i ran into the night swiftly. There werte several hidden leaf village men hidden in the brambles. But I knew they were there, disguised, undetected. With my right arm, once surrendered unusable by a Sand Village ninja, I grabbed a shuriken and threw it at the tree. The ninjas in the leaves of the
the demise of knowledge went undetected for a while. she had no idea that she allowed it to slip away from her. time had a tricky way of softening the blow of ignorance and disconnect. she thought she still had it til she was forced to put it to the test. she didnt have it at all. she had lost in and could only hope it wasnt forever
“How do we go undetected?” the kid asked.
His sister hushed him as she walked into the room in tiptoes.
“What do we do now?” the child repeated.
“Shut it.” she said.
The alarm went off and the police came.
Their father came and took them away, never to be seen again.
My mind went blank. I was sure that they would find me out. My eyes strained to see ahead, but my heart pumped my blood so hard to my head that the blackness started taking away my sight. But I went up to the door, passed through, and left the building unscathed and undetected.
Slipping through the doors to someone else’s private world is a skill some people have and some don’t. Those who do it well can do it undetected, and this scruffy man in the threadbare navy jacket could do it within fifteen minutes of meeting someone.
I sat undetected in the moonlight waiting for Paul Revere. He came riding on a horse as black as the night blanketing the moon. He gave me the message and off I went to warn and my town.
His feelings for me. Were undetected. I told him how I felt but..he told me he didn’t love me the way I loved him. “I’m sorry Dirk..I just feel that way.” Maybe I’ll prove to Jake that he loves me. Someday.
we slipped right through their radars, we were behind the moon, our eyes the size of the moon but we couldnt be bothered to stop and instead we continued thinking and giggling and spiraling towards lizards while musing about the veins on my hand who look older than i actually am like they are snakeing around under my skin.
exactly that.
His feelings for me. Were undetected. I told him how I felt but..he told me he didn’t love me the way I loved him. “I’m sorry Dirk..I just feel that way.” Maybe I’ll prove to Jake that he loves me. Someday.
“Daddy!” my daughter cried. “Theres a monster under my bed!”
I got up off of the couch and walked to her room, looking.
“nothing there!” i announced. I never checked the closet.
The microphone had laid undetected under her bed for the last eleven years. She only found it when she was throwing out the clothes her father had told her to keep for her children.
A spy, clad in black, slinking along the shadows. No matter how many cameras swivel their heads in their search, he will go on undetected. He is but a flash, a figment, a mirage.
She slinked into the grove undetected. If she played her cards right no one would ever discover her. This was a true case of art imitting life. Undetected, unworthy, unknown.
a spy hiding in the dark of night, a thief, that bit of stray hair, aliens, life, when you go to the bathroom at night when everyone else is asleep and no one is around to hear or see you. does that mean that you do not exist? perception is everything and if no one perceives you then you are undetected and do not exist.
Undetected, she creeped through the night streets, guided only by the light of the moon. Went straight up to the door and knocked, long and loud, looking round to make sure no one came up to her in the night and asked her where she was going.
He opened the door, frowned, said, “what do you want? who are you?”
“I… I wish to talk to Mr. Jumison.” she said, hesitating.
The undercover agent sat in his car, waiting, watching. He’d been stalking this same man for months on end, trying to catch a glimpse of how he worked, his motives and routines. The images of his countless victims flashed through his mind, the adrenaline making them all the more vivid. Tonight was the night; he would catch him in the act, the killer known simply as “The Undetected.”
I never knew it would be there. My mother found it first, hiding surreptitiously behind the cabinet. My father’s legacy, the meaning behind the disappearance- none of us would ever know why– or so we thought. Turns out we were wrong.
They slipped through the doors surprised. “Why didn’t-” Jacob started to ask, but, then he just kept going. Even if they passed the alarm system undetected, it didn’t mean they had all the time in the world.
She sat in the back of the room, undetected. No one noticed her, not the boys laughing in the front or the girls gossiping on the side. The teacher prattled on and on like a drone, and the girl, quiet and unnoticed, was daydreaming.
He slid through the door, undetected and unscathed. The receptionist at the desk was preoccupied with the chip in her nail polish to notice the shadow stealthily creeping behind her. He was so close; there was nothing to get in his way, except the guard dog.
I am always undetected to the world. No one notices me at all and everything I do is always unnoticed. It is like I am not even there in the world and I am nothing. Maybe I am nothing, an empty shell of someone who will forever be unnoticed, or undetected.
I screamed.
I cried.
I shouted.
The murder went undetected.
With invisible blood, there was no evidence.
When no one ever cared, there was no one to notice.
The murder went undetected.
Smooth, under the radar. Without losing your mind you duck under the film of scum that is the hive mind searching for your inner core. They won’t find you and you’ll pull them underground to see face to face the damage they’ve wrought to people’s lives. Those forgotten on the high ground.
