To be cornered in such a way was unbelievably embarrassing. I’d spent so long training, most of my life really and my first time out I can’t get away. And it’s not just myself I’ve let down but the others too
Cornered. Between you and that wall. My favorite way of being cornered. Your hands against my hands. Your chest against mine. So. Deliciously. Cornered.
Loulou
Please, Mr. Post Man, don’t allow my peanuts to be taken by the elephant. Cornered.
Jim Ranger
Only the brave were invited to stay. The rest of us, unworthy and miserable, were left cornered by spectacular failure and our bleak futures.
Cornered, he thought, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair as the two supplicants stood waiting for his decision. Nothing to do but give them permission to wed.
I felt the walls closing in on me and my breath couldn’t help but quicken as I felt the cool against my fingertips. Snapping my eyes open, though, I heard a ding and noticed everyone filing out of the elevator as we reached the second floor.
ShortCutiePie
In hindsight, it really was all his fault that he was stuck in this situation. He stood there, cornered for what was most likely the last time, back literally pressed against a wall. And all he could hear was their steady approach in the distance.
The little mouse adventured into the world of the giants. It saw a snack on the other side of the room. While attempting to obtain it, it was cornered by the big bad cat.
This is where I am right now. Cornered. In a way. I know I can get up and move around, but many people are cornered in their life. Because if we are to look around, what do we see? A corner. I feel a little cornered by this assignment since I only have a minute to write about the word. But it struck me instantly as something I can relate to, because I’m stuck in a corner, literally and metaphorically. In an office.
Jermaine
I feel cornered. Not by circumstances. Not by chance. My mind is my prison. My thoughts are my undoing and I am my own worst enemy. Time to unlock that door and shut the door behind me.
He felt cornered in his own mind. It was now or never. Maybe it was never.But he wanted to believe in the now so he took the leap into the unknown.
Arathi
you’re finally at the end of the maze. this is all there is.
blanche
It’s something you feel when you don’t find yourself anywhere familiar. It’s a place you know but don’t love, a place that you dread when you feel like the world is caving in on you. Everywhere there is no life, no sound, no way of slipping out.
Blanche
Up against a wall… then the other wall. Pinned. Hand above my head, his fingers intertwined with mine. Wrap my leg around his waist. His lips on my neck… Flip around, I push him into the corner, our eyes lock. Now I’m in control. With a flick of my tongue behind his ear, I feel him melt into me. Like I planned, I’m in charge.
They have her cornered with no where to run. She feigned left, feigned right. She slipped and got away. And then she was cornered again.
Cat
the first thought that comes to mind is a rabbit, maybe because everytime i see them in a cage they are flocked to one side or the corner of the cage. in a broader sense cornered is a state of mind rather than a physical condition.
Vaibhav
My teeth were bared. I hadn’t done it on purpose, but I could feel my lips curl back without my conscious intentions, and my back had stiffened. I felt like an animal, acting purely on instinct, but I knew that I would protect myself at any cost. I might be at a disadvantage in this situation, but my muscles were ready to spring at any moment. I wouldn’t go down easily.
My cousin took me to go to the bathroom. I was young, and I didn’t know the difference. But he took me into the guy’s bathroom. He went to the far stall and locked us in. Thats when he cornered me.
Brianna
I shut the door behind me and twist the lock. My eyes flit around frantically for a means of escape. There’s just a sink and a toilet, nothing heavy that I can effectively block the door with. Suddenly the door handle jiggles as someone on the other side tries to turn it.
“She’s in here!” A voice calls to the others, “Door’s locked!”
Leah
There were two of them, and they had him cornered. One was blocking his path to the exit, and the other was now approaching him from the side, slowly prowling around the front of the car between them. He slowly backed toward the wall, trying to edge his way towards the bathroom, his only remaining chance of escape. Then, with no mercy, his predator pounced;
“Good afternoon, Sir! I see you’re admiring our new model sedan; would you like to try a test drive ?”
tonykeyesjapan
One long side glance told me all I needed to know about this one. No use cornering her. Not the fox-tongued one. Oh, no. There would have to be a global calamity that wrought the destruction of the Earth itself before she’d allow herself to be cornered by one so wily as herself.
