i had an account once a a bank. they kept listing me as deceased. wtf!
Dan
I will have an account on life. In it I will save all my memories and deposit my keepsake moments. I will be able to take out any memory an relive it.
Priscilla
i have no comment
kperrod
my account is full, i fly in a window then the elephant is caged. i lost myslef in my account and fell out the window of society. My mind has gone and my money is here. My account is the devil, it rules my life i wof one day ill lomy self. But maybe i have, who knows? im lost in reality because my account has stolen my soul.
charlette
An account like a bank account is something that you put money into. An account can also be something that gives you access to something you couldn’t do before. It can help you to be a member of something or save your information for future use.
Morgan
Today he had to cancel his bank account because it turns out that the bank was bankrupt. Talk about irony. It’s funny, I think. I hope he gets to keep all his money and everything.
It did not account for the fact that Mr. Banerjee was gone. The swing swayed, hauntingly reminiscent of Mr. Banerjee’s fragile, near weightless frame being carried with it when he was alive. Pepper whimpered.
You have a banking account. You can do something on account of something else.
Jess
The accountant’s desk was lined with peanut butter wrappers. They piled up on top of each other, like a Tetris pyramid, and stank of cocoa. Underneath the mess, the files were hidden.
“You first.”
“No, screw that. You first.”
Carson
this is something used to put money in or it could be used in the meaning of having account for your actions or dealing with the consequences and being mature about the situation. Not trying to pass them off onto someone else. If we cannot do this how to we grow and learn
samantha
I couldn’t stop making an accounting of my life in that moment. How could I? I was faced with the type of awesome that only comes in bottles sold by celebrities that are too washed up to do anything but sell scents that smell nothing like what they claim it does.
I account for all my lost things.
Trinkets from here or there.
I stow them in a special place.
Somewhere deep in this soul,
And there they will sit unnoticed.
Cannon Hyche
The account. I had to get to the account. Time was ticking too fast already – if I wasted too much time trying to form a foolproof plan all would be lost. Go for it. Do it. Just go.
I hailed a taxi cab outside the apartment building. All I could think about was the look on Tim’s face when he finds out I left.
Vanessa
money accounts are the best accounts. i like to fill them with money, 4003165151 is my checking account number, oops, should never give it over the interenet! whatevs!!! always be accountable for your actions, it’s the right thing to do.
Erin
my account is a way to access information. i know that the account i have is safe if it is password protected. the account holds information about me and it is about security. if the account is not secure, i do not feel secure. security is so important in our well being. if we feel secure then we are happier. the word account can also mean a view of things.
She opened an account. Her own checking account. She packed her bags. She said her goodbyes. She got in her run down car and left. Where she was going, she knew, but she preferred to imagine a trip without a destination. She drove down the highway turning at random. She knew she’s have to get there eventually, but for now she remained in her dreamland of no expectations. She was free.
empty. taxes. count. loans. no letters that dip under the line.
Jaclyn
I cannot account for my past. I can merely account for the actions of the now and the actions of the later. If I’ve already done it, then it’s done and that’s it. Don’t ask questions.
Mine Mind
Like a bank account. Currently mine is somewhat full..about $400 in savings and $400 in checking…but most of that will be used for SORORITY RUSH which starts tomorrow!! I am bad at keeping track of my bank account..they need a texting you the balance system…it would make me so much more responsible.
Austin
In my bank account i have $20, i’m rich… now its off to the liquor store
malachi
She withdrew every cent from her account, rolling it up in tight bundles. She hurriedly hit them strategically throughout her car for safe measure. She changed her wig for the third time, threw on some new sunglasses, and left her old world behind.
