It’s calling to me. The desire to write, to create, to make something more of myself. I can excel someday, I could write a classic like Steinbeck or Rowling. Why can’t I get there? Push myself?
Oh well, I’ll go back to reddit.
MJ
you’re calling my name. i skip and smile, overjoyed to see you and your silly crooked smile. RING goes the alarm. i wake up, and realize it was all a dream.
Katherine
Someone is calling me. I’m not sure who… but the phone is ringing. Very loudly. I can’t hear myself think. My homework will be… put on hold. I can’t… think. I don’t want to answer the phone. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to. And the voices are calling to me. Through the phone. Into my head. I can’t stand it any more. Save me.
Liesl
The urge was undeniable. A calling almost. she felt it in her bones. Would you call this blood lust? Maybe. She eyed the butcher knife on the kitchen counter. One quick slice and she’d be rid of him forever.
My calling in life is to be rude, sarcastic, cynical, and generally obnoxious. It’s a good thing that it works for me, because I’ve said some pretty offensive things in the past.
calling someone is never fun, i never know what to say to them should i say hi first and how should i say it should i ask how they are or get right to the point im not a very good talker so it makes me nervous to talk on the phone i would rather type to them on msn or something, i just find it strange like too much pressure is on my shoulders to speak and make it un-awkward.
Jessica
i spent all night doing it. ring after ring. voicemail message is burned into my memory. I just want your voice to be on the other end of the line. i just keep doing it…
Kassie
They are voices.
They are calling.
They want us.
They want revenge.
They know who we are.
They know what we will be.
They won’t win.
They never win.
We win.
It’s ours.
Game over.
it was a cold day and i knew there was something i had to be doing but for the life of me i couldn’t remember what it was. I just stood in the middle of the road and waited for something to change, something that would change my life for the better, something that would give my life meaning.
micky
i like to think that writing is my calling in life, but that hasn’t happened lately. or, for the past few months, actually. why do i let my friends cripple me like this? or more likely it’s me that’s doing the crippling. this just might be the universe telling me that the ending that i’m trhing to force upon the story just isn’t right. but i can’t think of a proper ending. and the idea of getting started again, after a hiatis of this long is rather frightening, actually. so, i’m probably a coward. o
Misha
It is a calling, irresistible. The wind whispers outside his window, biting cold, but he throws open the shutters and climbs out and stares at the moon and that stars that are bright milky pure white. He is transfixed, feels drawn to them, and suddenly he’s floating up, up, and he can touch them. They are cool and sparkling in his fingers; they swirl about him like snow in the deep sea blue.
Then he awakes and is cold and lonely. Everything seems so dull. Something is calling again, so he drives to her place in the middle of the night and there she is outside, awake and staring up at the star-dusted sky. She is floating and terrified; she needs an anchor. She sees him and returns to earth in a warm rush of relief, and they sit together until he shows her there’s no need to be afraid of the vast space above them.
They are complete.
i’m searching for my calling in life.
am i a writer?
am i a mother?
a sister?
a daughter?
a friend?
an advocate?
a lover?
a sharer?
a listener?
a helper?
a perpetual loser?
i don’t know
i am listening for this calling
Holly
God is always calling. Calls us to be passionate, to be happy, by being positive. Our parents call us to be brighter, better, follow our dreams. Our friends call us to hangout. Our little inspiration calls us to be ourselves in the best way possible.
emily
“Do I have a calling?”
“Of course. Everyone has a calling.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“You do. You just have to find it.”
“What if I don’t want to find it?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to find it?”
“I think my calling involves killing small animals.”
Danny gave me a look that could scare small children.
“Don’t be stupid. Now let’s go kill this guy before the mission collapses.”
I was calling you from a hard plastic seat in the terminal at Gate C. Detroit. You were the only person I knew to call, because I didn’t feel like talking, and I knew I could count on you to talk to me and let me just soak in peace and light and simply listen. You went on and on for hours. Normally I would have checked to see how many minutes I’d used, but with you it was a little different. I needed this. I hadn’t been able to listen in so long, and finally being able to, especially to you, felt like my own small corner of heaven.
I’m waiting for you to ask me to call you.
