An issue. presented by the great firebreathing dragon. kill the village or your wife! morally conflicted the man did not know what to do. he was madly in love but he loved the village as well. why do this dragon, he asked. because, the dragon said, you humans need hard decisions.
The two options were weighing against each other. Left or right. It was so simple, yet this was much more than a fork in the road. Curse had been given the ultimate cliche of heroic tests, an ultimatum. Left to save her loved ones, her fellow fighters, the people that truly had saved her life time and time again in moments of weakness and discord, right to save the “innocent” civilians so the could resume a life of greed, bulling, and mindless onslaughts of thievery, murder, and rape. Left to save her heart, right to save her soul.
A dilemma. She wants to sing but she doesn’t have a voice. She wants to love but she doesn’t have a heart. She wants to see buts she doesn’t have eyes. She wants to live but she has died.
Melly
We’ve all had one or two. But this time it was really serious…
She had no way to move on.
Her car was flipped upside down, in a ditch, and her child crying.
Her phone dead.. and no building to be found in a 20 mile radius since she saw the last Shell station.
sad depressing, getting into a bad situation that you are stuck in. annoying frustrating.
matt
Crimson red; her competitive streak. Watered-down blue; her every-day mood. She painted the same pictures no matter the circumstances. Everyone predicted she’d never mature.
Well, there was a piece of cake and a lollipop. I wondered which one tasted better. I can’t eat both. My diabetes would surely kill me if I did. But it’s so tempting. I could almost taste the chocolatey goodness of that moist cake.
I have a dilemma about whether or not I should let go of this anger or let it in me… there is some sort of odd satisfcation over keeping it. Makes me feel alive, like I have some sort of strong feeling instead of the numbness… but I also know it’s not healthy and will only hurt me. I don’t know how to let it go, I don’t know what I would do without going to a high
Nicky
I find myself in a dilemma right now. I asked a guy to prom, but he was just an acquaintance and we haven’t had a conversation…EVER. Prom is in a couple days and I’m afraid it’ll be awkward. I know it won’t matter in a month or so, but right now it seems a big deal.
Jessica
I think it what you always say but you can’t do a single thing about it. All the people get stung by your tackiness. Its just useless. Crying over some spilled milk yet nothing comes out.
Ja Bautista
problem
solution
people
diploma
graduation
diversion
emma
ribbon
paper
work
answer
equation
thinking
sitting
chair
great thinker
Gabriel
the word seems to get in the way of what is actually means. dilemma is a problem and something that can be easily fixed if you know yourself and what you want. i have a lot of them, but i know they arent going to hurt me because i’ll know what to decide.
mary
My dilemma is that I don’t have any friends. I always want someone around, but people get tired of me, because I don’t do anything. I’m a loser. I don’t have any friends.
Kaht
it is like a problem. we all have one, but it’s just in our head. we make our own dilemmas, and then they define us. without our dilemmas, we wouldn’t be ourselves. they makes us ourselves, the same way we make them. a world without dilemmas would be a different universe.
margaret
I have a dilemma. It’s very puzzling actually. The dilemma is that I procrastinate until I have a new dilemma, which is not having my work done for school for the next day. That’s a dilemma because then my teacher yells at me and I get F;s. That’s a dilemma because then my parents yell at me and I get F’s in life.
In the time it takes to deliver this message to the people who really need it, I will be dead. Not in those, “I’m going to die, this is a really dramatic scene in an action movie” type things. Just dead. It is my understanding that I’m not even considered alive in the first place.
Jehan
The dilemma with spelling the word dilemma is that there really should be only one m, instead of two. and maybe two ll’s? I’m not sure, but also instead of dIlemma, maybe it should be dElemma, because that’s how we all pronounce it? I’m not sure, but that would make more sense to me. I dont like english very much.
wrandomwriter
I understand what it’s like to be in the middle of a dilemma. I’m in one now. And I’m not sure what it is I should do. About this dilemma. It makes me sad. It confines me. It paralyzed me.
Amy
This dilemma was the only thing holding me back now. The girl that has ruined so much for me in the past will not ruin my good times now. No. She will not ruin what I have with an amazing guy, my relationship with my best friend, my reputation, or anything else I can think of. She is jealous, yes, but I will not drop to her level because I know that the people in my life now will stand up for me and will not fall to her lies as others have done in the past.
