The corner of my eye was where I saw him sipping his coffee by the window. He was staring gloomily at a red truck. He sighed and put his coffee down. I hope he’s okay. He looks like he has a warm heart. But who knows. He’s a stranger, and I doubt my ability to judge.
Sophia
On the corner at midnight the rain beat down on my face as I looked out into the cloudy night. The street lights glared as i walked along the sidewalk to confront my worst fears, Death. Who knows i might survive yet again, or not.
I step forward and the streetlights go out, darkness falls and the night awakens. Death unfolds his cloak and sharpens his scythe as I stare him in the eyes and whisper “Hello father”.
Zebedee
She kept flat against the wall, not daring to move, or breathe. Would he see her? Her heart pounded in her chest and thundered in her ears. After a few moments, she warily peered around the corner.
“Got you!” he grabbed hold of her shoulder and pulled her out.
Sandy froze, every muscle in her body tight.
Helen
You’ve trapped me in a corner. Between two walls, I am cemented to your floor. Can’t speak. Can’t move. You move for the both of us. I take two steps forward as you take four steps back.
Brittany
There was a man stuck at a corner. He could turn it but that meant he would travel into the unknown. He doesn’t like risks, but he doesn’t like what’s behind him either. He stayed at the corner, never to move an inch.
Grace
at the corner, there was a girl. She waited. Like we all wait for the right time to tel someone. Corners are choices. Right, left, straight? Or even behind us? Its impossible to know. We learn fromcorners.this it the thing. Don’t wait. Go. Be a rebel.
Elizabeth
your mother works on the corner of my street i see her daily as i make my commute to work, i loved her dress she had on yesterday it had pink poka dots. a little too innocent for m taste but eh oh well. i used to have to sit in the corner i kindergarten alot because i would never shutup i never got to go to recess :(
madison popwell
Oh corner, i remember that one time i won a math debate there. I used to be sofa king: we todd did! yes i remember it all clearly. my friend mike hawk was the best pal, and his brother mike hunt, and also mike rotch
I sit in the corner.
They laugh and play, but they never want me
I sit in the corner
They laugh at me, they taunt,
But I cannot leave my corner.
I can never leave.
just another bob
It was tha happiest she had been in a long time. She looked around her and saw colores, she smelled wild flowers, she tasted marshmellows. “Normal Peoplople” didn’t undertand her world, all they saw was a beautiful girl daydreaming, lost in her thought, ahle sitting in the corner of her room in the mental Hospital.
Caro
the corner of the street is sofa king we todd did. i won a math debate there, i don’t why, i just do. i saw today some ice, bank, mice, elf, and poo … im bad at this
Cristopher
The poor little boy was forced to live his life in the corner. His parents hated him and his nanny tried to be as kind as possible. Unfortunately, he had no other friends. But he did have a teddy bear, which is close enough. This boy’s name was Alfred.
corner. the corner of the room. Im in the corner of my bedroom. stuck in my lonely little corner. its dark in my corner.
im quite alone. all alone in my lonely corner.
maybe i should leave. maybe i can get away from this corner. but its so cozy and nice.
its my corner.
my lonely, lonely corner.
Cornerdude
I found in the corner what was left of the rest…
pao
a lonely edge of a room or a wall, it is the only place where nobody cares about… ooh and you can just hit back, or something and you can continue writing, ya lol..
bruno
I feel like I’m stuck in a corner some days. Everything is pushing me in a different direction and it’s not possible to escape. Triangles have 3 corners and sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a triangle because I have nowhere to turn as I am stuck and have no options.
corner of my room, i sit and ponder and think of you and i know that i shouldnt be thinking of you because it drives me crazy. esspecially with these days just rolling out and becoming just one long lazy ass summer.
char
a lonely edge of a room or a wall, it is the only place where nobody cares about…um
bruno
where i should be if i have to pee on my house. where dust bunnies live. my guitar is there. my computer is in one.
Braydon Lewis
I’m stuck in a corner. i’m surrounded. there’s no way out, i’m cornered. i can’t see any escape; I’m closed in, like i’m stuck in a box. people are all around and there’s nothing i can do. I’m cornered.
