In the end, I will want to be loved. I hope that I live a life full of love, music, friendship, growth and happiness. I want my end to be joyous and not mourned. I want my family and friends to celebrate the memories and not the loss. I do not fear the end.
Laura Doumad
Living in the same place for 17 years can have dramatic impact on the things around you. I look at a lot of my material possessions and I’m wrapped back in time to my experiences with them. It’s sad to think my memories of this place will fade after relocating, but from where they fade new memories will take their place.
over sad happy beginning start amazing book Im going to cry no going back good bye love its over
sanna
The end. Many ends. Ends and odds or is it odds and ends? Yes its odds and ends. Ends ends it. Odds begin in. In the end….Finis. Who know what comes next. Does anything come after the end? Or perhaps the end is really the new beginning. Ah the metaphorical issues involved…in the end.
The end is nearing. All mankind is aware. We pollute. We procreate. We disintegrate. The cycle ends and begins again. The story once written is lost on the lips of time and sacrifice. We weep and smile simultaneously for the end.
Rebecca
She turned to him and asked if this was the end. He never nodded, never shook his head. He just stared at her with no expression on his face. That’s when she new the answer. It really was the …
Stephen Clarke
If the end isn’t the start of something else then what is the point in it’s existance. Everything must go on. However the definition of the word end would then be incorrect. What is the end? The start of new things.
Stephen Clarke
The end. Everything has a End People Places Things. Relationships. Hard Times Everything must come to end even the good things. But when one thing comes to an end another starts.
Shakira Eggleston-Keaton
It ended with a kiss when he came in with the breeze. Cool and soft, like nothing ever imagined.
Danni Whoachick
She stared at the final pages, the words echoing back to her, mocking her.
“What does it mean?” she whispered, glancing up at the green-eyed boy, framed by a shock of black hair. It was darkness around them, and darkness in them.
He didn’t have an answer and neither did she.
They thought that the book would hold the answers for them.
However, in the end, it just arose more questions.
Julie
this is the end for all mankind
a single word, breathed by a million
where did this dull blunt finale go
this dead….do i dare speak it?
end.
jess butcher
Trust the yellow spotted lion lizards to tell you were the trenches shy away from the sand dunes capped with snow from the tundra but don’t trust them to tell you where the spider snakes live.
The end is never really certain. Sometimes it happens when you’re least aware. Like on a cool November evening, you’re sitting with your back against his, both immersed in your separate novels. And somewhere between chapters 3 and 4, your end came and went.
Wow. The End. Today is the end of the week, so I’m scrambling to get ready for the new week. About Wednesday I will be looking for to the end of the week again so I can catch up on sleep. So I can get ready for the next week. sounds boring.
End i feel like everythignwe had just ending like that. You dont like me anymore and it just ended. with no reason or even any possible sign that it was going to end. I miss you I miss you I miss youe. Why can’t we just work out eveything we had and make it better then ever. I miss the why you would treat me.
Vianey
I’ve reached the end with you. I’m done with you, for the rest of time. You’re an insignificant part of my past, and the rest is history. No longer does your existence bother me, instead I’m out of your reach, too high up for you to trifle with. I know my desires, and my desires know me. You’re not a desire of mine, so I hope you realize this is the end. Don’t expect anything from me.
“The end”
Never have I been happier to see these words appear on the screen as I was today- at the end of Anaconda. Who thought it was a good idea to make a movie about snakes? giant ones?
UGH!!!
Disgusting- and terrible. both at the same time.
Andie Sri
The end was near. The hurricaine was so strong that the houses did not stand a chance. We hugged each other in the shelter. Will we see the morning? was the question in our minds.
richa kaushik
The end of a story. Or the end of a stick. Or a song. There’s always another song and another stick and another story.
Jakers
well they knew it couldn’t last forever. everything’s got to end sometime, otherwise, nothing would ever get started. with this in mind the dinosaurs decided to pack up their rocket ship and fly off to the stars, surrendering the Earth to the developing primates.