Almost two months and we’ve only been on the phone together twice.
Ryan, get with the program. I like hearing your voice.
Calling someone can be fun, but it’s often awkward if you haven’t talked to them on the phone before. Sure, it’s nice to hear their voice. But what if you have nothing to talk about? Then it’s weird and lame. Ick, that’s why I don’t call Ryan. I think I’m almost done. :3
Clara Nicole
i can hear you
mumbling
you’re so tired
calling me
i’m so tired
of staying up for you
you pretend to care
it’s all a lie
it makes me want to cry
because it’s all a lie
i can’t take much more of this
really
it’s too much.
stop calling.
“Why did you call me last night?” I asked. “Because…I needed to know that you were okay. It will be okay–it might not seem like it right now, but it will be.” I’m not a big hugger, but I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and hold him close. “Thanks,” I whispered.
People are always telling you to find your “calling”, whatever that means. Me? I’m not sure I have a calling. I’m not sure that the fates really align to designate a calling to each human; it would be awfully time-consuming.
Hannah
i have a calling to write. i believe that i could write books that would be interseting and have good moral lessons. i just need to focus and work to say what i need to say. i hope that i will do so.
v catlette
i hear them calling me its a song by kid cudi, its not deep but its the first thing that i thought about when i read that word calling, why is everything here purple? what the fuck is that? i don’t know what else to say
brendan mullin
I went out to the mall the other day and heard a bird calling from a tree. it was a blue bird with a bad attitude. I think my grandmother would have liked it cause it was pretty. but she wouldn’t have known the truth.
Jacob
the purple elephant ran to the house with pride and joy. there a yellow flower was waiting for him to get his task.
Lei
It was her name, Elzabella. They called her by that word. Was it really her name? She wasn’t sure. PAUSE. There it was again. Elzabella. Why couldn’t they see she was too busy to come?
Katherine
I just had to wirte a story on calling. I think i will call the website maker and tell them that they need more words becasuse this is pretty boring now and not creative.
crystal
I could remember you calling my name before the silence began. My ears were ringing but I could see the panic in your eyes and your mouth open wide screaming my name. But I heard none of it.
i am calling the man next store because he stole my eggs from my blue chicken the i bought from the man in the tree down thew street from my old uncle.
crystal
Some people have a calling; they know from an early age what they want to be when they grow up. I was never one of those people. Here I am, in middle age, and I still won’t admit to a need to “grow up”, let alone have something as serious as a “career”. I suppose I’m lucky that I’m an artist; being “grown up” can be a handicap.
I didn’t really know how to explain it when she asked. I didn’t even really understand it myself. How do prove to someone what your calling in life is? How do you show them that you are meant for that calling? How do you cope with all the voices, no matter how loud they may cry, insisting that you are making a mistake?
You, Calling, On a phone, texting, everyone. calling your boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or daughter or son, or coworker
or cousin
June
calling can mean a number of things like calling a friend on the telephone or calling for your dog. uh calling calling calling calling….kind of loses its meaning after you say it over and over. calling calling calling calling. hahahahha
george orwell
He kept calling her and calling her. It was a bit annoying, but she supposed if you were out in the middle of nowhere, people assumed you were bored. She wasn’t bored or lonely. She wished he’d stop calling.
It was the calling that I’d always lacked. I think I’d always been listening for it, sitting under trees in the nighttime and feeling my soul ebb and flow in my chest, hoping for a sign about what I should do with my life. I heard plenty, but it was either directionless or multidirectional – nothing providing a sense of purpose. No calling.
Today was my day of calling. Today was the day I was meant to do all that was ever expected of me, and it all started with a call.
I was calling my best friend and learned that today, of all days I was called to serve my country.
God has a calling for each and every one of us. I long to know his calling for my life and feel that it has something to do with ministry; which excites and freaks me out at the same time!
Tracy Robbins
I am calling her. I don’t know what to say, or what to do, but I know I have to hear her sweet voice. I know that I just have to hear a “Hello,” and I’d be okay. I miss her charm and wit. I love her, more than words could explain. Please pick up.
It’s calling to me. The desire to write, to create, to make something more of myself. I can excel someday, I could write a classic like Steinbeck or Rowling. Why can’t I get there? Push myself?
