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A lot of people zone out these days and I’m not an exeption. Can’t tell you how many times my mom has yelled at me for not paying attention.
By Orion URL on 08.15.2012
It is always night. There are spirits flying through tunnels in reality. In the distance there is a computer with a screen for every person that has ever existed. THIS is reality.
By bud marley URL on 08.15.2012
get out of my zone. this is mine, can’t you see? my domain, my space, my life, my everything. no question, you’re bugging, leave and forget me. get out of my zone, don’t need you, don’t want you..
By Whitney on 08.15.2012
Sometimes when I can’t stand the loud voices around me, I find a quiet place, a place made just for me, a space in my mind that no one else can enter, that is called my zone. My zone is my own personal workshop, my imagination to the tenth degree, the area that no one can intrude or invade. Thankful for the little time spent in my zone.
By Felicia URL on 08.15.2012
It was a long way up the hill, past the chain link fence, and back down into the valley that was forbidden. Now that she was here, everything seemed quiet– too quiet– which was strange. She had always had the feeling that there were things going on in there; Things with a capital T.
By Courka URL on 08.15.2012
The danger zone at the end of a construction site can be detrimental to one’s health. It’s usually clearly marked with bright orange cones or barriers to protect you and prevent you from entering it. If you do enter it, it’s at your own risk. Often heavy equipment is in use and if you don’t have a hard hat, you could be seriously injured or even killed. Use your best judgment when you see them.
By Alyssa Fox on 08.15.2012
I was in the zone.
My heart was ready, and my mind was focused.
I had every right and every will.
Occasionally, things like this happen and I feel the need to suddenly act, suddenly put things in perspective.
I have the will to do something great with my life.
I’m in the zone.
By Elizabeth Dubois on 08.15.2012
our little zone. something blocked off into nothing, just plain emptiness. its quite a sight really, something glorious. just nothing, no color, no shades, you can’t imagine it, but its there, its a zone, and its ours. We can create anything, our imagination is set free, absolute, mine, and yours, ours.
By Lorna URL on 08.15.2012
the area you don’t dare enter. It is forbidden and to go there is certain death. You never really know what is there but you fear it. No one of normal stature has entered and made it out alive. Rumors are in abundance about what is there but facts are few. Curiosity increases as time builds suspense. What is in there? Certainly it will be contained forever… we hope.
By brad on 08.15.2012
I see how you’re looking at me. I know what’s happening. What you don’t know is that I’ve got you in my sights. I’m zoning in on you and there’s nothing you can do about it. I know what you want to hear, and how long you’ve wanted to hear it. So do you, and we both know that you’re going to fold into yourself and give me exactly what I want – you. There is no fighting someone like me, only a soft tumble into a sensual surrender.
By voodooscotch URL on 08.15.2012
The ghost zone was not one of Mary’s favorite things. In fact, it was probably her least favorite part of being the new receptionist for the Ghostbusters office in San Francisco. There were some terrible people in that zone and she always worried about its defenses and safe locks.
By April URL on 08.15.2012
Her zone. her special place. Her no-one-else-allowed-under-any-circumstances area. It was hard to keep it that way, people always want in to a place that they’re not allowed to enter, but she kept it pristine so they would never know. It would only hurt them to know and she didn’t want to hurt people, not at all. It was so easy to though, just to reach out and tweak something with a word or an action and bring their lives crashing down around their ears like so much dead weight.
By Mairead URL on 08.15.2012
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. I don’t remember who said it. But it’s true, isn’t it? Break your mental boundaries. See things in a different light. Try something new. Experiment. Make mistakes. Live life to the fullest.
“YOLO,” that’s what they say.
By bonybitch URL on 08.15.2012
As each of my feet pounded against the hard clay floor. Blurs of white painted lines kept me in the right lane. The finishing line drawing closer and closer. My competitors vanished from my view, my heart is set – gold is mine. My mind set, in the zone, I raced across the line, claiming my medal.
