Feeling trapped, like the smallest of mice, ears pinned back, teeth a-chattering, and heart a-thumping, in the mother of all corners, with no apparent escape route.
im on the edge the edge of glory and im hanging onto the moment with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael Mucha
I went to the corner for meeting my friends
an
something not yet known or encountered. Pleasant and surprising, the corner is always open never closed. Closed corner is for bad painters and miscreants. Open corners are for tomorrow
buchanty
every room has a corner you need a corner to survive whether you like it or not the corner stays like a disturbing geek to a girl who is out of his league the corner can be happy or the melancholy you hate be in the corner you love instead of hate.
Jessica Leong
crumbs in corners, nibbled secrets, surreptitious delights, lemony gossips on the tongue, honeyed whispers, a little darkness can do so much…
Sitting in the corner, reflecting my past transgressions;) I was only 3, but still….the corner still has meaning to me;)
Susan
at the edge of the page. It is a spot that often is missed when cleaning the floors or walls. Corner is not a very fun place to be. You often have to make a decision as to where to go next. If you stay in the corner it may be a very uninteresting experience. The corner of life is when you are at a stand still. It is not like you have much choices but to move on to another spot.
cherry
Right in the very corner of the room it sits. She can’t get to it because the television’s in the way. She can’t reach over it, or round it. It’s driving her mad and she barks at the red ball that’s just sat in the corner, mocking her.
fi
i do not like facing a corner i have to be able to see what is around me. a corner of the world is what i have; my own little space with my own little fame. I have a corner in my mind afraid to face the truth. I have a corner just for him the right one whom i will let in.
The corner of a room is just so unusual. Why do there have to be corners? That’s where people hide or get sent to when they’re children. The corner is such a comforting yet scary place. You’re alone and no one can fit in there with you. It’s comforting to be alone but yet… scary.
corner. where i spent a good part of my childhood sitting in time-outs. my comfort zone in my mind. where i sit when everywhere else just seems boring. where i build a wall between people.
i snuck, quietly around the corner and caught a glimpse of your hair brushing at your upper lip trying to whisper in the wind say hi say hi. but you didn’t, you didn’t even attempt to, we caught eyes momentarily and parted ways the way corners do things like that hide choo
The corner of a room. The place that no one wants to be. Why? Because they feel closed in, like they have no where else to go… but why are there so many corners around us? That is because there will always be times when we have to feel the way we feel when we are in a corner. We have to experience fear. Sometimes we have to be in situations we just do not want to be in.
it’s about something that is round the street, a shop, or a person also a dog. Or a friend maybe? so who is round the corner? don’t know… really. it could be everyone. mary, holy mary!
Pau
i’m stuck in a corner. painted myself here. going to paint myself a door now. i hate corners, they are so finite. i need infinity. something that lasts forever.
jamie
the corner of a room is a dark place where the sun never reach, the darkness rest allways in the perticular place of a room And will never let the light in
Lars Kristian
California Ave SW and SW Edmunds, West Seattle. The corner is cursed. In 12 years, every restaurant in this “prime” location has failed, without reason. Maybe West Seattle’s only curse. I am sorry for the current business that is there, it will fail too.
the corner was on the edge of road, a place with peace hidden from world, a place where you can get some time for u’rself and think about what you are, your life, and loved ones…..
Kulvinder
I approached the corner with much trepidation. I had not seen many corners in which trouble did not lurk immediately around them. This corner, while seemingly friendly, had an air of violent possibility around it.
David Courtney
I don’t like the word that i have to write about. Corner. It makes you think of children cowering in a corner. The corner of the street where you’ll make your turn. Around the corner you’ll see the place. It seems a bit dry. A dry word. Corner
carma
at the corner of my mind, im thinking about how my wedding day’s gonna be. i really want something grand because i have been dreaming of walking down the aisle with my prince eversince i was a little girl. but i have to consider our situation — just before our 20s, broke and soon going to have a baby. i think i just have to give up the dream of having my dream wedding after all.
Gabrielle Marie Dayan
She sat in the corner, alone, crying. It was so dark. So dark, but she could feel the light coming. Any moment now, she thought. She looked up, those dark brown eyes of her, scanning the room for safety. What was the point of all this? Where would it lead? As she held her knees tightly against her chest, shivering, cold, she had no idea what was to happen next. How could she? How could she possibly predict?
Angela
turn around and feel cornered
turn the corner and feel round
round the corner turn the feeling
feel the corner and turn around
madamedesmots
Nighttime was falling and I was losing all hope. My energy had left me and I was crawling towards the nearest corner of the building. I needed to get out of walkway and off the crowded street. I needed time to myself and to collect my thoughts after this hectic night.
