I accused the rat of eating the elephant whole, so then the rat decided to eat me and the elephant together, then after the rat ate us, the rat blew up after that due to the bloated belly that the rat had.
People can be accused of a range of felonies, though they are not always correct. When I hear the word, I think of a false accusation, and the accused man suffering through years of punishment despite not holding an ounce of guilty blood.
The weight settles just behind her nose, a constant dull pressure that causes her vision to blur with unfocused eyes and and her thoughts to spiral into useless tendrils of discordant sound screaming at her.
“It’s all my fault.”
Saya
In the dungeon I sit accused. Hated for a crime I did not commit. The darkness seeps into the fiber of my being. Maybe I really did do it after all. I feel like I could now. I feel like all manner of darkness is apart of me. Maybe I really am guilty.
Cate Write
Have you ever been accused of something you didn’t do? It really sucks. You start to wonder if maybe you really did steal all of that farmers livestock. What if I am a cattle rustler? You begin to ask yourself.
Then next thing you know you’re stealing entire farms and conquering most of the middle east.
That’s why you never accuse someone without proof.
she accused him of cheating and blamed him for this misery but in heart she knew he is best thing that has happend to her. life is not fair and thats the reality and it cannot be compared to dreamy life.
Manoj Rathore
Sorry. I accused you. I jumped to conclusions. Never will one be accused of again by me.
The man stood silently as he let the townsmen hurl insults at him. As they came, he stood there with nothing to say. Being accused for something for he hadn’t done was the least of his problems. How it was going to end was his main worry.
Tyde
The accused murderer rose from her seat, her face glowing under the dim light that illuminated the room. Her eyebrows were cocked upwards and there was a slight smirk on her face as her eyes showed a sign of maliciousness; she walked towards the judge femininely, luring all the stares of everyone in the room. Her beauty was like an angel’s and her petite frame was all anyone could focus on.
“Please take a seat, Ms. Fitch,” The judge ordered, his eyes casting a dark shadow on his youthful face.
“I need a moment to talk to you, Mr. Smith,” The woman replied with a hint of elegance in her voice.
“The trial will begin shortly, please take a seat,” The handsome judge replied with authority.
“And please, call me Mrs. Smith,” She went on as if the order was not issued by the judge, as if nothing had happened between them.
If I may ask, what, exactly, am I being accused of?” She paced the room, looking like she was controlling a mighty temper. Why tell her now, she had a lot to learn. She was new to our world and she wasn’t behaving as we would like her to. I decided to let her twist in the wind for a little bit. She stopped pacing and looked at me, trying to be tough but I could see the tears that she was trying to hide.
I accuse myself
/* because I don’t see anyone else */
I forgiveth none
/* because I myself am unforgiven */
beauty is in the eye of the eye.
Don’t second guess yourself
Kim
The accusing look on Jean-Luc’s face was almost more than the god-like being could take, but he knew that he needed to stick to his guns. He was right! He knew that he was! He was a Q damn it, the Q were ALWAYS right! Or, at least that’s what he told himself. Secretly, and with each new meeting with the Captain of the Enterprise, Q was beginning to question his convictions. Were the Q so perfect? Perhaps they weren’t.
Lili
hi my name is a i am working in a big comapany i am 20 yaes old and i am student my english is fine i am not sure i am good in type but i will try
aram
He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t believe what she was saying. She accused him of stealing the sugar from the refrigerator and pouring it over the back yard. She should have known full well that he was diabetic and that she was trying to poison him by leaving the sugar in full sight. This wasn’t going to go well, and he took a deep breath to make his accusation.
The moment the jury walked back into the room, he knew he was screwed. There wasn’t an expression on a face he could read; he just felt it in his gut, and his gut was never wrong. It had saved him on the streets and in the boardroom. Now, the jig was up.
Angel
“MJ you were accused of sneaking into Annie’s apartment striking her. You entered by breaking her window then proceeded to enter her bedroom where you struck her down.”
The life of a smooth criminal.
She knocked on the door. Just one more time to make sure there was no one inside. The door opened with a bit of effort as she found herself in the middle of disaster. The accused was in a heap, bloody and bruised.
Avee
i was accused of taking my sisters hamock even though i didnt take it
Kailey Lovelace
I’m guilty. Or am I? Being accused just means someone thinks I may have done something wrong, but in an ideal system, there is still a process to decide whether I deserve punishment or not. Accused means an implication of guilt, not a certainty of it.
Lucas
The accused will please stand.
No, no, no, my mind went. No, no, no, no was all I could think, but I stood.
Someone put a black hat on the judge’s head.