Lies. Nothing but lies. Lies was the story of my life. I’ll give the almost full version unlike i did all the other times, to those people with false pity in bedded on their faces. A house. Not a home, was where I started. A house full of misery, when you stepped in you could feel the chill,you could feel it climb its way up along your spine, slowly creeping across your skin. Imagine that, but for a whole 12 years. Actually don’t. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Even if it’s just an image. That house was a prison for me, a prison i eventually escaped. At the age of 12, i was slowly growing up and i started to notice how i couldn’t stand this trap i had no intention of being in. Then before my 13th birthday i ran away from it. I ran away from everything.
breannabreanna
the other day i went to the bank and check my bank account and all of the money was gone, oh well…… n stuff
john
accountability. i believe its super important because what would you do if you couldn’t count on someone. it’s pretty much the most important thing ever. accounting on someone can
Waiting for the rain, on account of my bad brain. Where the street lights seem to have passed by me, I’ll be waiting for the rain, until we meet again.
Everyone’s account of the event was dramatically different.
The man said the woman stepped on her toe maliciously.
The woman said she did it on accident.
The child was too busy looking up at the sky to have an opinion.
The account number was wrong. “access denied” it said. I tried again and again. Fail after fail. Something was wrong. This was the account for the U.S.A. (undercover secret agents) What were they going to do to me when they figured out i had failed the test, failed to access the account and find the oh so crucial information. Would they hurt me? make me humiliated? Or kill me! My thoughts raced ahead of me, making me feel queasy be the possible outcomes of this. No, i wouldn’t let them do that to me. I would escape. Escape from this prison into the outside world where i hadn’t been for years. A place full of choice, freedom not an enclosure for training people to complete their dirty work. I was ready. Now.
I searched through the dark shaded undergrowth and waited, sleep slowly crept towards my sleepy head, i recalled an account when i was a young lad in a similar bush watching my father heroically fighting i knew it would be over soon so i had closed my eyes, my ragged breathing becoming smooth and waited for a final scream
james.w
My father is an accountant. Doesn’t sound fun does it? No, I don’t think it’s a very good entertaining job, but he seems to make enough money to get by. Maybe I should be an accountant too. I’m good with math and I love organizing things.
Morgan
so this is it doing the account of mulity billionaire jake barry some of the things just dont add up i mean payment to a off coast bank account that’s not right at all. must be some sort of smuggling, cocaine has been in a rise of a unknown buyer maybe jake is the buyer the most famous of famous. i need to tell the 5.0 straight away but then ill lose my number one client…… then as i was bout to dial the number jake pulls out a gun… safety switch flicked off then …. bang ….
jadem
I have two bank accounts that have a combined total of $3.28. I am rich. Poor by anyone else’s standards, but rich in mind.
as the lady punched in her account pin she waited for the transaction to be accepted. she heard the clanging of the gears rotating as $20 notes slid out of the machine. then her receipt popped out of the machine showing her that she had just made a withdrawal from her bank account.
arahia
i sprinted through the rain to get to the bank. when i finally got through to the banker it was just closing time he let me open my account anyway. it was empty. i was broke. i…………………………… was……………………………a…………………………..hobo!.
nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i woke up screaming then i realised it was a dream. but was it . i looked around at where i was sleeping a relised it was a rubbish dump.
ob11133
John opened his account to only see that $20,000,000,000 had been taken. He figured that its best to commit suicide only using knifes slowly driving them in to to his body so he dies forgetting the life he once knew.
Kalib G
“Account number?” The lady behind the till puffed smoke into my face. I coughed and struggled to breathe, my lungs longing for clean air. “Um… 1146…” I replied squinting, trying to see through the death cloud. She had curly hair, wrinkly skin but there was no age in her eyes. Tight lipped and solid.
account. Account for your own actions. Mostly for my bank account and the little that is in it. Good think i’m not accountable for much, but too bad I’m not accountable for more of my own money. Account for that one time when I used to be an actress on a stage. Account for your own actions and Account for all that time i spent forgiving you just to have you keep making the same mistakes
Patricia
That time of the month when you get your back account mail. As i opened it my mouth dropped in surprise. Why did i only have 7.00 when i cheeked at the ATM yesterday i had 600.
Annalise.W
Account. My account. Is now empty. Why? Because earlier this morning it was totally cleaned out. Just think, a complete stranger takes your money for an unknown reason. I was lost, confused, unsure of what was happening around me. I kept asking myself, Why? But the question just echoed in my mind, with no reply from my conscience. Ignorance. I jumped back into reality and noticed that my conscience is me. How can i be ignoring myself ? Someone, anyone. Help………
i had an account once a a bank. they kept listing me as deceased. wtf!