Sarah
Where does it begin and end? Such a tiny space where everything can happen: things and you become trapped, a place to retreat when life is too much, a place to sneak off to with that special someone. Not often noticed, but noticed just enough to be of use. A corner is difficult to define, but somehow it’s special all the same.
I walked around the corner into the alleyway and to my surprise I saw what appeared to be a shadow monster. Its black fangs dripped darkness. I was alone with this being and I knew it was the end for me. I took my final breath and I approached fearlessly.
Sarah
the street corner. the corner shop me and lorna going in with our spends on a weekend. Standing outside asking people to buy fags for us. John sending me in the morning for his paper
Jenni
On the corner there lies a crumpled jacket, discarded at an unknown time by unknown hands. Heeled boots step over it, around it, sometimes kicking it this way or that. If it could the coat would leave this unforgiving corner and reclaim it’s identity on a grateful back.
kul
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no one
imagine what would happen if somebody put baby in a corner. probably shit would hit the fan, but i guess we will never find out because no one puts baby in the corner.
audrey
The corner of the street I used to live on was always slightly darker than the area around it.
Most people would cross the street to avoid it, or break into a run to get past as soon as possible.
Not me. I liked the darkness. I knew why it was there.
i sit in a black room’s corner and waiting dad to step into the wet bath room.
GMT
IN THE CORNER I SAT AND THOUGH ABOUT EVERYTHING. IT SEEMED SO FAR AWAY ALL THE MEMORIES. BUT IT FELT NICE TO BE HERE, ON THE ROAD FOR NOWHERE PARTICULAR, JUST RESTING IN THE CORNER FOR A WHILE.
ANA
In the dark corners of my mind strange thoughts lurk. I shine a light into the corner to see that they are not so strange after all. They are just a lot of clutter piled up after all these years.
just around the corner he said. Bloody liar. I was sure I could not move one more step, and then I saw it, the light. The hope came back and just like in the movies I forced myself forward and it shone with all its brilliance. I yelled back at him that it was here, to hurry, and inched forward a little more. At first I didn’t notice that he hadn’t moved, all that way, all that way and it was just around the corner.
She turned around the corner, fearfully looking behind her. Where was he? Where was the strange man in the dark coat? Panicking she turned her faced to the front and bumbed right into him. “You’re mine” he whispered while burrowing his teeth deep into her neck.
Feeling trapped, like the smallest of mice, ears pinned back, teeth a-chattering, and heart a-thumping, in the mother of all corners, with no apparent escape route.
I just sat here in the corner thinking.
“How am I going to get out of this?”
“What’s your escape plan, God?”
I heard that unmistakable, small, still voice.
im on the edge the edge of glory and im hanging onto the moment with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went to the corner for meeting my friends
something not yet known or encountered. Pleasant and surprising, the corner is always open never closed. Closed corner is for bad painters and miscreants. Open corners are for tomorrow
every room has a corner you need a corner to survive whether you like it or not the corner stays like a disturbing geek to a girl who is out of his league the corner can be happy or the melancholy you hate be in the corner you love instead of hate.
crumbs in corners, nibbled secrets, surreptitious delights, lemony gossips on the tongue, honeyed whispers, a little darkness can do so much…
Sitting in the corner, reflecting my past transgressions;) I was only 3, but still….the corner still has meaning to me;)
at the edge of the page. It is a spot that often is missed when cleaning the floors or walls. Corner is not a very fun place to be. You often have to make a decision as to where to go next. If you stay in the corner it may be a very uninteresting experience. The corner of life is when you are at a stand still. It is not like you have much choices but to move on to another spot.
Right in the very corner of the room it sits. She can’t get to it because the television’s in the way. She can’t reach over it, or round it. It’s driving her mad and she barks at the red ball that’s just sat in the corner, mocking her.
i do not like facing a corner i have to be able to see what is around me. a corner of the world is what i have; my own little space with my own little fame. I have a corner in my mind afraid to face the truth. I have a corner just for him the right one whom i will let in.