Lanie
He took one last look before he turned the corner. Would he ever return to this place? It had fulfilled his wildest dreams but he knew it was time to leave. Time to go before his life turned upside down, which he knew was inevitable.
nothing could contain her, not the corners of her mind, she wanted to excel in the theory of rhyme, so she sang words that didn’t make sense, and was put back into corners from societies upset.
Dark awful rooms
In the midst of the night.
Frightening.
What a dreadful dark area, untouched by said high class Amerincan morons with nothing but a body to mistreat, fast food to kill their brains and welfare too leech off of.
Erin
I sit in the corner. The room is filled with people, familiar people, people I have grown up with all dressed to impress. I am dressed similarly, my pink satin gown covered in sequins, as I sit and wait for my date to come back with drinks.
I was walking down this street one day and just as I turned the corner I was sprayed in the eye with sillystring. Turns out that was the day that the block party was happening for May day. Weird, though, since it was more like a city party and it wasn’t even May yet. Either way, I’d turned a corner in my life where I learned I can party at any point in my life.
Jennifer Whitcomb
In my own little corner in my own little chair. Cinderella’s song. Nobody puts baby in the corner. There are no corners in a round room. So how can there be square rooms in Spongebob’s pineapple?
Layla
Corner, around it is out of sight, invisible, inside it is trapped, alone, out of it is free, running, there are 4 of them in a room, most rooms, some have more if they are irregularly shaped, corner
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Those were the words she lived by. There was no way anyone was going to turn her down or tell her she wasn’t good enough because she wouldn’t stand for it. When she saw something she liked across the room she would go for it and go for it whole heartedly. Like right now. There’s a mean piece of man meat at the drink table and she wants to go home with him tonight. So she saunters on over and gives the man a sultry look to let him know what she wants.
I’m alone in a corner. Trapped beyond all comprehension. I’m panicking. I feel my chest heaving. And I’m having trouble breathing. A panic attack. Shallow. Breaths.
alex
there was a bug in the corner of my room the other day. it was pretty much the ugliest thing i have ever seen in my entire life! and yet, i didn’t mind it being there. like me, it had the right to be there with me.
every time I turn a corner on my bicycle, i have to remember to lift up the pedal closest to the ground so that it doesn’t scrape. I also always manage to run into corners on things like tables and counters. On many occasions I have been cornered by opossums, I think they like me.
Nikki
he sat panting back in his corner, about to collapse on the floor. he could feel his face swelling, his left eye becoming difficult to see through. he tried to ration his breaths carefully and prepared to fight again
Anna
I walked. Well, more like ran. Yeah, I ran out of the classroom. I ran as fast as I possibly could in the middle of a school with teachers watching your every move through the small rectangular windows on their doors. I ran around a corner, stopped, because at that corner, you were standing there, just like you were the first time I met you.
glancing around the corner, checking for monsters, smiling as you twirl around the corner, chuckling with yoru firends, terriffying midnight nightmare corners that you can never reach, exact angles, funny laughter, happiness. ZOMBIES
Zoe.
I sit in the corner of my room thinking about life and all that I have given and taken from the world. The little corner that I inhabit that speaks so much to how I have endured of the years and how i have overcome so much. How many corners are people sitting in right now trying to figure out that life is just a box of chocolates.
Tamila
If I am placed one more time in this corner I will break down and cry. I will tear down my surroundings and bury everyone in my path. Do not test me. Do not try me. I am lethal. I am deadly, and most of all, I couldn’t care less.
theres a corner in the room, where the walls meet,you can place things n the corner. wow theresnot a whole lot of things to write about corners. on the corner of a street u can buy stuff i guess. carneys corner is a restuarantis thing. …
John
the wall over there where my kitten hides where i yell at him. where the bitch hides when i smack here. LITTLE TIMMY GO SIT IN THE CORNER!!! yelling comes to mind. alot, (:
bloopa
Store
Courtney
The corner of the road was a special place. The kids would run up to it every day, yelling and shouting. We would run out to them, playing along, until one of us scraped our knees. And it always happened. Sometimes it was Bobby, sometimes Jane or Mary-Anne. But we’d all brush it off and keep playing.
