I found the evidence of my existence most troubling. The conflicting arguments of post-cognitive dimensionality crippled my hopeful thoughts of a free future. I was to forever remain trapped in this bleak shell of being.
spenser hodge
I have no great evidence as to why I did not do well on the gre today. I ahbve studied and studied and studied and studied and the unvierse just doesn’t wnat me to succeed right now. I guess. I wonder what it wants me to do? There’s no evidence that I am going to do well in any of the current ventures? nah. there is
sarah
there’s too much evidence to convict him. it’s too easy for the jury to yell “guilty,” and all that evidence becomes suspicious. everything points towards guilty, but the jury hesitates. it seems rigged. it seems perfect, that he’s the right man to be put to death.
rachel
There wasn’t any, and that was the problem. He knew, he knew, he could smell it on her. But how could he prove that, how could he manifest his intuition into something tangible?
mmm
there was no direct proof that she had been murdered, only the slight curl of her mouth as she lay cold on the floor.
the fingerprints on the handgun only told so much, as did the unbroken windows, the lack of signs of struggle in her room.
no, there was no evidence. there was only her, and her unwavering smile, and the question.
why?
quach
evidence is awesome
rachel
There wasn’t much in the bag, just a comb, some oil, a bag of swabs, more than enough for a weekend on the coast.
Thats all he needed, until he realized what was missing: the Poloroid.
Now he needed a gun too.
Geoff
Trying to hide the evidence wasn’t easy. I sat there looking around hoping to find a hiding place, some place that I can shove the proof of my horrible crime. As I heard the soft click for her boots climbing the stairs outside I began to cry. This is it. I’m a goner.
Stefanie Sherwood
Evidence. It should have an aigu above it, right? Or at least that is how it should appear in my mind. Ay-vay-dants. That’s how it should be pronounced. Comme les francais. Except I can’t add a cedille because I don’t know how to do ALT codes.
Amanda
The evidence was every where, from the bloody foot prints to the plum lipstick on the cigarette butts. every one would know who it was, there was no possible way she could cover it up.
meghan
it was very.
he didn’t pause when he saw and he pointed and chortled because that bubbling, rolling spew could hold no longer.
failure!
it was evident.
verrry.
sara
There is evidence that I have no idea what this website is. Am I supposed to be writing a story? I was never good at those QuickWrites in English class. I really have no idea what I’m doing.
I found this site with my new Stumble! toolbar. Ooops, looks like time’s up.
Claire
What you need for proof. The basis for a good argument. If you have enough, you can make a case. Go to the field and gather some evidence. Evidence doesn’t just happen, you need to be good at finding evidence in order to put it all together.
Most times evidence is assumed, or considered common sense.
Adam K
i can clearly see why he liked her & not me. all the evidence was there. her shiny gold hair. blue eyes. little perfect breasts. what did i have? oh, except for a brain. sorry i just wasn’t “cute” enough in high school, i bet you regret thinking that now, huh?
tristen
i found them, the letters. they were hidden underneath the papers put there so haphazardly i thought maybe you wanted me to find that. as i read each word i felt my seams come apart. seams that i had tried so had to stitch together and to keep together unraveling as though they were made out of nothing. i couldn’t believe it. i wouldn’t believe it.
lilah
law
math
proof
job
me
love
life
crime
justice
medicine
the world
significance
importance
trust
life
honesty
material
evidenced
shown
lit
light
maggie
crime seen murder what happends when things happend and its what the cops collect you leave it on everything and its everywhere your hair could be eevidence and your fingerprint
arik
I should have known that you were leaving me. You never wanted to stop at the cemeteries, when I so badly wanted to walk through them with you. You always drove past, no remorse. I am still in love you with you, Bill.
Claudia
to get caught. this girl had some evidence on her boyfriend. she wasnt sure what to do with it. so she called her friend for advice. she wasnt sure if it was
jen
There was no evidence that the man had killed her brother. She just believed it to be true. However, she also knew that her brother was the other drunkard that night. There was much to be said about his drinking habits. Rather too much. Yet she couldn’t believe that he was gone. It was too painful.
