Once upon a time, I was crossing the street. I saw cars coming. I went faster. Last thing I remember, I said “Damn, I never saved my Animal Crossing game file!”. I turned around, got crossed by a car, and crossed over. I was done like Shaq doing a crossover. Thank you for listening.
John
when two points intersect. Dna crosses. Our schools yearbook was called “At The Crossroads”. There used to be a gas station called crossroads until GetGo took over.
Rob Engle
crossing this bridge was going to be the most difficult thing I had ever done. It wasn’t the height that terrified me, nor was it the fall… only the unknown that may or may not lie at the other end. I had never been one to make quick decisions, and now it seemed that I had the choice to cross, or the choice to die.
jane
crossing this bridge was going to be the most difficult thing I had ever done. It wasn’t the height that terrified me, nor was it the fall… only the unknown that may or may not lie at the other end. I had never been one to make quick decisions, and now it seemed that I had the choice to cross, or the choice to die.
alyssa
The crossing seemed impossible at the time, a miracle of modern science and ancient fantasy. Now that he’d gotten used to it, it was dull, monotonous, and he wished they’d just get there already.
It’s fun how even time travel loses it’s shine after a while, but that’s life. No matter how fantastic it is, it’ll lose it’s luster eventually.
Book
the railroad
paths
little x’s on my calenders
kate
crossing over. A time that we all must face. A time at the end of time. An apointment not one person misses. The end all of end all. Crossing
michael
After the crossing, we found a parking lot without any cars, but the caves were on the other side. We had to get to the caves to see and decode the writing on the cave walls, but we lacked the batman equipment,and I had lost my superpowers. The cave walls would have to wait.
Joy Cagil
She stood at the crossing, watching the water in the creek trickle down some haphazardly placed stones. There was nothing she could do but watch. What else could she do? She couldn’t take one step further without any money to get by on.
laura
I’m crossing a bridge. There’s a road at the other side of it with a train track running accross it. I’m not so sure what it’s supposed to mean, but it may have something to do with crossing something. Why I don’t know is beyond me, beyond my comprehension. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. This is strange. I have this feeling of incompleteness
Erik Mumm
cross roads where you can make a deal with a demon for one wish. it’s good stuff if your brother is dying and or your dad is in hell. hopefully the demon is hot cuz you have to seal it with a kiss.
clint
Crossing the bridge was like giving herself over to a higher power; fear of heights, fear of falling, fear of water, all suspended in the wonderful joy of knowing she was safe. She ran across faster than she’d ever run before and didn’t stop until she reached the other side.
Crossing the bridge was like giving herself over.
She never wanted to stop.
Book
Crossing the Delaware must have been awe inspiring for George Washington. In that tiny boat with so many soldiers, He was Captain My Captain.
Ellen Hill
As i was crossing the road, i saw the most bizarre phenomenon.. it shone so bright that it blinded me. It was beyond this world. And then it stepped right in front of me and it’s haze receded. And that’s when i knew i had to be dreaming. It couldn’t be.. It just couldn’t.
sharanya
crossing guard at the elementary school gave me alot of clout not to mention the cool safety belt you got to wear on a daily basis so that other kids knew to obey what you told them.
Anin
the road like a lost raccoon i found myself feeling very lost in the great abyss that is the city of toronto. oh this place, it kills me sometimes. the dirt, the people, the dirty people, all of it. sometimes i just need the serenity of grass and animals and clean air. clean air is such a luxury, sadly we are not all familiar with it.
Fae
Crossing over a river, a river of sadness. I arrive home. But it’s not really home. I come home looking for hope, for security, for peace. But I don’t really find that here. Crossing over from where I know I don’t want to be to where I think I might belong only to find that I don’t. Do I look for other rivers to cross, or do I cross back over to where I was?
J
took me a minute to figure out where the word was, crossing, river crossing, railroad crossing, street crossing, crossing my heart and making a promise, Jesus on the cross, crossing out mistakes and mishaps and words that I wish I hadn’t written.
Marcy Luikart
the zebra crossing was crowded with peo-[le. He wasn’t sure which one he was supposed to collect. The uniform, the pigtails and the big satchels all looked the same. Maybe she would know that he was collecting her. Maybe he
Caro
school bell school days, children laughing,playing, learning developing, mauturing. Creating an understanding, respect, thoughtfulness, history.
kim
the place where things collide or pass each other depending on their trajectory, and if they stop or continue on thier path or not. Also used as a means to cross roads, railway lines, bodies of water. could mean to cross yourself as to invoke god to protect you from evil or evil doings.
Sher
crossing into the unknown and not being afraid…loving the mystery of it all…being ready to go with whatever happens…learning to make the best of it all…..not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid
viki
The crossing was bustling with cars. I sighed and crossed carefully. I heard a sudden rev of an engine and turned. A car was shooting towards me. Was that it? It was…
Dea
I am crossing a bridge into my new future. One finally filled with happiness instead of misery.