Sarah
end up think of my life in a big perspect in large view its like I finally took the telescope from my eye and started looking from a distance see the whole picture and not just a part.
anon
The truth is the end, unless a person takes action.
I wish the end of testweek was here already. I’m longing for it. Because the procrastination is killing me. I hate testweek. cr*p i’m going to fail everything. why am I writing here instead of learning my french vocabulairy?
Joan
the end of bad decisions, the end to hunger, the end to homelessness, the end to fear, the end to hate, the end to lies, the end to bad habits, the end to laziness, the end to not believing your good enough.
Jade O'Connor
I always think I can see the end.
I hardly ever do, though.
I wonder what the end looks like. And if It’s really all it’s cracked up to be.
The end is nigh said the beggar. But if so why was he still collecting dollars from the tourists and wearing his hat to shade form UV. Why not just peel and run naked, giggling at the prospect hat his woes would soon be over and we would all be set free?
Judeast
This again? Alright well like I said, the end is sad. It hurts, but I always want to get their more than the time before. I think, “It’s the end, it won’t be so bad.” But it always, always is so bad.
Mikayla Cassandra Moats
I couldn’t see anything except for the blinding whiteness all around me. “Where am I?!” I screamed. Being here was a nightmare. There was nothing here. I was going mad from the nothingness. From the blandness. The whiteness. The loneliness. It felt like I was here forever, even though I just got here. I walked around, I think. I couldn’t tell. Everything looked the same.
“Welcome to The End,” said a mysterious, deep voice that stopped me in my tracks.
“Where are you? WHO are you?!” I called into the nothingness.
“Your worst nightmare.” It answered with a cackling laugh that made my skin crawl.
I screamed, but the longer I screamed, the darker everything got. Was this truly the end for me?
the end. it reminds me of a book. a final conclusion. it will tie everything together and make you understand. it usually makes you look back with fondness of what you have just done. it brigns a sense of relief. it allows you to take a breath, relax, and start something new. ends bring new possibilities and opportunities. end is very exciting and anticipated b
luke
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Gisela
The end is near, they told her, and that was partly what enabled her to go on.
She looked them in the eye and reiterated: “I don’t want to die.”
Their reply was simple: “Then don’t let it end.”
A murder
On the green grass
Where we once sat;
It’s a reminder –
Like black and white films
And vanilla Coke –
Of what was once.
It’s that same pounding feeling
Of blood finding my heart
And the sticky mess mixing with sand
On that cold, hard ground.
The end is in the beginning, and the beginning is in the end. Whatever you choose to do, keep this in mind. When something is ending in your life, recognize and act on the fact that it is also a beginning. Do not look back. Embrace and explore the new beginning.
Sheila
The end was when I realized that I had left my faith, love and family for what? Money? Now jenkens is dead and I have nothing left to prove it. If I could only go backin time I would erase the beginning so the end would be different. These are the problems I face as a deep cover interpol agent..I wright this so that whom ever reads it will know my peace had been made, and continue my work. There is mutiny among the FBI do your best to finish my work.
Chandler
The terminus. Of one part of your journey, so many more places to go from here.
The final. A winner and a loser, either way everyone had a good game, if they didn’t love it they would give up.
The climax. well…
The pinnacle. Who doesn’t love to look back at what they have achieved.
The ultimate. Everyone likes to know how things end, also the best.
Come to end. All good things do eventually.
The end just leaves possibilities for new beginnings
It’s the end. I don’t know what’s happening with me. It feels like the end of a beginning yet everything is so new everyday. I shouldn’t end my zest. I am a lost soul yet again. Emotionally, I don’t know anything about anything.
Teenasai Balamu
End of the line. I hate endings, they are so final. I know at the end you are almost back at the start.. But even so….
Endings are usually thought of as bad things.. or some finality, but I prefer to see then as heralding fresh beginnings.
David Foale
The end of something is scary to think about. It’s coming and we don’t know when. How can you live with the anxiety of “end”. It’s terrifying and I want everything to begin but not end. For the same reason you wait for spring after winter.