She gulped down the latte and looked at the rain. The night was cold and dark. The street lights were all off now. It was a queer thing. Why’d the council have to switch them off at nights when they were needed the most. She wondered.
The man was a symbol of her failure. That there was no forgiving mankind’s last sins.
Her brother was dead. And that only meant that the only thing left to do would be to catch the man who did it.
She looked at the handkerchief with guilt. The last evidence it seemed. She threw it into the fire.
Vinay
It was lying there in the corner. No blood of any kind on its blade. Maybe he had wiped it clean before tossing it aside. Maybe this wasn’t even the weapon. It was evidence nonetheless, and I couldn’t just hide it under the stove. The woman was dead.
Rachele
There was no evidence of his survival though I like to think that he escaped in time. Of course I like to think that something good happened. What else? It’s coping. And it made me wonder exactly how much of our lives is just this. Ways of finding how to cope.
Megatron
proof. real unbridled proof that this is real. that you need and want and desire this as much i do. show me how you feel. scream it so i know. prove it to me baby so i know where to go.
kandice
evidence is non partisan. We think when the word comes up its a powerful conviction. Why do we not just examine and use your intellect and instinct to provide justice and insight into our humanness.
yupik boy
one word is something that is only used once. it is individual and nothing else can change it. It can be anything you want it to be. Something strange or something funny. It is something that explains what you are thinking at that moment in time. It doesnt have any restrictions or any guidelines.
Rion
There was none of it to suggest she had murdered the girl. No fingerprints, no blood, not even a hair had been shed at the crime scene. Yet here she was, cold and alone in a barren cell, waiting for justice to take place. To find the real killer. If only she never got those tattoos.
Jay
Evidence depends on the eye of the beholder. If to one person, evidence condemns another then it is so. If it is different to someone else, then that is their perspective. Evidence is not truly evidence when witnessed by anyone but yourself. That is why the justice system is flawed.
Kelsey
is needed for everything. every debate needs it and every conversation needs it. without it, there can never be a right answer. it can save someone’s life in the court of law or condemn another’s to eternal damnation (jail). it is proof that humans can still think rationally.
bear
Evidence is a strange think. It convicts us to think something is right, because we perceive it to be true, but it could be in fact FALSE EVIDENCE. So nothing can be evidence unless it is hard, and true. Which isn’t the case for most evidence. Evidence seems to lead people into wrong places because it is wrong as well, but I guess that’s life.
Felix Pryor
The photo sat there on the table, mocking her with the lies it showed. The evidence of what she did or didn’t do. Who could blame her, and yet, they all did. Condemn her at least for the very things that they themselves wished they could have done. Maybe she could destroy the photo. Maybe they could forget.
amy
The evidence was insurmountable, cold calculations lit the way for the jury of hosts. The glow bodies carrying to falls and pits. It’s a shame really, hell is us all.
Jessica Houchins
That which proves or disproves a notion.
elizabeth miller
when the cops showed up I figured there was very little I could do but flush the evidence. It would be a timely process, since we had been collecting a variety of uppers, downers and other opiates for what seemed like an eternity.
Matt
Evidence… Evidence of what? This is a loaded word. What are we showing proof of? I wish I knew. The evidence speaks, and always tells the truth. It is s who lie and distort it, the nature of mankind. It is or nature not to let anything breathe or be…
Jenna
clues to a crime….uhh i think of a murder….movies that ivolve police or detectives or cia some kind of protection thing….i think of law and order and csi
raven
The evidence was there but no one could see it. It lay there in the open, slowly losing itself to the elements.
shashank
Is the stuff given to prove whether someone is guilty or innocence. it is facts. Visual. Solid. Imagery. Dates.
Cheryl
“If you wan’t the evidence, you’re going to have to pay me for it.”
“How much?”
“How much is too much?”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s right. I make lot’s of sense.”
“You obviously have no idea what’s going on.”
A gun shot is heard.
“Die sucker.”
Rubio
its what allows police and law enforcers to use against a criminal in a court of law to determine wheather or not that are guilty or innocent it could be used against the defendant or as an allaby to defend them
robert hurtuk
“If you want to tell me that he’s been having an affair, you’re going to need some pretty good evidence!”
