There were so many stupid brands of jelly! Marissa thought this was unnecessary. She stood in the condiment aisle of the grocery store, just staring at the rows of jars, all filled with different varieties of fruits, some with seeds, some without. There were at least three brands of raspberry jelly. How was she supposed to know which brand to take? Marissa had never really done her own grocery shopping before, and had no idea what brand her mother usually purchased. What if she didn’t like new brands? She had never been so overwhelmed before.
the trick is to wake up in your *body* and when you slide from beneath the sheets you put one foot on the floor and feel the weight of you on your toes. repeat with other foot. and now look in the mirror and see that you’re a candle carried by a blind woman. But listen, she knows where she’s going.
It was because of indecision on the part of the officers on the murder scene, that the alledged criminals were allowed to escape from the dragnet that was set for them.
Indecision that stemmed from not knowing what I want. I’d sat still for so long that my heart had become stagnant; emotions could no longer stir the waters of my core, and I began to doubt that such things even existed.
IT’s impossible to do anything. You can’t think, you can’t eat, you can’t DECIDE. Its frustration and losing yourself all in one word, and it sucks to be stuck. When you find it
eefa
Indecision is a small particle of time when there is a choice, two choices or several choices that you cannot decide between. Therefore, this can lead to bad things yet also good things, and that is why indecision is such a tricky thing to figure out.
Julia
Indecision is a trait that i have. i am very indecisive. i think it is not good to have this trait because then you can never make a choice. making decisions is something i will work on developing. i often do not know whether i want to go here or there, whether i want to eat popcorn or candy.
Holly
humanity cannot unite
against a common enemy
because our worst enemy
is ourselves.
how sad, to think
that we hate each other
more than any foreign threat?
really, the apocalypse will only be terrible
for those who cannot afford
the exclusive shelters.
the brightest, most polished of us all
will carry on
eating astronaut food,
with front row seats to the rest
getting squashed/devoured/burnt to a crisp.
the right to life is no longer automatic;
it is something you earn
or something you’re born with.
write about /that/ in your modern dystopian stories.
The word is indecision. I don’t know what to write about indecision. There are a number of things going through my brain right now; my creative juices, as it has been said, are flowing, but it’s all just a haze. I am stuck in this haze, unable to decide how to go on with the following paragraph about indeicision. This is the first time I have done something like this, so it’s no surprise I am not doing very well.
Aden
She stood in the doorway, with the pull of warmth and hearth and family behind her and the open road beckoning ahead.
so i couldn’t decide about something. my mum just got home and then she asked me, “where have you been?” i couldn’t answer! i felt so guilty so anxious, how could i ever tell her that i had been really at my aunts house eating all the cookies. i’m five and i’m not allowed the cookies. i’m so dead.
Cat Gooding
I don’t know what to write for this one sorry, I’m quite indecisive. Hang on what about this one,
should i write, wait a sec. Got it lets…
Thomas
started to write then discovered i had not capitalized “started” backspace. omigod only thirty seconds left. omigod what am i going to write? this is just ridiculous. if i could only make a
Indecision wracked them. She looked toward him, then toward the child, then they both looked toward each other again. And he looked toward the child, a bit nervously, wondering whether or not their decision was the correct one.
She took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye. Her eyes no longer wavered toward the little boy playing with a rattle in the middle of the street. His eyes became dull as he watched her, and he took a deep breath also.
Taking her hand, he and she turned away from the little boy child.
that is me. I am indecision. I have it. I am always indecisive. Im not sure why. Perhaps its because Im not confident. I think being half italian, I want to have all the options so that I can choose the best.
Mary-Jane Lewis
Indecision to call you never tasted so sweet
listening to my heart beat
in iambic pentameter
picking up the phone.
I have school in two hours
i told you
i don’t care
you whispered
i mumbled agreement
turned over
and feigned death
just so i could have
those meager hours
smelling your aftershave.
time takes its toll on one man
walking down the bridge of life
which way will i go to find that one
tell me now does my heart linger?
within your soul of more than one
moments taken into the will of the need
you are here inside the golden beams
light shining in a violet haze of dreams
why cannot just say what is inside
looking across the other side wondering
steps taken lightly into the realm of hate
one does not tread here the way i do
too much taken, too much pain
will you see me for what I am now?
The arrogance a mask of indecision
One last look, one last time, one more step
farther away from what I once was
there you are on the other side
white violet intensity seething through
pain taken into the fold of the secrets
Turn away, look inside its me
I need you more than words permit
the white hood of isolation falls away
the bridge has been crossed as I fall
Into arms meant for me?
Secrets lost into indecisions of hope
Will you take them now?
Can you see my heart?
Beating time away
into your soul
making a desicion in life is always hard. being on a crossroad of life.thinking what to do next. and trying not to make a mistake.