It was an undetected illness. They told me he would be fine, because when he went in they couldn’t tell he was that sick. It just looked like the common cold, but when a couple weeks passed by he started getting terribly ill and no one knew what kind of cold would make him like that. It was tragic, and he went to bed, the next morning I woke up, and he was dead.
There was a butterfly at the mall but it went undetected. it was so lovely yet no one ever saw it. it went undetected in manly places other than just that mall though. even by the flowers. it was on a flower yet the flower didn’t notice. This made the butterfly very sad because it just wanted to be loved and noticed.
How it was that they passes undetected through the checkout was unbelievable. The kid had a toy up his shirt! But, sure enough, when we got home, there he was, playing with the toy that he had stolen with none of us being any the wiser.
The man walks around his own house undetected. His wife and son have forgotten that he was leaving work early. He surprises his wife by walking in with flowers, only to see she is with another man. And his son approves.
that’s what they say when they mean, “we missed it. It was too small, and we weren’t paying enough attention.” Whether it’s a tumor, an affair,or an addiction, when someone is in denial of their misbehavior or indifference.
Undetected- what is that? My life? My Friends? What? I must be having a bad day, I can’t think of all the normal things that usually bring me joy. They are “undetected”. Maybe I should go back to bed and sleep some more and then start over tomorrow!
She crept around the corner, then peeked out to spy on the octet as they played the first bars of their Mendelssohn. Letting only a fraction of her face show, she watched their eyebrows as they leaned in for a piano section.
In the next room, she heard the unpretending joy of her own Beethoven quartet as the other three effortlessly passed around their quick, lively melodies. The music seemed not even to miss its fourth player.
It sniffed and somehow, I knew this was sniffing in the way that one sniffs for a bit of meat or food, something one devours and eats. I crouched hidden and prayed and prayed and the creature moved on… I felt safe again.
Well, that’s easy, I thought. I just say “hi, how are you?”
So, I said the words, and immediately was faced with penetrating, crushing silence. No response. Uh, hello?
i ran into the night swiftly. There werte several hidden leaf village men hidden in the brambles. But I knew they were there, disguised, undetected. With my right arm, once surrendered unusable by a Sand Village ninja, I grabbed a shuriken and threw it at the tree. The ninjas in the leaves of the
the demise of knowledge went undetected for a while. she had no idea that she allowed it to slip away from her. time had a tricky way of softening the blow of ignorance and disconnect. she thought she still had it til she was forced to put it to the test. she didnt have it at all. she had lost in and could only hope it wasnt forever
“How do we go undetected?” the kid asked.
His sister hushed him as she walked into the room in tiptoes.
“What do we do now?” the child repeated.
“Shut it.” she said.
The alarm went off and the police came.
Their father came and took them away, never to be seen again.
My mind went blank. I was sure that they would find me out. My eyes strained to see ahead, but my heart pumped my blood so hard to my head that the blackness started taking away my sight. But I went up to the door, passed through, and left the building unscathed and undetected.
Slipping through the doors to someone else’s private world is a skill some people have and some don’t. Those who do it well can do it undetected, and this scruffy man in the threadbare navy jacket could do it within fifteen minutes of meeting someone.
I sat undetected in the moonlight waiting for Paul Revere. He came riding on a horse as black as the night blanketing the moon. He gave me the message and off I went to warn and my town.
His feelings for me. Were undetected. I told him how I felt but..he told me he didn’t love me the way I loved him. “I’m sorry Dirk..I just feel that way.” Maybe I’ll prove to Jake that he loves me. Someday.
we slipped right through their radars, we were behind the moon, our eyes the size of the moon but we couldnt be bothered to stop and instead we continued thinking and giggling and spiraling towards lizards while musing about the veins on my hand who look older than i actually am like they are snakeing around under my skin.
exactly that.
His feelings for me. Were undetected. I told him how I felt but..he told me he didn’t love me the way I loved him. “I’m sorry Dirk..I just feel that way.” Maybe I’ll prove to Jake that he loves me. Someday.
-Damion D
“Daddy!” my daughter cried. “Theres a monster under my bed!”
I got up off of the couch and walked to her room, looking.
“nothing there!” i announced. I never checked the closet.
The microphone had laid undetected under her bed for the last eleven years. She only found it when she was throwing out the clothes her father had told her to keep for her children.
A spy, clad in black, slinking along the shadows. No matter how many cameras swivel their heads in their search, he will go on undetected. He is but a flash, a figment, a mirage.
She slinked into the grove undetected. If she played her cards right no one would ever discover her. This was a true case of art imitting life. Undetected, unworthy, unknown.
a spy hiding in the dark of night, a thief, that bit of stray hair, aliens, life, when you go to the bathroom at night when everyone else is asleep and no one is around to hear or see you. does that mean that you do not exist? perception is everything and if no one perceives you then you are undetected and do not exist.
