She threw the shovel aside with a satisfied grunt and patted the mound of dirt affectionately. There was no better outlet than murder, was there? George had had it coming, and now all the dark things that had been building, building, building for so long were released. She turned aside, her mind turning now to more important things. A good book and some coffee, is what she needed.
Outlet, a place to shout, a place to scream. An outlet to dream, a place to create for yourself build something out of nothing so it seems.
erin
refrigerator magnets on the wall. tell me how i should fall. down the hole you wish you made. after all the time u paid. i guess it was just to get laid.
K
there are many different types of outlets – the physical kind, plugged into the wall, source of any and all power… or a mental outlet, which can be much, much more explosive. There are no circuit-breakers to reboot this one – when it blows, it blows, all you can do it sit and hope its okay. Do NOT stick a fork in it.
Cana
something that I release all the pain that scares me. That destroys me. Venting. Accountability. Stress released. Working out. Physical. Creativity. Art. Fun. Friends.
John-Mike
there was an outlet on the corner, it sold everything…you know. It was where i met that girl, she said she knew of a way out of here. A sweet release she called it. A sweet release from caring about anyone in this world. She had my attention, in a sycophantic way i was amused. I didn’t really not want to care anymore, maybe at times, but never permanently. I knew I was too in love with emotion, whether it be complete heartache or overwhelming obsession. I walked by that corner yesterday, it was bulldozed.
lush3st
the power outlet started to surge. A woman screamed, children ran, everybody was in a state of panic. A fire started to burn. Bright orange flames licked at the stone walls, blockings it’s movement, but the carpet did not hinder it. it quickly spread across the floor, feet previously dancing now stamping furiously in a ballet of panic.
james
We all need an outlet. Crafting is mine. It takes my mind away from the needless chatter that runs through all day and all night. If I concentrate on the tasks at hand, the noise in the background fades away….
there is an outlet in the wall. nothing is in the outlet. it’s just there. begging to be plugged and shut up. it doesn’t want to be out in the open and exposed. please fill it. it longs to be complete. plug me in.
JT
An outlet is a resource. A method for explaining, or for retained, or for acquiring. It is the absolute basis for our knowledge, and forms what we come to say is our basis of the world. So is an outlet the basis to the world? It could be. Or it could be something completely different. The world is our to explore. It is our outlet.
Abby C
Throw the switch, igor! The Professor Glonkensberg cackled as his experiment was nearly at a moment of fruition. The electricity crackled, lights flickered, the body on the slab began to glow…and then, nothing. Professor Glonkensberg feverishly checked his calculations and checked his instruments. Nothing was wrong. He couldn’t figure out what could have gone wrong. “Igor!” he cried out. “Igor, where are you?!”
No answer. More earnestly, he screamed once again, “Igor!” Meanwhile, Igor had passed out from a blow to the head, when he fell down the stone stairs after his leg got caught in the electrical cord by the outlet.
i left my body outside
it was my outlet
it was my pride
and my passion
its exactly who i was in my time
becky
when i was little my mother told me not to stick my fingers too close to an outlet or i would sizzle up like a bug in a light zapper. when my sister was a toddler, my mother pulled the vacuum cord out of the outlet and struck my sister across the eye, slicing the surface of her eye and putting her in an eyepatch for six months. now, whenever i use an outlet to plug something in, i imagine my eyes sizzling to a crisp and i squeeze them shut, tight
Rebekah Wilson
It’s really frustrating when the outlet doesn’t work. i never know if the outlet is faulty or if it’s my cord. because one time the outlet worked but my cord wasn’t working, but then it worked in the same outlet just a few days after. and there should just be a universal outlet o we wouldn’t have to buy funky things when we go abroad.
Carolyn
That is what this is for me. To me. Like that is for you. Yet, if the outlet I have beforeme, I can’t escape, with out givng al thse conditions, reasons, pro/con.
I hear you, I admire and envy at the same time. Why can’t that be mine? Yet the beauty does me in. I can’t fight it. I let it take me in.
Valves are there for a reason; to release pressure and stop explosions. That throbbing , bulging pulse on your forehead tells me that you valve is probably not working so well. I’m gonna run then, I’ll being seeing ya.
there is an outlet to everything. for mine it’s dancing. i love dancing and it’s my outlet for everything. whenever i’m really stressed during my day i just think about how amazing dance makes me feel. i love to dance, compete, choreograph… everything.
Kylie
there isnt an of of space here.. to feel safe to feel like i can actually breathe… to feel like its an escape .. where will i find an outlet??… i think i know his name.
she needed an outlet so she can express all her disappointment in life in one place and let go. she chose the light socket.
