plague is a really ugly word. it makes me think of someone trying to talk and cough at the same time. Weird, I know, but that’s just what it makes me think of. At the same time, i think of the fear that people felt, wondering who it would spread to next. what city? what country? what house? what relative? Would they be next? and did they really think flowers would help them? I mean… come on. A flower is more likely to cause a bee sting or a sneezing fit than prevent a disease. Just my opinion, but…. they were a little bit idiotic on that one. I can think of sooo many better ideas. Indoor plumbing for one. Bathing more than twice a year probably would have helped. can you imagine how greasy hair used to be? No wonder the nobles wore perfumes & wigs and stuff. They couldnt have come within ten feet of each other otherwise.
Hannah
Plagued with worry, she flinched every time the lightning struck. Her sleep schedule was reversed, and should the power go out now, she would be up until dawn with nothing to do, unable to make any progress on her project. That was the second surge, and she feared that a third would knock the internet, not to mention the lights, out for good.
it consumed her as she saw them acting so saccharine, so fake. and there was the slapdash catching up, hurried bits about jobs and housework and hobbies. she judged them with every evasion of the inexcusable truth, the truth about them leaving without telling her goodbye. bitterness was the plague, and she knew it was about to infect her entire outlook if she didn’t let go.
the black plague
london
fire
death
sickness
decay
rotten
unsanitary
olden days
filth
Kaela Francine
Once upon a time, there was a black plague that spread throughout Europe like a… plague. Something like dust on the inside of cabinets, like children on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The black plague eradicated all other colors besides black; it was a plague of color, in deed. Black was plague, mourning, clothes, mouldering skin, and other things besides.
Jin
The Bubonic Plague (also known as the Black death) wiped out nearly 1/3 of Europe. It was caused by infected rats who would hang around house pets who would therefore transmit the disease to humans. Also, the song “Ring around the Rosey” was supposedly written to determine the signs of the plague. The “ring around the rosey” was a circle around the sores that would develop on the skin…”pocket full of posey” referred to the pus inside the sore…”ashes, ashes” referred to the drying up and flaking of the sores on the skin after which death followed…”we all fall down.” And that’s what I learned in school folks!
Persida
this is a disease that was horrifying. i hate this disease. it must have killed millions of people. i swear so many inoccent lives. stupid rats, i hate rats. wow why? why were rats even invent LMFAO (invented) xD rats werent invented. but still i hate rats ew they are so gross.
Sunnyy
bitten by a mosquito i thought nothing of it other than to scratch it and curse. and then everything changed. spotted and green it was a new look to an old feeling. replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.
ms pie
In the times of old the dreaded Black Plague was the most feared catastrophe to befall a village. Knights, Kings, and peasants alike feared its horrible fate. Black death would sweep the land and non were safe.
Marco Ginefra
Our world has been plagued, but not only with disease but with temptations. Temptations that could, in return, lead into something much worse than disease, much worse indeed.
The plague swept across the barren land, sinking into the powdery dust and grainy sand that lay strewn among the homes of the people living there, infiltrating the mouths and noses of the sickly children who reclined, coughing, upon the dirt-packed floors. They knew it’s name, though no one spoke it aloud. They called it Death–and this time, He had not disguised himself.
It eats like locust, consuming us until only ash remains. It spreads like wildfire, taking only slight contact to reproduce and devastate everything once known.
aeru
kills people. needs to be controlled. starts with P. causes diseases. causes fear. requires medical assistance. sometimes uncontrollable and deadly. corpses, deaths, coffins. usually caused by animals.
I sure wouldn’t want to get the plague. It sounds so scary. I would imagine some weird rat melting my skin if I came in contact with it. My skin would melt and then I would die. That would be so weird. That must have been so scary back in the dark ages when they had no control over the disease and didn’t have sophisticated medical care that we have.
The plague swept across the barren land, sinking into the powdery dust and grainy sand that lay strewn among the homes of the people living there, infiltrating the mouths and noses of the sickly children who lay coughing upon the dirt-packed floors. They knew it’s name, though no one spoke it aloud. They called it Death–and this time, He had not disguised himself.
