crossing the street you wonder if the people in the cars are looking. sometimes you have to trust them in their two ton weapons of steel and you wonder if today is your day, your day to get hit. is this how you are going to go??? you never know
LEW
to wander this world, i have long awaited.
i am just crossing, i am now gone.
marc diocera
Crossing the 99th item of my list, I suddenly realised that I’d better slow down. Only one more thing to do now before I die..
Kylie Ansett
so the other day when i was making a sandwich, there were a few things crossing my mind. 1! obama is the man. 2! i often find many things on this website that lead me to write such things as this current piece. 3!? i’m surprised that i got as far as 3. well teedledee for now. it was a bread, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, bread sandwich.
ZACK!
there is an x, on the sign, and a child, and man holding that child’s hand. I don’t think they know that crossing is lethal. People die crossing the street, and when you die you cross the Styx. Crossing seems to be so meaningful, like crossing the Rubicon.
Louie Yazon
the crossing guard was a rude bitch. she wouldn’t let me go to my friend’s house after school which was right across the street from the school so she watched me. She said I needed to go right home, and i couldn’t call my mother. Who the fuck did she think she was? My friend’s brother died too, he was mentally handicapped. The school put the flag at half mass when that happened.
Trina
Trains cross the tracks, people cross roads. But collision is inevitable at crossings. Some never recover, others move on. Are there crosses in crossings? I like to walk at a leisurely pace in the hopes that something interesting happens.
Irish
I was crossing the bridge. To where I wasn’t show but I have a feeling that it was where I needed to go. It was the path God was showing me. But he o’course gave me a decision. But I was happy to choose the right one. Because crossing was the best verb he gave me.
Stephii
I was crossing the street one day when I saw a van. The van had two men in it and they were staring at me so I thought to go and talk to the men but when I went up to the van there was no one in there. Inside however there was a doll in the driver’s seat and a stuffed rabbit in the passenger side. I never really figure out what happened.
Evelie
The bridge was rather small and she had yet to set her feet on the first worn board. Did she dare risk testing this death-trap? She stood briefly, considering the various options open to her, and then stepped out with what she hoped might pass for confidence.
Kevin Gardner
the street
big d
I like crossing the street. It makes you look closely at your environment more closely than you’re use to. It makes you detail-oriented. Crossing the street is more than just walking.
Kimoanh
It was a bridge. Not a huge bridge; small, rickety. It extended across the river, some parts cracked and distended so that the water rushed over over feet as we walked.
coli
It was like crossing into another world. Stepping into the unknown with no one there to guide you; no one to help you through the tough times. Knowing you’ll never see him again, be able to talk to him. The feeling you have is nothing but numbness–pure and raw.
Myriah
crossing delancey if i remember right was a movie, one that i never got to watch though. anyway crossing is really what i do everyday when i cross over from mainland Singapore to our top tourist destination Sentosa. Yes that is where i work. Neat huh?
kelbungy
Crossing hearts, little middle school and elementary school promises, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye… I remember I did that a lot with my sisters, whenever I did it… Keep a toy, give a CD, a video game, whatever… It was all fun and games until I actually didn’t keep it and had to pretend to poke my eye out…
Wendy West
When my grandma cross the street with me, she always grab my hand really really tight even though she rarely cross streets with me anymore. It’s been so long since I last saw her. I really miss her. Though I can walk across any road I want now or drive through any street, I still miss though hands that always guide me.
Yutong Wang
“Take a deep breath. Hold it. And Whatever you do, don’t let it out until we’re across the bridge.”
She gripped his arm until she could feel her fingernails digging into his skin, but he didn’t complain. Shaking, she drew a long breath and held it.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
They stepped onto the bridge together and began to cross.
penandsword
While crossing the street I met a chicken. He asked “why are you crossing the street?” “Why do you ask?” I said. He replied “well everyone keeps bugging ME about it, so I thought I’d get some other opinions.”