In the end, I will want to be loved. I hope that I live a life full of love, music, friendship, growth and happiness. I want my end to be joyous and not mourned. I want my family and friends to celebrate the memories and not the loss. I do not fear the end.
Living in the same place for 17 years can have dramatic impact on the things around you. I look at a lot of my material possessions and I’m wrapped back in time to my experiences with them. It’s sad to think my memories of this place will fade after relocating, but from where they fade new memories will take their place.
over sad happy beginning start amazing book Im going to cry no going back good bye love its over
The end. Many ends. Ends and odds or is it odds and ends? Yes its odds and ends. Ends ends it. Odds begin in. In the end….Finis. Who know what comes next. Does anything come after the end? Or perhaps the end is really the new beginning. Ah the metaphorical issues involved…in the end.
The end is nearing. All mankind is aware. We pollute. We procreate. We disintegrate. The cycle ends and begins again. The story once written is lost on the lips of time and sacrifice. We weep and smile simultaneously for the end.
She turned to him and asked if this was the end. He never nodded, never shook his head. He just stared at her with no expression on his face. That’s when she new the answer. It really was the …
If the end isn’t the start of something else then what is the point in it’s existance. Everything must go on. However the definition of the word end would then be incorrect. What is the end? The start of new things.
The end. Everything has a End People Places Things. Relationships. Hard Times Everything must come to end even the good things. But when one thing comes to an end another starts.
It ended with a kiss when he came in with the breeze. Cool and soft, like nothing ever imagined.
She stared at the final pages, the words echoing back to her, mocking her.
“What does it mean?” she whispered, glancing up at the green-eyed boy, framed by a shock of black hair. It was darkness around them, and darkness in them.
He didn’t have an answer and neither did she.
They thought that the book would hold the answers for them.
However, in the end, it just arose more questions.
this is the end for all mankind
a single word, breathed by a million
where did this dull blunt finale go
this dead….do i dare speak it?
end.
Trust the yellow spotted lion lizards to tell you were the trenches shy away from the sand dunes capped with snow from the tundra but don’t trust them to tell you where the spider snakes live.
The end is never really certain. Sometimes it happens when you’re least aware. Like on a cool November evening, you’re sitting with your back against his, both immersed in your separate novels. And somewhere between chapters 3 and 4, your end came and went.
Wow. The End. Today is the end of the week, so I’m scrambling to get ready for the new week. About Wednesday I will be looking for to the end of the week again so I can catch up on sleep. So I can get ready for the next week. sounds boring.
End i feel like everythignwe had just ending like that. You dont like me anymore and it just ended. with no reason or even any possible sign that it was going to end. I miss you I miss you I miss youe. Why can’t we just work out eveything we had and make it better then ever. I miss the why you would treat me.
I’ve reached the end with you. I’m done with you, for the rest of time. You’re an insignificant part of my past, and the rest is history. No longer does your existence bother me, instead I’m out of your reach, too high up for you to trifle with. I know my desires, and my desires know me. You’re not a desire of mine, so I hope you realize this is the end. Don’t expect anything from me.
“The end”
Never have I been happier to see these words appear on the screen as I was today- at the end of Anaconda. Who thought it was a good idea to make a movie about snakes? giant ones?
UGH!!!
Disgusting- and terrible. both at the same time.
The end was near. The hurricaine was so strong that the houses did not stand a chance. We hugged each other in the shelter. Will we see the morning? was the question in our minds.
The end of a story. Or the end of a stick. Or a song. There’s always another song and another stick and another story.
well they knew it couldn’t last forever. everything’s got to end sometime, otherwise, nothing would ever get started. with this in mind the dinosaurs decided to pack up their rocket ship and fly off to the stars, surrendering the Earth to the developing primates.
end up think of my life in a big perspect in large view its like I finally took the telescope from my eye and started looking from a distance see the whole picture and not just a part.
The truth is the end, unless a person takes action.
