Her mind would always race over the littlest things. It wouldn’t matter where she was, even if she was in her own personal paradise, she could never forget her mistakes.
Theory – life out of balance Is what makes life interesting. Unpredictable.
Arturo
chaos is a word that has several meanings it can mean disorderly conduct or it could also mean a something that is not going very well…they can be techinally the same thing in theory but it depends on the context you use it in. Chaos is a fun word to say.
Ryan
When all the world is destroyed shaos will reign.
Chaos will be or master and our liberator
the world will be free from humanity once again,
a
Tyler
chaos has happened in the past and it will continue in the future generations. Omg ! ! This is devastating i tell you ! ! Go ahead and stop the so-called “chaos”.
rahul
It makes the world go around. Without chaos there may be no room for peace. Who brings about chaos? is it the devil or perhaps its the inner evil in all of us. I once read that if left alone, humans will naturally transgress into a chaotic state. I think this is true of all human beings.
Ruby Wake
From chaos comes order. The multiverse is a giant balancing ground. Chaos, Law, Goodness, Evil… All come from the same source. Without chaos, we don’t have free thought.
There was no time to waste, because apparently the inside of the castle was total chaos. “Are you quite sure you need to go inside now?” A nervous looking man in a waistcoat asked, wringing his hands and sweating quite visibly.
“I would think so, yes.” She stepped towards the door, but the man stepped in front of her.
“Look your majesty, I’ve been practicing my spells.” He gingerly extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and stared at it. “It’ll only take a moment.” He assured her.
“Of course… I couldn’t be more interested.” She proceeded to shove the man aside and entered the castle.
Shannon
He was intimately familiar with chaos; it lived in his bedroom, ruled his domain and dominated his mind.
gino
my life.. what is going on in my head right this moment. my heart. my relationship with humanity. the love for my ex. my past.
The world is spinning, her head is pounding, yet she doesn’t know what to do. Perhaps she should cling onto the frail edges of the world, just for a bit longer, to see what sort of chaos will unfold before her.
elynn
Chaos is unpredictable. It can be scary and exciting at the same time. Chaos could range from taking your kids to the beach to riots at a government summit. It is a word that inspires fear and uncertainty along with a longing to be different. Chaos can be visual or physical. Perhaps both. It is a feeling of disorganization and unpredictability. It can make you feel scared, unsure, excited and amazed.
Darcey
As my mind slowly decends into chaos, the flaming bunny rabbits will eat your soul. It’s just fate, I’m afraid. Chaos always brings flaming bunnies…
Nothingness. It was black, what could she do? She took a deep breath, and jumped in.
What was happening? She felt nothingness. She felt at ease. All was peaceful.
Rose
So I see it’s the same word each day (and it lost my first entry since I wasn’t registered?). Chaos is a lack of. Just that. a lack of. I wonder if I can write this somewhere else, another medium I mean. I wonder how fast I can write one of these. Only 60 seconds. I hate lack of focus. It’s worse than writer’s block.
The bulidings crumbled all around me as I ran, my feet punding in rhythm with my heart. Cars lay on their sides, some even burning; lamposts had fallen, obstructing the cracked roads strewn with rumble. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Them, lumbering over to me slowly, one of it’s legs dragging behind it…. the creators of this chaos, the bringers of the apocalypse… zombies.
Five small children who have to pee, but you are in the line for security and running late to get on the plane. Everyone’s shoes are off, the toiletries are being measured for illicit levels of dangerous contents-like shampoo! My sweater is in the other baggage xray, and everywhere, there is noise, shoving, the tepid sweat of people frozen in motion, the frenzy simultaneous with the waiting. I can’t help but to think of lines that other people have stood in, waiting for events so far beyond their control. What if I had to yield my wedding ring in this line? Or my hair? Or my children? What if we were divided and sent off to labor camps or worse? But all is well. We find the kids’ shoes on the other side, another entanglement of sorting the jumbled sizes and shapes. Even my errant sweater has returned, and everyone more or less manages to reclaim the stray items, to break free if the throng. Eventually, to find the bathroom. And to take a breath, and try to chase away a pounding headache brewing behind my eye. Sweet liberty of chaos…
Sarah
there’s a storm brewing in the shadows of my mind. Chaos is her name.
a world full of lies
and a world full of life
what we think we do not do
what we want we do not act
let us become what were not let us become what we want to be
let life be our anger and moral support to train and teach us to discipline us when we make mistakes
caleb
Chaos surrounded the group as they huddled together, attempting to block out the screams of the dead and dying. When they had first set out on their journey, it had seemed like a great idea to hire a warrior with a resume as decorated as Kane’s was. Now that they saw him in action however, it was not awe they felt, but rather disgust at the way he mercilessly slaughtered all who stood in his path.
hello how r u idk that is not an anwser ur point w/e i dont care
yes u do
no i dont
yes u do
just STIOP
NO I DONT WANT TOO
I DONT THINK I WILL
NEVER
OK
YEP
SO WHATSU P
IDK
NOOOO
REMEMBER U CANT SAY THAT
FINE
ASK ME AGAIN
OK
WHATS UP
THE SKY
UR OUTSIDE
YES YES I AM
OMG THATS SOOOOO COOL
HAHA IK
IM BEAST :)
Jamie Marie
i dont know what this is. so im going to right about nothing. just nothing nothing at all. so whats up. no ur not talking about nothing your talking about something >:-l
Jamie Marie
The noise filled the eardrums of everyone in a three-mile radius. The shouts, the stomps, and the smells were taking over the senses of all the people around the fighting. Why the violence? She thought. Then she remembered, BECAUSE THE HUMANS ARE STUPID. THEY DO NOT KNOW BETTER.
