as she sat in the cream colored, warm library, she replayed the brief exchange that had just taken place. still dumbfounded at the fact that it had actually happened, she forced her brain to file through every detail in an attempt to spring the memory back into life.
Mariel Fix
“Just sneak off and don’t say bye to your favorite.” She chirped, appearing around the door. The other girl jumped, laughing when she realized who it was.
“I didn’t mean to-”
“I know. All I want is a hug and a goodbye.” She said, and she walked over. The other girl stood up, and they hugged. “The yellow thing on your desk, you should read it.” She said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll miss you.”
The goodbye was brief, and the younger girls tears were brief when she left.
brief cases come in all different shapes and sizes, and they can say allot about the type of person you are. If you have a brightly coloured brief case you could be a designer.
dee
I quickly opened the door. “Fuck.” I muttered. My eyes darted around the room. I only had a brief amount of time to pack. “Peter… Don’t mean to alarm but-” “Shut up, Marina!” I yelled before she could finish her sentence. I grabbed wh
Annalise
It was brief. Quick. Simple. Clean. And yet so very, very complex and confusing.
They sat apart for a while. Their eyes met, but dropped to the floor almost immediately.
Sherlock’s emotions were running wild. Emotions?
John was stunned. He couldn’t move.
It had been as he had left for work earlier. All Sherlock had done was bent down and kissed him on the cheek.
This didn’t strike either of them as odd until John was halfway to work in a taxi, at which point their faces both became the image of confusion, then shock, then embarrassment, and finally horror.
When John had got home, neither had said anything. John made tea, and sat in his chair, and Sherlock sat in his chair, where he had been for most of the day… It was a full three days before either of them said a word to the other again.
It was quick. One look and all I knew was gone. Everything I had thought defined me no longer made sense. I became a shell, not knowing anything that could come of me. One brief moment- that’s all it took to kill him.
It was only a moment, a brief moment in what seemed like the longest day of Charlie’s life. Only a fleeting, grasping, barely-there, never-to-come-again moment, but still, it resonated with him like nothing had before, the feel of her fingertips brushing his.
Short. Difficult to describe. The brief moments are also the most essential. Life is brief, don’t waste what you have. Love and live and never forget who you are, because one minute it’s there, and the next, it’s gone.
claire
His boxers were dangling loosely from his bony hips, his olive skin taut over his angular features. The girl toyed with his briefs, and he couldn’t help but stare into her crystalline eyes, entranced by her deep gaze. He loved her, it was obvious.
Megan Malone
Brief. The perfect word to describe our meeting. It was in the subway station, on a rainy Sunday morning. We brushed up against one another, exchanging “sorries” and “excuse mes”. I saw him, and then he was gone. But he was significant. More than just a random meeting on a busy morning. So much more, I could feel it.
Tori
amo. amo te.
m jibi
In a brief heartbeat she listened
In a brief heartbeat, he shot
In a brief heartbeat, he miss
In a brief moment, she fled
Dear little deer you have survived
But next time…in the next brief heartbeat
I Won’t Miss
Brief. Oh, where do we start? Brief-case. Let’s take a brief walk. Oh brief. A one syllable word that has multiple meanings. A word that can be sung on the sunday blues or the mellow fridays…brief.
Brief? My word is “Brief”. You know what else is brief? Life. The bigger picture. It’s all so brief when you look at it. That’s too bleak. I like to think it’s the “moments”…like Into the Woods. All of it is made up of moments. They’re all so beautiful. Brief like the time I had to write this. But hey…it’s still pretty good.
Tyler
The brief was in my folder and ready to go. I took a deep breath to steady myself and then walked much more confidently than I felt up the steps to the courthouse. This would be the first time I went before a judge by myself, for my client. This judge was supposed to be one of the nicer ones, I hoped.
A case. A piece of underwear. A quality every writer should strive for, because it’s the soul of wit.
Amy
rushed, quick breath. exhausted moment, struggling for breath. fighting for time. when time is not enough
Adam D'Alexander
Life, is really brief. That’s what i think it’s about, how you live it not how long your life will be. You can have a brief life, but still have a great time, or you can have a long life, but a sad one. Brief, it’s what life really means and you can live 80 years and still call life brief. Or you can live 15 years and still say your life was enough.