I wish the end of testweek was here already. I’m longing for it. Because the procrastination is killing me. I hate testweek. cr*p i’m going to fail everything. why am I writing here instead of learning my french vocabulairy?
the end of bad decisions, the end to hunger, the end to homelessness, the end to fear, the end to hate, the end to lies, the end to bad habits, the end to laziness, the end to not believing your good enough.
I always think I can see the end.
I hardly ever do, though.
I wonder what the end looks like. And if It’s really all it’s cracked up to be.
I am the champion of avoiding the end. I draw it out; I wallow in the lack of security. I am terrified of finality and instead tend toward…
The end is nigh said the beggar. But if so why was he still collecting dollars from the tourists and wearing his hat to shade form UV. Why not just peel and run naked, giggling at the prospect hat his woes would soon be over and we would all be set free?
This again? Alright well like I said, the end is sad. It hurts, but I always want to get their more than the time before. I think, “It’s the end, it won’t be so bad.” But it always, always is so bad.
I couldn’t see anything except for the blinding whiteness all around me. “Where am I?!” I screamed. Being here was a nightmare. There was nothing here. I was going mad from the nothingness. From the blandness. The whiteness. The loneliness. It felt like I was here forever, even though I just got here. I walked around, I think. I couldn’t tell. Everything looked the same.
“Welcome to The End,” said a mysterious, deep voice that stopped me in my tracks.
“Where are you? WHO are you?!” I called into the nothingness.
“Your worst nightmare.” It answered with a cackling laugh that made my skin crawl.
I screamed, but the longer I screamed, the darker everything got. Was this truly the end for me?
the end. it reminds me of a book. a final conclusion. it will tie everything together and make you understand. it usually makes you look back with fondness of what you have just done. it brigns a sense of relief. it allows you to take a breath, relax, and start something new. ends bring new possibilities and opportunities. end is very exciting and anticipated b
beginning door window warmth cold winter freezing light sun heat fire ice leaves alive and dead harmony chaos disruption corruption interruption collection comprehension you me
The end is near, they told her, and that was partly what enabled her to go on.
She looked them in the eye and reiterated: “I don’t want to die.”
Their reply was simple: “Then don’t let it end.”
A murder
On the green grass
Where we once sat;
It’s a reminder –
Like black and white films
And vanilla Coke –
Of what was once.
It’s that same pounding feeling
Of blood finding my heart
And the sticky mess mixing with sand
On that cold, hard ground.
I always knew it was coming. So final, so cruel, and yet quite welcome. Absolutely terrifying, rather abrupt, but exactly what I wanted.
The end is in the beginning, and the beginning is in the end. Whatever you choose to do, keep this in mind. When something is ending in your life, recognize and act on the fact that it is also a beginning. Do not look back. Embrace and explore the new beginning.
The end was when I realized that I had left my faith, love and family for what? Money? Now jenkens is dead and I have nothing left to prove it. If I could only go backin time I would erase the beginning so the end would be different. These are the problems I face as a deep cover interpol agent..I wright this so that whom ever reads it will know my peace had been made, and continue my work. There is mutiny among the FBI do your best to finish my work.
The terminus. Of one part of your journey, so many more places to go from here.
The final. A winner and a loser, either way everyone had a good game, if they didn’t love it they would give up.
The climax. well…
The pinnacle. Who doesn’t love to look back at what they have achieved.
The ultimate. Everyone likes to know how things end, also the best.
Come to end. All good things do eventually.
The end just leaves possibilities for new beginnings
It’s the end. I don’t know what’s happening with me. It feels like the end of a beginning yet everything is so new everyday. I shouldn’t end my zest. I am a lost soul yet again. Emotionally, I don’t know anything about anything.
End of the line. I hate endings, they are so final. I know at the end you are almost back at the start.. But even so….
Endings are usually thought of as bad things.. or some finality, but I prefer to see then as heralding fresh beginnings.
The end of something is scary to think about. It’s coming and we don’t know when. How can you live with the anxiety of “end”. It’s terrifying and I want everything to begin but not end. For the same reason you wait for spring after winter.