I cut my daughter in half to see if see was an alien, i was wrong! Now i have a court date in the morning.
kyle bruce
I was torn in half. Chocolate or vanilla? He stared at me, waiting for an answer. When I failed in this simple task of providing him with one, he sighed and ordered lemon. I was content. He knew me better than I knew myself–lemon’s my favourite.
Half. Half is how I feel sometimes–only half there. It’s actually a pretty bad way to feel. Half-sad, half-happy, half-existing. Perhaps it’s better to be whole one way or another.
Half of the milk in the carton was gone! Too bad little Billy really wanted a milkshake. He decided to go to the store to get more milk, but he had no money! He asked his mother to drive him to get milk, but she said no. Poor Billy had to drink apple juice.
Anna
divided in 2, two parts, not complete, sad, incomplete, half of my heart takes time.
Gaarm
half and half of milk, i am half the size I use to be, paying half the rent, sharing half the bill, half is half of whole, the half of my heart belongs to my love the other half to my son, half is
Vivian
Half a man is good enough to do the job, she told me. Half is all you need.
So I cut a man in half. With the right enticements he walked and talked and danced a foin Irish jig. But he wasn’t good enough for what I needed, so I quartered him.
And eighthed.
And sixteenthed.
But no matter how deep I cut and how many pieces, there were never enough of him to get the job done.
empty. full. which is the glass? somedays i choose full. most days i choose empty. but why. it can be whatever i want it to be. and i want it to be full.
Leslie
I’m sick of always being half of whatever. I’m never good enough. My mum says I’m not whole, wholesome, wholehearted. So I must be half.
Nadine
half milk sucks. what about being a half blood? its like a huge question mark of what are you really. where are you from and what cultures you are built up of. termed as tck.
casey
There was half a glass of wine sitting at the top of the stairs, glistening in the moonlight.
To me it was half empty. I laughed, Pat would’ve said “No Jer, it’s half full”. Without Pat I’m half a man. Half of nothing.
Nadine Taki
I was a half twin, more like a person of half blood before I knew the whole story…or was it half of the story. I will never know.
Michael
It had been half a day since I wrote that letter to him. I didn’t have the courage to send it. He’d probably disregard it anyway, lose it on purpose.
Half a day had passed since I wrote the letter. I still didn’t have the courage to send it, in the fear that it would be rejected.
Hannah
Half is always reminiscent of the lunar cycles. My pen name is half fool, a play on words. Half full is a reference to the zen notion that if you consider your cup half full you are have not yet reached a point of enlightenment. Half empty and you have room to grow and are aware. The double and perhaps triple meaning has inspired me to see all things as being based on perspective. The moon is half full, or perhaps it is half empty and ready to move into a new cycle a rebirth if you will. The ability to be aware and accepting of others perspectives is a key element of moving down the path of true enlightenment and evolution in a human sense.
PMurray
To find your better half is the one big reason to be alive .. it always seemed like that when my mother talked about this one person I will find one day who will love me and make my life complete. I should have not believe her!! There would have been a lot less pain in my life
it’s the in-between.
the point in which people compromise.
it’s when you don’t want the whole.
but still want some.
and it’s what people get when they
call marriage quits.
Mouth half-open, Kerri stared at her mother. Just stared, in a moment when everything came together suddenly. No, that was wrong. Everything had been there, all the facts. She just hadn’t had the guts to see them until now.
Al
of my life.
spent toiling over fields of red.
and what’s left now?
no halflife.
e
half and half milk spills on my countertop. it’s shaped like a cauliflower. i try to eat it. i break my nose. granite and faces don’t go well together, you’ll find.
c. marie
half of me sits here, and the other half of me is some place else.
dreaming of wild adventures not known to earth.
half of me likes it and half of dislikes it.
katye
If I do half the work I’m supposed to do, then I’ll be happy. Half is so much better than a quarter of the work!
John
half, half is one of the greatest words of all time, its not too much, its not too little. half can be enough to make your heart scream with happiness, or it can plunge you into depression, half is beautiful. half is everything. half is nothing.
Dave Fry
They divided the money up. Half to Tommy, half to Fred. They had done a good job. And they were sure they wouldn’t be caught. Robbing banks was definitely a life they could get used to.
Trish
Half. One part of a whole. I was whole when I had you, but now I feel as if I am no longer whole. I am uncomplete without you. Half of me wants you back, the other half says I’m too smart for that. But both halves of me are still not whole without you.
Madelyn Jane
one half, one bigger than other. only 2 of them. two halfs of orange, apple. moon. hand, door. watermelon.
Agata
I have half a mind to figure out what the word half really means. I mean, to coin the phrase, “I have half a mind” rally does say something, doesn’t it? Or am I wrong? Half is a word that doesn’t easlily spring to mind, does? It means half empty or half full.
Rainbow Ray
In a minute I could be reaching the spot where it happened, but with each effort half my momentum disappeared. At this rate the minute would never end and I will never finish.
I was in the coffee shop and they were out of creamer. I was so mad that I threw my coffee at the wall. I felt bad and started to clean it up. While I was cleaning the wall I noticed an add for 50 cents off half and half at the grocery store next door.
half is not better than a whole. a half is what you are before you find that one person who makes you want to be happy for the rest of your life. a half isnt as bad as it may seem, but once you experience the full, half seems empty and lonesome.
Filling the glass partway, he pushed it across the table. “There you go.”
“What is this?”
“Half full, or half empty?”