Michelle
the opening for two paths whether human or physical. an intersection where there is openinengs either north west or south or east to meet where one must cross to intersect
sbrook
THe crossing was short, yet it took me a while to actually walk across it. It was in the middle of two railroad tracks in the stark prairies of Nebraska, edging thorougly against the tainted skies. When I looked over the tracks I saw horizons and nothing more
How many crossings do we meet with every day? Railroad crossings, crosswalks, crossing fingers when we tell a lie. I come to crossroads, wondering how my choice will affect my life.
Breezy
Time to leave, I must go. I hate leaving you all behind, but it is my time. I’ll cross the bridge and see old friends, but you I will never forget. Sadness fills my heart at this time, but this too shall pass. I’ll see you on the other side.
Ann
the street. I saw a crossing guard the other day who was about my age. That struck me as really odd because I’m pretty young. Is it because of the economy? Do crossing guards get paid? How much would one make? Do we really need crossing guards anyway?
Brittany Deneau
Roads names people places train guards castle addicts drugs crack cocain marijuana mankind sings song cross jesus mary joseph god christianity religion
Charles
Crossing a path creoss over what has crossed my mind cross jesus on a cross god son of god. god? cross cross hot cross buns cross like crows bad omen
John Lynn
there are many crossings in life. but we are here to talk about just one. the crossing of my life. it is across the bridge of the waters of trouble. what lies on the other side I have no idea. there is a world beyond, beyond my imagination. I want to go there, and live there. It’s the promised land for me. And we all have that world somewhere waiting. All we have to do is to make that crossing.
dy
I stood at the crossing, the breeze taunting me with its chill. The choice was hard, the decision even harder. Finally, I crossed the road, where the car waited, and got in, the vehicle taking me to a new life.
Phovos the Raptor
we were crossing the street.
an old lady came to us and said “i’m just holding on at you, it’s faster that way” which means she said “i hoid mi nur gach ei, so gehts schneller”.
that was really (and i hate to say this word) cute.
when i’m older i wanna be like that.
i think…
josi
i was crossing the road to the other side
crossing the bridge across flaming waters
crossing my heart and swearing to god
anna
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I was crossing the street. Damn.
Jason
i came to the crossing and i waited. lights flashing, interest peaking, car running, people looking and i waited. this was the crossroads, the moment where i determined who i was going to be and who i decided i wanted to belong to. lights flashing earth rumbling horns blaring and before i knew it, i spoke the lie that saved my life….
and the acela express rushed by, my crossing, and my life has been growing ever since.
Once upon a time, I was crossing the street. I saw cars coming. I went faster. Last thing I remember, I said “Damn, I never saved my Animal Crossing game file!”. I turned around, got crossed by a car, and crossed over. I was done like Shaq doing a crossover. Thank you for listening.
when two points intersect. Dna crosses. Our schools yearbook was called “At The Crossroads”. There used to be a gas station called crossroads until GetGo took over.
crossing this bridge was going to be the most difficult thing I had ever done. It wasn’t the height that terrified me, nor was it the fall… only the unknown that may or may not lie at the other end. I had never been one to make quick decisions, and now it seemed that I had the choice to cross, or the choice to die.
crossing this bridge was going to be the most difficult thing I had ever done. It wasn’t the height that terrified me, nor was it the fall… only the unknown that may or may not lie at the other end. I had never been one to make quick decisions, and now it seemed that I had the choice to cross, or the choice to die.
The crossing seemed impossible at the time, a miracle of modern science and ancient fantasy. Now that he’d gotten used to it, it was dull, monotonous, and he wished they’d just get there already.
It’s fun how even time travel loses it’s shine after a while, but that’s life. No matter how fantastic it is, it’ll lose it’s luster eventually.
the railroad
paths
little x’s on my calenders
crossing over. A time that we all must face. A time at the end of time. An apointment not one person misses. The end all of end all. Crossing
After the crossing, we found a parking lot without any cars, but the caves were on the other side. We had to get to the caves to see and decode the writing on the cave walls, but we lacked the batman equipment,and I had lost my superpowers. The cave walls would have to wait.
She stood at the crossing, watching the water in the creek trickle down some haphazardly placed stones. There was nothing she could do but watch. What else could she do? She couldn’t take one step further without any money to get by on.
I’m crossing a bridge. There’s a road at the other side of it with a train track running accross it. I’m not so sure what it’s supposed to mean, but it may have something to do with crossing something. Why I don’t know is beyond me, beyond my comprehension. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. This is strange. I have this feeling of incompleteness
cross roads where you can make a deal with a demon for one wish. it’s good stuff if your brother is dying and or your dad is in hell. hopefully the demon is hot cuz you have to seal it with a kiss.