Neda
There’s this huge outlet mall by my house. I can remember one day, in the middle of winter, my dad and I decided to go there. We just walked around as the clouds teased us, faking that they could and would make snow at any minute. We just bounced between this store and that, not buying anything. My dad was in search of what he called a “hoodless hoodie.” I just wanted to search for something new. It was a good day.
I plugged my hair dryer into the outlet in my cold, moldy hotel room. The weather was damp and the wind that blew in my incorrectly sealed window chilled me.
Melissa
The outlet to the sewer poured a brown, toxic smelling, water forward. Miranda saw it and plugged her nose in hopes to stop from stench from getting into her nose.
Daniel
There’s an outlet on the wall next to me. Actually, my power strip is plugged into the outlet. The outlet is providing electricity for certain items in my bedroom. But then again, there’s also the outlet mall, which is like a 15 minute drive away from me. It’s probably closed right now, though. I don’t like it much, anyway. It’s all outdoors in between stores, and it’s cold right now ’cause it’s winter.
Norah
someone to talk to an outlet to go to when you need to relieve feelings. also a thing in the wall to get energy. what if we could plug ourselves into that hole to get energy.. thatd be nice sometimes. outlet… i think of someone i can go to. ya..
Ellen
This road has no outlet. Then again, it shouldn’t surprise me. There was a sign at the start that promised such an ending, but I had neglected to believe it to be true. That’s what I get for being a disbeliever, for wanting physical evidence to the contrary. A dead end and a long trip down a road that leads me nowhere. Just a trip back from where I came and foolishness on my behalf.
I need somewhere to go. A place to escape. I want an outlet. somewhere to release my light. For so long I believed you were my outlet, but as i grow older i realize that i need so be my own outlet. I need to find a way to release my creativity and be a bird. I want creat and grow and live.
Danielle purkey
that is in a wall and you shouldn’t put forks in them and deffinitly not knifes. also the are never where you need them
Charlotte
An escape from the feelings of anger, hatred, desperation. A door that leads to a world of your making. A way out from everything you’re feeling.
Need an outlet for all the frustration I have. Frustration with myself, my life. Why can’t I get out of the rut that I commonly find myself in? How do I re-train my brain?
Intellectually, I know that not everything is my fault, not within my control. How do I let go of the control that I feel I need?
Tina Hall
I needed this so much more than I had thought. The push, the drive, the hunger! I was brimming with energy! The mere thought of what had happened just has me tingling all over… if only I had done this much sooner.
Charles Kyle Whitacre
It makes me think of electricity. I think outlet, I think death by zap. I also think of a little man with his mouth open and angular eyes. Angular eyes leads me to think of Asians. It’s bad of me to say that because I live near so many Asians. You’d think I was used to that. According to a complicated math forumla, outlet equals racism. The end.
Ashley
There is an outlet next to me but I think of writing as an outlet rather than anything else. I love to write. I miss writing. I used to write but they wouldn’t let me be me in 8th grade. They tried to decipher everything I wrote. It ruined it. It ruined me. But someday I will write again and hopefully I will be able to let it all go. Let go what everyone said and than I can be free. I won’t have to make up my life to others anymore but just write it on paper. Anything I want to be.
b
There is an outlet on the wall in which I plug my straightener into. Every day I wake up and straighten my hair. Will there ever be something new to my morning routine? I get tired of it, I don’t get enough sleep either. I hate the preparation for school, actually going isn’t the worst part of my day. Maybe if everyone preferred me ugly I’d have a better day. But no, people don’t work that way.
Lucy
the outlet was sticking into the wall, forced into the wall, connected to the electric hairr dryer that would eventually be the end of me. i am the one who forces the hair dryer
violet
Like an electrical outlet? Or like a punching bag? Who knows, but sometimes I am really in the need of both. I’m more in the need of a punching bag right now. Just let it all out, but I’m too sore for any of that. I’m not sure why I’m writing about an outlet.
Shawn
Outlet, like a wall socket, outlet as in a place of delta in existence, power outlet, outlet of words and emotions, someplace to keep your thoughts and emotions. To outlet someone outdo something, there is not outlet to the river. I think everyone needs an outlet to their emotions, to their thoughts and feelings.
Betty
Music is my outlet. It’s where I let all of the things go that cannot come out in conversation or otherwise. I also thought of the term outlet mall. I haven’t been to an outlet mall in years, and I’m so happy.
micah
Three pronged short circuit plugged in or un–electricity arcs but nothing like rainbows unless in your eyes stood on a puddle pulling down the chain to spark the room bright. it’s night and white strangles green out I’m cold
Ciel
gives us electricity, it’s whit you can have fancy covers for them, most people just like white thoguh. i alwasy unplug appliances from outlets, it still used electricity. most people don’t care and like to waste it.