The corner of my eye was where I saw him sipping his coffee by the window. He was staring gloomily at a red truck. He sighed and put his coffee down. I hope he’s okay. He looks like he has a warm heart. But who knows. He’s a stranger, and I doubt my ability to judge.
On the corner at midnight the rain beat down on my face as I looked out into the cloudy night. The street lights glared as i walked along the sidewalk to confront my worst fears, Death. Who knows i might survive yet again, or not.
I step forward and the streetlights go out, darkness falls and the night awakens. Death unfolds his cloak and sharpens his scythe as I stare him in the eyes and whisper “Hello father”.
She kept flat against the wall, not daring to move, or breathe. Would he see her? Her heart pounded in her chest and thundered in her ears. After a few moments, she warily peered around the corner.
“Got you!” he grabbed hold of her shoulder and pulled her out.
Sandy froze, every muscle in her body tight.
You’ve trapped me in a corner. Between two walls, I am cemented to your floor. Can’t speak. Can’t move. You move for the both of us. I take two steps forward as you take four steps back.
There was a man stuck at a corner. He could turn it but that meant he would travel into the unknown. He doesn’t like risks, but he doesn’t like what’s behind him either. He stayed at the corner, never to move an inch.
at the corner, there was a girl. She waited. Like we all wait for the right time to tel someone. Corners are choices. Right, left, straight? Or even behind us? Its impossible to know. We learn fromcorners.this it the thing. Don’t wait. Go. Be a rebel.
your mother works on the corner of my street i see her daily as i make my commute to work, i loved her dress she had on yesterday it had pink poka dots. a little too innocent for m taste but eh oh well. i used to have to sit in the corner i kindergarten alot because i would never shutup i never got to go to recess :(
Oh corner, i remember that one time i won a math debate there. I used to be sofa king: we todd did! yes i remember it all clearly. my friend mike hawk was the best pal, and his brother mike hunt, and also mike rotch
I sit in the corner.
They laugh and play, but they never want me
I sit in the corner
They laugh at me, they taunt,
But I cannot leave my corner.
I can never leave.
It was tha happiest she had been in a long time. She looked around her and saw colores, she smelled wild flowers, she tasted marshmellows. “Normal Peoplople” didn’t undertand her world, all they saw was a beautiful girl daydreaming, lost in her thought, ahle sitting in the corner of her room in the mental Hospital.
the corner of the street is sofa king we todd did. i won a math debate there, i don’t why, i just do. i saw today some ice, bank, mice, elf, and poo … im bad at this
The poor little boy was forced to live his life in the corner. His parents hated him and his nanny tried to be as kind as possible. Unfortunately, he had no other friends. But he did have a teddy bear, which is close enough. This boy’s name was Alfred.
corner. the corner of the room. Im in the corner of my bedroom. stuck in my lonely little corner. its dark in my corner.
im quite alone. all alone in my lonely corner.
maybe i should leave. maybe i can get away from this corner. but its so cozy and nice.
its my corner.
my lonely, lonely corner.
I found in the corner what was left of the rest…
a lonely edge of a room or a wall, it is the only place where nobody cares about… ooh and you can just hit back, or something and you can continue writing, ya lol..
I feel like I’m stuck in a corner some days. Everything is pushing me in a different direction and it’s not possible to escape. Triangles have 3 corners and sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a triangle because I have nowhere to turn as I am stuck and have no options.
corner of my room, i sit and ponder and think of you and i know that i shouldnt be thinking of you because it drives me crazy. esspecially with these days just rolling out and becoming just one long lazy ass summer.
a lonely edge of a room or a wall, it is the only place where nobody cares about…um
where i should be if i have to pee on my house. where dust bunnies live. my guitar is there. my computer is in one.
I’m stuck in a corner. i’m surrounded. there’s no way out, i’m cornered. i can’t see any escape; I’m closed in, like i’m stuck in a box. people are all around and there’s nothing i can do. I’m cornered.