I’d overshot the turn into the Undercity and now I was trapped, my back pressed flat against the dirty stone of the alley’s wall, cornered by my own pride and stupidity. My only hope was that they kept going, that they hadn’t seen me duck into the alley and were dumb enough to pass without checking it first.
Joe had no where to run, and he was running from himself. A mirror was chasing him and he had no choice but to look his reflection straight in the eye
Peter Westmer
“I really think Rosings is better suited for the job- God knows he’s been in the department longer than I have.”
“I don’t think I’m familiar with a Mr. Rosings.” Elijah Gabriel smiles at him like a child.
He bursts. “Well! You really ought to- that is, you ought to ask him about being your superior! Let him take you under his wing for the time being, he’ll really appreciate-”
“But what if,” The taller man, the darker man- the man he wishes wasn’t standing in front of him- politely intervenes. “I don’t know how to do that either?”
“You…” He hesitates. “Don’t know how to talk to him?”
Elijah takes a step forward and laughs quietly. “I don’t know how ask. It’s rather silly, isn’t it?” Vague blue eyes immediately sharpen, far too sharp for his liking. “You should be my supervisor.”
He feels the wall against his back and all his will crumble between his fingers. “I…of course. Alright.”
There it was, trapped, cornered between the two cement walls. The poor little rabbit was shaking in a frenzy. No where to turn, it shrunk into the walls, unsuccessful in its attempt to camouflage with the walls.
she looks to the left, and then to the right. he’s fast approaching her and she doesn’t know what to do. each step back resonates within the empty, vacant room–consisting of nothing except for them. her footsteps, growing louder and louder, and his, growing closer and closer.
lys
She stood there, silently, unable to move. She wanted to talk, to touch, to interact. But something was holding her back. Something that wasn’t physically there.
Zoe
cornered
locked up
no escape
no means of a way out
and you run
towards
me
Lillah
This was a fine mess he’d gotten himself into. He could hear the sirens blaring as they came down the street. The sound of their tires squealing as the coppers skidded to a stop right out front of his hiding place.
They must have spotted the getaway car out front. “Damn it!” he swore half under his breath. He should have held onto that dame for a hostage, he might have had a way out of this. He looked down at the bag of money on the floor next to him. Maybe all those greenbacks weren’t worth this kind of trouble.
Hushed voices came from the back of the abandoned shop Blue and red lights flashed as silhouettes of men with raised guns passed by the painted over glass of the storefront. There was no place to go.. He was cornered and on his way back to the big house.
She immediately cornered him, making sure that there wasn’t any way for him to escape. Oh, she’d get those answers out him, one way or another. He avoided her as much as possible, but that would all change. She knew that he still cared, and that was the very reason why he’d chosen to stay silent. But she wouldn’t stand for that.
I was cornered in the classroom. He held the gun in front of me, five feet away.
“Shoot me. I bet yo don’t have the guts.” I said.
He gets a bit closer. He started to cock the gun.
“You ready? The bullet is fast, hope you don’t blink.” He said.
The masked man was mocking me. He knows I’m ready to die. What is taking him so long? Probably to scare to do anything.
As I walked through the dark alleyway, a shortcut back to my house, I felt a presence behind me. As I turrned around, the figure seemed to be approaching closer and closer, at a pace that matched my heartbeat. I quickened my pace until it turned into a full blown sprint. I, focused on creating as much distance between the figure and I, failed to pay attention to where I was going. Sooner or later, I ran into a dead end, cornered by the figure. As it got closer and closer, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, I regretted taking this shortcut that would ultimately lead to my demise.
Life has you cornered. Maybe somewhere pinned between 3 AM and the deadline that’s threatening to smite you. Instead of finding an escape, you sit transfixed on the apex where the edges of the walls meet and spiral into some existential vortex…
“This way, this way!” The officer shouted. He scrambled over the trash cans in the back alley and pushed off against the brick wall of the buildings. He ignored the narrowing of the space and continued on, listening for the frantic footsteps of his quarry.
“I see her, she’s here!” Another shout came from off to his left. “She’s in sight!”
“Take her down!” The cheif’s voice crackled through the shared communicators. “I want her dead, do you hear me? Take her down!”
The officer skidded around the corner and came to an abrupt halt. He felt something slam into his throat and his head smacked into the brick wall, hard enough to send stars dancing through his vision. He sucked in a breath and shoved back, shaking his head to clear it, and lashing out with his free hand.