Andrea Díaz Conty
This is a brief time frame, and brief second to type out your heart, to splay our your soul in a small purple box. Can you hear my voice as I speak to you through this? Don’t forget you are loved and cherished and oh so precious, no matter who you are. My time is brief, but as long as you believe what I have just said, I know you’ll be fine.
Mary
It only takes a second. It’s there and then it’s gone. It’s brief.
What I had felt would last forever, was merely the opposite. It’s so funny how looking towards the future… it seems so far away. Seems like it’d last so long. What a shame it didn’t.
What a shame I couldn’t hold my own.
It’s gone now. Yes. It was brief.
But memories last forever.
Brief is a moment of time. It’s a describing word. I don’t usually use this word very often. It’s a short little word, that has a quaint little sound to it. Like, “I just have a brief amount of time.”
Erin
Let me be brief. I don’t like you. I haven’t like dyou since the day I met you and I can’t blieve you keep running around here thinking I do. I depsise you.
shianne
I’m going to allow this brief moment in time to change my entire existence. I speak of change and the wonderful healing that time exerts, but I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. This moment will only creep up as the sun sets and get closer as the sun rises. My only fear is that I won’t be able to let go.
“If you get a chance- take it; if it changes your life- let it.”
A brief moment in time. She hadn’t meant for anything to happen. But yet it had. And she was holding his number. The paper was smooth and she traced his name with her finger tips. Each nerve seemed to explode with excitement.
Kirby
i briefly think
i am alone
i am confused
i dont know where i belong
so i think
should i stay
or
should i go
mckenzie
Impossible. Nothing is ever brief in my mind. I think and overthink. Words come spilling out like a water out of a sponge that can’t hold any more. This paragraph. It’s brief. But to me it also feels a little incomplete.
Slip back and forth, back and forth, they’ll never stop. She stares at them with empty eyes, unblinking, unthinking, unfeeling, and they continue to switch around and around and around as time passes, as dreams die, as memories fade. Back and forth, back and forth.
It was a brief meeting. That one time I saw my father. I had no more than 5 minutes with him. If someone had told me he would be dead in a few hours, I think I would have never left his side. But no one did, so being 16, I pretending like hanging out with my dad was uncool. I met him once. My whole life he searched for me and mom, and when he finally finds us, I blow him off.
short space in time, a moment. nothing to say, hold on too whatever you might as it leaves. a notebook, with instructions, an effort to explain. What advice would it give, if it had the chance.
Sam
That’s how everything should be. Brief. Why do you have to think about everything, rationalize it? Just go with the flow! Care about nothing.
mada
making it brief. you may have a lot of things to say. to say all of what happened. how you can do it. how you can’t. how you loved to something happened. how you loved someone be there for you. and many many other things. but you have to make it brief. tell the whole world one word.
Kamyar Allahverdi
Brief means short and it’s really hard to keep pieces of writing that way. But for some reason, that sort of writing is the most creative. It challenges the brain to write something brief. So what will you do with it?
Alyssa
Brief. Short. I had a brief experience with death once in my life. I felt it, as if my heart had frozen over, my body cold. I felt as if I was trapped ina dark abyss, one that i could never escape. I was falling, farther and farther away from my parents, from my friends, from my family, everyone. I saw flashes of their faces before they disappeared, fading. It was only when they had come to my daughter, anabellle, that I truly tried to reach out snd grab her, but my fingers went right through her, nad her face disappeared in a flash of smoke. I was so sad, but I was also happy. I now knew that death was not something to fear, something bad. It was not anything I could have ever dreamed about.
Aidan Pilgrim
It was a brief moment in time, his hand on hers, but it seemed to last infinitely longer. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t as though he was anyone important. He was only a boy to her and she a woman grown, but his fingers resting lightly on the back of her hand was a moment she would not soon forget.
short… a type of underwear… you are given briefs for certain tasks and assignments in school/college…
shannon
short. summary simple and to the point . explaination in the shortest manner to get across what u need to say or let be known in a quick manner. description of a subject in short . to the point
frankie ballard
“I’ll make this brief – ”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Well, yes, but…”
“And you took thirty minutes speaking last time.”
“I understand, but…”
“All about Gustav Holst.”