Frankie
whirls around like leaves in autumn. I stop and pick up one leaf one idea and the edges cut my fingers. I neve rknew chaos could bleed red. When I am flung into chaos Ibreak into pieces and become something new. I am born into a new shape and fly away, a clock
Laura
Theory and resolution. Some kind of golden ratio. The numbers eat each other. The frond of the fern will pull out to you and wrap its spindly leaves around your wrist.
My life is chaos, completely and totally. Sometimes I wake up, and I couldn’t tell you which way is up and which way is down. I want to say that I want out- but I had a really good dream last night.
He stared at the chaos that had exploded in front of him. A bomb, a bomb had exploded, one of those makeshift car bombs, he figured. Time Square was in ruins. He felt his knees go and he fell to the sticky, wet pavement. Red. Blood. He was sitting in blood. He raised his shaking hand to his head, it came away red. Oh, it was his blood.
The butterfly effect. When you pull off a butterfly wing on one side of the world you create a hurricane on the other.
Amanda
there is a theory about this word. i dont know what it is. i suppose i can tell you my theory though. life is chaos. it will never be understood by anyone living today.
randi
WE all try so hard to organize the chaos of our lives. the times, busy schedules, rush hour, it’s all to put order to madness. but sometimes its better to just let madness flow.
Leah
Nothing and everything and firestorms of emptiness, bleeding hurricanes of this fear and this wild, wild feeling called love. And you. You are my chaos.
out of control. cant do anything to stop it. organized and disorganized at the same time. utter chaos.
Kat
Chaos. It was surprisingly bright; purple, with red swirls. Though they weren’t always swirls. That was the strange thing, the nature of chaos. It was ever changing, never the same the second time you looked at it.
It was complete chaos. She drew a gold finch, and it was so messed that she turned bright red and didn’t dare to listen to the laughter. The teacher told them to settle down, but they wouldn’t listen. She cried. Nobody understood.
Her mind would always race over the littlest things. It wouldn’t matter where she was, even if she was in her own personal paradise, she could never forget her mistakes.
Theory – life out of balance Is what makes life interesting. Unpredictable.
chaos is a word that has several meanings it can mean disorderly conduct or it could also mean a something that is not going very well…they can be techinally the same thing in theory but it depends on the context you use it in. Chaos is a fun word to say.
When all the world is destroyed shaos will reign.
Chaos will be or master and our liberator
the world will be free from humanity once again,
a
chaos has happened in the past and it will continue in the future generations. Omg ! ! This is devastating i tell you ! ! Go ahead and stop the so-called “chaos”.
It makes the world go around. Without chaos there may be no room for peace. Who brings about chaos? is it the devil or perhaps its the inner evil in all of us. I once read that if left alone, humans will naturally transgress into a chaotic state. I think this is true of all human beings.
From chaos comes order. The multiverse is a giant balancing ground. Chaos, Law, Goodness, Evil… All come from the same source. Without chaos, we don’t have free thought.
There was no time to waste, because apparently the inside of the castle was total chaos. “Are you quite sure you need to go inside now?” A nervous looking man in a waistcoat asked, wringing his hands and sweating quite visibly.
“I would think so, yes.” She stepped towards the door, but the man stepped in front of her.
“Look your majesty, I’ve been practicing my spells.” He gingerly extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and stared at it. “It’ll only take a moment.” He assured her.
“Of course… I couldn’t be more interested.” She proceeded to shove the man aside and entered the castle.
He was intimately familiar with chaos; it lived in his bedroom, ruled his domain and dominated his mind.
my life.. what is going on in my head right this moment. my heart. my relationship with humanity. the love for my ex. my past.
The world is spinning, her head is pounding, yet she doesn’t know what to do. Perhaps she should cling onto the frail edges of the world, just for a bit longer, to see what sort of chaos will unfold before her.
Chaos is unpredictable. It can be scary and exciting at the same time. Chaos could range from taking your kids to the beach to riots at a government summit. It is a word that inspires fear and uncertainty along with a longing to be different. Chaos can be visual or physical. Perhaps both. It is a feeling of disorganization and unpredictability. It can make you feel scared, unsure, excited and amazed.
As my mind slowly decends into chaos, the flaming bunny rabbits will eat your soul. It’s just fate, I’m afraid. Chaos always brings flaming bunnies…
Nothingness. It was black, what could she do? She took a deep breath, and jumped in.