Jim Curtis
the road crossing …….
at lifes crossing …..when u change from ambition to passion about life.
why did the chicken cross the road …..
kids must always check on either side beforecrossing the road
abcd
i never knew crossing the street could bring as much pain as getting stabbed, or getting shot, or overdosing on cocaine. i really never did. but when that bigass nissan xterra hit me, i thought my brain would explode from the hurt.
Nidale
I crossed the road >_>… I LOVE YOU
Bob the builder
A zebra decided to cross the road. While he was crossing it, he tripped. He was devastated because he had hurt his nose badly, and it was bleeding. Soon, the cars were honking at him. He was very afraid of cars. He didn’t know what to do, and the cars got angry now.
Celebi
i was crossing the bridge. crossing the bridge was an epiphanic experience for me. the bridge was an old bridge, and i hadn’t been able to cross it for a long time. it was too hard, too emotionally scary for me to cross that bridge. and when i corssed the bridge, i died and then went to heaven, just to see what it was like. then i went to hell.
daniell
crossing a road.
two strangers meet at an intersection and cross it. they stop and pause a moment when passing each other, as if they knew one another…
teagan.
the road is a laughing duck with a pencil in his mouth. hes laughing at my mother where she does not know he is. he is a secret agent with agent orange secreting from under his wing. the bubbles of the accordian run around flippantly to the drumbeat of a fast concord. the last thing to do always is to run up against a wall of flies. it is just grotes
xavi
animal crossing its a great game
i like those deer crossing signs cause they look like a jumping deer am i right
just kidding
anyways animal crossing is really really awesome because like you can live and stuff and people come to your house and are all like nice couch and i say screw you and dig holes around them and they start to cry and go home and im like whats your problem dude so anyway this chick was playin animal crossign and things got heated and so shes like do
gucci
i was crossing the street, when the crossing guard threw his red stop sign down onto the pavement. The van didn’t see me in time. I hope the crossing guard feels sorry.
Krislyn
Crossing a fence. chicken. road. blue. ranch dressing. over. the hill. red. car wreck. girl standing by. type type type. school time. memories.
Hunter Hicks
haha. i’ve been addicted to animal crossing lately. and that just makes me seem like a total dork. i have more friends in that town then in actual life. but i do have to say that i am never bored. and that i actually enjoy just going around the town doing nothing. :D cos i’m cool. :D :D
morgan.
over the bridge she left for town. the river flowing below she stopped. wondering about her widows, THEY DONT GO TO HER SHE GOES TO THEM. the red woolen coat flaps over the hand rain. cold bones on jagged rocks. THEY DONT GO TO HER SHE GOES TO THEM.
zanny
Crossing a bridge. Cross Roads. Cross roads to life. Am I supposed to do this, am I supposed to do that? Who the fuck knows? Best bet is to make a decsion and deal with the consequences after. No one knows the future. Man up.
Nnamdi
I love our crossing. The most unlikely of circumstances, not only then, but still now. But despite this ridiculous rendezvous, a very real love has taken place, one that transcends a random crossing.
Kory Rotter
There was a crossing guard outside of the school. Every day she would help children cross the street. But today a child got hit by a car. Blood flew all over the place.
kellerz
if i were an idiot, just say i am lucky…
wahyu wibisono
there comes a time in every barnyard animals life where they are forced to come to a decision. the cow; to moo or not to moo? the horse; what the fuck am i doing here? the chicken; to cross or not to cross. these are the questions we too ask ourselves. these are questions from the crossing.
stank smiff.
It’s crossing that time…. the morning isn’t quite here and the night hasn’t quite left but all that’s left is us. Here we are just sitting figuring how to pass the time one way or the other.
Lukin
I got a jaywalking ticket one time for crossing the street. Or rather, a cop SAID he was going to give me a jaywalking ticket. I tried to explain to him that I was going to be in the clear – time-wise, but due to Zenos paradox, could never make it to my destination.
He pointed out I DID. Ticket. :(
Cow Chamber
I was crossing the road and what did I see. A car came towards my path. What should I do? Run? Crawl? No. I sat down. Awere of my destiny I sat down. I let the car make the decission. Was this my time? My time to move on? Or would I get saved by the red light?
