corner of the store there was a girl selling chocolates. but the girl on the corner didnt sell anything. the boy on the other corner was selling candy and he sold more than the girl on the corner of the store
carolina
she sat in the corner. with her head between her hands. thinking about what she had lost.
erin.
the corner is the spot where i buy my drugs. the corner is where the weed is growing and the green is growing too. the corner is a dangerous spot though. people have eyes for the green and the green can soon turn to red. the corner is a place
bob
what? what is this website? cool! this is wicked!! alrighty… uhh… corner… corner……… corner……….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. WHAT WHAT HUH UHH! oh I dosed off… sooo… where was I………. OH GOD TIME IS ALMOST UP!!! BYE BYE PEOPLE!
Philip
I sat there, understanding I was in trouble but not understanding why.
The worst part was knowing, in my five year old mind, that this was only the begining.
This was only the prelude- my mother’s meek attempt at acting interesyed in our lives: “go sit in the corner” is one of the only things I ever remember her saying- speaking at me and through me. Never to me.
I knew that once I sat still- knew that if I was quiet she would forget about me- as if the corner that I sat in simply split from the rest of the house taking all that was in it; the child’s chair and the child.
fpecht@gmail.com
The corner is where I am at… the corner on 6th and Main… Waiting… hoping… wishing… eventually my legs grow tired and my will disappears… she isn’t coming around this time. I leave, go home, and sit… wondering why!
Trevor
a point between two lines that make a degree
Phil
corner in a room, where people sit when they get in trouble when they are younger, and in the olden days, just like in Upper canada village, i like that place just because it is fun. there are cows and horses
morgan
corner is a it of a silly word because its the same as the one that just came up for someone else……….. when do i stop writting ,,…….. its a bit weird
kdfgnj
I live around the corner from my friends. The corner is cool. I don’t know what to write now. Interesting, I’m hungry. I love him very much. This has nothing to do with a corner.
amanda
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Tina stared at the TV screen, wondering why she let her own boyfriend put her in the proverbial corner. Sometimes he wrapped her in his strong arms and she thought nothing else mattered in the world, but now, watching Dirty Dancing, she felt the need to get out and leave, and become a free bird.
Nora
the corner of my mind is amazing filled with things you will never read or hear about, sing or play about. it is the honest truth you will find greatness here.
kristy
In the corner of the room there was a small child sitting, darkness obscured most of her face. As she began to speak we realized that it was no child but a small animal. It broke out with a ferocity I had never experienced before
Anonymous
एह्ह कार्नर क्या हैं. कार्नर का मतलब तुमको कुछ नहीं है. क्या यार तू क्या कहा इथर से. कार्नर से कार्नर ठुक
paradesi
sharp. hurt. Accidents happen on them. People get mugged at street corners. Hookers work at street corners. There is a Starbucks or a 24 hour mcdonalds on every one.
Bo Diddly
Here I am, in a corner. I’m not in trouble, nor am I Tom Thumb. I’m just in a corner. It’s not a place of shame. It is simply the intersection of two walls. A barrier, but also a place of solace. It is impossibly hard to negotiate. I am here in the corner contemplating it’s and my existence.
BAPrince
She sat in the corner, staring out into space, a little bit sick to her stomach. Don’t think about it, just breathe, because in this corner of her mind, her solace, she relished the one sole comfort that she held on to. A corner of his heart, she just wanted a corner of his mind. Maybe she could dissolve into molecules and sneak into his soul, and maybe then he’d love her back.
claire
backed into, orange room with tangled hair and a pink bow. nice weather but strange tan. hungry eyes wishing for more then a one night stand. she’s not the type but she smokes a pack a day and washes her hands afterwards. she’s not nice but very gentle. loves her momma and her sofa too.
a girl
in the corner of my mind i found a square box filled with nothing but strings of skeletons and the explosions of past professors telling me that i need to find the way out of here but i really did not want to, i wanted to hide and lurk in the back corners forever, finding my craziest secrets and lost loves.
stephanie
corners are nice places, you know exactly where you are. nothing can get to you without you seeing it approaching. I like corners, I like to feel the safety of a corner.
WW
a turning point, in life, in a journey, in a converstation. Any shape, any angle, any size,
minky
Corner me and I will fight to the end and you will never see the far corners of this world and I will be the everlasting straight line that wins! There is no space for corners in this world.
Pikester
THE CORNER IS THE CORNER BECAUSE IT IS, SO DON’T TURN IT FAST IT COULD BE YOUR LAST, LET THAT SHIT PASS AND IT WILL BE YOUR DEMISE! TIME IS A CALLING ME TIME IS A HUNTING ME TIME ISN’T GOING TO OUTLAST ME THOUGH FOR I AM ETERNAL!!!!
CONOR
The time-out corner is like a jail for little kids. You`re sent there if you`re naughty and you get out once the teacher or parent thinks you`ve served your sentence.
