She buried her index finger into his chest to emphasize her point. There would be no going back after. Finally, it was over.
Paulie
An index of names. A rolodex. Index cards and indices. The Dow Jones Index. The SP500.
Anonymous
deep beyond the loose leafs
of well-labored
stories.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Calculating.
Directing every last idea.
And if you’re in a bind,
you’ll be glad I did.
NuSol
i use index cards at school for projects….what do you use them for?
kfjghshg
she flipped through the index at the back of the book, frantically searching for the info she needed. her assignment was due in five minutes, and she had been foolish enough to tell herself that it wouldn’t take more than one or two.
hanna
I look for the book and unable to find, I turn to the dusty old cabinet and look for the index card. The one that might tell me exactly where the book is I’m looking for. After hours of digging something screams, “You’ve found it!” yes the card I was looking for. I go for the kill but the book isn’t there. Its already been checked out…
CJT
Indexes hold information. You go there to find what you are looking for, and they lead you to the answers you seek. Indexes are organized, helpful, and comforting, like a library. What a useful thing.
Shelby
a place where u find words i once went to the index to find a recipe for meatballs and it was delisouce my family loved themit was funny my three year old ate like five of them but it was an easy recipe as well i wish
Bonnie
an index of my writing is an index of my photographs. I find myself creating indexes and documentaries whe I should create expressions, distortions and poetry through my images.
oscar
i wish there were an index of all the bones in the human body; the artistic bone, the smart one. one for each emotion and thought.
secret siren
we will see
xxx
So… see you next week?
nedkelly
NO! just watching
xxx
Index. I look at your index finger. It’s pointing at me again.Blaming.. I wonder, are you really sure of what you’re accusing me of?
She buried her index finger into his chest to emphasize her point. There would be no going back after. Finally, it was over.
An index of names. A rolodex. Index cards and indices. The Dow Jones Index. The SP500.
deep beyond the loose leafs
of well-labored
stories.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Calculating.
Directing every last idea.
And if you’re in a bind,
you’ll be glad I did.
i use index cards at school for projects….what do you use them for?
she flipped through the index at the back of the book, frantically searching for the info she needed. her assignment was due in five minutes, and she had been foolish enough to tell herself that it wouldn’t take more than one or two.
I look for the book and unable to find, I turn to the dusty old cabinet and look for the index card. The one that might tell me exactly where the book is I’m looking for. After hours of digging something screams, “You’ve found it!” yes the card I was looking for. I go for the kill but the book isn’t there. Its already been checked out…
Indexes hold information. You go there to find what you are looking for, and they lead you to the answers you seek. Indexes are organized, helpful, and comforting, like a library. What a useful thing.
a place where u find words i once went to the index to find a recipe for meatballs and it was delisouce my family loved themit was funny my three year old ate like five of them but it was an easy recipe as well i wish
an index of my writing is an index of my photographs. I find myself creating indexes and documentaries whe I should create expressions, distortions and poetry through my images.
i wish there were an index of all the bones in the human body; the artistic bone, the smart one. one for each emotion and thought.
we will see
So… see you next week?
NO! just watching
Index. I look at your index finger. It’s pointing at me again.Blaming.. I wonder, are you really sure of what you’re accusing me of?
gutless?