The corner of a room is just so unusual. Why do there have to be corners? That’s where people hide or get sent to when they’re children. The corner is such a comforting yet scary place. You’re alone and no one can fit in there with you. It’s comforting to be alone but yet… scary.
corner. where i spent a good part of my childhood sitting in time-outs. my comfort zone in my mind. where i sit when everywhere else just seems boring. where i build a wall between people.
i snuck, quietly around the corner and caught a glimpse of your hair brushing at your upper lip trying to whisper in the wind say hi say hi. but you didn’t, you didn’t even attempt to, we caught eyes momentarily and parted ways the way corners do things like that hide choo
The corner of a room. The place that no one wants to be. Why? Because they feel closed in, like they have no where else to go… but why are there so many corners around us? That is because there will always be times when we have to feel the way we feel when we are in a corner. We have to experience fear. Sometimes we have to be in situations we just do not want to be in.
it’s about something that is round the street, a shop, or a person also a dog. Or a friend maybe? so who is round the corner? don’t know… really. it could be everyone. mary, holy mary!
i’m stuck in a corner. painted myself here. going to paint myself a door now. i hate corners, they are so finite. i need infinity. something that lasts forever.
the corner of a room is a dark place where the sun never reach, the darkness rest allways in the perticular place of a room And will never let the light in
California Ave SW and SW Edmunds, West Seattle. The corner is cursed. In 12 years, every restaurant in this “prime” location has failed, without reason. Maybe West Seattle’s only curse. I am sorry for the current business that is there, it will fail too.
Backed into a corner; pressed against these walls. Pressured. Panicked.
Stopped. End of something, mainly a room
the corner was on the edge of road, a place with peace hidden from world, a place where you can get some time for u’rself and think about what you are, your life, and loved ones…..
I approached the corner with much trepidation. I had not seen many corners in which trouble did not lurk immediately around them. This corner, while seemingly friendly, had an air of violent possibility around it.
I don’t like the word that i have to write about. Corner. It makes you think of children cowering in a corner. The corner of the street where you’ll make your turn. Around the corner you’ll see the place. It seems a bit dry. A dry word. Corner
at the corner of my mind, im thinking about how my wedding day’s gonna be. i really want something grand because i have been dreaming of walking down the aisle with my prince eversince i was a little girl. but i have to consider our situation — just before our 20s, broke and soon going to have a baby. i think i just have to give up the dream of having my dream wedding after all.
She sat in the corner, alone, crying. It was so dark. So dark, but she could feel the light coming. Any moment now, she thought. She looked up, those dark brown eyes of her, scanning the room for safety. What was the point of all this? Where would it lead? As she held her knees tightly against her chest, shivering, cold, she had no idea what was to happen next. How could she? How could she possibly predict?
turn around and feel cornered
turn the corner and feel round
round the corner turn the feeling
feel the corner and turn around
Nighttime was falling and I was losing all hope. My energy had left me and I was crawling towards the nearest corner of the building. I needed to get out of walkway and off the crowded street. I needed time to myself and to collect my thoughts after this hectic night.
Where does it begin and end? Such a tiny space where everything can happen: things and you become trapped, a place to retreat when life is too much, a place to sneak off to with that special someone. Not often noticed, but noticed just enough to be of use. A corner is difficult to define, but somehow it’s special all the same.
I walked around the corner into the alleyway and to my surprise I saw what appeared to be a shadow monster. Its black fangs dripped darkness. I was alone with this being and I knew it was the end for me. I took my final breath and I approached fearlessly.
the street corner. the corner shop me and lorna going in with our spends on a weekend. Standing outside asking people to buy fags for us. John sending me in the morning for his paper
On the corner there lies a crumpled jacket, discarded at an unknown time by unknown hands. Heeled boots step over it, around it, sometimes kicking it this way or that. If it could the coat would leave this unforgiving corner and reclaim it’s identity on a grateful back.
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imagine what would happen if somebody put baby in a corner. probably shit would hit the fan, but i guess we will never find out because no one puts baby in the corner.
The corner of the street I used to live on was always slightly darker than the area around it.
Most people would cross the street to avoid it, or break into a run to get past as soon as possible.
Not me. I liked the darkness. I knew why it was there.
i sit in a black room’s corner and waiting dad to step into the wet bath room.
IN THE CORNER I SAT AND THOUGH ABOUT EVERYTHING. IT SEEMED SO FAR AWAY ALL THE MEMORIES. BUT IT FELT NICE TO BE HERE, ON THE ROAD FOR NOWHERE PARTICULAR, JUST RESTING IN THE CORNER FOR A WHILE.
In the dark corners of my mind strange thoughts lurk. I shine a light into the corner to see that they are not so strange after all. They are just a lot of clutter piled up after all these years.
just around the corner he said. Bloody liar. I was sure I could not move one more step, and then I saw it, the light. The hope came back and just like in the movies I forced myself forward and it shone with all its brilliance. I yelled back at him that it was here, to hurry, and inched forward a little more. At first I didn’t notice that he hadn’t moved, all that way, all that way and it was just around the corner.
She turned around the corner, fearfully looking behind her. Where was he? Where was the strange man in the dark coat? Panicking she turned her faced to the front and bumbed right into him. “You’re mine” he whispered while burrowing his teeth deep into her neck.