Morgan
There are going to be many of these in life. I really cant explain what they are, but i know they come in all shapes and sizes, and create a life of there own, just like people. I cant tell you how to fix them, only that they can be fixed. You need to look over every part of your life because if you were to create more dilemmas then what occur naturally then you are in big trouble.
I have a dilemma. Not a silly dilemma, nor a happy one of course. One that requires deep thought and concentration to evaporate. Without the solution I may find myself in a twirl of dilemmas. Therefore sending myself off into a purgatory of dilemma. Dilemma is not my friend I have concluded – and neither I shall be its. Either way – dilemma and I are here together. I wish I could simply make you disappear. You’ve driven me to the point of extreme madness – so much that I am referring to you as an actual person and no longer a problem, or word. There is no positive way out of this road – no light at the end of my tunnel. I’m sorry dilemma. I can’t take it anymore. Goodbye.
being stuck in a position that you know you deserve better but you cant leave because you love that person so much. you cant bare to be without them but you know you cant continue hurting so much you need things to change but are afraid of change
Alysha Romero
I have a dilemma. Not a silly dilemma, nor a happy one of course. One that requires deep thought and concentration to evaporate. Without the solution I may find myself in a twirl of dilemmas. Therefore sending myself off into a purgatory of dilemma. Dilemma is not my friend I have concluded – and neither I shall be its. Either way – dilemma and I are here together.
Emily
So much stops us from what we want to do in life, people have said that we are the ones stopping ourselves. It makes sense, the mind is so complex that our physical bodies get caught up in everyday worries. Causing us to pause our lives.
This was a dilemma to be remembered for the ages. Bombs exploded to her right, but dodging to the left meant crashing right into enemy spikes. It would appear straight was her only option. Into the faces and weapons of the enemy. Was she ready? Could she do it? In that split second she saw her life, her love, and decided that it would have to be worth it. Because her second of decision was over.
In the end it always comes down to your heart. Do you do the thing that will rip your heart from your chest and leave you cold? Or do you soothe it with false platitudes and let your mind rage
this is pretty hard. this place im at. i dont know where to go, but i dont know where im trying to go either. i know i’m stuck between a rock and a hard place but to be honest i don’t know where i’d rather be. maybe a little uncomfortable but how am i supposed to judge comfort if i’ve never experienced it. this is quite the dilemma.
Adriana Bourgeois
so theres this thing that is work and it sucks.
but y’know we all like to complain, yuck yucks.
i have a slight dilemma – you see un problema.
i like to think that i can rhyme but i can’t.
oranges.
There are certain intricacies to discussing the political dilemma of the bicycle for poorer human beings and ones in silly hats or types that ride about without umbrellas, all of whom are inherently tied to such archaic machinations that one might find it fitting that bicycles have become the leading cause of cancer in Ireland.
DMM
What to write at the end was a dilemma. She’s leaving. The living reminder of the feeling of nooses on my neck and the cold embrace of his long-deceased arms is finally living. Good riddance to her, but scars will never let me forget why I shouldn’t trust people.
Dilemma. Dil. Emma. Dill has strange tart taste. Emma is sweet but doesn’t have a dilemma. Jacko has a dilemma. Whether to go out with Emma. He thinks he will cook for her tonight. Will he use dill?
Gail
It’s not hard to say that this was definitely a dilemma. Funny, I didn’t even know what dilemma meant until a few days ago. I was so used to living such a beautiful easy life. Now it’s all gone, just because of him. He got into my heart, and now that’s a dilemma.
Janina
Its hard sometimes. we often times have choices to make and we do not always know what to do. sometimes we have to choose between two right choices, its a matter of priorities.