She threw the shovel aside with a satisfied grunt and patted the mound of dirt affectionately. There was no better outlet than murder, was there? George had had it coming, and now all the dark things that had been building, building, building for so long were released. She turned aside, her mind turning now to more important things. A good book and some coffee, is what she needed.
Outlet, a place to shout, a place to scream. An outlet to dream, a place to create for yourself build something out of nothing so it seems.
refrigerator magnets on the wall. tell me how i should fall. down the hole you wish you made. after all the time u paid. i guess it was just to get laid.
there are many different types of outlets – the physical kind, plugged into the wall, source of any and all power… or a mental outlet, which can be much, much more explosive. There are no circuit-breakers to reboot this one – when it blows, it blows, all you can do it sit and hope its okay. Do NOT stick a fork in it.
something that I release all the pain that scares me. That destroys me. Venting. Accountability. Stress released. Working out. Physical. Creativity. Art. Fun. Friends.
there was an outlet on the corner, it sold everything…you know. It was where i met that girl, she said she knew of a way out of here. A sweet release she called it. A sweet release from caring about anyone in this world. She had my attention, in a sycophantic way i was amused. I didn’t really not want to care anymore, maybe at times, but never permanently. I knew I was too in love with emotion, whether it be complete heartache or overwhelming obsession. I walked by that corner yesterday, it was bulldozed.
the power outlet started to surge. A woman screamed, children ran, everybody was in a state of panic. A fire started to burn. Bright orange flames licked at the stone walls, blockings it’s movement, but the carpet did not hinder it. it quickly spread across the floor, feet previously dancing now stamping furiously in a ballet of panic.
We all need an outlet. Crafting is mine. It takes my mind away from the needless chatter that runs through all day and all night. If I concentrate on the tasks at hand, the noise in the background fades away….
there is an outlet in the wall. nothing is in the outlet. it’s just there. begging to be plugged and shut up. it doesn’t want to be out in the open and exposed. please fill it. it longs to be complete. plug me in.
An outlet is a resource. A method for explaining, or for retained, or for acquiring. It is the absolute basis for our knowledge, and forms what we come to say is our basis of the world. So is an outlet the basis to the world? It could be. Or it could be something completely different. The world is our to explore. It is our outlet.
Throw the switch, igor! The Professor Glonkensberg cackled as his experiment was nearly at a moment of fruition. The electricity crackled, lights flickered, the body on the slab began to glow…and then, nothing. Professor Glonkensberg feverishly checked his calculations and checked his instruments. Nothing was wrong. He couldn’t figure out what could have gone wrong. “Igor!” he cried out. “Igor, where are you?!”
No answer. More earnestly, he screamed once again, “Igor!” Meanwhile, Igor had passed out from a blow to the head, when he fell down the stone stairs after his leg got caught in the electrical cord by the outlet.
i left my body outside
it was my outlet
it was my pride
and my passion
its exactly who i was in my time
when i was little my mother told me not to stick my fingers too close to an outlet or i would sizzle up like a bug in a light zapper. when my sister was a toddler, my mother pulled the vacuum cord out of the outlet and struck my sister across the eye, slicing the surface of her eye and putting her in an eyepatch for six months. now, whenever i use an outlet to plug something in, i imagine my eyes sizzling to a crisp and i squeeze them shut, tight
It’s really frustrating when the outlet doesn’t work. i never know if the outlet is faulty or if it’s my cord. because one time the outlet worked but my cord wasn’t working, but then it worked in the same outlet just a few days after. and there should just be a universal outlet o we wouldn’t have to buy funky things when we go abroad.
That is what this is for me. To me. Like that is for you. Yet, if the outlet I have beforeme, I can’t escape, with out givng al thse conditions, reasons, pro/con.
I hear you, I admire and envy at the same time. Why can’t that be mine? Yet the beauty does me in. I can’t fight it. I let it take me in.
Valves are there for a reason; to release pressure and stop explosions. That throbbing , bulging pulse on your forehead tells me that you valve is probably not working so well. I’m gonna run then, I’ll being seeing ya.
Running is my outlet. Stripping away the stress, the doubts. Re-establishing the belief that anything is possible…if only there is an outlet.
there is an outlet to everything. for mine it’s dancing. i love dancing and it’s my outlet for everything. whenever i’m really stressed during my day i just think about how amazing dance makes me feel. i love to dance, compete, choreograph… everything.
there isnt an of of space here.. to feel safe to feel like i can actually breathe… to feel like its an escape .. where will i find an outlet??… i think i know his name.
she needed an outlet so she can express all her disappointment in life in one place and let go. she chose the light socket.