Annie Clearwater
Within the same day, I had been nearly killed by an oncoming maniac in an SUV, served a terrible sandwich at the local diner, and accused of speeding by a bumbling police officer who couldn’t see the difference between 25 and 30. By the time I got home, I was tired, cranky, and unwilling to interact with anyone that wasn’t my calico cat, Prissy. Who ironically had been the least prissy out every moron I had dealt with that day.
Belinda Roddie
hi my name is autym grace peters and i hate saydi faith peters so much but i love myself so much the end
swagmaster ehp 3000
so im here to tell you something.. im saydi and im so cool and you probably already know that…… so yeahh thats all i have to tell you today bye!!!!!
swagmaster ehp 3000
Sweat gathered on my brow, and my eyes narrowed in the bright lights of the court room. With trembling fingers I pulled my mothers white hankerchief from my lapel and patted my forehead. This was a identical copy of the same hankerchief they found covered in my lovers blood. The whole reason I’m here.
Max Ryder
They stood on the platform, the nooses swaying above their heads. Their hands were tightly tied behind their backs. “What a life this has been,” thought John Proctor, “where one accusation leads to this end.”
Anne B.
The neighbour accuses me of murder.
She doesn’t really know what happened.
How could he accuse me? Me, his wife, of all people? I am the one he is supposed to love, honor, and cherish. He shouldn’t be accusing me of murdering his father! For all I know, he did it.
I was at the store one day and this super ugly man accused me of stealing the last taco. I went up to this guy and gave him a nice punch to the face. He fell to the floor and cried i felt bad so i ended up giving him the taco after i helped him off the floor. all he wanted was a taco so i gave it to him
Jessica Neifert
jimmy was accused of murder when he told sally that she needed to hide the ody. when sally hid the body she also found jimmy lying in the woods.
madeline jones
a kid told the cop i punched him in the face and i had to go to court, for hitting someon younger than me
adi
The accused stood up in the prison room, knowing he was going to get a charged as guilty. He couldn’t stand the idea of being in that place for years, so he let go of the chair and the rope finished the job on his neck
Damen and mayes was accused of having to many dip cans but their isn’t no such thing as to many dip cans
I accused the rat of eating the elephant whole, so then the rat decided to eat me and the elephant together, then after the rat ate us, the rat blew up after that due to the bloated belly that the rat had.
i got accused from class
my grandmother accused me of breaking the plates but really Denver was the one who broke all the plates and he didn’t even admit to it
People can be accused of a range of felonies, though they are not always correct. When I hear the word, I think of a false accusation, and the accused man suffering through years of punishment despite not holding an ounce of guilty blood.
The weight settles just behind her nose, a constant dull pressure that causes her vision to blur with unfocused eyes and and her thoughts to spiral into useless tendrils of discordant sound screaming at her.
“It’s all my fault.”
In the dungeon I sit accused. Hated for a crime I did not commit. The darkness seeps into the fiber of my being. Maybe I really did do it after all. I feel like I could now. I feel like all manner of darkness is apart of me. Maybe I really am guilty.
Have you ever been accused of something you didn’t do? It really sucks. You start to wonder if maybe you really did steal all of that farmers livestock. What if I am a cattle rustler? You begin to ask yourself.
Then next thing you know you’re stealing entire farms and conquering most of the middle east.
That’s why you never accuse someone without proof.
she accused him of cheating and blamed him for this misery but in heart she knew he is best thing that has happend to her. life is not fair and thats the reality and it cannot be compared to dreamy life.
Sorry. I accused you. I jumped to conclusions. Never will one be accused of again by me.
The man stood silently as he let the townsmen hurl insults at him. As they came, he stood there with nothing to say. Being accused for something for he hadn’t done was the least of his problems. How it was going to end was his main worry.
The accused murderer rose from her seat, her face glowing under the dim light that illuminated the room. Her eyebrows were cocked upwards and there was a slight smirk on her face as her eyes showed a sign of maliciousness; she walked towards the judge femininely, luring all the stares of everyone in the room. Her beauty was like an angel’s and her petite frame was all anyone could focus on.
“Please take a seat, Ms. Fitch,” The judge ordered, his eyes casting a dark shadow on his youthful face.
“I need a moment to talk to you, Mr. Smith,” The woman replied with a hint of elegance in her voice.
“The trial will begin shortly, please take a seat,” The handsome judge replied with authority.
“And please, call me Mrs. Smith,” She went on as if the order was not issued by the judge, as if nothing had happened between them.