Corner
I sat on the corner. The clown came by and tried to eat my face. My neck hurt. The sun started to rain. Why am I turning blue? I am moshing. Moshing through the city, nobody cares if I’m blue or orange or green or purple.
Lily A.
The edge of this world is cornered by life and death and its depression. Its edges are sharp and unforgiving and stained by dried blood.
Pikester
I sat on the corner. The clown came by and tried to eat my face. My neck hurt. The sun started to rain. Why am I turning blue? I am moshing. Moshing through the city, nobody cares if I’m blue or orange or green or purple.
Lily A.
i was sitting at the corner of the street when she walked by. hair like spun gold. eyes like steel. i wondered what she was thinking. who was this woman, that carried herself in such an interesting way? what was she thinking? how could i be her friend? why was it that i wanted to so badly?
melanie
I wish I could sit in a corner and read. Although, the corner tends to collect dust and makes me sneeze. I don’t think it is bad to put baby in a corner…
fishwife
corner is where the walls meet the angle which was described as a 3 dimensional juxtaposition in a multivariate demonstration of statistical crap I had to learn in grad school. Yep.
lawcatpsych
i could stand here forever, waiting for you.
rain, snow, whatever. let it fall. the lamppost can keep me company until i see you walking down the street towards me. this corner is my kingdom, and it’s waiting for it’s king, as i am.
krissy
there is a corner to my laptop. and in the room next to me. corner is where two lines merge and create a square. I love corners to buildings but prefer squgles. and not linear things.
moe how
around the corner of your mind there is always something lurking that you are not quite sure about and that has the potential to be wonderful or totally disastourous. Mine are usually disastourous!
alexander.mccall@strath.ac.uk
the corner is where i stand when i want to have a bettr perspective on things, where i sell drugs and where i meet girls. the
alex
around the corner I find lots of fun stuff to do I cant get there from here but someday I will the corner bar is a place where all the people go t celebrate the life they live
Anonymous
i sit alone in corners when no one is home. i dont know why i just do. it seems as thought i deserve to be in a smaller place when no one wants to be around me. i wish you loved me still.
nico_the_short@yahoo.com
cornering the market in the corner of the room eating stale dry cornbread sent to the corner by the smartness of my mouth cornered on the rails
Anonymous
in the corner of the room was the corner of my life cornered by a vagrant cornered by a dry stale piece of cornbread get me out of the
Anonymous
c-o-r-n-e-r spells corner. Corners are found everywhere and it seems lots of them are found at oneword.com. Corners can be dusty so maybe that means oneword.com is also dusty. maybe it even has cute little dust bunnies! :D
sarah
a corner is a place where you can cry. a place to put objets. dusty corners are sometimes in cubords. sometimes cute little dust bunnies live there. dust bunnies are pretty cool. a fluffy! :3
corner of the store there was a girl selling chocolates. but the girl on the corner didnt sell anything. the boy on the other corner was selling candy and he sold more than the girl on the corner of the store
she sat in the corner. with her head between her hands. thinking about what she had lost.
the corner is the spot where i buy my drugs. the corner is where the weed is growing and the green is growing too. the corner is a dangerous spot though. people have eyes for the green and the green can soon turn to red. the corner is a place
what? what is this website? cool! this is wicked!! alrighty… uhh… corner… corner……… corner……….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. WHAT WHAT HUH UHH! oh I dosed off… sooo… where was I………. OH GOD TIME IS ALMOST UP!!! BYE BYE PEOPLE!
I sat there, understanding I was in trouble but not understanding why.
The worst part was knowing, in my five year old mind, that this was only the begining.
This was only the prelude- my mother’s meek attempt at acting interesyed in our lives: “go sit in the corner” is one of the only things I ever remember her saying- speaking at me and through me. Never to me.
I knew that once I sat still- knew that if I was quiet she would forget about me- as if the corner that I sat in simply split from the rest of the house taking all that was in it; the child’s chair and the child.
The corner is where I am at… the corner on 6th and Main… Waiting… hoping… wishing… eventually my legs grow tired and my will disappears… she isn’t coming around this time. I leave, go home, and sit… wondering why!
a point between two lines that make a degree
corner in a room, where people sit when they get in trouble when they are younger, and in the olden days, just like in Upper canada village, i like that place just because it is fun. there are cows and horses
corner is a it of a silly word because its the same as the one that just came up for someone else……….. when do i stop writting ,,…….. its a bit weird
I live around the corner from my friends. The corner is cool. I don’t know what to write now. Interesting, I’m hungry. I love him very much. This has nothing to do with a corner.
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Tina stared at the TV screen, wondering why she let her own boyfriend put her in the proverbial corner. Sometimes he wrapped her in his strong arms and she thought nothing else mattered in the world, but now, watching Dirty Dancing, she felt the need to get out and leave, and become a free bird.
the corner of my mind is amazing filled with things you will never read or hear about, sing or play about. it is the honest truth you will find greatness here.