Ryan
this one time I was early for my bus, and It was cold outside, and the snow seemed to slap my face. All I could do to keep from freezing was concentrate on keeping my jacket wrapped tight around my body. I waited for what seemed like hours, waiting for a glimpse of yellow. I didn’t want to look at my watch, because I had forgotten my gloves, and my fingers were slowly turning into icicles. When I could bear it no longer, I whipped my wrist around to see the time, and sighed. 8:00. 10 mins late. It was frigid, and my bus was late, and I had forgotten my chem book, but didn’t want to go back because I was afraid my bus would come. My mother just had surgery and was on pain medication, and my dad was somewhere in Texas. I waited and waited, and it seemed like the cold was seeping through my jacket and into my brain. 8:20. 30 mins late. I walked home, and looked at my mother. Still asleep on the couch. I looked at the clock, and started to panic, until I remebered the lunch money in my pocket. An idea? yes. Call a cab. I search the house from top to bottom, and finnaly find a dusty old phone book. I blow off the cover, and turn to the busness pages, and call the first cab company I see. “Hello, this is Yellow Cab Services. How may I help you?” “ummmmm” I stutter “I’d like to get a cab to Parkveiw Highschool from 19 Mohawk circle” “yes ma’m we’ll be right over” the receiver says “ah… thanks” I mumble. When the cab finnaly arrives I once again trudge out into the milky whiteness. I coll into the warm seat of the cab only to find that the man sitting in the drivers seat, who happens to look a bit like a leprechaun, has put on one of my least favourite radio stations. Radio Disney.ugh.
Annika Warrick
This was quite the dilemma. Fire rained down from the skies as people scrambled over each other to find some weapon, a form a protection, a way to feel safe. But she merely stood there. Amidst the fire and destruction, amid the blood and cries of pain. Raising painted arms to the dark sky, she prayed that death would come quickly. Call her a coward, call her a quitter, but she simply did not think she could live in a world without freedom.
Alyssa
I never thought I would have to deal with situation. Waiting for nothing to come up only because my will wouldn’t let me. Now, as I sit here, the feeling grows stronger. What’s holding me back? Only me, myself, and I. How can I change that? By pushing the boundaries within me and getting through this dilemma.
i have a dilemma. its huge i cant help it but something needs to happen. i need change. i need a solution.i’m drowning in my dilemma and i don’t know if anyone can save me.
Teya
A problem.
victor
I need to solve this problem, but there are no options that suit my needs. The issue is that I need to solve it, and if I don’t….. Well I have to solve it.
There’s nothing good about it. I need to use my awesome thinking skills to solve this problem that I can’t solve.
Joey
I breath dilemmas through my lungs when I wake up. Does the day really have to exist? Why does laughter always feel so sad?
An issue. presented by the great firebreathing dragon. kill the village or your wife! morally conflicted the man did not know what to do. he was madly in love but he loved the village as well. why do this dragon, he asked. because, the dragon said, you humans need hard decisions.
The two options were weighing against each other. Left or right. It was so simple, yet this was much more than a fork in the road. Curse had been given the ultimate cliche of heroic tests, an ultimatum. Left to save her loved ones, her fellow fighters, the people that truly had saved her life time and time again in moments of weakness and discord, right to save the “innocent” civilians so the could resume a life of greed, bulling, and mindless onslaughts of thievery, murder, and rape. Left to save her heart, right to save her soul.
A dilemma. She wants to sing but she doesn’t have a voice. She wants to love but she doesn’t have a heart. She wants to see buts she doesn’t have eyes. She wants to live but she has died.
We’ve all had one or two. But this time it was really serious…
She had no way to move on.
Her car was flipped upside down, in a ditch, and her child crying.
Her phone dead.. and no building to be found in a 20 mile radius since she saw the last Shell station.
sad depressing, getting into a bad situation that you are stuck in. annoying frustrating.
Crimson red; her competitive streak. Watered-down blue; her every-day mood. She painted the same pictures no matter the circumstances. Everyone predicted she’d never mature.
Well, there was a piece of cake and a lollipop. I wondered which one tasted better. I can’t eat both. My diabetes would surely kill me if I did. But it’s so tempting. I could almost taste the chocolatey goodness of that moist cake.
I have a dilemma about whether or not I should let go of this anger or let it in me… there is some sort of odd satisfcation over keeping it. Makes me feel alive, like I have some sort of strong feeling instead of the numbness… but I also know it’s not healthy and will only hurt me. I don’t know how to let it go, I don’t know what I would do without going to a high
I find myself in a dilemma right now. I asked a guy to prom, but he was just an acquaintance and we haven’t had a conversation…EVER. Prom is in a couple days and I’m afraid it’ll be awkward. I know it won’t matter in a month or so, but right now it seems a big deal.