A soft grunt met his ears, right before a sharp kick to the legs and a heavy weight bowled him over from behind. He lay sprawled on the floor, aware that there were no others present, no backup in sight and the alley was very dark and very small.
“Did your brains catch up to you yet?” The woman asked, hefting a brick in her hand. There was a dark smirk on her face. “That’s alright, doesn’t really matter to me either way.” She approached him, the smirk becoming more twisted. “What was that he said? Cheif Holding said–ah yes, kill her? Don’t spare her? Don’t stop to listen to what she might have to say about corrupt badges parading around and handing out tainted justice?” She laughed, loud and mocking.
“D-delia…” The officer gasped. “Please don’t do this.”
“Oh, lovey.” Delia crooned. “I don’t want to do this, but you’re not giving me a choice.”
“You sold us out!” He cried, desperately. “You’re a traitor!”
Delia dropped to a crouch beside him and gently rested the brick on his buzzing head. “So you think I’m a rat?”
I feel completely cornered experiencing life in the suburbs. No way out, nothing to do, trapped in a bubble.
Ashley
What happens when your path is broken
When treasured words are left unspoken
Your moving forward but hesitantly
And you feel unsure of where the future might lead
Do keep looking back and stumble on your past
Or do you try to hold on and make every moment last
I for one have made my choice
To look to the future and find my voice
Reality Speaks
Being cornered by a bunch of foxes was not as bad as she had anticipated. Grantes, they were angry, but at least they were not hungry, which would be much worse.
It was her own fault of course, for being out late in Wedding Night in the Forest. Every other kid in the village went home at sunset. Every other kid would wake up tomorrow in their beds. She had no idea where she would wake up tomorrow. Anywhere but her bed, if the Fox Priest’s calculating eyes were to be taken seriously.
“Say ‘good bye’, little human.” said one of the Fox Guards “Tonight you change.”
Lie
He backs further into the alleyway, his teeth bared in a grimace somewhere between fear and defiance. The hooded figures come ever closer. He still can’t see their faces but the light glinting on their blades is all too clear.
I am not being cornered.
To be cornered in such a way was unbelievably embarrassing. I’d spent so long training, most of my life really and my first time out I can’t get away. And it’s not just myself I’ve let down but the others too
Cornered. Between you and that wall. My favorite way of being cornered. Your hands against my hands. Your chest against mine. So. Deliciously. Cornered.
Please, Mr. Post Man, don’t allow my peanuts to be taken by the elephant. Cornered.
Only the brave were invited to stay. The rest of us, unworthy and miserable, were left cornered by spectacular failure and our bleak futures.
Cornered, he thought, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair as the two supplicants stood waiting for his decision. Nothing to do but give them permission to wed.
I felt the walls closing in on me and my breath couldn’t help but quicken as I felt the cool against my fingertips. Snapping my eyes open, though, I heard a ding and noticed everyone filing out of the elevator as we reached the second floor.
In hindsight, it really was all his fault that he was stuck in this situation. He stood there, cornered for what was most likely the last time, back literally pressed against a wall. And all he could hear was their steady approach in the distance.
The little mouse adventured into the world of the giants. It saw a snack on the other side of the room. While attempting to obtain it, it was cornered by the big bad cat.
Sarah was in a conversation with friends who were disagreeing. She felt cornered in to having to make an input
This is where I am right now. Cornered. In a way. I know I can get up and move around, but many people are cornered in their life. Because if we are to look around, what do we see? A corner. I feel a little cornered by this assignment since I only have a minute to write about the word. But it struck me instantly as something I can relate to, because I’m stuck in a corner, literally and metaphorically. In an office.
I feel cornered. Not by circumstances. Not by chance. My mind is my prison. My thoughts are my undoing and I am my own worst enemy. Time to unlock that door and shut the door behind me.
He felt cornered in his own mind. It was now or never. Maybe it was never.But he wanted to believe in the now so he took the leap into the unknown.
you’re finally at the end of the maze. this is all there is.
It’s something you feel when you don’t find yourself anywhere familiar. It’s a place you know but don’t love, a place that you dread when you feel like the world is caving in on you. Everywhere there is no life, no sound, no way of slipping out.