In the corner of the room there was a small child sitting, darkness obscured most of her face. As she began to speak we realized that it was no child but a small animal. It broke out with a ferocity I had never experienced before
एह्ह कार्नर क्या हैं. कार्नर का मतलब तुमको कुछ नहीं है. क्या यार तू क्या कहा इथर से. कार्नर से कार्नर ठुक
sharp. hurt. Accidents happen on them. People get mugged at street corners. Hookers work at street corners. There is a Starbucks or a 24 hour mcdonalds on every one.
Here I am, in a corner. I’m not in trouble, nor am I Tom Thumb. I’m just in a corner. It’s not a place of shame. It is simply the intersection of two walls. A barrier, but also a place of solace. It is impossibly hard to negotiate. I am here in the corner contemplating it’s and my existence.
She sat in the corner, staring out into space, a little bit sick to her stomach. Don’t think about it, just breathe, because in this corner of her mind, her solace, she relished the one sole comfort that she held on to. A corner of his heart, she just wanted a corner of his mind. Maybe she could dissolve into molecules and sneak into his soul, and maybe then he’d love her back.
backed into, orange room with tangled hair and a pink bow. nice weather but strange tan. hungry eyes wishing for more then a one night stand. she’s not the type but she smokes a pack a day and washes her hands afterwards. she’s not nice but very gentle. loves her momma and her sofa too.
in the corner of my mind i found a square box filled with nothing but strings of skeletons and the explosions of past professors telling me that i need to find the way out of here but i really did not want to, i wanted to hide and lurk in the back corners forever, finding my craziest secrets and lost loves.
corners are nice places, you know exactly where you are. nothing can get to you without you seeing it approaching. I like corners, I like to feel the safety of a corner.
a turning point, in life, in a journey, in a converstation. Any shape, any angle, any size,
Corner me and I will fight to the end and you will never see the far corners of this world and I will be the everlasting straight line that wins! There is no space for corners in this world.
THE CORNER IS THE CORNER BECAUSE IT IS, SO DON’T TURN IT FAST IT COULD BE YOUR LAST, LET THAT SHIT PASS AND IT WILL BE YOUR DEMISE! TIME IS A CALLING ME TIME IS A HUNTING ME TIME ISN’T GOING TO OUTLAST ME THOUGH FOR I AM ETERNAL!!!!
The time-out corner is like a jail for little kids. You`re sent there if you`re naughty and you get out once the teacher or parent thinks you`ve served your sentence.
I sat on the corner. The clown came by and tried to eat my face. My neck hurt. The sun started to rain. Why am I turning blue? I am moshing. Moshing through the city, nobody cares if I’m blue or orange or green or purple.
The edge of this world is cornered by life and death and its depression. Its edges are sharp and unforgiving and stained by dried blood.
I sat on the corner. The clown came by and tried to eat my face. My neck hurt. The sun started to rain. Why am I turning blue? I am moshing. Moshing through the city, nobody cares if I’m blue or orange or green or purple.
i was sitting at the corner of the street when she walked by. hair like spun gold. eyes like steel. i wondered what she was thinking. who was this woman, that carried herself in such an interesting way? what was she thinking? how could i be her friend? why was it that i wanted to so badly?
I wish I could sit in a corner and read. Although, the corner tends to collect dust and makes me sneeze. I don’t think it is bad to put baby in a corner…
corner is where the walls meet the angle which was described as a 3 dimensional juxtaposition in a multivariate demonstration of statistical crap I had to learn in grad school. Yep.
i could stand here forever, waiting for you.
rain, snow, whatever. let it fall. the lamppost can keep me company until i see you walking down the street towards me. this corner is my kingdom, and it’s waiting for it’s king, as i am.
there is a corner to my laptop. and in the room next to me. corner is where two lines merge and create a square. I love corners to buildings but prefer squgles. and not linear things.
around the corner of your mind there is always something lurking that you are not quite sure about and that has the potential to be wonderful or totally disastourous. Mine are usually disastourous!
the corner is where i stand when i want to have a bettr perspective on things, where i sell drugs and where i meet girls. the
around the corner I find lots of fun stuff to do I cant get there from here but someday I will the corner bar is a place where all the people go t celebrate the life they live
i sit alone in corners when no one is home. i dont know why i just do. it seems as thought i deserve to be in a smaller place when no one wants to be around me. i wish you loved me still.
cornering the market in the corner of the room eating stale dry cornbread sent to the corner by the smartness of my mouth cornered on the rails
in the corner of the room was the corner of my life cornered by a vagrant cornered by a dry stale piece of cornbread get me out of the
c-o-r-n-e-r spells corner. Corners are found everywhere and it seems lots of them are found at oneword.com. Corners can be dusty so maybe that means oneword.com is also dusty. maybe it even has cute little dust bunnies! :D
a corner is a place where you can cry. a place to put objets. dusty corners are sometimes in cubords. sometimes cute little dust bunnies live there. dust bunnies are pretty cool. a fluffy! :3