He walked down the alley, dossier in hand. The smell of the harbor nearby mingled with the despair he could feel in this part of town. They could really use some rain around here. He pondered how he had ended up here. How many times had he missed an opportunity for change? How many times had he lef
Joren
A person’s private pharmacy/medical information should be classified. They should get to choose who that information is shared with. A person should not be required to have their coworkers handle their prescription needs.
okayfine
the thing was classified. How was I going to get a hold of it?
But it means so much to me, and my family.
It was so harshly taken from us in the invasion.
Cheyenne Aeternum
“These are highly classified documents,” Rook whispered.
“I know that,” Mart replied, “But in our current situation, we cannot risk leaving it in the vault.”
Both men quietly left the premise. After a short distance, they entered a back alley, where there getaway car is located.
Classified means. You can’t see whats behind the door or where ever you are.
Deann
“Classified”
Contained on the last page of a newspaper, or maybe the back flipside of a magazine cover. The too-small type with promises you can’t quite read, you just drop your check in the mail and await the surprise miracle. Perhaps its someone’s lonesome reverie: single white female with a love for vintage decor and cats, marriage comes equipped with Antebellum mansion.
For something to be classified, it must be important to someone. It may be a legal document or military information. It could also be a secret recipe or just someone’s life plans. Who knows?
Sienna
the documents were classified, they had said. When in reality it was likely that they just had the incriminating evidence that the company didn’t want just anyone to see. Documents that were to remain hidden at all costs.
Kendel
Some things are better left unsaid. We as a whole tend to leave out the whole truth for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s easier not knowing and sometimes you wish you knew. There are far too many things that we
Ren
Dragons existed way before the classification of the animal kingdom into different phyla. Perhaps we could classify them as belonging to the dinosaur species.
Shalini
comes, the darkness comes
it screams at me
“hello”
“how are you”
i laugh;
that information is classified, friend
i don’t talk to just anyone
you need to have a point
be successful
otherwise i’m biding my time
winding my lies
until i can’t anymore
los angeles isn’t a place for the truth
i paint a frown
upsidedown
into this town
unsound
Matt m.
weary thoughts dragging by
lane by lane
filing out
to their making
step by step
we are achieving
a classified
society
Lynn
The classified things that we all encounter everyday could easily be summed up into one little sentence. Just out of reach, but not if you stretch. Reach for those dark corners and you wont be dissapointed in the end, or you might.
Shmoberty
The files on top of the desk stare back at him, glaring in the fluorescent light. They’re surrounded with a glow, like he’s supposed to touch them, but he has no desire to look back at what he had done. Instead, he picks them up, and drops them into the waste bin. The inspector is out, the fire alarms aren’t too great, he should be fine. He lights a cigarette, then drops the match.
LoverlyMadhatter
The document. Laying on the table, practically mocking me. It knows. I can’t explain it.
I let my hand touch it, feeling the thick rich paper underneath my fingers. Its no use testing it against the window sunlight… it’s classified.
Laura Gs
classified call me
forget the stress of depression
say my name
say it loudly
caress my drunken head
hold me closer enclosure
take my life out from under me
say nothing as i sigh
break me apart
part me
put me back together
call my name
put me away
hidden
under
the floor
Matt m.
She tried to peek over his shoulder at the documents, but he turned his back away. “Knock it off.”
“Come on, please, I just want to be informed.”
“No, you know the rules.”
She wanted to pout, but she knew it would do no good.”
this is classified information. I’m sorry but you won’t be able to read this because all of the words are blacked out. Did you know that in Hidden Figures the one guy who used to be Sheldon wouldn’t let the main lady read half of the information she needed because she was a woman and so she just held it up to the light to read it.
Bailey
classified I don’t know how to put this? I’m not good with word.
Deann
The other issue weighing on senators’ minds was leak of classified information.
I saw her in an online classified add. She was brimming with confidence and beauty in all of her pictures and I just knew I had to have her. I would happily drive all night to complete the 12 hour journey in time to save her from someone that would not know how she should be treated.
When it was all said and done 26 hours later she was resting quietly in my garage, my very own 1976 Fairlady Z. They say you should never meet your heroes, but to be honest mine has not disappointed in the least.
Kristian Pierce
She recognized the classified add. How could he put their beloved dog out there for anyone to take? They had been together for almost a decade. The dog was like their child. She was tempted to call him. She had not spoken to him in several months but this was just what she needed to make a call. Their baby out their for anyone any stranger to take at any moment. Her heart sank at the thought of Baby being given to a stranger. Why had he not called her to see if she wanted to take her back? She knows at the beginning of the separation she just agreed to him taking her because she was tired of the arguments but this was not okay. She needed to get down to the bottom of why he was giving Baby away and why for God’s sake he did not contact her.
Cris Nole
´ All the morning has been long since classified as the day before the day before,´chirped the bird.
