There are many types of things with many parts but usually when i think of a thing that has many parts I tend to think of Family. I am a small part of my big
Jo
There was a fragment of a memory etched in her mind. It was vague, too vague, to place into context. Her understanding of the memory was shifty. One moment she thought she’d figured it out, but it faded into nothingness.
Mandy
broken
Melanie
A piece of my heart. It is just a fragment of the love I have for you. Because it is my whole being that is in love with you.
victoria
There is such a thing as a fragment of time, the most minuscule moment that illuminates beyond any incessance ever could. It passes in less than a breath, less than a blink of an eye, less than your neurons can even recognize. It is a fragment of you that dissipates as quickly as it began; however, in that one microscopic stance in time, it shone upon your soul.
Jecka
a fragment of my life is not enough to determine the trajectory of my soul.
QueenTiye
isn’t a real sentence. fragments are incomplete. something is missing.
Erin McDaniel
A piece of me had been missing for most of my life, a fragment was gone, a fragment destroyed by careless words, careless actions and careless behaviour. The fragment, my contentment. I found the
viola
the fragment of our lives, this today, is but a sliver of our existence. Please do not waste it. Make it thicken with adventure and swell with accomplishment. Don’t seize the day, engorge it.
ken
The face of the child fell as she watched the vase topple from its position on her shelf, splintering int hundreds of small crystal fragments. It was the first time she could remember that her mother had left it alone and now it was gone. The spirits writhing within were nowhere to be seen. This was not the future she had wanted for the world, but this was the future for which it would one day pay dearly.
Dancing Platypus
The fragments of my mind shift and scatter in the light of the day. Producing rainbows of thougts with one side in the sun and the other in the rain. They tinkle and the swirls of the day rearrage them in order according to the way life’s wind is blowing. A prism of thought the white light split into the colors by passerbys by their speech and their very existance.
Angela
i’m just wondering what am i doing, and who am i trying to fool now. i’m just a french girl trying to write in english in one minut. will i succeed? i don’t think so. oh and yes, Fragment!
IgrecO
fragment. can’t i get a better word!? fragment of the imagination. bone fragment. isn’t that what we are collectively always after? something better. what we are given is never enough. we want what the other has. i will take my fragment and run. my fragment of life. my fragment of thought. my fragment of time in this crazy world and live life to the fullest. isn’t that what we really want? to make our fragment here matter. to be recognized and congratulated and told we are special. my one minute fragment is now over
sara tyler
fragments…
my thoughts are pieces that can’t come together, living lives of their own so separate that i can’t see the connective tissue. i want them to become something beautiful that i can express to you, something timeless that i can immortalize in words, but they refuse to cooperate.
Kelsey
Fragment.
This world is so full of brokenness. In relationships and ideals and places we should go. We’re told so much as children by people around us and the media. I don’t think we could every truly live up to those expectations. It’s very sad. and frustrating. No wonder people end it.
alexander Skidmore
fragment??? My life is full of fragments. Family…work…car payments…insurance. when did it get so complicated? My brain is fragmented.
judijo
Fragments are like snowflakes
falling, separate, but melting back
into one body
of water.
If I were a snowflake, i might not know
where the journey leads,
but would revel in the beauty inside
and all around me.
lara C
i wonder why the universe is always so…
well i don’t know what to call it. some say ‘bad’ but what about just… put into various pieces? our ‘fragment’ of the universe could be more mixed up, or vice versa than someone else.
Daniel Potashov
A fragment of my imagination runs through life grabbing onto everything, and everyone it can. It takes no prisoners. It never wants to be forgotten.
Lewis
A fragment of hope lies in the people of WV concerning the four missing miners in the mine disaster, that they survived the blast.
Mary Lou Wynegar
She was just a fragment of life. She couldn’t help but think there was nothing important coming from her existence, but she thought wrong. She was important. Important enough to save a life, and her own in return.
Rachel Hughes
There is nothing we know now that is fully complete in understanding. Everything we know is not full and are just mere pieces of the entire picture. Even though we think that there are we know heaps and heaps in reality its all just fragments of a universal design that will forever elude us. If we would ever fully understand everything we’d never be happy.
Jeffrey
He picked u the fragment and examined it carefully. it seemed out of place in the host of the other pieces of debris. he couldn’t make sense of it, but he knew he knew what it was. now the only question is, why did it end up here, in this heap of destruction.
parangano
I had a small fragment of food stuck in my tooth, maybe small particle would describe the matter more accuratley. I licked and picked and sucked until it broke free. I spat that fragment into a napkin.
Salvatore LaMonica
A small piece of something you thought was larger. A disappointing truth that stops your life for a moment and screams “LOOK AT MY SMALLNESS! I HAVE RUINED YOU ANYWAY!”
