I didn’t know how I ended up here.
The corner of the world.
Nothing to see.
No one to see.
Nothing to hear.
No sounds to make.
Only endless silence, endless darkness.
Remix 16
round, straight, street, invisable. around the corner, corner shop, think around the corner, ecke ( in german )
vamp
i so often work myself into a corner, particularly in a romantic sense, it’s got something to do with me falling for a certain girl and then not allowing myself to be interested in any other girl until i’m over it because it would be ‘inappropriate, course i never end up with the girl i’m interested in in the first place, so it’s a very awkward corner.
A B
around the corner i saw a mouse and it was eating crumbs off the floor and i thought hey i would like to catch this mouse so i grabbed a bowl and slammed it on top of the mouse once under the bowl i slipped a magazine under it. i peeked inside and the mouse jumped out at me i grabbed for it and it bit my finger i didnt tell anyone because i didnt want them to make me get a rabies shot
gillian dzakonski
It’s not like we’re trapped. Not really.
I’d like to believe I can scurry up the
walls like a little gecko and
around the bend, back into
reality.
Clementine
she sat in the corner with her head between her knees. the tears slowly fell down her face as she gasped for air. no one had ever spoken like that to her before. she knew she deserved it, but still it was unbearable. she had lied and cheated so many times that this was no surprise to her. what wold happen if she tried it again? maybe everyone would leave her.
jasminezioni
In one corner stood a pile of books that appeared to tower over her. Balanced precariously in no particular order large books tottering upon smaller volumes, they filled her eyeline.
Anonymous
He was just around the corner, out of sight and out of mind, when he realized that the person who had only nodded slightly was his long lost mother. What was he thinking? Could he really go back and confront her when she hadn’t even recognized him? What was he thinking.
carla
musty, dusty and home to many spiders, the corner was dark. no light from the single window could reach this space cramped behind the tall bureau. Thus it soon became an ideal hiding place for them to gather and share their secrets.
Charlie B
corner store, corner of the room, my private corner a sharp edge- I’m turning the corner i can’t see you. and a where’s the puppy right around the corner. what’s the puppy/s name
d
round the corner there stood a little old man way=tching her every move. She tried to run but, as she returned the way she’d come the corner had disappeared and there seemed to be a massive gate barring her way instead.
Anonymous
because of the corner people come together from all over and have a good time. it is the central point of love here in cville.it is the end all be all of good times. it is the pinnacle it is love. the corner = uva for life.
how appropriate. because it may be a turning point as well.
Anonymous
this is the place where the walls meet.
somebody is sitting there, the cobwebs covering their face, arms, legs, body… as if they are tied there.
i don’t see any spiders and for that i am greatful.
she is scared of spiders, that much is obvious.
Celia
my home is near the beach
hannah
It was static, angled, dark to my room. It was a harsh place, a harbourer of shadow.
Anonymous
Corners are cool, I imagine myself sitting in a corner thinking of all the amazing times in my life I’ve spent in a corner, feeling safe and assured. Yep. corners are the best.
Levi Gray
in the corner there are people hiding….hidden places who nknoes what they are hiding from they dont know why they are liveing just sitting in the corner away from the world not dairng to be involved with anythint.terrified of letting themselves be free, who else can blame them they think. where is too many problems rto worry about.
becca
you turn the street, facing slightly to the left. a corner is approaching. do you turn? you can’t seem to remember where it was you were going, so you decide to add some variety in your pathetic existence and turn the stupid corner. it approaches you, red brick walled and grey concrete pavement. you start to sweat. you turn the corner to see-
Jesse-James
In the corner lay something I hadn’t seen in years. I hadn’t realized the treasures one can discover in simply rearranging furniture. I was hesitant to pick it up due to the dust, but I had once valued it so dearly that I couldn
Rosie
I want to live right around the corner. it’s so anonymous
Anonymous
the end of a room, place where two things come together, end of a sheet of paper,
kate
in the corner asits a spider long fury legs, scared moving, wants to eat me looking for food sits in the cobwebs must get hoover out need to clean why does dust fall in corners clean all the time move spider from room
Shirley
There are four of them in a square or rectangle. Also on every street. It has 6 letter. Changes direction.
name
My mind is a never-ending game of hide and seek,
as I seek through the corner of forgotten memories and their meanings, waiting for a memento.
Even though I’m the seeker, I sometimes get caught up in the race, and I hide in that corner.
“Olly olly oxen free,” I whisper, but all is still.
Inside, I get busy, preoccupied, and desperate.
I’m looking for something.
It’s important, it’s hiding, and it’s winning the game.