Lena
oh man, tha’ts what im all about right now. unintentionally of course… how do you shake this indecision anyway? quick tips, cliffnotes, hell, i’ll even read a novel if it mean i dont have to deal with this shit. i guess i’m decided on that.
blair
Finn did not know what to do. On one hand he wanted to just go ahead and make his move. On the other hand, it was kind of a stupid, illegal and very dumb idea in the first place, so.. But he was pretty sure if he didnt make his move on schue soon he’d explode in a flurry of UST, and that didnt exactly sound favorable.
Nugget
You have a while? It’s weird. It’s odd. It’s like there’s nothing to explain, but at the same time loads of thing come out of my mind as part of an indecision. And let’s face it, indecision makes us who we are right now. We don’t have a clue of the world and decisions seem to be a tough deal as we have lost some kind of path we had been walking on.
The president moved towards the window, and rubbed his chin as he stared out into the rose garden. He was trying to look pensive, as the worst thing he could do now would be to show indecision.
tonykeyesjapan
“I find your indecision vexing at the best of times, Natalya, and this doesn’t even come CLOSE to ranking among those.” I said distastefully, kicking a rock from the path with the side of my shoe.
Natalya chuckled. “Come on, Dahlia. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I expect it’s just beside YOUR common sense.”
She rolled her eyes. “Har har. Whatever would I do without that sunshine-y personality of yours?” she asked, and, though her tone was heavy with sarcasm, there was no mistaking the fondness in it for anything else.
I couldn’t help but smile.
To sleep or not to sleep, that was the question that was moments away from deciding itself as she teetered above the counter, rocking herself on heels unintentionally. She needed a full night. A long, sweet, full night of dog-bark-free, child-proof, weather-indifferent sleep. But…there was so much to do…
I can never decide on anything. What’s my favorite book or my favorite band? I have no idea when I’m asked. What decision is better? Should I listen to a parent or do it my own way? Indecision is something that plagues all people of every age, gender, or race. It doesn’t matter the choices, there will always be a problem choosing.
Lucinda Matteucci
i do’nt really know what an indecision is, it could be anything, and it could mean anything. Why should I waste my time on a word I do not care to know, when I could be learning so much more.
Bunni
Someday, I think, his indecision will come to haunt him in the end.
well, it’s not easy, I suppose
standing on a wooden platform with water down below and god is this rope going to break
harness snap carabiner melt
[it’s possible]
zipline fears,
conquered as i step off
and soar a little
sarah
Who should I take, I mane, Brandon is, like, the best, hes team captain, and averyone loves him, but, Shawn, hes so sweet, and it was so cute when he came up and asked me. I…
OH just pick one!
There were so many stupid brands of jelly! Marissa thought this was unnecessary. She stood in the condiment aisle of the grocery store, just staring at the rows of jars, all filled with different varieties of fruits, some with seeds, some without. There were at least three brands of raspberry jelly. How was she supposed to know which brand to take? Marissa had never really done her own grocery shopping before, and had no idea what brand her mother usually purchased. What if she didn’t like new brands? She had never been so overwhelmed before.
the trick is to wake up in your *body* and when you slide from beneath the sheets you put one foot on the floor and feel the weight of you on your toes. repeat with other foot. and now look in the mirror and see that you’re a candle carried by a blind woman. But listen, she knows where she’s going.
It was because of indecision on the part of the officers on the murder scene, that the alledged criminals were allowed to escape from the dragnet that was set for them.
Perfect. My quandry for a topic to blog about. A noun of apt description for me today. Geez. What to write next?
Indecision that stemmed from not knowing what I want. I’d sat still for so long that my heart had become stagnant; emotions could no longer stir the waters of my core, and I began to doubt that such things even existed.
IT’s impossible to do anything. You can’t think, you can’t eat, you can’t DECIDE. Its frustration and losing yourself all in one word, and it sucks to be stuck. When you find it
Indecision is a small particle of time when there is a choice, two choices or several choices that you cannot decide between. Therefore, this can lead to bad things yet also good things, and that is why indecision is such a tricky thing to figure out.
Indecision is a trait that i have. i am very indecisive. i think it is not good to have this trait because then you can never make a choice. making decisions is something i will work on developing. i often do not know whether i want to go here or there, whether i want to eat popcorn or candy.
humanity cannot unite
against a common enemy
because our worst enemy
is ourselves.
how sad, to think
that we hate each other
more than any foreign threat?
really, the apocalypse will only be terrible
for those who cannot afford
the exclusive shelters.
the brightest, most polished of us all
will carry on
eating astronaut food,
with front row seats to the rest
getting squashed/devoured/burnt to a crisp.
the right to life is no longer automatic;
it is something you earn
or something you’re born with.
write about /that/ in your modern dystopian stories.
Indecision is something I am very familiar with. I drift between yes and no and maybe as aimlessly as if I were wandering the paths of a labyrinth.
The word is indecision. I don’t know what to write about indecision. There are a number of things going through my brain right now; my creative juices, as it has been said, are flowing, but it’s all just a haze. I am stuck in this haze, unable to decide how to go on with the following paragraph about indeicision. This is the first time I have done something like this, so it’s no surprise I am not doing very well.