I will have an account on life. In it I will save all my memories and deposit my keepsake moments. I will be able to take out any memory an relive it.
i have no comment
my account is full, i fly in a window then the elephant is caged. i lost myslef in my account and fell out the window of society. My mind has gone and my money is here. My account is the devil, it rules my life i wof one day ill lomy self. But maybe i have, who knows? im lost in reality because my account has stolen my soul.
An account like a bank account is something that you put money into. An account can also be something that gives you access to something you couldn’t do before. It can help you to be a member of something or save your information for future use.
Today he had to cancel his bank account because it turns out that the bank was bankrupt. Talk about irony. It’s funny, I think. I hope he gets to keep all his money and everything.
It did not account for the fact that Mr. Banerjee was gone. The swing swayed, hauntingly reminiscent of Mr. Banerjee’s fragile, near weightless frame being carried with it when he was alive. Pepper whimpered.
You have a banking account. You can do something on account of something else.
The accountant’s desk was lined with peanut butter wrappers. They piled up on top of each other, like a Tetris pyramid, and stank of cocoa. Underneath the mess, the files were hidden.
“You first.”
“No, screw that. You first.”
this is something used to put money in or it could be used in the meaning of having account for your actions or dealing with the consequences and being mature about the situation. Not trying to pass them off onto someone else. If we cannot do this how to we grow and learn
I couldn’t stop making an accounting of my life in that moment. How could I? I was faced with the type of awesome that only comes in bottles sold by celebrities that are too washed up to do anything but sell scents that smell nothing like what they claim it does.
I account for all my lost things.
Trinkets from here or there.
I stow them in a special place.
Somewhere deep in this soul,
And there they will sit unnoticed.
The account. I had to get to the account. Time was ticking too fast already – if I wasted too much time trying to form a foolproof plan all would be lost. Go for it. Do it. Just go.
I hailed a taxi cab outside the apartment building. All I could think about was the look on Tim’s face when he finds out I left.
money accounts are the best accounts. i like to fill them with money, 4003165151 is my checking account number, oops, should never give it over the interenet! whatevs!!! always be accountable for your actions, it’s the right thing to do.
my account is a way to access information. i know that the account i have is safe if it is password protected. the account holds information about me and it is about security. if the account is not secure, i do not feel secure. security is so important in our well being. if we feel secure then we are happier. the word account can also mean a view of things.
She opened an account. Her own checking account. She packed her bags. She said her goodbyes. She got in her run down car and left. Where she was going, she knew, but she preferred to imagine a trip without a destination. She drove down the highway turning at random. She knew she’s have to get there eventually, but for now she remained in her dreamland of no expectations. She was free.
empty. taxes. count. loans. no letters that dip under the line.
I cannot account for my past. I can merely account for the actions of the now and the actions of the later. If I’ve already done it, then it’s done and that’s it. Don’t ask questions.
Like a bank account. Currently mine is somewhat full..about $400 in savings and $400 in checking…but most of that will be used for SORORITY RUSH which starts tomorrow!! I am bad at keeping track of my bank account..they need a texting you the balance system…it would make me so much more responsible.
In my bank account i have $20, i’m rich… now its off to the liquor store
She withdrew every cent from her account, rolling it up in tight bundles. She hurriedly hit them strategically throughout her car for safe measure. She changed her wig for the third time, threw on some new sunglasses, and left her old world behind.