Ro
the pleauge took place in the middle ages where ppl were dirty and things were unsanitaery. it cane from the rats off the ships that had pleas and alot of people dies. it was very unfortinate sad and scary
candice
Plagues are bad. They kill people mercilessly, finishing off one person then moving on to their friends, their family, never stopping until it has consumed all.
Lisa
She crawled down and looked at me, her eyes so sad. The things that plagued me were nothing compared to those eyes, and we wept together, alone in each other’s arms. She stood up at last, and with a final sidelong glance, she said goodbye.
I remember learning about the black plague in high school. I was both fascinated, saddened and repulsed by what i had learned. But in saying that, the joy of learning was sparked. The times of long ago were intriguing…
There once wasa plague in a large city with many people. The plague that occured was a horrible disease that turned people into zombies. These zombies were cruel, horrible monsters who showed no mercy. They would find any living thing left in the city and destroy it, dripping with the blood, gore, ooze and drool the sight of their mouth is scary.
Jenna
It was the plague that hit me village. I remember the pained faces, the closed doors, the wagons, the smell. It was all awful. I couldn’t forget the way children would run through the streets, screaming for lost loved ones. And we couldn’t do anything about it. We just stood by, waiting for it to take the last one of us away.
Abby
A plague hit the city of Naperville at 9:58 pm. People began to feel light-headed with perspiration dripping down on their forehead. Birds dropped from the sky as if they hit an invisible wall.
Midm Yi
President bush is a plague to humanity and he was the incarnation of that terrible sickness for the whole of humanity. Hope the american people can be cured from the plague and its officials, the republican of today.
mg
Plague is an illness that takes over an area, spreading death. Usually caused bye fleas or bugs by travel of rats.
I find the sound of the word ‘Plague’ funny. Yet ironically and obviously ‘plagues’ are not ‘funny’ as they are one of the most dreaded things in the world.
Sanduni
It rips me apart like the plague ripped through Europe so long ago; it eats and shatters and ultimately destroys what little I have left of myself. Can somebody save me from the unknown?
It was like a plague. Spreading thorough the halls, soon everyone knew. Everyone knew the excruciatingly terrifying details, everyone knew who was involved, and why he had needed to die. But he didn’t. And since he didn’t die that night, like everyone was planning on, the world turned into a black plague of horror.
a very deadly thing that no one lives in that happened in like london or something i can’t really remember, i read about it in english my sophomore year… i think. oh well i just know people die of it and its a disease
Jennifer
You plague my mind. Night and day. A sickness I will never get rid of. No antidote. Just an addiction that I need more and more of.
i don’t really know much about “the” plague. the bubonic plague. i know it was a disease…i think. i’m sure i learned it in history class, but history’s boring to me. if i was alive back then, maybe i would care more.
I’m constantly plagued with thoughts of him. Always in my mind. Anything and everything reminds me of him. It’s not healthy, and it will be the death of me. no cure.
Plague. Is it what riddles third world countries? Is it sickness? Can it be what brings havoc into our daily lives?
Ifeoma Aduba
when i think of plague i think of death and dying. i think of fear, darkness and terror. i see faces of anguish, mainly in poor and disease infested countries. i see hundreds of faces in a crowd full of fear and shame. shame because they believe it might be there fault.
Sam
the rats were blamed, the plague when spread,
they all knew, all who read,
thousands afflicted, hundreds dead,
three were sharing, a hospital bed.
Some thoughts are like a plague….. They hurt, destroy, and break down everything around them. And even after the plague of thoughts is gone… it still leaves a scar.
Things to avoid like the plague: Sitting with your boyfriend/girlfriend on a couch after midnight. Because that leads to doing stuff that you’ll regret, and it’s not good for either of you. Because no matter what our society is trying to hammer into our brains today, we’re special and deserve to be waited for, and whomever is waiting for us deserves to be waited for, too.
Rae
the plague was so unbearable to watch. it was a plague of my friends heart. a ruthless evil state that ate up everything that was once beautiful in her heart. i think back to when i once loved her. she used to be human. all i see now are the boils that have crusted over her decaying mind. she is no longer here. not every plague is a physical illness. some of the most dangerous are of the mind. she will never be the same, and i will never again call her my friend.