I threw a pillow at her.
“Honest to God, don’t you get that he’s a useless prick? I mean, I’m not the best person to ask but at least I’ve got some idea of what’s going on in his life?”
“How could I trust you?” she asked, “you were his first mistress!”
I found the evidence of my existence most troubling. The conflicting arguments of post-cognitive dimensionality crippled my hopeful thoughts of a free future. I was to forever remain trapped in this bleak shell of being.
I have no great evidence as to why I did not do well on the gre today. I ahbve studied and studied and studied and studied and the unvierse just doesn’t wnat me to succeed right now. I guess. I wonder what it wants me to do? There’s no evidence that I am going to do well in any of the current ventures? nah. there is
there’s too much evidence to convict him. it’s too easy for the jury to yell “guilty,” and all that evidence becomes suspicious. everything points towards guilty, but the jury hesitates. it seems rigged. it seems perfect, that he’s the right man to be put to death.
There wasn’t any, and that was the problem. He knew, he knew, he could smell it on her. But how could he prove that, how could he manifest his intuition into something tangible?
there was no direct proof that she had been murdered, only the slight curl of her mouth as she lay cold on the floor.
the fingerprints on the handgun only told so much, as did the unbroken windows, the lack of signs of struggle in her room.
no, there was no evidence. there was only her, and her unwavering smile, and the question.
why?
evidence is awesome
There wasn’t much in the bag, just a comb, some oil, a bag of swabs, more than enough for a weekend on the coast.
Thats all he needed, until he realized what was missing: the Poloroid.
Now he needed a gun too.
Trying to hide the evidence wasn’t easy. I sat there looking around hoping to find a hiding place, some place that I can shove the proof of my horrible crime. As I heard the soft click for her boots climbing the stairs outside I began to cry. This is it. I’m a goner.
Evidence. It should have an aigu above it, right? Or at least that is how it should appear in my mind. Ay-vay-dants. That’s how it should be pronounced. Comme les francais. Except I can’t add a cedille because I don’t know how to do ALT codes.
The evidence was every where, from the bloody foot prints to the plum lipstick on the cigarette butts. every one would know who it was, there was no possible way she could cover it up.
it was very.
he didn’t pause when he saw and he pointed and chortled because that bubbling, rolling spew could hold no longer.
failure!
it was evident.
verrry.
There is evidence that I have no idea what this website is. Am I supposed to be writing a story? I was never good at those QuickWrites in English class. I really have no idea what I’m doing.
I found this site with my new Stumble! toolbar. Ooops, looks like time’s up.
What you need for proof. The basis for a good argument. If you have enough, you can make a case. Go to the field and gather some evidence. Evidence doesn’t just happen, you need to be good at finding evidence in order to put it all together.
Most times evidence is assumed, or considered common sense.
i can clearly see why he liked her & not me. all the evidence was there. her shiny gold hair. blue eyes. little perfect breasts. what did i have? oh, except for a brain. sorry i just wasn’t “cute” enough in high school, i bet you regret thinking that now, huh?
i found them, the letters. they were hidden underneath the papers put there so haphazardly i thought maybe you wanted me to find that. as i read each word i felt my seams come apart. seams that i had tried so had to stitch together and to keep together unraveling as though they were made out of nothing. i couldn’t believe it. i wouldn’t believe it.
law
math
proof
job
me
love
life
crime
justice
medicine
the world
significance
importance
trust
life
honesty
material
evidenced
shown
lit
light
crime seen murder what happends when things happend and its what the cops collect you leave it on everything and its everywhere your hair could be eevidence and your fingerprint
I should have known that you were leaving me. You never wanted to stop at the cemeteries, when I so badly wanted to walk through them with you. You always drove past, no remorse. I am still in love you with you, Bill.
to get caught. this girl had some evidence on her boyfriend. she wasnt sure what to do with it. so she called her friend for advice. she wasnt sure if it was
There was no evidence that the man had killed her brother. She just believed it to be true. However, she also knew that her brother was the other drunkard that night. There was much to be said about his drinking habits. Rather too much. Yet she couldn’t believe that he was gone. It was too painful.