Niklas
i cross paths wiht different people eery day some i know and some i dont. i wonder if they relize they we crosssed paths? do they think about me too? Sometimes it hink of crossing people, my ifinergers, my legs. What the point of being so politcally correct anyways?? You wouldnt want ot
crossing the street you wonder if the people in the cars are looking. sometimes you have to trust them in their two ton weapons of steel and you wonder if today is your day, your day to get hit. is this how you are going to go??? you never know
to wander this world, i have long awaited.
i am just crossing, i am now gone.
Crossing the 99th item of my list, I suddenly realised that I’d better slow down. Only one more thing to do now before I die..
so the other day when i was making a sandwich, there were a few things crossing my mind. 1! obama is the man. 2! i often find many things on this website that lead me to write such things as this current piece. 3!? i’m surprised that i got as far as 3. well teedledee for now. it was a bread, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, bread sandwich.
there is an x, on the sign, and a child, and man holding that child’s hand. I don’t think they know that crossing is lethal. People die crossing the street, and when you die you cross the Styx. Crossing seems to be so meaningful, like crossing the Rubicon.
the crossing guard was a rude bitch. she wouldn’t let me go to my friend’s house after school which was right across the street from the school so she watched me. She said I needed to go right home, and i couldn’t call my mother. Who the fuck did she think she was? My friend’s brother died too, he was mentally handicapped. The school put the flag at half mass when that happened.
Trains cross the tracks, people cross roads. But collision is inevitable at crossings. Some never recover, others move on. Are there crosses in crossings? I like to walk at a leisurely pace in the hopes that something interesting happens.
I was crossing the bridge. To where I wasn’t show but I have a feeling that it was where I needed to go. It was the path God was showing me. But he o’course gave me a decision. But I was happy to choose the right one. Because crossing was the best verb he gave me.
I was crossing the street one day when I saw a van. The van had two men in it and they were staring at me so I thought to go and talk to the men but when I went up to the van there was no one in there. Inside however there was a doll in the driver’s seat and a stuffed rabbit in the passenger side. I never really figure out what happened.
The bridge was rather small and she had yet to set her feet on the first worn board. Did she dare risk testing this death-trap? She stood briefly, considering the various options open to her, and then stepped out with what she hoped might pass for confidence.
the street
I like crossing the street. It makes you look closely at your environment more closely than you’re use to. It makes you detail-oriented. Crossing the street is more than just walking.
It was a bridge. Not a huge bridge; small, rickety. It extended across the river, some parts cracked and distended so that the water rushed over over feet as we walked.
It was like crossing into another world. Stepping into the unknown with no one there to guide you; no one to help you through the tough times. Knowing you’ll never see him again, be able to talk to him. The feeling you have is nothing but numbness–pure and raw.
crossing delancey if i remember right was a movie, one that i never got to watch though. anyway crossing is really what i do everyday when i cross over from mainland Singapore to our top tourist destination Sentosa. Yes that is where i work. Neat huh?
Crossing hearts, little middle school and elementary school promises, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye… I remember I did that a lot with my sisters, whenever I did it… Keep a toy, give a CD, a video game, whatever… It was all fun and games until I actually didn’t keep it and had to pretend to poke my eye out…
When my grandma cross the street with me, she always grab my hand really really tight even though she rarely cross streets with me anymore. It’s been so long since I last saw her. I really miss her. Though I can walk across any road I want now or drive through any street, I still miss though hands that always guide me.
“Take a deep breath. Hold it. And Whatever you do, don’t let it out until we’re across the bridge.”
She gripped his arm until she could feel her fingernails digging into his skin, but he didn’t complain. Shaking, she drew a long breath and held it.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
They stepped onto the bridge together and began to cross.
While crossing the street I met a chicken. He asked “why are you crossing the street?” “Why do you ask?” I said. He replied “well everyone keeps bugging ME about it, so I thought I’d get some other opinions.”
the road crossing …….
at lifes crossing …..when u change from ambition to passion about life.
why did the chicken cross the road …..
kids must always check on either side beforecrossing the road
i never knew crossing the street could bring as much pain as getting stabbed, or getting shot, or overdosing on cocaine. i really never did. but when that bigass nissan xterra hit me, i thought my brain would explode from the hurt.