I think it what you always say but you can’t do a single thing about it. All the people get stung by your tackiness. Its just useless. Crying over some spilled milk yet nothing comes out.
problem
solution
people
diploma
graduation
diversion
emma
ribbon
paper
work
answer
equation
thinking
sitting
chair
great thinker
the word seems to get in the way of what is actually means. dilemma is a problem and something that can be easily fixed if you know yourself and what you want. i have a lot of them, but i know they arent going to hurt me because i’ll know what to decide.
My dilemma is that I don’t have any friends. I always want someone around, but people get tired of me, because I don’t do anything. I’m a loser. I don’t have any friends.
it is like a problem. we all have one, but it’s just in our head. we make our own dilemmas, and then they define us. without our dilemmas, we wouldn’t be ourselves. they makes us ourselves, the same way we make them. a world without dilemmas would be a different universe.
I have a dilemma. It’s very puzzling actually. The dilemma is that I procrastinate until I have a new dilemma, which is not having my work done for school for the next day. That’s a dilemma because then my teacher yells at me and I get F;s. That’s a dilemma because then my parents yell at me and I get F’s in life.
In the time it takes to deliver this message to the people who really need it, I will be dead. Not in those, “I’m going to die, this is a really dramatic scene in an action movie” type things. Just dead. It is my understanding that I’m not even considered alive in the first place.
The dilemma with spelling the word dilemma is that there really should be only one m, instead of two. and maybe two ll’s? I’m not sure, but also instead of dIlemma, maybe it should be dElemma, because that’s how we all pronounce it? I’m not sure, but that would make more sense to me. I dont like english very much.
I understand what it’s like to be in the middle of a dilemma. I’m in one now. And I’m not sure what it is I should do. About this dilemma. It makes me sad. It confines me. It paralyzed me.
This dilemma was the only thing holding me back now. The girl that has ruined so much for me in the past will not ruin my good times now. No. She will not ruin what I have with an amazing guy, my relationship with my best friend, my reputation, or anything else I can think of. She is jealous, yes, but I will not drop to her level because I know that the people in my life now will stand up for me and will not fall to her lies as others have done in the past.
There are going to be many of these in life. I really cant explain what they are, but i know they come in all shapes and sizes, and create a life of there own, just like people. I cant tell you how to fix them, only that they can be fixed. You need to look over every part of your life because if you were to create more dilemmas then what occur naturally then you are in big trouble.
I have a dilemma. Not a silly dilemma, nor a happy one of course. One that requires deep thought and concentration to evaporate. Without the solution I may find myself in a twirl of dilemmas. Therefore sending myself off into a purgatory of dilemma. Dilemma is not my friend I have concluded – and neither I shall be its. Either way – dilemma and I are here together. I wish I could simply make you disappear. You’ve driven me to the point of extreme madness – so much that I am referring to you as an actual person and no longer a problem, or word. There is no positive way out of this road – no light at the end of my tunnel. I’m sorry dilemma. I can’t take it anymore. Goodbye.
being stuck in a position that you know you deserve better but you cant leave because you love that person so much. you cant bare to be without them but you know you cant continue hurting so much you need things to change but are afraid of change
I have a dilemma. Not a silly dilemma, nor a happy one of course. One that requires deep thought and concentration to evaporate. Without the solution I may find myself in a twirl of dilemmas. Therefore sending myself off into a purgatory of dilemma. Dilemma is not my friend I have concluded – and neither I shall be its. Either way – dilemma and I are here together.
So much stops us from what we want to do in life, people have said that we are the ones stopping ourselves. It makes sense, the mind is so complex that our physical bodies get caught up in everyday worries. Causing us to pause our lives.
This was a dilemma to be remembered for the ages. Bombs exploded to her right, but dodging to the left meant crashing right into enemy spikes. It would appear straight was her only option. Into the faces and weapons of the enemy. Was she ready? Could she do it? In that split second she saw her life, her love, and decided that it would have to be worth it. Because her second of decision was over.