He took one last look before he turned the corner. Would he ever return to this place? It had fulfilled his wildest dreams but he knew it was time to leave. Time to go before his life turned upside down, which he knew was inevitable.
nothing could contain her, not the corners of her mind, she wanted to excel in the theory of rhyme, so she sang words that didn’t make sense, and was put back into corners from societies upset.
Dark awful rooms
In the midst of the night.
Frightening.
What a dreadful dark area, untouched by said high class Amerincan morons with nothing but a body to mistreat, fast food to kill their brains and welfare too leech off of.
I sit in the corner. The room is filled with people, familiar people, people I have grown up with all dressed to impress. I am dressed similarly, my pink satin gown covered in sequins, as I sit and wait for my date to come back with drinks.
I was walking down this street one day and just as I turned the corner I was sprayed in the eye with sillystring. Turns out that was the day that the block party was happening for May day. Weird, though, since it was more like a city party and it wasn’t even May yet. Either way, I’d turned a corner in my life where I learned I can party at any point in my life.
In my own little corner in my own little chair. Cinderella’s song. Nobody puts baby in the corner. There are no corners in a round room. So how can there be square rooms in Spongebob’s pineapple?
Corner, around it is out of sight, invisible, inside it is trapped, alone, out of it is free, running, there are 4 of them in a room, most rooms, some have more if they are irregularly shaped, corner
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Those were the words she lived by. There was no way anyone was going to turn her down or tell her she wasn’t good enough because she wouldn’t stand for it. When she saw something she liked across the room she would go for it and go for it whole heartedly. Like right now. There’s a mean piece of man meat at the drink table and she wants to go home with him tonight. So she saunters on over and gives the man a sultry look to let him know what she wants.
I’m alone in a corner. Trapped beyond all comprehension. I’m panicking. I feel my chest heaving. And I’m having trouble breathing. A panic attack. Shallow. Breaths.
there was a bug in the corner of my room the other day. it was pretty much the ugliest thing i have ever seen in my entire life! and yet, i didn’t mind it being there. like me, it had the right to be there with me.
every time I turn a corner on my bicycle, i have to remember to lift up the pedal closest to the ground so that it doesn’t scrape. I also always manage to run into corners on things like tables and counters. On many occasions I have been cornered by opossums, I think they like me.
he sat panting back in his corner, about to collapse on the floor. he could feel his face swelling, his left eye becoming difficult to see through. he tried to ration his breaths carefully and prepared to fight again
I walked. Well, more like ran. Yeah, I ran out of the classroom. I ran as fast as I possibly could in the middle of a school with teachers watching your every move through the small rectangular windows on their doors. I ran around a corner, stopped, because at that corner, you were standing there, just like you were the first time I met you.
glancing around the corner, checking for monsters, smiling as you twirl around the corner, chuckling with yoru firends, terriffying midnight nightmare corners that you can never reach, exact angles, funny laughter, happiness. ZOMBIES
I sit in the corner of my room thinking about life and all that I have given and taken from the world. The little corner that I inhabit that speaks so much to how I have endured of the years and how i have overcome so much. How many corners are people sitting in right now trying to figure out that life is just a box of chocolates.
If I am placed one more time in this corner I will break down and cry. I will tear down my surroundings and bury everyone in my path. Do not test me. Do not try me. I am lethal. I am deadly, and most of all, I couldn’t care less.
theres a corner in the room, where the walls meet,you can place things n the corner. wow theresnot a whole lot of things to write about corners. on the corner of a street u can buy stuff i guess. carneys corner is a restuarantis thing. …
the wall over there where my kitten hides where i yell at him. where the bitch hides when i smack here. LITTLE TIMMY GO SIT IN THE CORNER!!! yelling comes to mind. alot, (:
Store
The corner of the road was a special place. The kids would run up to it every day, yelling and shouting. We would run out to them, playing along, until one of us scraped our knees. And it always happened. Sometimes it was Bobby, sometimes Jane or Mary-Anne. But we’d all brush it off and keep playing.