C.L. Bain
store on the corner with items for purchase such as cheese and bread or soda and tasty delicious snack treats possibly old and dusty probably red exterior cramped too warm for comfort but cheap and on your block so you’re there
N
She sits in a corner, hanging her head. She sits in her corner, thinking if the world is dead. She sits in her corner, wondering where she is. She sits in the corner, smiling to herself. She sits in the corner, growing hungrier and hungrier. She sits in the corner, still smiling and smiling. Why is she smiling, if she is alone in the corner? No one but the girl will ever know.
Raserei B. Wolf
When I was little, going to the corner was a BIG deal. The corner was the edge of the world. I felt grown up when my mom finally let me wait at the corner for the bus. Here in Philly, corners have a whole different meaning. They are places to meet & gather & hang. Nothing like the bus stop at home.
Leslie
sharp thing that gets in the way. I knock into them all the time. kinda annoying but very important. else everything would be round. that would be very annoying. imagine a round box…. eewwwwwwww…..
amanda
I walked around to corner to find her standing there. I was surprised I thought she was in some foreign place, somewhere exotic, and sunny with beaches and palm trees.
Inifera
I sit in my corner, my light corner…secluded yet not dark….
Anonymous
sharp yet curved it leads me to another reality, curiously hiding the truth of what i’m drawn to.
w
Alone in the corner, I sit dumb!!!
Anonymous
when a fighter just get a nockdown, he must stand up and go to his corner, if not, he will be defeated.
saulo
the corner of the room was very dark and anger bc it could never be with another corner. it would forever be with the same two walls making it.
lonly
CORNERS. THERES MANY IN THE ROOM YOU ARE IN. MINE HAS FOUR. HOW BOUT YOU. CORNERS ARE KIND OF LIKE FRIENDS. YOU NEED TOO WALLS TO MAKE ONE. I AM WRITING IN ALL CAPS. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW>
GREG Talamini
On the corner of the street is the hooker named Julie. She’s a slut for sure. One time, John went to Julie because he really needed laid. She’s the grossest prostitute out there too, way worse than the others.
Annie Hulse
Backed into a corner, Christine screamed out as the knife ran over her gut. The sound reverberated through the room, shaking the walls around her until they began to shatter and break. She could feel them crumbling, falling in, and dashed past her dazed attacker, leaping through the window to the ground outside.
Elizabeth Namiotko
corners are a change in direction. the corner of the univers a set point. the corner of your mind is a distant thought. corners mark a certian limit in a world of no limits
thomas wilkinson
Corners are happy, corners are sweet. Corners, corners, corners… how can they be? What makes a corner a true corner…. Yes… That is true.
my dick
I didn’t know how I ended up here.
The corner of the world.
Nothing to see.
No one to see.
Nothing to hear.
No sounds to make.
Only endless silence, endless darkness.
round, straight, street, invisable. around the corner, corner shop, think around the corner, ecke ( in german )
i so often work myself into a corner, particularly in a romantic sense, it’s got something to do with me falling for a certain girl and then not allowing myself to be interested in any other girl until i’m over it because it would be ‘inappropriate, course i never end up with the girl i’m interested in in the first place, so it’s a very awkward corner.
around the corner i saw a mouse and it was eating crumbs off the floor and i thought hey i would like to catch this mouse so i grabbed a bowl and slammed it on top of the mouse once under the bowl i slipped a magazine under it. i peeked inside and the mouse jumped out at me i grabbed for it and it bit my finger i didnt tell anyone because i didnt want them to make me get a rabies shot
It’s not like we’re trapped. Not really.
I’d like to believe I can scurry up the
walls like a little gecko and
around the bend, back into
reality.
she sat in the corner with her head between her knees. the tears slowly fell down her face as she gasped for air. no one had ever spoken like that to her before. she knew she deserved it, but still it was unbearable. she had lied and cheated so many times that this was no surprise to her. what wold happen if she tried it again? maybe everyone would leave her.
In one corner stood a pile of books that appeared to tower over her. Balanced precariously in no particular order large books tottering upon smaller volumes, they filled her eyeline.
He was just around the corner, out of sight and out of mind, when he realized that the person who had only nodded slightly was his long lost mother. What was he thinking? Could he really go back and confront her when she hadn’t even recognized him? What was he thinking.
musty, dusty and home to many spiders, the corner was dark. no light from the single window could reach this space cramped behind the tall bureau. Thus it soon became an ideal hiding place for them to gather and share their secrets.
corner store, corner of the room, my private corner a sharp edge- I’m turning the corner i can’t see you. and a where’s the puppy right around the corner. what’s the puppy/s name
round the corner there stood a little old man way=tching her every move. She tried to run but, as she returned the way she’d come the corner had disappeared and there seemed to be a massive gate barring her way instead.
because of the corner people come together from all over and have a good time. it is the central point of love here in cville.it is the end all be all of good times. it is the pinnacle it is love. the corner = uva for life.
how appropriate. because it may be a turning point as well.
this is the place where the walls meet.
somebody is sitting there, the cobwebs covering their face, arms, legs, body… as if they are tied there.
i don’t see any spiders and for that i am greatful.
she is scared of spiders, that much is obvious.
my home is near the beach
It was static, angled, dark to my room. It was a harsh place, a harbourer of shadow.