Liz
Two letter openers and an imaginary rabbit walk into a bar, the rabbit immediately starts telling knock knock jokes to a mentally challenged staple gun while the letter opener tries to repair the broken elevator in the back of the bar. The rabbit is later held hostage by a furious tampon wielding an entire hot air balloon full of owl semen.
Joshua
The fragments of your mind –
they fit.
And that was all I could possibly say to him. I nothing else in the world could make more sense than that one line. And that alone. It was suddenly clear. All of it – everything that had happened in the past meant nothing now.
Only the thoughts.
Taylor
fragments of imagination make souls believe the truth about the sky, stars overhead like tiny fragments of glass, brilliantly reflecting the sharp lights on our earth. The fragments of the music are beautiful, again as stars to the ears or droplets of water to the sea.
Rosie
There was only a fragment of time left for her to flee the building. Her last fragment of courage could be seen deserting her face as she saw what stood ahead of her. A wide open door to the great outside! This must be a trap, surely?
Francesca
i watch over fragments of my life…. who I was what I have lost, and why have I become this.. fragments, little pieces of what used to be… this is who I am now, a shattered soul a shadow of what used to be
aseel
a piece of something that is part of something bigger. A fragment is nothing but a small slice of something bigger. fragments also exist in writing when the correct grammar is missing. I look at a fragment as something imcomplete
karen
The scar is five inches from his heart, just above his left nipple. It
ThomG
A fragment of my mind – one memory, only – can be the cause of an utterly happy day, filled with mirth and joy or can make the hours unbearable so I just wanto to hide under my bedsheets.
Ti
I have seen a fragment about the mafia in turkey, the fragment named kurtlar vadisi pusu. It’s about how the secret lines in the goverment controll, the nation and things like this…………
Omer
You’re just a fragment of my mind, to wander free.
Emma
His life was a mere fragment of what it used to be, all the vibrancy gone out and only memories like shards of broken glass remained.
gino
A fragment of memory tickles the back of my brain. I want to remember that fragment of time when our love first appeared. The fragment of photograph lay on the desk as a reminder of times past.
Nancy*
I feel like my life is lived in fragmented time, half asleep and half awake with my head in the clouds.
Miranda
There is a fragment of papyrus in my hand. Or rather, in my glove. My eyes are focused intently on the shreds of writing, my mind whirling furiously to decode the words in front of me. This sentence… is like the mass on which it is writ: a fragment.
Dylan
it is not, no, it is not a fragment of my imagination. She was there,looking straight in to my eyes, with a big smile reminding me of a deep slit with a thin strip of blood seeping out. she came gliding towards me. Then,I see her no more.
I woke up with my body shaking vigourously. I saw the picture on the wall. It was lit by the street light and looked eerie. It looked unreal and as if suspended in thin air.
I got up and went to the picture. It was not there. I hit against the mirror.
There are many types of things with many parts but usually when i think of a thing that has many parts I tend to think of Family. I am a small part of my big
There was a fragment of a memory etched in her mind. It was vague, too vague, to place into context. Her understanding of the memory was shifty. One moment she thought she’d figured it out, but it faded into nothingness.
broken
A piece of my heart. It is just a fragment of the love I have for you. Because it is my whole being that is in love with you.
There is such a thing as a fragment of time, the most minuscule moment that illuminates beyond any incessance ever could. It passes in less than a breath, less than a blink of an eye, less than your neurons can even recognize. It is a fragment of you that dissipates as quickly as it began; however, in that one microscopic stance in time, it shone upon your soul.
a fragment of my life is not enough to determine the trajectory of my soul.
isn’t a real sentence. fragments are incomplete. something is missing.
A piece of me had been missing for most of my life, a fragment was gone, a fragment destroyed by careless words, careless actions and careless behaviour. The fragment, my contentment. I found the
the fragment of our lives, this today, is but a sliver of our existence. Please do not waste it. Make it thicken with adventure and swell with accomplishment. Don’t seize the day, engorge it.
The face of the child fell as she watched the vase topple from its position on her shelf, splintering int hundreds of small crystal fragments. It was the first time she could remember that her mother had left it alone and now it was gone. The spirits writhing within were nowhere to be seen. This was not the future she had wanted for the world, but this was the future for which it would one day pay dearly.
The fragments of my mind shift and scatter in the light of the day. Producing rainbows of thougts with one side in the sun and the other in the rain. They tinkle and the swirls of the day rearrage them in order according to the way life’s wind is blowing. A prism of thought the white light split into the colors by passerbys by their speech and their very existance.
i’m just wondering what am i doing, and who am i trying to fool now. i’m just a french girl trying to write in english in one minut. will i succeed? i don’t think so. oh and yes, Fragment!
fragment. can’t i get a better word!? fragment of the imagination. bone fragment. isn’t that what we are collectively always after? something better. what we are given is never enough. we want what the other has. i will take my fragment and run. my fragment of life. my fragment of thought. my fragment of time in this crazy world and live life to the fullest. isn’t that what we really want? to make our fragment here matter. to be recognized and congratulated and told we are special. my one minute fragment is now over
fragments…
my thoughts are pieces that can’t come together, living lives of their own so separate that i can’t see the connective tissue. i want them to become something beautiful that i can express to you, something timeless that i can immortalize in words, but they refuse to cooperate.