M'Lissa
I was plagued with an idea. A dangerous idea. That escape was possible. hat I was going to escape. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking this and that they could find out. They always did.
plague is a really ugly word. it makes me think of someone trying to talk and cough at the same time. Weird, I know, but that’s just what it makes me think of. At the same time, i think of the fear that people felt, wondering who it would spread to next. what city? what country? what house? what relative? Would they be next? and did they really think flowers would help them? I mean… come on. A flower is more likely to cause a bee sting or a sneezing fit than prevent a disease. Just my opinion, but…. they were a little bit idiotic on that one. I can think of sooo many better ideas. Indoor plumbing for one. Bathing more than twice a year probably would have helped. can you imagine how greasy hair used to be? No wonder the nobles wore perfumes & wigs and stuff. They couldnt have come within ten feet of each other otherwise.
Plagued with worry, she flinched every time the lightning struck. Her sleep schedule was reversed, and should the power go out now, she would be up until dawn with nothing to do, unable to make any progress on her project. That was the second surge, and she feared that a third would knock the internet, not to mention the lights, out for good.
it consumed her as she saw them acting so saccharine, so fake. and there was the slapdash catching up, hurried bits about jobs and housework and hobbies. she judged them with every evasion of the inexcusable truth, the truth about them leaving without telling her goodbye. bitterness was the plague, and she knew it was about to infect her entire outlook if she didn’t let go.
the black plague
london
fire
death
sickness
decay
rotten
unsanitary
olden days
filth
Once upon a time, there was a black plague that spread throughout Europe like a… plague. Something like dust on the inside of cabinets, like children on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The black plague eradicated all other colors besides black; it was a plague of color, in deed. Black was plague, mourning, clothes, mouldering skin, and other things besides.
The Bubonic Plague (also known as the Black death) wiped out nearly 1/3 of Europe. It was caused by infected rats who would hang around house pets who would therefore transmit the disease to humans. Also, the song “Ring around the Rosey” was supposedly written to determine the signs of the plague. The “ring around the rosey” was a circle around the sores that would develop on the skin…”pocket full of posey” referred to the pus inside the sore…”ashes, ashes” referred to the drying up and flaking of the sores on the skin after which death followed…”we all fall down.” And that’s what I learned in school folks!
this is a disease that was horrifying. i hate this disease. it must have killed millions of people. i swear so many inoccent lives. stupid rats, i hate rats. wow why? why were rats even invent LMFAO (invented) xD rats werent invented. but still i hate rats ew they are so gross.
bitten by a mosquito i thought nothing of it other than to scratch it and curse. and then everything changed. spotted and green it was a new look to an old feeling. replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.
In the times of old the dreaded Black Plague was the most feared catastrophe to befall a village. Knights, Kings, and peasants alike feared its horrible fate. Black death would sweep the land and non were safe.
Our world has been plagued, but not only with disease but with temptations. Temptations that could, in return, lead into something much worse than disease, much worse indeed.
The plague swept across the barren land, sinking into the powdery dust and grainy sand that lay strewn among the homes of the people living there, infiltrating the mouths and noses of the sickly children who reclined, coughing, upon the dirt-packed floors. They knew it’s name, though no one spoke it aloud. They called it Death–and this time, He had not disguised himself.
It eats like locust, consuming us until only ash remains. It spreads like wildfire, taking only slight contact to reproduce and devastate everything once known.
kills people. needs to be controlled. starts with P. causes diseases. causes fear. requires medical assistance. sometimes uncontrollable and deadly. corpses, deaths, coffins. usually caused by animals.
wf
I sure wouldn’t want to get the plague. It sounds so scary. I would imagine some weird rat melting my skin if I came in contact with it. My skin would melt and then I would die. That would be so weird. That must have been so scary back in the dark ages when they had no control over the disease and didn’t have sophisticated medical care that we have.
Maybe we will never will never get the black plague again. It would be awful if we ever did. :(
The plague swept across the barren land, sinking into the powdery dust and grainy sand that lay strewn among the homes of the people living there, infiltrating the mouths and noses of the sickly children who lay coughing upon the dirt-packed floors. They knew it’s name, though no one spoke it aloud. They called it Death–and this time, He had not disguised himself.
the pleauge took place in the middle ages where ppl were dirty and things were unsanitaery. it cane from the rats off the ships that had pleas and alot of people dies. it was very unfortinate sad and scary
Plagues are bad. They kill people mercilessly, finishing off one person then moving on to their friends, their family, never stopping until it has consumed all.