She stood in the doorway, with the pull of warmth and hearth and family behind her and the open road beckoning ahead.
so i couldn’t decide about something. my mum just got home and then she asked me, “where have you been?” i couldn’t answer! i felt so guilty so anxious, how could i ever tell her that i had been really at my aunts house eating all the cookies. i’m five and i’m not allowed the cookies. i’m so dead.
I don’t know what to write for this one sorry, I’m quite indecisive. Hang on what about this one,
should i write, wait a sec. Got it lets…
started to write then discovered i had not capitalized “started” backspace. omigod only thirty seconds left. omigod what am i going to write? this is just ridiculous. if i could only make a
I need a drink and a quick decision.
Decision by indecision.
I’ve decided to not be undecided.
Indecision wracked them. She looked toward him, then toward the child, then they both looked toward each other again. And he looked toward the child, a bit nervously, wondering whether or not their decision was the correct one.
She took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye. Her eyes no longer wavered toward the little boy playing with a rattle in the middle of the street. His eyes became dull as he watched her, and he took a deep breath also.
Taking her hand, he and she turned away from the little boy child.
that is me. I am indecision. I have it. I am always indecisive. Im not sure why. Perhaps its because Im not confident. I think being half italian, I want to have all the options so that I can choose the best.
Indecision to call you never tasted so sweet
listening to my heart beat
in iambic pentameter
picking up the phone.
I have school in two hours
i told you
i don’t care
you whispered
i mumbled agreement
turned over
and feigned death
just so i could have
those meager hours
smelling your aftershave.
time takes its toll on one man
walking down the bridge of life
which way will i go to find that one
tell me now does my heart linger?
within your soul of more than one
moments taken into the will of the need
you are here inside the golden beams
light shining in a violet haze of dreams
why cannot just say what is inside
looking across the other side wondering
steps taken lightly into the realm of hate
one does not tread here the way i do
too much taken, too much pain
will you see me for what I am now?
The arrogance a mask of indecision
One last look, one last time, one more step
farther away from what I once was
there you are on the other side
white violet intensity seething through
pain taken into the fold of the secrets
Turn away, look inside its me
I need you more than words permit
the white hood of isolation falls away
the bridge has been crossed as I fall
Into arms meant for me?
Secrets lost into indecisions of hope
Will you take them now?
Can you see my heart?
Beating time away
into your soul
Gg
making a desicion in life is always hard. being on a crossroad of life.thinking what to do next. and trying not to make a mistake.
oh man, tha’ts what im all about right now. unintentionally of course… how do you shake this indecision anyway? quick tips, cliffnotes, hell, i’ll even read a novel if it mean i dont have to deal with this shit. i guess i’m decided on that.
Finn did not know what to do. On one hand he wanted to just go ahead and make his move. On the other hand, it was kind of a stupid, illegal and very dumb idea in the first place, so.. But he was pretty sure if he didnt make his move on schue soon he’d explode in a flurry of UST, and that didnt exactly sound favorable.
You have a while? It’s weird. It’s odd. It’s like there’s nothing to explain, but at the same time loads of thing come out of my mind as part of an indecision. And let’s face it, indecision makes us who we are right now. We don’t have a clue of the world and decisions seem to be a tough deal as we have lost some kind of path we had been walking on.
The president moved towards the window, and rubbed his chin as he stared out into the rose garden. He was trying to look pensive, as the worst thing he could do now would be to show indecision.
“I find your indecision vexing at the best of times, Natalya, and this doesn’t even come CLOSE to ranking among those.” I said distastefully, kicking a rock from the path with the side of my shoe.
Natalya chuckled. “Come on, Dahlia. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I expect it’s just beside YOUR common sense.”
She rolled her eyes. “Har har. Whatever would I do without that sunshine-y personality of yours?” she asked, and, though her tone was heavy with sarcasm, there was no mistaking the fondness in it for anything else.
I couldn’t help but smile.
To sleep or not to sleep, that was the question that was moments away from deciding itself as she teetered above the counter, rocking herself on heels unintentionally. She needed a full night. A long, sweet, full night of dog-bark-free, child-proof, weather-indifferent sleep. But…there was so much to do…
I can never decide on anything. What’s my favorite book or my favorite band? I have no idea when I’m asked. What decision is better? Should I listen to a parent or do it my own way? Indecision is something that plagues all people of every age, gender, or race. It doesn’t matter the choices, there will always be a problem choosing.
i do’nt really know what an indecision is, it could be anything, and it could mean anything. Why should I waste my time on a word I do not care to know, when I could be learning so much more.
Someday, I think, his indecision will come to haunt him in the end.
well, it’s not easy, I suppose
standing on a wooden platform with water down below and god is this rope going to break
harness snap carabiner melt
[it’s possible]
zipline fears,
conquered as i step off
and soar a little
Who should I take, I mane, Brandon is, like, the best, hes team captain, and averyone loves him, but, Shawn, hes so sweet, and it was so cute when he came up and asked me. I…
OH just pick one!