Oh well, I’ll go back to reddit.
you’re calling my name. i skip and smile, overjoyed to see you and your silly crooked smile. RING goes the alarm. i wake up, and realize it was all a dream.
Someone is calling me. I’m not sure who… but the phone is ringing. Very loudly. I can’t hear myself think. My homework will be… put on hold. I can’t… think. I don’t want to answer the phone. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to. And the voices are calling to me. Through the phone. Into my head. I can’t stand it any more. Save me.
The urge was undeniable. A calling almost. she felt it in her bones. Would you call this blood lust? Maybe. She eyed the butcher knife on the kitchen counter. One quick slice and she’d be rid of him forever.
My calling in life is to be rude, sarcastic, cynical, and generally obnoxious. It’s a good thing that it works for me, because I’ve said some pretty offensive things in the past.
calling someone is never fun, i never know what to say to them should i say hi first and how should i say it should i ask how they are or get right to the point im not a very good talker so it makes me nervous to talk on the phone i would rather type to them on msn or something, i just find it strange like too much pressure is on my shoulders to speak and make it un-awkward.
i spent all night doing it. ring after ring. voicemail message is burned into my memory. I just want your voice to be on the other end of the line. i just keep doing it…
They are voices.
They are calling.
They want us.
They want revenge.
They know who we are.
They know what we will be.
They won’t win.
They never win.
We win.
It’s ours.
Game over.
over to you.
your
beautiful nature
kick the habit that calls
you to knock my abilities
my nature
my favorite calling codes
help me be good
I hear the open road calling to me. Road trip it says. Let the wind take me where it will. See new sites and old landmarks. I will leave today.
waiting for your call im sick, call im angry, call im desperate for your voice.
i want to call him tonight
some boy called this girl once and wanted her to lie and say she loved him.
it was a cold day and i knew there was something i had to be doing but for the life of me i couldn’t remember what it was. I just stood in the middle of the road and waited for something to change, something that would change my life for the better, something that would give my life meaning.
i like to think that writing is my calling in life, but that hasn’t happened lately. or, for the past few months, actually. why do i let my friends cripple me like this? or more likely it’s me that’s doing the crippling. this just might be the universe telling me that the ending that i’m trhing to force upon the story just isn’t right. but i can’t think of a proper ending. and the idea of getting started again, after a hiatis of this long is rather frightening, actually. so, i’m probably a coward. o
It is a calling, irresistible. The wind whispers outside his window, biting cold, but he throws open the shutters and climbs out and stares at the moon and that stars that are bright milky pure white. He is transfixed, feels drawn to them, and suddenly he’s floating up, up, and he can touch them. They are cool and sparkling in his fingers; they swirl about him like snow in the deep sea blue.
Then he awakes and is cold and lonely. Everything seems so dull. Something is calling again, so he drives to her place in the middle of the night and there she is outside, awake and staring up at the star-dusted sky. She is floating and terrified; she needs an anchor. She sees him and returns to earth in a warm rush of relief, and they sit together until he shows her there’s no need to be afraid of the vast space above them.
They are complete.
i’m searching for my calling in life.
am i a writer?
am i a mother?
a sister?
a daughter?
a friend?
an advocate?
a lover?
a sharer?
a listener?
a helper?
a perpetual loser?
i don’t know
i am listening for this calling
God is always calling. Calls us to be passionate, to be happy, by being positive. Our parents call us to be brighter, better, follow our dreams. Our friends call us to hangout. Our little inspiration calls us to be ourselves in the best way possible.
“Do I have a calling?”
“Of course. Everyone has a calling.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“You do. You just have to find it.”
“What if I don’t want to find it?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to find it?”
“I think my calling involves killing small animals.”
Danny gave me a look that could scare small children.
“Don’t be stupid. Now let’s go kill this guy before the mission collapses.”
I was calling you from a hard plastic seat in the terminal at Gate C. Detroit. You were the only person I knew to call, because I didn’t feel like talking, and I knew I could count on you to talk to me and let me just soak in peace and light and simply listen. You went on and on for hours. Normally I would have checked to see how many minutes I’d used, but with you it was a little different. I needed this. I hadn’t been able to listen in so long, and finally being able to, especially to you, felt like my own small corner of heaven.
