One century ago, electricity was the new greatest thing. This century, it seems like the new greatest thing is instant communication the internet brings. A century from now, the next greatest thing?? Its unimaginable
Aaron
It’s the time of the century to do many things. It’s the time to do great things. The time to do historical things. Just take the time to do what this century will allow you to do.
Aaron
a time period of 100 years. it could seem like forever, but it truly is a short amount of time. a century ago, it would be impossible for me to write this.
M
the boy walked into the deserted room. he felt as if he had been hiding for a century. the teachers had all filed out and he was alone in the large stone room. the alter was still in the center of the room, blood soaked and dripping with the sweat of the boy who had just layed there.
I got… Nothing. This is sad actually. I was going to write about my age, but then realized it was decades I was after. I thought train was hard, this is bloody difficult. Oh lordy.
The understatement of the century is that my dad only drinks occasionally…life sucks.
Kathryn
A century ahs passed since I last saw you. A long century through which I lost my mind. And i don’t know how you took it. But the years were not kind to me. And now I’m sat, staring at your photo, wondering. Are you still there? Are you still out there somewhere, waiting for me? And if we ever found each other, could we ever be the same? This long century has left me withered, broken and lonesome. What has it done to you?
It felt as if it would take a century until she got what she deserved for needlessly casting him aside. But he’d keep trying, again and again, until her hysterical screams no longer satisfied him.
can it really be another century. twirling turning…time seems to just swirl past me, no pattern or reason. And i’m just an observer, patient and a bit in awe.
one hundred years is not enough time to capture the ideas, movements and changes that can happen in a century. The mind cannot deal with that much in such a regulated way, in time. We need more. We need Morentury.
Skais
a time frame. 100 years. we are currently in the 21st century.
k
Stop wasting your time. Finish everything you’ve ever wanted to finish. Smoking, drinking, slutting. Never stop experiencing. You have until next century.
I would wait a century and more for you. Please, come back soon. I’ll miss you dearly, but I understand. It’s you responsibility. Thank you. I love you.
The end of a century is always a little apocalypse. The old and fearful of the last dreaded this new age of steam, evolving into unseen powers.
Kerrin
Reminds me of history. that damn thing. i hate the subjest… hours spent over those damned notes. thank god theres a chance i can give it up this year, hey? well, aside form my parent’s beliefs… its my life.
Shiv
i wasn’t sure we’d make it. you always said we would. like you knew everything. like living into this century was your biggest accomplishment. that and being right.
She walked alone under the falling leaves. The path wound in and out of a forest that harbored the yellow-orange glow of a late autumn afternoon. Only during these times could she look back on her achievements from the last century. She felt like one of those leaves, with her time almost up, ready to be the leaf to let go of the stem.
One century ago, electricity was the new greatest thing. This century, it seems like the new greatest thing is instant communication the internet brings. A century from now, the next greatest thing?? Its unimaginable
It’s the time of the century to do many things. It’s the time to do great things. The time to do historical things. Just take the time to do what this century will allow you to do.
a time period of 100 years. it could seem like forever, but it truly is a short amount of time. a century ago, it would be impossible for me to write this.
the boy walked into the deserted room. he felt as if he had been hiding for a century. the teachers had all filed out and he was alone in the large stone room. the alter was still in the center of the room, blood soaked and dripping with the sweat of the boy who had just layed there.
I got… Nothing. This is sad actually. I was going to write about my age, but then realized it was decades I was after. I thought train was hard, this is bloody difficult. Oh lordy.
The understatement of the century is that my dad only drinks occasionally…life sucks.
A century ahs passed since I last saw you. A long century through which I lost my mind. And i don’t know how you took it. But the years were not kind to me. And now I’m sat, staring at your photo, wondering. Are you still there? Are you still out there somewhere, waiting for me? And if we ever found each other, could we ever be the same? This long century has left me withered, broken and lonesome. What has it done to you?
It felt as if it would take a century until she got what she deserved for needlessly casting him aside. But he’d keep trying, again and again, until her hysterical screams no longer satisfied him.
can it really be another century. twirling turning…time seems to just swirl past me, no pattern or reason. And i’m just an observer, patient and a bit in awe.
one hundred years is not enough time to capture the ideas, movements and changes that can happen in a century. The mind cannot deal with that much in such a regulated way, in time. We need more. We need Morentury.
a time frame. 100 years. we are currently in the 21st century.
Stop wasting your time. Finish everything you’ve ever wanted to finish. Smoking, drinking, slutting. Never stop experiencing. You have until next century.
I would wait a century and more for you. Please, come back soon. I’ll miss you dearly, but I understand. It’s you responsibility. Thank you. I love you.
Driving my car to the doctors surgery took me on a journey across centuries. A journey through a life long gone, now catching up with me.
The end of a century is always a little apocalypse. The old and fearful of the last dreaded this new age of steam, evolving into unseen powers.
Reminds me of history. that damn thing. i hate the subjest… hours spent over those damned notes. thank god theres a chance i can give it up this year, hey? well, aside form my parent’s beliefs… its my life.
i wasn’t sure we’d make it. you always said we would. like you knew everything. like living into this century was your biggest accomplishment. that and being right.
It takes 100 years to finish a thought that will have any sort of lasting impression
She walked alone under the falling leaves. The path wound in and out of a forest that harbored the yellow-orange glow of a late autumn afternoon. Only during these times could she look back on her achievements from the last century. She felt like one of those leaves, with her time almost up, ready to be the leaf to let go of the stem.