Fragment.
This world is so full of brokenness. In relationships and ideals and places we should go. We’re told so much as children by people around us and the media. I don’t think we could every truly live up to those expectations. It’s very sad. and frustrating. No wonder people end it.
fragment??? My life is full of fragments. Family…work…car payments…insurance. when did it get so complicated? My brain is fragmented.
Fragments are like snowflakes
falling, separate, but melting back
into one body
of water.
If I were a snowflake, i might not know
where the journey leads,
but would revel in the beauty inside
and all around me.
i wonder why the universe is always so…
well i don’t know what to call it. some say ‘bad’ but what about just… put into various pieces? our ‘fragment’ of the universe could be more mixed up, or vice versa than someone else.
A fragment of my imagination runs through life grabbing onto everything, and everyone it can. It takes no prisoners. It never wants to be forgotten.
A fragment of hope lies in the people of WV concerning the four missing miners in the mine disaster, that they survived the blast.
She was just a fragment of life. She couldn’t help but think there was nothing important coming from her existence, but she thought wrong. She was important. Important enough to save a life, and her own in return.
There is nothing we know now that is fully complete in understanding. Everything we know is not full and are just mere pieces of the entire picture. Even though we think that there are we know heaps and heaps in reality its all just fragments of a universal design that will forever elude us. If we would ever fully understand everything we’d never be happy.
He picked u the fragment and examined it carefully. it seemed out of place in the host of the other pieces of debris. he couldn’t make sense of it, but he knew he knew what it was. now the only question is, why did it end up here, in this heap of destruction.
I had a small fragment of food stuck in my tooth, maybe small particle would describe the matter more accuratley. I licked and picked and sucked until it broke free. I spat that fragment into a napkin.
A small piece of something you thought was larger. A disappointing truth that stops your life for a moment and screams “LOOK AT MY SMALLNESS! I HAVE RUINED YOU ANYWAY!”
Two letter openers and an imaginary rabbit walk into a bar, the rabbit immediately starts telling knock knock jokes to a mentally challenged staple gun while the letter opener tries to repair the broken elevator in the back of the bar. The rabbit is later held hostage by a furious tampon wielding an entire hot air balloon full of owl semen.
The fragments of your mind –
they fit.
And that was all I could possibly say to him. I nothing else in the world could make more sense than that one line. And that alone. It was suddenly clear. All of it – everything that had happened in the past meant nothing now.
Only the thoughts.
fragments of imagination make souls believe the truth about the sky, stars overhead like tiny fragments of glass, brilliantly reflecting the sharp lights on our earth. The fragments of the music are beautiful, again as stars to the ears or droplets of water to the sea.
There was only a fragment of time left for her to flee the building. Her last fragment of courage could be seen deserting her face as she saw what stood ahead of her. A wide open door to the great outside! This must be a trap, surely?
i watch over fragments of my life…. who I was what I have lost, and why have I become this.. fragments, little pieces of what used to be… this is who I am now, a shattered soul a shadow of what used to be
a piece of something that is part of something bigger. A fragment is nothing but a small slice of something bigger. fragments also exist in writing when the correct grammar is missing. I look at a fragment as something imcomplete
The scar is five inches from his heart, just above his left nipple. It
A fragment of my mind – one memory, only – can be the cause of an utterly happy day, filled with mirth and joy or can make the hours unbearable so I just wanto to hide under my bedsheets.
I have seen a fragment about the mafia in turkey, the fragment named kurtlar vadisi pusu. It’s about how the secret lines in the goverment controll, the nation and things like this…………
You’re just a fragment of my mind, to wander free.
His life was a mere fragment of what it used to be, all the vibrancy gone out and only memories like shards of broken glass remained.
A fragment of memory tickles the back of my brain. I want to remember that fragment of time when our love first appeared. The fragment of photograph lay on the desk as a reminder of times past.
I feel like my life is lived in fragmented time, half asleep and half awake with my head in the clouds.
There is a fragment of papyrus in my hand. Or rather, in my glove. My eyes are focused intently on the shreds of writing, my mind whirling furiously to decode the words in front of me. This sentence… is like the mass on which it is writ: a fragment.
it is not, no, it is not a fragment of my imagination. She was there,looking straight in to my eyes, with a big smile reminding me of a deep slit with a thin strip of blood seeping out. she came gliding towards me. Then,I see her no more.
I woke up with my body shaking vigourously. I saw the picture on the wall. It was lit by the street light and looked eerie. It looked unreal and as if suspended in thin air.
I got up and went to the picture. It was not there. I hit against the mirror.