´
Robert Kohlhammer
We are classified as humans the moment we are born. We are classified further based on our nationality, race, religion, colour, food habits, gender, and what not. But in the end, we are all just life forms on a planet.
Shalini
He checked the address again in the classified. “This can’t be right…right?” The house in front of him appeared to be broken down, the roof sagging, the walls burned. “Who would be needing a caretaker in this dump?”
Rob Johnson
Unlike her prim response, his actions could not be contained behind a politically correct barrier of polite words. Exasperation leaked out and around him, it was in the tonal changes of his face from an ashy pale to pulsing puce, in the sweat falling from his hands and neck that he wiped with a grubby white handkerchief.
“This material is classified,” he said, finally. “You must keep it contained and secure.” There was now an angry pulse ticking on his forehead. “It is your responsibility to manage when and how this information is released, and to whom.”
“That is your job,” he said, pounding his finger on the table in front of her with each word before turning away and walking out.
She saw the back of a broken man leave her office. He was waving his handkerchief, his shoulders were shaking, and she thought he might be crying.
i have been classified by FBI person because my clothes was very dirt. I don`t care ! this is my way. I though you would be the same
Gilson Carciofi Junior
“What is it?” he asks, furrowing his brow. He looks at the suitcase, tries to get around the girl’s careful arm. She keeps him back, only shaking her head slightly.
“I can’t tell you. You know that,” she mumbles, weakly.
He grins at her and shrugs. “I’ll find out.”
mako
There are these classified articles in the library. I have been trying to gain access to them but I don’t have the authority to view them because of top secret information.
kelcey
To be classified in something allows you the opportunities to dream big. To be something of what your character can speak volumes without even speaking a word.
Donna Whiting
“So when were you going to tell me?” she said, lighting a cigarette–where had she gotten that cigarette?–Jesus, it was like the girl was a magician in disguise whose only trick was to produce infinite packs of Marlboro Lights.
Classified my ass -she said yelling in the room. Everyone turned around looking at them, staring at her like a crazy lady; perphaps she did look crazy, but they had no reason to hide things from her now. If crazy is what they wanted, crazy is what they are going to get.
It had been a long time since I had used a newspaper to find a job; frankly, I was surprised employers still put ads in the classified section. But there I was, dealing with a power outage that had knocked out my apartment’s Internet, circling and crossing out potential careers with a red pen.
The barista called out my name, her tone perky and cheerful. The opposite of how I was feeling, of course. I grabbed the chai tea from the bar and instantly regretted spending that $2.50 rather than saving it for…I don’t know, survival.
He walked down the alley, dossier in hand. The smell of the harbor nearby mingled with the despair he could feel in this part of town. They could really use some rain around here. He pondered how he had ended up here. How many times had he missed an opportunity for change? How many times had he lef
A person’s private pharmacy/medical information should be classified. They should get to choose who that information is shared with. A person should not be required to have their coworkers handle their prescription needs.
the thing was classified. How was I going to get a hold of it?
But it means so much to me, and my family.
It was so harshly taken from us in the invasion.
“These are highly classified documents,” Rook whispered.
“I know that,” Mart replied, “But in our current situation, we cannot risk leaving it in the vault.”
Both men quietly left the premise. After a short distance, they entered a back alley, where there getaway car is located.
Classified means. You can’t see whats behind the door or where ever you are.
“Classified”
Contained on the last page of a newspaper, or maybe the back flipside of a magazine cover. The too-small type with promises you can’t quite read, you just drop your check in the mail and await the surprise miracle. Perhaps its someone’s lonesome reverie: single white female with a love for vintage decor and cats, marriage comes equipped with Antebellum mansion.
proprietary information, secret, need to know basis.
For something to be classified, it must be important to someone. It may be a legal document or military information. It could also be a secret recipe or just someone’s life plans. Who knows?
the documents were classified, they had said. When in reality it was likely that they just had the incriminating evidence that the company didn’t want just anyone to see. Documents that were to remain hidden at all costs.
Some things are better left unsaid. We as a whole tend to leave out the whole truth for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s easier not knowing and sometimes you wish you knew. There are far too many things that we
Dragons existed way before the classification of the animal kingdom into different phyla. Perhaps we could classify them as belonging to the dinosaur species.
comes, the darkness comes
it screams at me
“hello”
“how are you”
i laugh;
that information is classified, friend
i don’t talk to just anyone
you need to have a point
be successful
otherwise i’m biding my time
winding my lies
until i can’t anymore
los angeles isn’t a place for the truth
i paint a frown
upsidedown
into this town
unsound
weary thoughts dragging by
lane by lane
filing out
to their making
step by step
we are achieving
a classified
society
The classified things that we all encounter everyday could easily be summed up into one little sentence. Just out of reach, but not if you stretch. Reach for those dark corners and you wont be dissapointed in the end, or you might.