“No, I mean, what is this? It’s dark, but it doesn’t foam like beer. Did you give me iced tea?”
I cut my daughter in half to see if see was an alien, i was wrong! Now i have a court date in the morning.
I was torn in half. Chocolate or vanilla? He stared at me, waiting for an answer. When I failed in this simple task of providing him with one, he sighed and ordered lemon. I was content. He knew me better than I knew myself–lemon’s my favourite.
Half. Half is how I feel sometimes–only half there. It’s actually a pretty bad way to feel. Half-sad, half-happy, half-existing. Perhaps it’s better to be whole one way or another.
I’m half in love with you. Too bad that can’t be enough for either of us.
Half of the milk in the carton was gone! Too bad little Billy really wanted a milkshake. He decided to go to the store to get more milk, but he had no money! He asked his mother to drive him to get milk, but she said no. Poor Billy had to drink apple juice.
divided in 2, two parts, not complete, sad, incomplete, half of my heart takes time.
half and half of milk, i am half the size I use to be, paying half the rent, sharing half the bill, half is half of whole, the half of my heart belongs to my love the other half to my son, half is
Half a man is good enough to do the job, she told me. Half is all you need.
So I cut a man in half. With the right enticements he walked and talked and danced a foin Irish jig. But he wasn’t good enough for what I needed, so I quartered him.
And eighthed.
And sixteenthed.
But no matter how deep I cut and how many pieces, there were never enough of him to get the job done.
empty. full. which is the glass? somedays i choose full. most days i choose empty. but why. it can be whatever i want it to be. and i want it to be full.
I’m sick of always being half of whatever. I’m never good enough. My mum says I’m not whole, wholesome, wholehearted. So I must be half.
half milk sucks. what about being a half blood? its like a huge question mark of what are you really. where are you from and what cultures you are built up of. termed as tck.
There was half a glass of wine sitting at the top of the stairs, glistening in the moonlight.
To me it was half empty. I laughed, Pat would’ve said “No Jer, it’s half full”. Without Pat I’m half a man. Half of nothing.
I was a half twin, more like a person of half blood before I knew the whole story…or was it half of the story. I will never know.
It had been half a day since I wrote that letter to him. I didn’t have the courage to send it. He’d probably disregard it anyway, lose it on purpose.
Half a day had passed since I wrote the letter. I still didn’t have the courage to send it, in the fear that it would be rejected.
Half is always reminiscent of the lunar cycles. My pen name is half fool, a play on words. Half full is a reference to the zen notion that if you consider your cup half full you are have not yet reached a point of enlightenment. Half empty and you have room to grow and are aware. The double and perhaps triple meaning has inspired me to see all things as being based on perspective. The moon is half full, or perhaps it is half empty and ready to move into a new cycle a rebirth if you will. The ability to be aware and accepting of others perspectives is a key element of moving down the path of true enlightenment and evolution in a human sense.
To find your better half is the one big reason to be alive .. it always seemed like that when my mother talked about this one person I will find one day who will love me and make my life complete. I should have not believe her!! There would have been a lot less pain in my life
it’s the in-between.
the point in which people compromise.
it’s when you don’t want the whole.
but still want some.
and it’s what people get when they
call marriage quits.
Mouth half-open, Kerri stared at her mother. Just stared, in a moment when everything came together suddenly. No, that was wrong. Everything had been there, all the facts. She just hadn’t had the guts to see them until now.
of my life.
spent toiling over fields of red.
and what’s left now?
no halflife.
half and half milk spills on my countertop. it’s shaped like a cauliflower. i try to eat it. i break my nose. granite and faces don’t go well together, you’ll find.
half of me sits here, and the other half of me is some place else.
dreaming of wild adventures not known to earth.
half of me likes it and half of dislikes it.
If I do half the work I’m supposed to do, then I’ll be happy. Half is so much better than a quarter of the work!
half, half is one of the greatest words of all time, its not too much, its not too little. half can be enough to make your heart scream with happiness, or it can plunge you into depression, half is beautiful. half is everything. half is nothing.
They divided the money up. Half to Tommy, half to Fred. They had done a good job. And they were sure they wouldn’t be caught. Robbing banks was definitely a life they could get used to.
Half. One part of a whole. I was whole when I had you, but now I feel as if I am no longer whole. I am uncomplete without you. Half of me wants you back, the other half says I’m too smart for that. But both halves of me are still not whole without you.
one half, one bigger than other. only 2 of them. two halfs of orange, apple. moon. hand, door. watermelon.
I have half a mind to figure out what the word half really means. I mean, to coin the phrase, “I have half a mind” rally does say something, doesn’t it? Or am I wrong? Half is a word that doesn’t easlily spring to mind, does? It means half empty or half full.
In a minute I could be reaching the spot where it happened, but with each effort half my momentum disappeared. At this rate the minute would never end and I will never finish.
I was in the coffee shop and they were out of creamer. I was so mad that I threw my coffee at the wall. I felt bad and started to clean it up. While I was cleaning the wall I noticed an add for 50 cents off half and half at the grocery store next door.
half is not better than a whole. a half is what you are before you find that one person who makes you want to be happy for the rest of your life. a half isnt as bad as it may seem, but once you experience the full, half seems empty and lonesome.
Half of my heart won’t do.
Filling the glass partway, he pushed it across the table. “There you go.”
“What is this?”
“Half full, or half empty?”
“No, I mean, what is this? It’s dark, but it doesn’t foam like beer. Did you give me iced tea?”