In the end it always comes down to your heart. Do you do the thing that will rip your heart from your chest and leave you cold? Or do you soothe it with false platitudes and let your mind rage
this is pretty hard. this place im at. i dont know where to go, but i dont know where im trying to go either. i know i’m stuck between a rock and a hard place but to be honest i don’t know where i’d rather be. maybe a little uncomfortable but how am i supposed to judge comfort if i’ve never experienced it. this is quite the dilemma.
so theres this thing that is work and it sucks.
but y’know we all like to complain, yuck yucks.
i have a slight dilemma – you see un problema.
i like to think that i can rhyme but i can’t.
oranges.
There are certain intricacies to discussing the political dilemma of the bicycle for poorer human beings and ones in silly hats or types that ride about without umbrellas, all of whom are inherently tied to such archaic machinations that one might find it fitting that bicycles have become the leading cause of cancer in Ireland.
What to write at the end was a dilemma. She’s leaving. The living reminder of the feeling of nooses on my neck and the cold embrace of his long-deceased arms is finally living. Good riddance to her, but scars will never let me forget why I shouldn’t trust people.
Dilemma. Dil. Emma. Dill has strange tart taste. Emma is sweet but doesn’t have a dilemma. Jacko has a dilemma. Whether to go out with Emma. He thinks he will cook for her tonight. Will he use dill?
It’s not hard to say that this was definitely a dilemma. Funny, I didn’t even know what dilemma meant until a few days ago. I was so used to living such a beautiful easy life. Now it’s all gone, just because of him. He got into my heart, and now that’s a dilemma.
Its hard sometimes. we often times have choices to make and we do not always know what to do. sometimes we have to choose between two right choices, its a matter of priorities.
this one time I was early for my bus, and It was cold outside, and the snow seemed to slap my face. All I could do to keep from freezing was concentrate on keeping my jacket wrapped tight around my body. I waited for what seemed like hours, waiting for a glimpse of yellow. I didn’t want to look at my watch, because I had forgotten my gloves, and my fingers were slowly turning into icicles. When I could bear it no longer, I whipped my wrist around to see the time, and sighed. 8:00. 10 mins late. It was frigid, and my bus was late, and I had forgotten my chem book, but didn’t want to go back because I was afraid my bus would come. My mother just had surgery and was on pain medication, and my dad was somewhere in Texas. I waited and waited, and it seemed like the cold was seeping through my jacket and into my brain. 8:20. 30 mins late. I walked home, and looked at my mother. Still asleep on the couch. I looked at the clock, and started to panic, until I remebered the lunch money in my pocket. An idea? yes. Call a cab. I search the house from top to bottom, and finnaly find a dusty old phone book. I blow off the cover, and turn to the busness pages, and call the first cab company I see. “Hello, this is Yellow Cab Services. How may I help you?” “ummmmm” I stutter “I’d like to get a cab to Parkveiw Highschool from 19 Mohawk circle” “yes ma’m we’ll be right over” the receiver says “ah… thanks” I mumble. When the cab finnaly arrives I once again trudge out into the milky whiteness. I coll into the warm seat of the cab only to find that the man sitting in the drivers seat, who happens to look a bit like a leprechaun, has put on one of my least favourite radio stations. Radio Disney.ugh.
This was quite the dilemma. Fire rained down from the skies as people scrambled over each other to find some weapon, a form a protection, a way to feel safe. But she merely stood there. Amidst the fire and destruction, amid the blood and cries of pain. Raising painted arms to the dark sky, she prayed that death would come quickly. Call her a coward, call her a quitter, but she simply did not think she could live in a world without freedom.
I never thought I would have to deal with situation. Waiting for nothing to come up only because my will wouldn’t let me. Now, as I sit here, the feeling grows stronger. What’s holding me back? Only me, myself, and I. How can I change that? By pushing the boundaries within me and getting through this dilemma.
i have a dilemma. its huge i cant help it but something needs to happen. i need change. i need a solution.i’m drowning in my dilemma and i don’t know if anyone can save me.
A problem.
I need to solve this problem, but there are no options that suit my needs. The issue is that I need to solve it, and if I don’t….. Well I have to solve it.
There’s nothing good about it. I need to use my awesome thinking skills to solve this problem that I can’t solve.
I breath dilemmas through my lungs when I wake up. Does the day really have to exist? Why does laughter always feel so sad?