By Marie URL on 08.15.2012
I couldn’t think straight. I needed to be in the zone. It wasn’t for football. It wasn’t for a concert. I just needed to be in the zone so I could focus on myself. It wasn’t possible for me to be happy if I didn’t focus. Or else, I would die in my own wallowing. Focus. Be in the zone.
By Kathryn URL on 08.15.2012
Die Zone, das klingt irgendwie grau und gefährlich, nein, eher öde als gefährlich. Gefährlich ist die Zone nur, wenn du nicht spurst. Du weißt genau, wann dir Strafe droht oder gar der Tod. Wenn du diese Aktivitäten vermeidest, dann kann es dir gut gehen, du kannst aufsteigen, du kannst ein normales, langweiliges Leben führen, ohne Gefahr.
By Lisa URL on 08.15.2012
Zones are just lines
trying to categorize
i dare not step out
zones are not just lines
they are constructed from my mind
they characterize everything I am and believe
By Zeeta on 08.15.2012
I’m in the zone and I don’t want to lose this concentration. How could I even get out of it? It’s like cult, once you’re sucked in, there’s no way you can turn back. But why would you want to lose this feeling? It’s a rush. It’s the mind. It’s your time.
By Caroline URL on 08.15.2012
No parking zone, fire zone, get out of the way, there are more important things going on, don’t be so self centered, get out of my zone, because I’m in the zone
By eden on 08.15.2012
I need a woman to feel my erogenous zone. Not just any woman though. I need a woman that’ I can share zones with in order to combine the zones, to start a nice home with, and home is not necessarily a house. It’s where ever we are together. Where is my zone lady?
By Joseph Diman URL on 08.15.2012
She sat in the zone of her mind wondering of anything creative would come about. She could hear the clock ticking above her head and the smell coming from the kitchen told her it was almost time for lunch to be served. As much as she loved the process of writing, she found that the zone was not always the best place to hang out. Tick tock, tick tock, louder and louder it became as she tried as hard as she could to make words come out of her finger tips and on to the screen.
By Cris N URL on 08.15.2012
I am now thinking I may have left the sanity zone. I feel like I’m going to cry every second, sobbing my heart out. I am in the silent scream zone.
By Oana on 08.15.2012
zone of the enders, maybe a book my orson scott card, a marriage between zones 4, 5, and 6 by another prominent sci fi author who’s name escapes me.
By boomrpetaway on 08.15.2012
There is a zone in the city filled with bright lights. A Zone is an area. Zone is a great play. I loved zone. On YTV there’s a place called “the zone”. I dont know whatt to write about Zone anymore.
By nikki on 08.15.2012
autozone being in the moment. I have no idea what to send to you.
By Mariana on 08.15.2012
what if im not int he zone
i dont even know where the zone is… for real
stupid fucking sports i dont like thinking about zones
unless they are climate zones
id like to be temperate/tropical
the office smells like a musty humid rain
all of the sudden
By linsilinsi on 08.15.2012
Zoning out is my speciality. I could guarantee you that if someone was telling me something, especially if it’s important, I would be elsewhere. I’d be sat in the tree outside the window, reading the notices on the wall, or at the pub chatting over the bar. Just in my mind, mind you, but that’s enough to detach me from whatever the present situation happens to be, whatever it is I’ve found myself in.
So, I was a day dreamer, I suppose. That’s not so terrible really, I can live with that. I’d choose daydreamhood over most other afflictions. Cancer, Parkinsons, Alzheimer’s, cramp, PMT,? Yep, drifting off would definitely be the preferable choice in those circumstances. ‘Course it drives the people around me round the bend and they tend to inflict upon me the sharp end of their frustrations. Which is only fair I suppose, seeing as I’m the cause of a fair portion of them. Getting shouted at daily or having people stamp out the room with steam streaming out their nostrils isn’t much fun though. But I must admit I often have no idea what’s happened because I was writing haiku in my head or planning my tea.
