None. That was it. That was all that was left. How am I supposed to do it when there are none left? Didn’t they set it up so this wouldn’t happen? Shouldn’t there have been someone to go to about this?
That’s how much of a chance she told him he’d have with her.
But of course that was before the lottery balls were pulled. Then it was just the opposite she couldn’t get enough of him.
He liked her better when her answer was ‘None’.
JamesXavier
Yesterday I went to the supermarket looking for cherries and they had none. So I went to another supermarket and found they had none either. i was left wanting cherries and with none in me belly
mady
(and then there were none.)
the stillness of a void – of the existence of none.
the almost forced peacefulness is distilling –
quiet, thoughts slipping away surreptitiously
like they never existed, like they were
none.
guoshe
The simple elegance
of four words
boils down to
the miniscule point,
how many can you have?
none.
I have nothing to show for all the work that I’ve done. I’ve toiled for years, decades, huge chunks of my life for a little bit of nothing. Nothing, it was all for nothing. I could have been so much more, and I’ve tried so, so hard. But it was all for naught. I have nothing to show for it. Not one thing. None.
None is all timely beings who respond properly to friendship. Don’t ask none, be simply available. You should always be primed for this appearance; it is unique and special.
Richardton T. Slump
None of us have any idea how this is going to end. Bang, whimper, fire, or ice, perhaps it’ll be nothingness, as the version I prefer. It’s a numerical concept quite like the number zero.
Chloe
there are no words to describe how i’m feeling right now, none. if only there was more time i would let you know everything, but as it is, well, just enjoy what time you have left while you can.
hyp
You look into the mirror looking for all those characteristics that the world claims as the ones you want to have to be normal, to succeed. and you realize you see none.
None of my friends are smart enough to understand that I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. Not that they look up to me in any substantial way, really. But if they knew what was really going on in my head most of the time, they probably wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.
Dan
none. not a one. all gone. fifty cakes to start with, now nothing on the plate. someone was in big trouble when they got home. i sadly licked up the crumbs
over analyzing the vagaries of existence, eggs over medium with salt and pepper and cheese. the race to finish the fruit before its gone makes for summer anxieties.
None. That was it. That was all that was left. How am I supposed to do it when there are none left? Didn’t they set it up so this wouldn’t happen? Shouldn’t there have been someone to go to about this?
None are left. After spending the week with sixty something people who all share my love of the classics, there are none left. I am alone.
None.
That’s how much of a chance she told him he’d have with her.
But of course that was before the lottery balls were pulled. Then it was just the opposite she couldn’t get enough of him.
He liked her better when her answer was ‘None’.
Yesterday I went to the supermarket looking for cherries and they had none. So I went to another supermarket and found they had none either. i was left wanting cherries and with none in me belly
(and then there were none.)
the stillness of a void – of the existence of none.
the almost forced peacefulness is distilling –
quiet, thoughts slipping away surreptitiously
like they never existed, like they were
none.
The simple elegance
of four words
boils down to
the miniscule point,
how many can you have?
none.
“We never had none of those books in my house. My ma didn’t think there was a reason for ’em.” I cringed and smiled outwardly.
How empty. All of the resources and are there too many for us to keep track of? Can we focus on any? Go deeper? Should we blog about it? Is it wit
Already wrote about none yesterday. Why didn’t the word change? Stupid Internet.
None of us have a place inside his heart. face it.
I have nothing to show for all the work that I’ve done. I’ve toiled for years, decades, huge chunks of my life for a little bit of nothing. Nothing, it was all for nothing. I could have been so much more, and I’ve tried so, so hard. But it was all for naught. I have nothing to show for it. Not one thing. None.
None is all timely beings who respond properly to friendship. Don’t ask none, be simply available. You should always be primed for this appearance; it is unique and special.
None of us have any idea how this is going to end. Bang, whimper, fire, or ice, perhaps it’ll be nothingness, as the version I prefer. It’s a numerical concept quite like the number zero.
there are no words to describe how i’m feeling right now, none. if only there was more time i would let you know everything, but as it is, well, just enjoy what time you have left while you can.
You look into the mirror looking for all those characteristics that the world claims as the ones you want to have to be normal, to succeed. and you realize you see none.
None of my friends are smart enough to understand that I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. Not that they look up to me in any substantial way, really. But if they knew what was really going on in my head most of the time, they probably wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.
none. not a one. all gone. fifty cakes to start with, now nothing on the plate. someone was in big trouble when they got home. i sadly licked up the crumbs
Nobody ever thought I could do it.
Not one person.
None.
But I did — do you see it?
I did it!
Oh, no, you can’t.
Because I’m gone.
See, being gone is the thing they didn’t think I could do.
But nobody can see it.
Not one person.
None.
None of them were left. Wisps of past lives floated through the smokey breeze as the smell of fire still lingered in the air.
over analyzing the vagaries of existence, eggs over medium with salt and pepper and cheese. the race to finish the fruit before its gone makes for summer anxieties.