Corners are cool, I imagine myself sitting in a corner thinking of all the amazing times in my life I’ve spent in a corner, feeling safe and assured. Yep. corners are the best.
in the corner there are people hiding….hidden places who nknoes what they are hiding from they dont know why they are liveing just sitting in the corner away from the world not dairng to be involved with anythint.terrified of letting themselves be free, who else can blame them they think. where is too many problems rto worry about.
you turn the street, facing slightly to the left. a corner is approaching. do you turn? you can’t seem to remember where it was you were going, so you decide to add some variety in your pathetic existence and turn the stupid corner. it approaches you, red brick walled and grey concrete pavement. you start to sweat. you turn the corner to see-
In the corner lay something I hadn’t seen in years. I hadn’t realized the treasures one can discover in simply rearranging furniture. I was hesitant to pick it up due to the dust, but I had once valued it so dearly that I couldn
I want to live right around the corner. it’s so anonymous
the end of a room, place where two things come together, end of a sheet of paper,
in the corner asits a spider long fury legs, scared moving, wants to eat me looking for food sits in the cobwebs must get hoover out need to clean why does dust fall in corners clean all the time move spider from room
There are four of them in a square or rectangle. Also on every street. It has 6 letter. Changes direction.
My mind is a never-ending game of hide and seek,
as I seek through the corner of forgotten memories and their meanings, waiting for a memento.
Even though I’m the seeker, I sometimes get caught up in the race, and I hide in that corner.
“Olly olly oxen free,” I whisper, but all is still.
Inside, I get busy, preoccupied, and desperate.
I’m looking for something.
It’s important, it’s hiding, and it’s winning the game.
store on the corner with items for purchase such as cheese and bread or soda and tasty delicious snack treats possibly old and dusty probably red exterior cramped too warm for comfort but cheap and on your block so you’re there
She sits in a corner, hanging her head. She sits in her corner, thinking if the world is dead. She sits in her corner, wondering where she is. She sits in the corner, smiling to herself. She sits in the corner, growing hungrier and hungrier. She sits in the corner, still smiling and smiling. Why is she smiling, if she is alone in the corner? No one but the girl will ever know.
When I was little, going to the corner was a BIG deal. The corner was the edge of the world. I felt grown up when my mom finally let me wait at the corner for the bus. Here in Philly, corners have a whole different meaning. They are places to meet & gather & hang. Nothing like the bus stop at home.
sharp thing that gets in the way. I knock into them all the time. kinda annoying but very important. else everything would be round. that would be very annoying. imagine a round box…. eewwwwwwww…..
I walked around to corner to find her standing there. I was surprised I thought she was in some foreign place, somewhere exotic, and sunny with beaches and palm trees.
I sit in my corner, my light corner…secluded yet not dark….
sharp yet curved it leads me to another reality, curiously hiding the truth of what i’m drawn to.
Alone in the corner, I sit dumb!!!
when a fighter just get a nockdown, he must stand up and go to his corner, if not, he will be defeated.
the corner of the room was very dark and anger bc it could never be with another corner. it would forever be with the same two walls making it.
CORNERS. THERES MANY IN THE ROOM YOU ARE IN. MINE HAS FOUR. HOW BOUT YOU. CORNERS ARE KIND OF LIKE FRIENDS. YOU NEED TOO WALLS TO MAKE ONE. I AM WRITING IN ALL CAPS. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW>
On the corner of the street is the hooker named Julie. She’s a slut for sure. One time, John went to Julie because he really needed laid. She’s the grossest prostitute out there too, way worse than the others.
Backed into a corner, Christine screamed out as the knife ran over her gut. The sound reverberated through the room, shaking the walls around her until they began to shatter and break. She could feel them crumbling, falling in, and dashed past her dazed attacker, leaping through the window to the ground outside.
corners are a change in direction. the corner of the univers a set point. the corner of your mind is a distant thought. corners mark a certian limit in a world of no limits
Corners are happy, corners are sweet. Corners, corners, corners… how can they be? What makes a corner a true corner…. Yes… That is true.