I’m waiting for you to ask me to call you.
Almost two months and we’ve only been on the phone together twice.
Ryan, get with the program. I like hearing your voice.
And one of those times, you were in the hospital.
Calling someone can be fun, but it’s often awkward if you haven’t talked to them on the phone before. Sure, it’s nice to hear their voice. But what if you have nothing to talk about? Then it’s weird and lame. Ick, that’s why I don’t call Ryan. I think I’m almost done. :3
i can hear you
mumbling
you’re so tired
calling me
i’m so tired
of staying up for you
you pretend to care
it’s all a lie
it makes me want to cry
because it’s all a lie
i can’t take much more of this
really
it’s too much.
stop calling.
“Why did you call me last night?” I asked. “Because…I needed to know that you were okay. It will be okay–it might not seem like it right now, but it will be.” I’m not a big hugger, but I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and hold him close. “Thanks,” I whispered.
People are always telling you to find your “calling”, whatever that means. Me? I’m not sure I have a calling. I’m not sure that the fates really align to designate a calling to each human; it would be awfully time-consuming.
i have a calling to write. i believe that i could write books that would be interseting and have good moral lessons. i just need to focus and work to say what i need to say. i hope that i will do so.
i hear them calling me its a song by kid cudi, its not deep but its the first thing that i thought about when i read that word calling, why is everything here purple? what the fuck is that? i don’t know what else to say
I went out to the mall the other day and heard a bird calling from a tree. it was a blue bird with a bad attitude. I think my grandmother would have liked it cause it was pretty. but she wouldn’t have known the truth.
the purple elephant ran to the house with pride and joy. there a yellow flower was waiting for him to get his task.
It was her name, Elzabella. They called her by that word. Was it really her name? She wasn’t sure. PAUSE. There it was again. Elzabella. Why couldn’t they see she was too busy to come?
I just had to wirte a story on calling. I think i will call the website maker and tell them that they need more words becasuse this is pretty boring now and not creative.
I could remember you calling my name before the silence began. My ears were ringing but I could see the panic in your eyes and your mouth open wide screaming my name. But I heard none of it.
i am calling the man next store because he stole my eggs from my blue chicken the i bought from the man in the tree down thew street from my old uncle.
Some people have a calling; they know from an early age what they want to be when they grow up. I was never one of those people. Here I am, in middle age, and I still won’t admit to a need to “grow up”, let alone have something as serious as a “career”. I suppose I’m lucky that I’m an artist; being “grown up” can be a handicap.
I didn’t really know how to explain it when she asked. I didn’t even really understand it myself. How do prove to someone what your calling in life is? How do you show them that you are meant for that calling? How do you cope with all the voices, no matter how loud they may cry, insisting that you are making a mistake?
You, Calling, On a phone, texting, everyone. calling your boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or daughter or son, or coworker
or cousin
calling can mean a number of things like calling a friend on the telephone or calling for your dog. uh calling calling calling calling….kind of loses its meaning after you say it over and over. calling calling calling calling. hahahahha
He kept calling her and calling her. It was a bit annoying, but she supposed if you were out in the middle of nowhere, people assumed you were bored. She wasn’t bored or lonely. She wished he’d stop calling.
It was the calling that I’d always lacked. I think I’d always been listening for it, sitting under trees in the nighttime and feeling my soul ebb and flow in my chest, hoping for a sign about what I should do with my life. I heard plenty, but it was either directionless or multidirectional – nothing providing a sense of purpose. No calling.
Today was my day of calling. Today was the day I was meant to do all that was ever expected of me, and it all started with a call.
I was calling my best friend and learned that today, of all days I was called to serve my country.
God has a calling for each and every one of us. I long to know his calling for my life and feel that it has something to do with ministry; which excites and freaks me out at the same time!
I am calling her. I don’t know what to say, or what to do, but I know I have to hear her sweet voice. I know that I just have to hear a “Hello,” and I’d be okay. I miss her charm and wit. I love her, more than words could explain. Please pick up.