Up against a wall… then the other wall. Pinned. Hand above my head, his fingers intertwined with mine. Wrap my leg around his waist. His lips on my neck… Flip around, I push him into the corner, our eyes lock. Now I’m in control. With a flick of my tongue behind his ear, I feel him melt into me. Like I planned, I’m in charge.
They have her cornered with no where to run. She feigned left, feigned right. She slipped and got away. And then she was cornered again.
the first thought that comes to mind is a rabbit, maybe because everytime i see them in a cage they are flocked to one side or the corner of the cage. in a broader sense cornered is a state of mind rather than a physical condition.
My teeth were bared. I hadn’t done it on purpose, but I could feel my lips curl back without my conscious intentions, and my back had stiffened. I felt like an animal, acting purely on instinct, but I knew that I would protect myself at any cost. I might be at a disadvantage in this situation, but my muscles were ready to spring at any moment. I wouldn’t go down easily.
My cousin took me to go to the bathroom. I was young, and I didn’t know the difference. But he took me into the guy’s bathroom. He went to the far stall and locked us in. Thats when he cornered me.
I shut the door behind me and twist the lock. My eyes flit around frantically for a means of escape. There’s just a sink and a toilet, nothing heavy that I can effectively block the door with. Suddenly the door handle jiggles as someone on the other side tries to turn it.
“She’s in here!” A voice calls to the others, “Door’s locked!”
There were two of them, and they had him cornered. One was blocking his path to the exit, and the other was now approaching him from the side, slowly prowling around the front of the car between them. He slowly backed toward the wall, trying to edge his way towards the bathroom, his only remaining chance of escape. Then, with no mercy, his predator pounced;
“Good afternoon, Sir! I see you’re admiring our new model sedan; would you like to try a test drive ?”
One long side glance told me all I needed to know about this one. No use cornering her. Not the fox-tongued one. Oh, no. There would have to be a global calamity that wrought the destruction of the Earth itself before she’d allow herself to be cornered by one so wily as herself.
I’d overshot the turn into the Undercity and now I was trapped, my back pressed flat against the dirty stone of the alley’s wall, cornered by my own pride and stupidity. My only hope was that they kept going, that they hadn’t seen me duck into the alley and were dumb enough to pass without checking it first.
Joe had no where to run, and he was running from himself. A mirror was chasing him and he had no choice but to look his reflection straight in the eye
“I really think Rosings is better suited for the job- God knows he’s been in the department longer than I have.”
“I don’t think I’m familiar with a Mr. Rosings.” Elijah Gabriel smiles at him like a child.
He bursts. “Well! You really ought to- that is, you ought to ask him about being your superior! Let him take you under his wing for the time being, he’ll really appreciate-”
“But what if,” The taller man, the darker man- the man he wishes wasn’t standing in front of him- politely intervenes. “I don’t know how to do that either?”
“You…” He hesitates. “Don’t know how to talk to him?”
Elijah takes a step forward and laughs quietly. “I don’t know how ask. It’s rather silly, isn’t it?” Vague blue eyes immediately sharpen, far too sharp for his liking. “You should be my supervisor.”
He feels the wall against his back and all his will crumble between his fingers. “I…of course. Alright.”
There it was, trapped, cornered between the two cement walls. The poor little rabbit was shaking in a frenzy. No where to turn, it shrunk into the walls, unsuccessful in its attempt to camouflage with the walls.
she looks to the left, and then to the right. he’s fast approaching her and she doesn’t know what to do. each step back resonates within the empty, vacant room–consisting of nothing except for them. her footsteps, growing louder and louder, and his, growing closer and closer.
She stood there, silently, unable to move. She wanted to talk, to touch, to interact. But something was holding her back. Something that wasn’t physically there.
cornered
locked up
no escape
no means of a way out
and you run
towards
me
This was a fine mess he’d gotten himself into. He could hear the sirens blaring as they came down the street. The sound of their tires squealing as the coppers skidded to a stop right out front of his hiding place.
They must have spotted the getaway car out front. “Damn it!” he swore half under his breath. He should have held onto that dame for a hostage, he might have had a way out of this. He looked down at the bag of money on the floor next to him. Maybe all those greenbacks weren’t worth this kind of trouble.