Undetected, she creeped through the night streets, guided only by the light of the moon. Went straight up to the door and knocked, long and loud, looking round to make sure no one came up to her in the night and asked her where she was going.
He opened the door, frowned, said, “what do you want? who are you?”
“I… I wish to talk to Mr. Jumison.” she said, hesitating.
“Come in, then.”
un traceable and not detectable and un sencored. badass ninjas can be this.
The undercover agent sat in his car, waiting, watching. He’d been stalking this same man for months on end, trying to catch a glimpse of how he worked, his motives and routines. The images of his countless victims flashed through his mind, the adrenaline making them all the more vivid. Tonight was the night; he would catch him in the act, the killer known simply as “The Undetected.”
I never knew it would be there. My mother found it first, hiding surreptitiously behind the cabinet. My father’s legacy, the meaning behind the disappearance- none of us would ever know why– or so we thought. Turns out we were wrong.
They slipped through the doors surprised. “Why didn’t-” Jacob started to ask, but, then he just kept going. Even if they passed the alarm system undetected, it didn’t mean they had all the time in the world.
She sat in the back of the room, undetected. No one noticed her, not the boys laughing in the front or the girls gossiping on the side. The teacher prattled on and on like a drone, and the girl, quiet and unnoticed, was daydreaming.
She was undetected, and she liked it that way.
He slid through the door, undetected and unscathed. The receptionist at the desk was preoccupied with the chip in her nail polish to notice the shadow stealthily creeping behind her. He was so close; there was nothing to get in his way, except the guard dog.
sdg
I am always undetected to the world. No one notices me at all and everything I do is always unnoticed. It is like I am not even there in the world and I am nothing. Maybe I am nothing, an empty shell of someone who will forever be unnoticed, or undetected.
Abbey sat in the shadowy corner of the middle school’s southern most doorway.
Undetected,I slipped through Wal*Mart with the 72″ flatscreen Tv.
I screamed.
I cried.
I shouted.
The murder went undetected.
With invisible blood, there was no evidence.
When no one ever cared, there was no one to notice.
The murder went undetected.
Smooth, under the radar. Without losing your mind you duck under the film of scum that is the hive mind searching for your inner core. They won’t find you and you’ll pull them underground to see face to face the damage they’ve wrought to people’s lives. Those forgotten on the high ground.
It was an undetected illness. They told me he would be fine, because when he went in they couldn’t tell he was that sick. It just looked like the common cold, but when a couple weeks passed by he started getting terribly ill and no one knew what kind of cold would make him like that. It was tragic, and he went to bed, the next morning I woke up, and he was dead.
There was a butterfly at the mall but it went undetected. it was so lovely yet no one ever saw it. it went undetected in manly places other than just that mall though. even by the flowers. it was on a flower yet the flower didn’t notice. This made the butterfly very sad because it just wanted to be loved and noticed.
How it was that they passes undetected through the checkout was unbelievable. The kid had a toy up his shirt! But, sure enough, when we got home, there he was, playing with the toy that he had stolen with none of us being any the wiser.
How did you
go undetected?
there is no way
I could have objected
I couldn’t
have suspected
Just ask
you wont be rejected
The man walks around his own house undetected. His wife and son have forgotten that he was leaving work early. He surprises his wife by walking in with flowers, only to see she is with another man. And his son approves.
that’s what they say when they mean, “we missed it. It was too small, and we weren’t paying enough attention.” Whether it’s a tumor, an affair,or an addiction, when someone is in denial of their misbehavior or indifference.
Had trouble with this one. Too, much thinking!
Undercover, no one can see or read it. No need to worry. No one can tell me it’s wrong. I’m under the radar.
Undetected- what is that? My life? My Friends? What? I must be having a bad day, I can’t think of all the normal things that usually bring me joy. They are “undetected”. Maybe I should go back to bed and sleep some more and then start over tomorrow!
She crept around the corner, then peeked out to spy on the octet as they played the first bars of their Mendelssohn. Letting only a fraction of her face show, she watched their eyebrows as they leaned in for a piano section.
In the next room, she heard the unpretending joy of her own Beethoven quartet as the other three effortlessly passed around their quick, lively melodies. The music seemed not even to miss its fourth player.
It sniffed and somehow, I knew this was sniffing in the way that one sniffs for a bit of meat or food, something one devours and eats. I crouched hidden and prayed and prayed and the creature moved on… I felt safe again.
Well, that’s easy, I thought. I just say “hi, how are you?”
So, I said the words, and immediately was faced with penetrating, crushing silence. No response. Uh, hello?
I DON’T think my attraction is undetected, so I don’t know what how you’re reacting means.