She crawled down and looked at me, her eyes so sad. The things that plagued me were nothing compared to those eyes, and we wept together, alone in each other’s arms. She stood up at last, and with a final sidelong glance, she said goodbye.
I remember learning about the black plague in high school. I was both fascinated, saddened and repulsed by what i had learned. But in saying that, the joy of learning was sparked. The times of long ago were intriguing…
There once wasa plague in a large city with many people. The plague that occured was a horrible disease that turned people into zombies. These zombies were cruel, horrible monsters who showed no mercy. They would find any living thing left in the city and destroy it, dripping with the blood, gore, ooze and drool the sight of their mouth is scary.
It was the plague that hit me village. I remember the pained faces, the closed doors, the wagons, the smell. It was all awful. I couldn’t forget the way children would run through the streets, screaming for lost loved ones. And we couldn’t do anything about it. We just stood by, waiting for it to take the last one of us away.
A plague hit the city of Naperville at 9:58 pm. People began to feel light-headed with perspiration dripping down on their forehead. Birds dropped from the sky as if they hit an invisible wall.
President bush is a plague to humanity and he was the incarnation of that terrible sickness for the whole of humanity. Hope the american people can be cured from the plague and its officials, the republican of today.
Plague is an illness that takes over an area, spreading death. Usually caused bye fleas or bugs by travel of rats.
I find the sound of the word ‘Plague’ funny. Yet ironically and obviously ‘plagues’ are not ‘funny’ as they are one of the most dreaded things in the world.
It rips me apart like the plague ripped through Europe so long ago; it eats and shatters and ultimately destroys what little I have left of myself. Can somebody save me from the unknown?
It was like a plague. Spreading thorough the halls, soon everyone knew. Everyone knew the excruciatingly terrifying details, everyone knew who was involved, and why he had needed to die. But he didn’t. And since he didn’t die that night, like everyone was planning on, the world turned into a black plague of horror.
a very deadly thing that no one lives in that happened in like london or something i can’t really remember, i read about it in english my sophomore year… i think. oh well i just know people die of it and its a disease
You plague my mind. Night and day. A sickness I will never get rid of. No antidote. Just an addiction that I need more and more of.
i don’t really know much about “the” plague. the bubonic plague. i know it was a disease…i think. i’m sure i learned it in history class, but history’s boring to me. if i was alive back then, maybe i would care more.
I’m constantly plagued with thoughts of him. Always in my mind. Anything and everything reminds me of him. It’s not healthy, and it will be the death of me. no cure.
Plague. Is it what riddles third world countries? Is it sickness? Can it be what brings havoc into our daily lives?
when i think of plague i think of death and dying. i think of fear, darkness and terror. i see faces of anguish, mainly in poor and disease infested countries. i see hundreds of faces in a crowd full of fear and shame. shame because they believe it might be there fault.
the rats were blamed, the plague when spread,
they all knew, all who read,
thousands afflicted, hundreds dead,
three were sharing, a hospital bed.
Some thoughts are like a plague….. They hurt, destroy, and break down everything around them. And even after the plague of thoughts is gone… it still leaves a scar.
Things to avoid like the plague: Sitting with your boyfriend/girlfriend on a couch after midnight. Because that leads to doing stuff that you’ll regret, and it’s not good for either of you. Because no matter what our society is trying to hammer into our brains today, we’re special and deserve to be waited for, and whomever is waiting for us deserves to be waited for, too.
the plague was so unbearable to watch. it was a plague of my friends heart. a ruthless evil state that ate up everything that was once beautiful in her heart. i think back to when i once loved her. she used to be human. all i see now are the boils that have crusted over her decaying mind. she is no longer here. not every plague is a physical illness. some of the most dangerous are of the mind. she will never be the same, and i will never again call her my friend.
I was plagued with an idea. A dangerous idea. That escape was possible. hat I was going to escape. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking this and that they could find out. They always did.