How can we live proudful, with our heads held high, after we’ve passed right next this poor hobo completely ignoring his dying offsprings? How could we constantly deny this family the conditions they truly deserved? How could we let his only relatives die and now claim our right to call death upon him?
Guys, shoot everyone here that saw this man at least once and denied him the aid he always miserably, though politely, asked!
*Guns reluctantly pointing everywhere, comrades apparently ready to thoughtlessly kill each other, pointing their guns to the person next to them*
You are now thinking what is the reason behind this doing? There is none, don’t you see? There is no logic on condemning a man obliged by our stone-cold hearts to commit those actions when we refused to help him and take him out of that miserable situation. None!
I dare you punish yourselves for being this heartless. We do deserve to be punished after all for our egocentrism, our egotism, our ridiculous self-centred way of living!
Change yourself, change the others, and ultimately change the World!”
i dont no wat a trial is but im wrighting bout it. i dont even care! somethings jus odnt work out. i cant help it im not smart like a dictionary! im not perfect. But anyway! wat is trial? any one..?
trial and error is something people need in their lives. The magic unicorn didn’t get anywhere from just laying around and doing nothing. The magic unicorn was neither a lazy unicorn. He wasn’t always the magic unicorn. He was was once a said lonely unicorn like you.
I used to look forward to going to a trial, at least until the day when I had jury duty. It was a simple case. That meant the jury had to sit in the jury room for hours on end. The highlight was that they made me the foreman so I got to read the verdict. He was guilty.
I stood at the podium nervously watching my fidgety hands and clasped them in my lap to keep them still. I shuffled the papers and looked sideways at my lawyer. I swallowed hard.
the rasberries melt on my tongue as I wait for the judge. Who knows whether or not I will make it out into the sunshine again for a long while, so I may as well enjoy these final moments before I step before the crowd who will decide my fate.