There was a giggle resounding throughout the classroom. A rickety racket of tittering. The teacher was not amused. But the students certainly were. Very much so. By non-briefness.
as she sat in the cream colored, warm library, she replayed the brief exchange that had just taken place. still dumbfounded at the fact that it had actually happened, she forced her brain to file through every detail in an attempt to spring the memory back into life.
“Just sneak off and don’t say bye to your favorite.” She chirped, appearing around the door. The other girl jumped, laughing when she realized who it was.
“I didn’t mean to-”
“I know. All I want is a hug and a goodbye.” She said, and she walked over. The other girl stood up, and they hugged. “The yellow thing on your desk, you should read it.” She said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll miss you.”
The goodbye was brief, and the younger girls tears were brief when she left.
brief cases come in all different shapes and sizes, and they can say allot about the type of person you are. If you have a brightly coloured brief case you could be a designer.
I quickly opened the door. “Fuck.” I muttered. My eyes darted around the room. I only had a brief amount of time to pack. “Peter… Don’t mean to alarm but-” “Shut up, Marina!” I yelled before she could finish her sentence. I grabbed wh
It was brief. Quick. Simple. Clean. And yet so very, very complex and confusing.
They sat apart for a while. Their eyes met, but dropped to the floor almost immediately.
Sherlock’s emotions were running wild. Emotions?
John was stunned. He couldn’t move.
It had been as he had left for work earlier. All Sherlock had done was bent down and kissed him on the cheek.
This didn’t strike either of them as odd until John was halfway to work in a taxi, at which point their faces both became the image of confusion, then shock, then embarrassment, and finally horror.
When John had got home, neither had said anything. John made tea, and sat in his chair, and Sherlock sat in his chair, where he had been for most of the day… It was a full three days before either of them said a word to the other again.
It was quick. One look and all I knew was gone. Everything I had thought defined me no longer made sense. I became a shell, not knowing anything that could come of me. One brief moment- that’s all it took to kill him.
It was just a glimpse, just a second. But i knew what it was. A moment of happiness.
It was only a moment, a brief moment in what seemed like the longest day of Charlie’s life. Only a fleeting, grasping, barely-there, never-to-come-again moment, but still, it resonated with him like nothing had before, the feel of her fingertips brushing his.
Short. Difficult to describe. The brief moments are also the most essential. Life is brief, don’t waste what you have. Love and live and never forget who you are, because one minute it’s there, and the next, it’s gone.
His boxers were dangling loosely from his bony hips, his olive skin taut over his angular features. The girl toyed with his briefs, and he couldn’t help but stare into her crystalline eyes, entranced by her deep gaze. He loved her, it was obvious.
Brief. The perfect word to describe our meeting. It was in the subway station, on a rainy Sunday morning. We brushed up against one another, exchanging “sorries” and “excuse mes”. I saw him, and then he was gone. But he was significant. More than just a random meeting on a busy morning. So much more, I could feel it.
amo. amo te.
In a brief heartbeat she listened
In a brief heartbeat, he shot
In a brief heartbeat, he miss
In a brief moment, she fled
Dear little deer you have survived
But next time…in the next brief heartbeat
I Won’t Miss
Brief. Oh, where do we start? Brief-case. Let’s take a brief walk. Oh brief. A one syllable word that has multiple meanings. A word that can be sung on the sunday blues or the mellow fridays…brief.
Brief? My word is “Brief”. You know what else is brief? Life. The bigger picture. It’s all so brief when you look at it. That’s too bleak. I like to think it’s the “moments”…like Into the Woods. All of it is made up of moments. They’re all so beautiful. Brief like the time I had to write this. But hey…it’s still pretty good.
The brief was in my folder and ready to go. I took a deep breath to steady myself and then walked much more confidently than I felt up the steps to the courthouse. This would be the first time I went before a judge by myself, for my client. This judge was supposed to be one of the nicer ones, I hoped.
A case. A piece of underwear. A quality every writer should strive for, because it’s the soul of wit.
rushed, quick breath. exhausted moment, struggling for breath. fighting for time. when time is not enough
Life, is really brief. That’s what i think it’s about, how you live it not how long your life will be. You can have a brief life, but still have a great time, or you can have a long life, but a sad one. Brief, it’s what life really means and you can live 80 years and still call life brief. Or you can live 15 years and still say your life was enough.