Lies. Nothing but lies. Lies was the story of my life. I’ll give the almost full version unlike i did all the other times, to those people with false pity in bedded on their faces. A house. Not a home, was where I started. A house full of misery, when you stepped in you could feel the chill,you could feel it climb its way up along your spine, slowly creeping across your skin. Imagine that, but for a whole 12 years. Actually don’t. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Even if it’s just an image. That house was a prison for me, a prison i eventually escaped. At the age of 12, i was slowly growing up and i started to notice how i couldn’t stand this trap i had no intention of being in. Then before my 13th birthday i ran away from it. I ran away from everything.
the other day i went to the bank and check my bank account and all of the money was gone, oh well…… n stuff
accountability. i believe its super important because what would you do if you couldn’t count on someone. it’s pretty much the most important thing ever. accounting on someone can
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Waiting for the rain, on account of my bad brain. Where the street lights seem to have passed by me, I’ll be waiting for the rain, until we meet again.
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Everyone’s account of the event was dramatically different.
The man said the woman stepped on her toe maliciously.
The woman said she did it on accident.
The child was too busy looking up at the sky to have an opinion.
The account number was wrong. “access denied” it said. I tried again and again. Fail after fail. Something was wrong. This was the account for the U.S.A. (undercover secret agents) What were they going to do to me when they figured out i had failed the test, failed to access the account and find the oh so crucial information. Would they hurt me? make me humiliated? Or kill me! My thoughts raced ahead of me, making me feel queasy be the possible outcomes of this. No, i wouldn’t let them do that to me. I would escape. Escape from this prison into the outside world where i hadn’t been for years. A place full of choice, freedom not an enclosure for training people to complete their dirty work. I was ready. Now.
I searched through the dark shaded undergrowth and waited, sleep slowly crept towards my sleepy head, i recalled an account when i was a young lad in a similar bush watching my father heroically fighting i knew it would be over soon so i had closed my eyes, my ragged breathing becoming smooth and waited for a final scream
My father is an accountant. Doesn’t sound fun does it? No, I don’t think it’s a very good entertaining job, but he seems to make enough money to get by. Maybe I should be an accountant too. I’m good with math and I love organizing things.
so this is it doing the account of mulity billionaire jake barry some of the things just dont add up i mean payment to a off coast bank account that’s not right at all. must be some sort of smuggling, cocaine has been in a rise of a unknown buyer maybe jake is the buyer the most famous of famous. i need to tell the 5.0 straight away but then ill lose my number one client…… then as i was bout to dial the number jake pulls out a gun… safety switch flicked off then …. bang ….
I have two bank accounts that have a combined total of $3.28. I am rich. Poor by anyone else’s standards, but rich in mind.
as the lady punched in her account pin she waited for the transaction to be accepted. she heard the clanging of the gears rotating as $20 notes slid out of the machine. then her receipt popped out of the machine showing her that she had just made a withdrawal from her bank account.
i sprinted through the rain to get to the bank. when i finally got through to the banker it was just closing time he let me open my account anyway. it was empty. i was broke. i…………………………… was……………………………a…………………………..hobo!.
nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i woke up screaming then i realised it was a dream. but was it . i looked around at where i was sleeping a relised it was a rubbish dump.
John opened his account to only see that $20,000,000,000 had been taken. He figured that its best to commit suicide only using knifes slowly driving them in to to his body so he dies forgetting the life he once knew.
“Account number?” The lady behind the till puffed smoke into my face. I coughed and struggled to breathe, my lungs longing for clean air. “Um… 1146…” I replied squinting, trying to see through the death cloud. She had curly hair, wrinkly skin but there was no age in her eyes. Tight lipped and solid.
account. Account for your own actions. Mostly for my bank account and the little that is in it. Good think i’m not accountable for much, but too bad I’m not accountable for more of my own money. Account for that one time when I used to be an actress on a stage. Account for your own actions and Account for all that time i spent forgiving you just to have you keep making the same mistakes
That time of the month when you get your back account mail. As i opened it my mouth dropped in surprise. Why did i only have 7.00 when i cheeked at the ATM yesterday i had 600.
Account. My account. Is now empty. Why? Because earlier this morning it was totally cleaned out. Just think, a complete stranger takes your money for an unknown reason. I was lost, confused, unsure of what was happening around me. I kept asking myself, Why? But the question just echoed in my mind, with no reply from my conscience. Ignorance. I jumped back into reality and noticed that my conscience is me. How can i be ignoring myself ? Someone, anyone. Help………