There’s this huge outlet mall by my house. I can remember one day, in the middle of winter, my dad and I decided to go there. We just walked around as the clouds teased us, faking that they could and would make snow at any minute. We just bounced between this store and that, not buying anything. My dad was in search of what he called a “hoodless hoodie.” I just wanted to search for something new. It was a good day.
I plugged my hair dryer into the outlet in my cold, moldy hotel room. The weather was damp and the wind that blew in my incorrectly sealed window chilled me.
The outlet to the sewer poured a brown, toxic smelling, water forward. Miranda saw it and plugged her nose in hopes to stop from stench from getting into her nose.
There’s an outlet on the wall next to me. Actually, my power strip is plugged into the outlet. The outlet is providing electricity for certain items in my bedroom. But then again, there’s also the outlet mall, which is like a 15 minute drive away from me. It’s probably closed right now, though. I don’t like it much, anyway. It’s all outdoors in between stores, and it’s cold right now ’cause it’s winter.
someone to talk to an outlet to go to when you need to relieve feelings. also a thing in the wall to get energy. what if we could plug ourselves into that hole to get energy.. thatd be nice sometimes. outlet… i think of someone i can go to. ya..
This road has no outlet. Then again, it shouldn’t surprise me. There was a sign at the start that promised such an ending, but I had neglected to believe it to be true. That’s what I get for being a disbeliever, for wanting physical evidence to the contrary. A dead end and a long trip down a road that leads me nowhere. Just a trip back from where I came and foolishness on my behalf.
I need somewhere to go. A place to escape. I want an outlet. somewhere to release my light. For so long I believed you were my outlet, but as i grow older i realize that i need so be my own outlet. I need to find a way to release my creativity and be a bird. I want creat and grow and live.
that is in a wall and you shouldn’t put forks in them and deffinitly not knifes. also the are never where you need them
An escape from the feelings of anger, hatred, desperation. A door that leads to a world of your making. A way out from everything you’re feeling.
Need an outlet for all the frustration I have. Frustration with myself, my life. Why can’t I get out of the rut that I commonly find myself in? How do I re-train my brain?
Intellectually, I know that not everything is my fault, not within my control. How do I let go of the control that I feel I need?
I needed this so much more than I had thought. The push, the drive, the hunger! I was brimming with energy! The mere thought of what had happened just has me tingling all over… if only I had done this much sooner.
It makes me think of electricity. I think outlet, I think death by zap. I also think of a little man with his mouth open and angular eyes. Angular eyes leads me to think of Asians. It’s bad of me to say that because I live near so many Asians. You’d think I was used to that. According to a complicated math forumla, outlet equals racism. The end.
There is an outlet next to me but I think of writing as an outlet rather than anything else. I love to write. I miss writing. I used to write but they wouldn’t let me be me in 8th grade. They tried to decipher everything I wrote. It ruined it. It ruined me. But someday I will write again and hopefully I will be able to let it all go. Let go what everyone said and than I can be free. I won’t have to make up my life to others anymore but just write it on paper. Anything I want to be.
There is an outlet on the wall in which I plug my straightener into. Every day I wake up and straighten my hair. Will there ever be something new to my morning routine? I get tired of it, I don’t get enough sleep either. I hate the preparation for school, actually going isn’t the worst part of my day. Maybe if everyone preferred me ugly I’d have a better day. But no, people don’t work that way.
the outlet was sticking into the wall, forced into the wall, connected to the electric hairr dryer that would eventually be the end of me. i am the one who forces the hair dryer
Like an electrical outlet? Or like a punching bag? Who knows, but sometimes I am really in the need of both. I’m more in the need of a punching bag right now. Just let it all out, but I’m too sore for any of that. I’m not sure why I’m writing about an outlet.
Outlet, like a wall socket, outlet as in a place of delta in existence, power outlet, outlet of words and emotions, someplace to keep your thoughts and emotions. To outlet someone outdo something, there is not outlet to the river. I think everyone needs an outlet to their emotions, to their thoughts and feelings.
Music is my outlet. It’s where I let all of the things go that cannot come out in conversation or otherwise. I also thought of the term outlet mall. I haven’t been to an outlet mall in years, and I’m so happy.
Three pronged short circuit plugged in or un–electricity arcs but nothing like rainbows unless in your eyes stood on a puddle pulling down the chain to spark the room bright. it’s night and white strangles green out I’m cold
gives us electricity, it’s whit you can have fancy covers for them, most people just like white thoguh. i alwasy unplug appliances from outlets, it still used electricity. most people don’t care and like to waste it.