Crossing the bridge was like giving herself over to a higher power; fear of heights, fear of falling, fear of water, all suspended in the wonderful joy of knowing she was safe. She ran across faster than she’d ever run before and didn’t stop until she reached the other side.
Crossing the bridge was like giving herself over.
She never wanted to stop.
Crossing the Delaware must have been awe inspiring for George Washington. In that tiny boat with so many soldiers, He was Captain My Captain.
As i was crossing the road, i saw the most bizarre phenomenon.. it shone so bright that it blinded me. It was beyond this world. And then it stepped right in front of me and it’s haze receded. And that’s when i knew i had to be dreaming. It couldn’t be.. It just couldn’t.
crossing guard at the elementary school gave me alot of clout not to mention the cool safety belt you got to wear on a daily basis so that other kids knew to obey what you told them.
the road like a lost raccoon i found myself feeling very lost in the great abyss that is the city of toronto. oh this place, it kills me sometimes. the dirt, the people, the dirty people, all of it. sometimes i just need the serenity of grass and animals and clean air. clean air is such a luxury, sadly we are not all familiar with it.
Crossing over a river, a river of sadness. I arrive home. But it’s not really home. I come home looking for hope, for security, for peace. But I don’t really find that here. Crossing over from where I know I don’t want to be to where I think I might belong only to find that I don’t. Do I look for other rivers to cross, or do I cross back over to where I was?
took me a minute to figure out where the word was, crossing, river crossing, railroad crossing, street crossing, crossing my heart and making a promise, Jesus on the cross, crossing out mistakes and mishaps and words that I wish I hadn’t written.
the zebra crossing was crowded with peo-[le. He wasn’t sure which one he was supposed to collect. The uniform, the pigtails and the big satchels all looked the same. Maybe she would know that he was collecting her. Maybe he
school bell school days, children laughing,playing, learning developing, mauturing. Creating an understanding, respect, thoughtfulness, history.
the place where things collide or pass each other depending on their trajectory, and if they stop or continue on thier path or not. Also used as a means to cross roads, railway lines, bodies of water. could mean to cross yourself as to invoke god to protect you from evil or evil doings.
crossing into the unknown and not being afraid…loving the mystery of it all…being ready to go with whatever happens…learning to make the best of it all…..not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid not being afraid
The crossing was bustling with cars. I sighed and crossed carefully. I heard a sudden rev of an engine and turned. A car was shooting towards me. Was that it? It was…
I am crossing a bridge into my new future. One finally filled with happiness instead of misery.
the opening for two paths whether human or physical. an intersection where there is openinengs either north west or south or east to meet where one must cross to intersect
THe crossing was short, yet it took me a while to actually walk across it. It was in the middle of two railroad tracks in the stark prairies of Nebraska, edging thorougly against the tainted skies. When I looked over the tracks I saw horizons and nothing more
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How many crossings do we meet with every day? Railroad crossings, crosswalks, crossing fingers when we tell a lie. I come to crossroads, wondering how my choice will affect my life.
Time to leave, I must go. I hate leaving you all behind, but it is my time. I’ll cross the bridge and see old friends, but you I will never forget. Sadness fills my heart at this time, but this too shall pass. I’ll see you on the other side.
the street. I saw a crossing guard the other day who was about my age. That struck me as really odd because I’m pretty young. Is it because of the economy? Do crossing guards get paid? How much would one make? Do we really need crossing guards anyway?
Roads names people places train guards castle addicts drugs crack cocain marijuana mankind sings song cross jesus mary joseph god christianity religion
Crossing a path creoss over what has crossed my mind cross jesus on a cross god son of god. god? cross cross hot cross buns cross like crows bad omen
there are many crossings in life. but we are here to talk about just one. the crossing of my life. it is across the bridge of the waters of trouble. what lies on the other side I have no idea. there is a world beyond, beyond my imagination. I want to go there, and live there. It’s the promised land for me. And we all have that world somewhere waiting. All we have to do is to make that crossing.
I stood at the crossing, the breeze taunting me with its chill. The choice was hard, the decision even harder. Finally, I crossed the road, where the car waited, and got in, the vehicle taking me to a new life.
we were crossing the street.
an old lady came to us and said “i’m just holding on at you, it’s faster that way” which means she said “i hoid mi nur gach ei, so gehts schneller”.
that was really (and i hate to say this word) cute.
when i’m older i wanna be like that.
i think…
i was crossing the road to the other side
crossing the bridge across flaming waters
crossing my heart and swearing to god
upon
winds
minds
times
future
parts
under
upon
winds
minds
times
future
parts
under
I was crossing the street. Damn.
i came to the crossing and i waited. lights flashing, interest peaking, car running, people looking and i waited. this was the crossroads, the moment where i determined who i was going to be and who i decided i wanted to belong to. lights flashing earth rumbling horns blaring and before i knew it, i spoke the lie that saved my life….
and the acela express rushed by, my crossing, and my life has been growing ever since.