Hushed voices came from the back of the abandoned shop Blue and red lights flashed as silhouettes of men with raised guns passed by the painted over glass of the storefront. There was no place to go.. He was cornered and on his way back to the big house.
She immediately cornered him, making sure that there wasn’t any way for him to escape. Oh, she’d get those answers out him, one way or another. He avoided her as much as possible, but that would all change. She knew that he still cared, and that was the very reason why he’d chosen to stay silent. But she wouldn’t stand for that.
I was cornered in the classroom. He held the gun in front of me, five feet away.
“Shoot me. I bet yo don’t have the guts.” I said.
He gets a bit closer. He started to cock the gun.
“You ready? The bullet is fast, hope you don’t blink.” He said.
The masked man was mocking me. He knows I’m ready to die. What is taking him so long? Probably to scare to do anything.
As I walked through the dark alleyway, a shortcut back to my house, I felt a presence behind me. As I turrned around, the figure seemed to be approaching closer and closer, at a pace that matched my heartbeat. I quickened my pace until it turned into a full blown sprint. I, focused on creating as much distance between the figure and I, failed to pay attention to where I was going. Sooner or later, I ran into a dead end, cornered by the figure. As it got closer and closer, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, I regretted taking this shortcut that would ultimately lead to my demise.
Life has you cornered. Maybe somewhere pinned between 3 AM and the deadline that’s threatening to smite you. Instead of finding an escape, you sit transfixed on the apex where the edges of the walls meet and spiral into some existential vortex…
“This way, this way!” The officer shouted. He scrambled over the trash cans in the back alley and pushed off against the brick wall of the buildings. He ignored the narrowing of the space and continued on, listening for the frantic footsteps of his quarry.
“I see her, she’s here!” Another shout came from off to his left. “She’s in sight!”
“Take her down!” The cheif’s voice crackled through the shared communicators. “I want her dead, do you hear me? Take her down!”
The officer skidded around the corner and came to an abrupt halt. He felt something slam into his throat and his head smacked into the brick wall, hard enough to send stars dancing through his vision. He sucked in a breath and shoved back, shaking his head to clear it, and lashing out with his free hand.
A soft grunt met his ears, right before a sharp kick to the legs and a heavy weight bowled him over from behind. He lay sprawled on the floor, aware that there were no others present, no backup in sight and the alley was very dark and very small.
“Did your brains catch up to you yet?” The woman asked, hefting a brick in her hand. There was a dark smirk on her face. “That’s alright, doesn’t really matter to me either way.” She approached him, the smirk becoming more twisted. “What was that he said? Cheif Holding said–ah yes, kill her? Don’t spare her? Don’t stop to listen to what she might have to say about corrupt badges parading around and handing out tainted justice?” She laughed, loud and mocking.
“D-delia…” The officer gasped. “Please don’t do this.”
“Oh, lovey.” Delia crooned. “I don’t want to do this, but you’re not giving me a choice.”
“You sold us out!” He cried, desperately. “You’re a traitor!”
Delia dropped to a crouch beside him and gently rested the brick on his buzzing head. “So you think I’m a rat?”
“They–they have evidence.”
“A cornered rat, always bites back,” Delia said, sadly. “Congratulations–I’m cornered.”
I feel completely cornered experiencing life in the suburbs. No way out, nothing to do, trapped in a bubble.
What happens when your path is broken
When treasured words are left unspoken
Your moving forward but hesitantly
And you feel unsure of where the future might lead
Do keep looking back and stumble on your past
Or do you try to hold on and make every moment last
I for one have made my choice
To look to the future and find my voice
Being cornered by a bunch of foxes was not as bad as she had anticipated. Grantes, they were angry, but at least they were not hungry, which would be much worse.
It was her own fault of course, for being out late in Wedding Night in the Forest. Every other kid in the village went home at sunset. Every other kid would wake up tomorrow in their beds. She had no idea where she would wake up tomorrow. Anywhere but her bed, if the Fox Priest’s calculating eyes were to be taken seriously.
“Say ‘good bye’, little human.” said one of the Fox Guards “Tonight you change.”
He backs further into the alleyway, his teeth bared in a grimace somewhere between fear and defiance. The hooded figures come ever closer. He still can’t see their faces but the light glinting on their blades is all too clear.