The files on top of the desk stare back at him, glaring in the fluorescent light. They’re surrounded with a glow, like he’s supposed to touch them, but he has no desire to look back at what he had done. Instead, he picks them up, and drops them into the waste bin. The inspector is out, the fire alarms aren’t too great, he should be fine. He lights a cigarette, then drops the match.
The document. Laying on the table, practically mocking me. It knows. I can’t explain it.
I let my hand touch it, feeling the thick rich paper underneath my fingers. Its no use testing it against the window sunlight… it’s classified.
classified call me
forget the stress of depression
say my name
say it loudly
caress my drunken head
hold me closer enclosure
take my life out from under me
say nothing as i sigh
break me apart
part me
put me back together
call my name
put me away
hidden
under
the floor
She tried to peek over his shoulder at the documents, but he turned his back away. “Knock it off.”
“Come on, please, I just want to be informed.”
“No, you know the rules.”
She wanted to pout, but she knew it would do no good.”
I have been classified as boy crazy. Jealous. Insecure. How I classify myself, I still haven’t figured out.
this is classified information. I’m sorry but you won’t be able to read this because all of the words are blacked out. Did you know that in Hidden Figures the one guy who used to be Sheldon wouldn’t let the main lady read half of the information she needed because she was a woman and so she just held it up to the light to read it.
classified I don’t know how to put this? I’m not good with word.
The other issue weighing on senators’ minds was leak of classified information.
Some big- city papers like the philadelphia inquier
I saw her in an online classified add. She was brimming with confidence and beauty in all of her pictures and I just knew I had to have her. I would happily drive all night to complete the 12 hour journey in time to save her from someone that would not know how she should be treated.
When it was all said and done 26 hours later she was resting quietly in my garage, my very own 1976 Fairlady Z. They say you should never meet your heroes, but to be honest mine has not disappointed in the least.
She recognized the classified add. How could he put their beloved dog out there for anyone to take? They had been together for almost a decade. The dog was like their child. She was tempted to call him. She had not spoken to him in several months but this was just what she needed to make a call. Their baby out their for anyone any stranger to take at any moment. Her heart sank at the thought of Baby being given to a stranger. Why had he not called her to see if she wanted to take her back? She knows at the beginning of the separation she just agreed to him taking her because she was tired of the arguments but this was not okay. She needed to get down to the bottom of why he was giving Baby away and why for God’s sake he did not contact her.
´ All the morning has been long since classified as the day before the day before,´chirped the bird.
´
We are classified as humans the moment we are born. We are classified further based on our nationality, race, religion, colour, food habits, gender, and what not. But in the end, we are all just life forms on a planet.
He checked the address again in the classified. “This can’t be right…right?” The house in front of him appeared to be broken down, the roof sagging, the walls burned. “Who would be needing a caretaker in this dump?”
Unlike her prim response, his actions could not be contained behind a politically correct barrier of polite words. Exasperation leaked out and around him, it was in the tonal changes of his face from an ashy pale to pulsing puce, in the sweat falling from his hands and neck that he wiped with a grubby white handkerchief.
“This material is classified,” he said, finally. “You must keep it contained and secure.” There was now an angry pulse ticking on his forehead. “It is your responsibility to manage when and how this information is released, and to whom.”
“That is your job,” he said, pounding his finger on the table in front of her with each word before turning away and walking out.
She saw the back of a broken man leave her office. He was waving his handkerchief, his shoulders were shaking, and she thought he might be crying.
i have been classified by FBI person because my clothes was very dirt. I don`t care ! this is my way. I though you would be the same
“What is it?” he asks, furrowing his brow. He looks at the suitcase, tries to get around the girl’s careful arm. She keeps him back, only shaking her head slightly.
“I can’t tell you. You know that,” she mumbles, weakly.
He grins at her and shrugs. “I’ll find out.”
There are these classified articles in the library. I have been trying to gain access to them but I don’t have the authority to view them because of top secret information.
To be classified in something allows you the opportunities to dream big. To be something of what your character can speak volumes without even speaking a word.
“So when were you going to tell me?” she said, lighting a cigarette–where had she gotten that cigarette?–Jesus, it was like the girl was a magician in disguise whose only trick was to produce infinite packs of Marlboro Lights.
that what is classified
and that what is unknown.
whether good or bad,
the question is…
should we investigate?
should we discover?
Classified my ass -she said yelling in the room. Everyone turned around looking at them, staring at her like a crazy lady; perphaps she did look crazy, but they had no reason to hide things from her now. If crazy is what they wanted, crazy is what they are going to get.
It had been a long time since I had used a newspaper to find a job; frankly, I was surprised employers still put ads in the classified section. But there I was, dealing with a power outage that had knocked out my apartment’s Internet, circling and crossing out potential careers with a red pen.
The barista called out my name, her tone perky and cheerful. The opposite of how I was feeling, of course. I grabbed the chai tea from the bar and instantly regretted spending that $2.50 rather than saving it for…I don’t know, survival.