What was happening? She felt nothingness. She felt at ease. All was peaceful.
So I see it’s the same word each day (and it lost my first entry since I wasn’t registered?). Chaos is a lack of. Just that. a lack of. I wonder if I can write this somewhere else, another medium I mean. I wonder how fast I can write one of these. Only 60 seconds. I hate lack of focus. It’s worse than writer’s block.
The bulidings crumbled all around me as I ran, my feet punding in rhythm with my heart. Cars lay on their sides, some even burning; lamposts had fallen, obstructing the cracked roads strewn with rumble. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Them, lumbering over to me slowly, one of it’s legs dragging behind it…. the creators of this chaos, the bringers of the apocalypse… zombies.
Five small children who have to pee, but you are in the line for security and running late to get on the plane. Everyone’s shoes are off, the toiletries are being measured for illicit levels of dangerous contents-like shampoo! My sweater is in the other baggage xray, and everywhere, there is noise, shoving, the tepid sweat of people frozen in motion, the frenzy simultaneous with the waiting. I can’t help but to think of lines that other people have stood in, waiting for events so far beyond their control. What if I had to yield my wedding ring in this line? Or my hair? Or my children? What if we were divided and sent off to labor camps or worse? But all is well. We find the kids’ shoes on the other side, another entanglement of sorting the jumbled sizes and shapes. Even my errant sweater has returned, and everyone more or less manages to reclaim the stray items, to break free if the throng. Eventually, to find the bathroom. And to take a breath, and try to chase away a pounding headache brewing behind my eye. Sweet liberty of chaos…
there’s a storm brewing in the shadows of my mind. Chaos is her name.
a world full of lies
and a world full of life
what we think we do not do
what we want we do not act
let us become what were not let us become what we want to be
let life be our anger and moral support to train and teach us to discipline us when we make mistakes
Chaos surrounded the group as they huddled together, attempting to block out the screams of the dead and dying. When they had first set out on their journey, it had seemed like a great idea to hire a warrior with a resume as decorated as Kane’s was. Now that they saw him in action however, it was not awe they felt, but rather disgust at the way he mercilessly slaughtered all who stood in his path.
hello how r u idk that is not an anwser ur point w/e i dont care
yes u do
no i dont
yes u do
just STIOP
NO I DONT WANT TOO
I DONT THINK I WILL
NEVER
OK
YEP
SO WHATSU P
IDK
NOOOO
REMEMBER U CANT SAY THAT
FINE
ASK ME AGAIN
OK
WHATS UP
THE SKY
UR OUTSIDE
YES YES I AM
OMG THATS SOOOOO COOL
HAHA IK
IM BEAST :)
i dont know what this is. so im going to right about nothing. just nothing nothing at all. so whats up. no ur not talking about nothing your talking about something >:-l
The noise filled the eardrums of everyone in a three-mile radius. The shouts, the stomps, and the smells were taking over the senses of all the people around the fighting. Why the violence? She thought. Then she remembered, BECAUSE THE HUMANS ARE STUPID. THEY DO NOT KNOW BETTER.
whirls around like leaves in autumn. I stop and pick up one leaf one idea and the edges cut my fingers. I neve rknew chaos could bleed red. When I am flung into chaos Ibreak into pieces and become something new. I am born into a new shape and fly away, a clock
Theory and resolution. Some kind of golden ratio. The numbers eat each other. The frond of the fern will pull out to you and wrap its spindly leaves around your wrist.
Theory and resolution. Some kind of spiral. The frond of the fern will pull out to you and wrap its spindly leaves around your wrist.
My life is chaos, completely and totally. Sometimes I wake up, and I couldn’t tell you which way is up and which way is down. I want to say that I want out- but I had a really good dream last night.
He stared at the chaos that had exploded in front of him. A bomb, a bomb had exploded, one of those makeshift car bombs, he figured. Time Square was in ruins. He felt his knees go and he fell to the sticky, wet pavement. Red. Blood. He was sitting in blood. He raised his shaking hand to his head, it came away red. Oh, it was his blood.
The butterfly effect. When you pull off a butterfly wing on one side of the world you create a hurricane on the other.
there is a theory about this word. i dont know what it is. i suppose i can tell you my theory though. life is chaos. it will never be understood by anyone living today.
WE all try so hard to organize the chaos of our lives. the times, busy schedules, rush hour, it’s all to put order to madness. but sometimes its better to just let madness flow.
Nothing and everything and firestorms of emptiness, bleeding hurricanes of this fear and this wild, wild feeling called love. And you. You are my chaos.
out of control. cant do anything to stop it. organized and disorganized at the same time. utter chaos.
Chaos. It was surprisingly bright; purple, with red swirls. Though they weren’t always swirls. That was the strange thing, the nature of chaos. It was ever changing, never the same the second time you looked at it.
It was complete chaos. She drew a gold finch, and it was so messed that she turned bright red and didn’t dare to listen to the laughter. The teacher told them to settle down, but they wouldn’t listen. She cried. Nobody understood.