This is a brief time frame, and brief second to type out your heart, to splay our your soul in a small purple box. Can you hear my voice as I speak to you through this? Don’t forget you are loved and cherished and oh so precious, no matter who you are. My time is brief, but as long as you believe what I have just said, I know you’ll be fine.
It only takes a second. It’s there and then it’s gone. It’s brief.
What I had felt would last forever, was merely the opposite. It’s so funny how looking towards the future… it seems so far away. Seems like it’d last so long. What a shame it didn’t.
What a shame I couldn’t hold my own.
It’s gone now. Yes. It was brief.
But memories last forever.
Brief is a moment of time. It’s a describing word. I don’t usually use this word very often. It’s a short little word, that has a quaint little sound to it. Like, “I just have a brief amount of time.”
Let me be brief. I don’t like you. I haven’t like dyou since the day I met you and I can’t blieve you keep running around here thinking I do. I depsise you.
I’m going to allow this brief moment in time to change my entire existence. I speak of change and the wonderful healing that time exerts, but I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. This moment will only creep up as the sun sets and get closer as the sun rises. My only fear is that I won’t be able to let go.
“If you get a chance- take it; if it changes your life- let it.”
A brief moment in time. She hadn’t meant for anything to happen. But yet it had. And she was holding his number. The paper was smooth and she traced his name with her finger tips. Each nerve seemed to explode with excitement.
i briefly think
i am alone
i am confused
i dont know where i belong
so i think
should i stay
or
should i go
Impossible. Nothing is ever brief in my mind. I think and overthink. Words come spilling out like a water out of a sponge that can’t hold any more. This paragraph. It’s brief. But to me it also feels a little incomplete.
Slip back and forth, back and forth, they’ll never stop. She stares at them with empty eyes, unblinking, unthinking, unfeeling, and they continue to switch around and around and around as time passes, as dreams die, as memories fade. Back and forth, back and forth.
no long. and to keep it brief i’ll finish here.
It was a brief meeting. That one time I saw my father. I had no more than 5 minutes with him. If someone had told me he would be dead in a few hours, I think I would have never left his side. But no one did, so being 16, I pretending like hanging out with my dad was uncool. I met him once. My whole life he searched for me and mom, and when he finally finds us, I blow him off.
short space in time, a moment. nothing to say, hold on too whatever you might as it leaves. a notebook, with instructions, an effort to explain. What advice would it give, if it had the chance.
That’s how everything should be. Brief. Why do you have to think about everything, rationalize it? Just go with the flow! Care about nothing.
making it brief. you may have a lot of things to say. to say all of what happened. how you can do it. how you can’t. how you loved to something happened. how you loved someone be there for you. and many many other things. but you have to make it brief. tell the whole world one word.
Brief means short and it’s really hard to keep pieces of writing that way. But for some reason, that sort of writing is the most creative. It challenges the brain to write something brief. So what will you do with it?
Brief. Short. I had a brief experience with death once in my life. I felt it, as if my heart had frozen over, my body cold. I felt as if I was trapped ina dark abyss, one that i could never escape. I was falling, farther and farther away from my parents, from my friends, from my family, everyone. I saw flashes of their faces before they disappeared, fading. It was only when they had come to my daughter, anabellle, that I truly tried to reach out snd grab her, but my fingers went right through her, nad her face disappeared in a flash of smoke. I was so sad, but I was also happy. I now knew that death was not something to fear, something bad. It was not anything I could have ever dreamed about.
It was a brief moment in time, his hand on hers, but it seemed to last infinitely longer. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t as though he was anyone important. He was only a boy to her and she a woman grown, but his fingers resting lightly on the back of her hand was a moment she would not soon forget.
short… a type of underwear… you are given briefs for certain tasks and assignments in school/college…
short. summary simple and to the point . explaination in the shortest manner to get across what u need to say or let be known in a quick manner. description of a subject in short . to the point
“I’ll make this brief – ”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Well, yes, but…”
“And you took thirty minutes speaking last time.”
“I understand, but…”
“All about Gustav Holst.”
There was a giggle resounding throughout the classroom. A rickety racket of tittering. The teacher was not amused. But the students certainly were. Very much so. By non-briefness.