It drives people up the wall because I answer questions in a haze, filling the silent gaps with “uhhuhh”, “hmhmm” or the worst one, “mmmmm”. I suppose I must be semi-conscious of someone talking to me. At some level anyway, but my main brain is doing something else. I don’t know why I can’t seem to focus on anything for longer than five minutes at a time. Perhaps I’m attention deficetted, that’s it isn’t it? I need some kind of potent pharmaceutical to keep me in the room and no higher than the ceiling.
By rhyme79 URL on 08.15.2012
Place me in it,
Get into it.
If it doesn’t work you’ve dropped out.
Think within it.
Stay in your zone…
By Che on 08.15.2012
In the zone of nothing, you will find a sort of abstract peace. There is comfort in the lonely and beauty in the emptiness. There is solitude, and a better understanding of the contents of your own heart.
By Cindy URL on 08.15.2012
“It’s about time!” Darell yelled from across the time zone, ignoring the loud rumbling of grinding gravity and the discordant roaring of the presumed air-turned-wind.
“We’ve been checking it out over here for lost time! You wouldn’t even believe how long it’s felt like! Jump over here dude, you’ve gotta check out the otherside to the rift! It’s like, unbelieveable!”
By ElizabethRoadscyle URL on 08.15.2012
Get in it.
Breathe slowly. Inhale. Exhale.
The goal is right in front of you. Focus. Eyes on the target. No hesitation.
Ignore the screams. Ignore the pressure.
It’s you, and the ball. Focus. Get in your zone. It’s your battlefield. That man right across there, he’s you’re enemy. Focus. Defeat him. Look at your target. See it. Understand it. Feel the target.
By Zoey on 08.15.2012
the zone is never where you think it is, it is always much further, out in the ocean, beyond the shark zone, just beneath the salty ions of doom, free floating radicals pour themselves into it, swirling tightly around you as you sink farther down in it.
By Lara on 08.15.2012
“He friend-zoned me.”
Maurice sadly shook his head, his fingers poised on the little metal spoon as he continuously stirred the sugar in his coffee. I sighed and pinched his arm.
“It’s okay. You’ll find someone else.”
“Someone that hot?”
“Probably. With better abs.”
“God, I hope so.”
By Belinda Roddie URL on 08.15.2012
I live in an ugly zone in Blanes in the outskirts when the dogs bark and people
By rose on 08.15.2012
We were told it was closed to tourists. Restricted. But my curiosity is insatiable. I wandered around the high cinder-block wall, crowned with menacing thorns of barbed wire. Finally, I found a small hole and peered inside. The off-limits zone was paradise.
By Joe on 08.15.2012
construction zone was a hazardous place for a young boy, but that didnt stop justin. He went into the dangers of the working work and decided to climb the building with his skate board. He was an avaid skater, looking to d=
By Justin Ham on 08.15.2012
What a deadly combination of letters. Yet so damn enticing.
The friend zone – one of utter defeat and loneliness. Non- reciprocating love and devotion.
The danger zone – one of lethal and deadly adventures, which are tempting yet horrifying.
By sarah may URL on 08.15.2012
He was in a zone. It was a bizarre place he couldn’t escape from. Everything around him was fake. Or was it real? He couldn’t quite tell the difference anymore; it was beginning to make him dizzy. He was teetering on the brink of reality. Sinking into the deep end. Slowly going mad. Visions of his family and friends swam before his eyes. Memories of fantastic people and spectacular places clouded his mind. But were they real?
By Rachel URL on 08.15.2012
There are zones for everything, a time and place for everything right? I wonder what it’s like to see theese zones collapsing?
By Stell on 08.15.2012
In the zone, words just flowing, sweat not building and peace out. All expunged in 15 seconds. This maybe the writing form of the future.
By Dingus URL on 08.15.2012