If I may ask, what, exactly, am I being accused of?” She paced the room, looking like she was controlling a mighty temper. Why tell her now, she had a lot to learn. She was new to our world and she wasn’t behaving as we would like her to. I decided to let her twist in the wind for a little bit. She stopped pacing and looked at me, trying to be tough but I could see the tears that she was trying to hide.
I accuse myself
/* because I don’t see anyone else */
I forgiveth none
/* because I myself am unforgiven */
beauty is in the eye of the eye.
Don’t second guess yourself
The accusing look on Jean-Luc’s face was almost more than the god-like being could take, but he knew that he needed to stick to his guns. He was right! He knew that he was! He was a Q damn it, the Q were ALWAYS right! Or, at least that’s what he told himself. Secretly, and with each new meeting with the Captain of the Enterprise, Q was beginning to question his convictions. Were the Q so perfect? Perhaps they weren’t.
hi my name is a i am working in a big comapany i am 20 yaes old and i am student my english is fine i am not sure i am good in type but i will try
He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t believe what she was saying. She accused him of stealing the sugar from the refrigerator and pouring it over the back yard. She should have known full well that he was diabetic and that she was trying to poison him by leaving the sugar in full sight. This wasn’t going to go well, and he took a deep breath to make his accusation.
The moment the jury walked back into the room, he knew he was screwed. There wasn’t an expression on a face he could read; he just felt it in his gut, and his gut was never wrong. It had saved him on the streets and in the boardroom. Now, the jig was up.
“MJ you were accused of sneaking into Annie’s apartment striking her. You entered by breaking her window then proceeded to enter her bedroom where you struck her down.”
The life of a smooth criminal.
Matt was accused of being invisible, even when he tried be the center of attention.
She knocked on the door. Just one more time to make sure there was no one inside. The door opened with a bit of effort as she found herself in the middle of disaster. The accused was in a heap, bloody and bruised.
i was accused of taking my sisters hamock even though i didnt take it
I’m guilty. Or am I? Being accused just means someone thinks I may have done something wrong, but in an ideal system, there is still a process to decide whether I deserve punishment or not. Accused means an implication of guilt, not a certainty of it.
The accused will please stand.
No, no, no, my mind went. No, no, no, no was all I could think, but I stood.
Someone put a black hat on the judge’s head.
Within the same day, I had been nearly killed by an oncoming maniac in an SUV, served a terrible sandwich at the local diner, and accused of speeding by a bumbling police officer who couldn’t see the difference between 25 and 30. By the time I got home, I was tired, cranky, and unwilling to interact with anyone that wasn’t my calico cat, Prissy. Who ironically had been the least prissy out every moron I had dealt with that day.
hi my name is autym grace peters and i hate saydi faith peters so much but i love myself so much the end
so im here to tell you something.. im saydi and im so cool and you probably already know that…… so yeahh thats all i have to tell you today bye!!!!!
Sweat gathered on my brow, and my eyes narrowed in the bright lights of the court room. With trembling fingers I pulled my mothers white hankerchief from my lapel and patted my forehead. This was a identical copy of the same hankerchief they found covered in my lovers blood. The whole reason I’m here.
They stood on the platform, the nooses swaying above their heads. Their hands were tightly tied behind their backs. “What a life this has been,” thought John Proctor, “where one accusation leads to this end.”
The neighbour accuses me of murder.
She doesn’t really know what happened.
What? Again? Holy Crap!
I, the accused, am bowing out!
So long, Sucker!
I accused the man of accusing accusations to the accusing accuser. But then he accused me of falsely accusing the accuser of accusing accusations.
I have been accused of many things in my life, but I am guilty of a much more heinous crime than any of you could know…..
the man was accused of abuseing his wife in the public bar
“Annie Stanford you are accused of murder. Do you vouch guilty or not guilty?”
Asked the judge.
Even though I’m not a murderer, and the person isn’t even dead I have to say this or he soon will be.
So I muster up all the strength and dignity I have left and say, “guilty.”
How could he accuse me? Me, his wife, of all people? I am the one he is supposed to love, honor, and cherish. He shouldn’t be accusing me of murdering his father! For all I know, he did it.
I was at the store one day and this super ugly man accused me of stealing the last taco. I went up to this guy and gave him a nice punch to the face. He fell to the floor and cried i felt bad so i ended up giving him the taco after i helped him off the floor. all he wanted was a taco so i gave it to him
jimmy was accused of murder when he told sally that she needed to hide the ody. when sally hid the body she also found jimmy lying in the woods.
a kid told the cop i punched him in the face and i had to go to court, for hitting someon younger than me
The accused stood up in the prison room, knowing he was going to get a charged as guilty. He couldn’t stand the idea of being in that place for years, so he let go of the chair and the rope finished the job on his neck