I crossed the road >_>… I LOVE YOU
A zebra decided to cross the road. While he was crossing it, he tripped. He was devastated because he had hurt his nose badly, and it was bleeding. Soon, the cars were honking at him. He was very afraid of cars. He didn’t know what to do, and the cars got angry now.
i was crossing the bridge. crossing the bridge was an epiphanic experience for me. the bridge was an old bridge, and i hadn’t been able to cross it for a long time. it was too hard, too emotionally scary for me to cross that bridge. and when i corssed the bridge, i died and then went to heaven, just to see what it was like. then i went to hell.
crossing a road.
two strangers meet at an intersection and cross it. they stop and pause a moment when passing each other, as if they knew one another…
the road is a laughing duck with a pencil in his mouth. hes laughing at my mother where she does not know he is. he is a secret agent with agent orange secreting from under his wing. the bubbles of the accordian run around flippantly to the drumbeat of a fast concord. the last thing to do always is to run up against a wall of flies. it is just grotes
animal crossing its a great game
i like those deer crossing signs cause they look like a jumping deer am i right
just kidding
anyways animal crossing is really really awesome because like you can live and stuff and people come to your house and are all like nice couch and i say screw you and dig holes around them and they start to cry and go home and im like whats your problem dude so anyway this chick was playin animal crossign and things got heated and so shes like do
i was crossing the street, when the crossing guard threw his red stop sign down onto the pavement. The van didn’t see me in time. I hope the crossing guard feels sorry.
Crossing a fence. chicken. road. blue. ranch dressing. over. the hill. red. car wreck. girl standing by. type type type. school time. memories.
haha. i’ve been addicted to animal crossing lately. and that just makes me seem like a total dork. i have more friends in that town then in actual life. but i do have to say that i am never bored. and that i actually enjoy just going around the town doing nothing. :D cos i’m cool. :D :D
over the bridge she left for town. the river flowing below she stopped. wondering about her widows, THEY DONT GO TO HER SHE GOES TO THEM. the red woolen coat flaps over the hand rain. cold bones on jagged rocks. THEY DONT GO TO HER SHE GOES TO THEM.
Crossing a bridge. Cross Roads. Cross roads to life. Am I supposed to do this, am I supposed to do that? Who the fuck knows? Best bet is to make a decsion and deal with the consequences after. No one knows the future. Man up.
I love our crossing. The most unlikely of circumstances, not only then, but still now. But despite this ridiculous rendezvous, a very real love has taken place, one that transcends a random crossing.
There was a crossing guard outside of the school. Every day she would help children cross the street. But today a child got hit by a car. Blood flew all over the place.
if i were an idiot, just say i am lucky…
there comes a time in every barnyard animals life where they are forced to come to a decision. the cow; to moo or not to moo? the horse; what the fuck am i doing here? the chicken; to cross or not to cross. these are the questions we too ask ourselves. these are questions from the crossing.
It’s crossing that time…. the morning isn’t quite here and the night hasn’t quite left but all that’s left is us. Here we are just sitting figuring how to pass the time one way or the other.
I got a jaywalking ticket one time for crossing the street. Or rather, a cop SAID he was going to give me a jaywalking ticket. I tried to explain to him that I was going to be in the clear – time-wise, but due to Zenos paradox, could never make it to my destination.
He pointed out I DID. Ticket. :(
I was crossing the road and what did I see. A car came towards my path. What should I do? Run? Crawl? No. I sat down. Awere of my destiny I sat down. I let the car make the decission. Was this my time? My time to move on? Or would I get saved by the red light?
i cross paths wiht different people eery day some i know and some i dont. i wonder if they relize they we crosssed paths? do they think about me too? Sometimes it hink of crossing people, my ifinergers, my legs. What the point of being so politcally correct anyways?? You wouldnt want ot