She gulped down the latte and looked at the rain. The night was cold and dark. The street lights were all off now. It was a queer thing. Why’d the council have to switch them off at nights when they were needed the most. She wondered.
The man was a symbol of her failure. That there was no forgiving mankind’s last sins.
Her brother was dead. And that only meant that the only thing left to do would be to catch the man who did it.
She looked at the handkerchief with guilt. The last evidence it seemed. She threw it into the fire.
It was lying there in the corner. No blood of any kind on its blade. Maybe he had wiped it clean before tossing it aside. Maybe this wasn’t even the weapon. It was evidence nonetheless, and I couldn’t just hide it under the stove. The woman was dead.
There was no evidence of his survival though I like to think that he escaped in time. Of course I like to think that something good happened. What else? It’s coping. And it made me wonder exactly how much of our lives is just this. Ways of finding how to cope.
proof. real unbridled proof that this is real. that you need and want and desire this as much i do. show me how you feel. scream it so i know. prove it to me baby so i know where to go.
evidence is non partisan. We think when the word comes up its a powerful conviction. Why do we not just examine and use your intellect and instinct to provide justice and insight into our humanness.
one word is something that is only used once. it is individual and nothing else can change it. It can be anything you want it to be. Something strange or something funny. It is something that explains what you are thinking at that moment in time. It doesnt have any restrictions or any guidelines.
There was none of it to suggest she had murdered the girl. No fingerprints, no blood, not even a hair had been shed at the crime scene. Yet here she was, cold and alone in a barren cell, waiting for justice to take place. To find the real killer. If only she never got those tattoos.
Evidence depends on the eye of the beholder. If to one person, evidence condemns another then it is so. If it is different to someone else, then that is their perspective. Evidence is not truly evidence when witnessed by anyone but yourself. That is why the justice system is flawed.
is needed for everything. every debate needs it and every conversation needs it. without it, there can never be a right answer. it can save someone’s life in the court of law or condemn another’s to eternal damnation (jail). it is proof that humans can still think rationally.
Evidence is a strange think. It convicts us to think something is right, because we perceive it to be true, but it could be in fact FALSE EVIDENCE. So nothing can be evidence unless it is hard, and true. Which isn’t the case for most evidence. Evidence seems to lead people into wrong places because it is wrong as well, but I guess that’s life.
The photo sat there on the table, mocking her with the lies it showed. The evidence of what she did or didn’t do. Who could blame her, and yet, they all did. Condemn her at least for the very things that they themselves wished they could have done. Maybe she could destroy the photo. Maybe they could forget.
The evidence was insurmountable, cold calculations lit the way for the jury of hosts. The glow bodies carrying to falls and pits. It’s a shame really, hell is us all.
That which proves or disproves a notion.
when the cops showed up I figured there was very little I could do but flush the evidence. It would be a timely process, since we had been collecting a variety of uppers, downers and other opiates for what seemed like an eternity.
Evidence… Evidence of what? This is a loaded word. What are we showing proof of? I wish I knew. The evidence speaks, and always tells the truth. It is s who lie and distort it, the nature of mankind. It is or nature not to let anything breathe or be…
clues to a crime….uhh i think of a murder….movies that ivolve police or detectives or cia some kind of protection thing….i think of law and order and csi
The evidence was there but no one could see it. It lay there in the open, slowly losing itself to the elements.
Is the stuff given to prove whether someone is guilty or innocence. it is facts. Visual. Solid. Imagery. Dates.
“If you wan’t the evidence, you’re going to have to pay me for it.”
“How much?”
“How much is too much?”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s right. I make lot’s of sense.”
“You obviously have no idea what’s going on.”
A gun shot is heard.
“Die sucker.”
its what allows police and law enforcers to use against a criminal in a court of law to determine wheather or not that are guilty or innocent it could be used against the defendant or as an allaby to defend them
“If you want to tell me that he’s been having an affair, you’re going to need some pretty good evidence!”
I threw a pillow at her.
“Honest to God, don’t you get that he’s a useless prick? I mean, I’m not the best person to ask but at least I’ve got some idea of what’s going on in his life?”
“How could I trust you?” she asked, “you were his first mistress!”