I predict I will have no idea what to write about the word, “predict”. Oh ho! It happened! Or did it?
the girl down the hall
Mad fuckers predict the end of the world on a regular basis. Why ids it that they need to preditct this and not work on more natural means of precidtion in order to instead help people to lifve life to their full potetnial rather than cripple them into limiting their capabilities.
Stephen
I wish I could predict what will happen to me. Am I ever going to be content with everything? I doubt it. Sometimes I wish I could find out.
But I know that finding out would have bad effects. I wouldn’t learn anything. I need to live life the way it is supposed to be lived, without knowing what will happen.
to guess that something will happen based on facts or information, e.g. the weather can be predicted based on other years’ weather, this gives you an idea of what the weather this time next year will be like
Zoe Stabler
I gazed at him as he sat across the table. He was looking the other direction, and didn’t notice. He did the adorable little thing with his eyebrows, where he raised them both and scrunched his nose a little. I guessed he felt my stare and turned, a small quirky smile on his face, and looked at me. He laughed and I smiled back. But I knew he would never like me like I liked him.
predicting the future always has been something I wish I could do. Or I wish that I could predict my future. sometimes I think my dreams predict my future or predict that something will happen. My dreams are quite vivid sometimes. More than other times.
Cassie
Know what’s going to happen in the future. Look into that glass ball, see into the foggy distance, using your knowledge and your intellect. You don’t know what’s ahead. No, you know what’s ahead. You realize. You see. You remember the past and create the future. Just keep looking into that crystal ball. Predict the light and make it shine. Make the light shine on what to expect, and what not to expect.
How can we predict the actions of our government when we keep electing the same people over and over and they keep fighting the same battles until one side or the other capitulates to the dark side?
She thrummed her fingers over the low table, her green jowls quivering. In her youth she might have been voluptuous or even handsome, with that aquiline nose and those dark eyes, but in her old age she was only gruesome. Maggy the Frog, they called her. She sucked the blood from a finger and swallowe
Jessica
I predict that I will fail miserably at being a star in college because I am so inadequate in my writing compared to other people and me getting into this great college was really just some kind of messed up fluke and this is going to suck. I want to be a good writer, but I’ve already lost so much time and I can never make up the amount of practice that these extraordinary people have built and slaved through for so many years. What am I trying to even do with my life.
I don’t think predicting is very logical. I believe in premonitions defiantly but it’s hard to be able to perfect something. the future is so tangible and always changeable. That is both frightening and comforting at the same time. We can’t possible know the future but we don’t need to try.
Lolo
I want to look into the future, and see what is ahead of me. I want to be able to tell myself, I will be free. I don’t want to predict. I want to tell.
Cierra
I predict that there is going to be a great depression in the future. This prediction is quite accurate actually, with many facts proving this prediction. I think that predicting is somewhat in accurate though, only because God knows what will happen in the near future. pre·dict
[pri-dikt] Show IPA
–verb (used with object)
1.
to declare or tell in advance; prophesy; foretell: to predict the weather; to predict the fall of a civilization. <— defenition of predict.
danny
Predict…I wish I could predict the events that would lead up to our amazing first kiss. You and I would be walking through the college campus on a rather cold September Saturday afternoon. We just left starbucks and you were wearing your trench coat and holding my hand while sipping on hot chocolate. Your brilliant red hair stood out against the warm colours of the changing leafs. I complimented your beauty. You smiled and returned the compliment. You and I were walking down a beautiful pathway. Orange, Red, and Yellow leafs covered the sidewalk and the architectural structures had ivy growing along it. Then suddenly, you stopped. You set your hot chocolate on the fountain and then took my hot chocolate away from my hands. Why are you doing this? My heart started to race while you set my Starbucks beside yours. You looked at me and did my favourtie quirky smile of yours. I placed my arms on your waist and you wrapped yours around my neck. We held each other that way for what felt like an eternity. I felt your warm breath on my neck and I could feel your heart pounding against your chest. I wondered what was wrong as you pulled away from our embrace. We stared into each others eyes and then you smiled and started to come forwards a little. I had no clue what you were doing, until you closed yours eyes. I was thinking, oh my god, what do I do? I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the left a little and then I felt it. Our lips touched. Your lips felt so cool against mine. It was…incredible. We stayed that way for a while. Having you in that position made my head spin. I never thought we were going to kiss. As you pulled away, your eyes were still closed and you had the biggest smile I had ever seen. You put your head underneath my chin and you told me that you loved me. Of course, I responded with the “I love you, too” phrase. But I am not quite sure if you will ever comprehend how much I actually love you. I have never felt a love so deep for anyone before.
And that is what would happen…if only you were gay.
voices swirling turning round me
i reach out to touch the sky and find out that I can
I grab a piece, it tastes like chocolate
through this thick chocolate air
I call out in fear
Is anybody there?
who could have predicted this.
Devon
I can predict the future! A fortuneteller claims that she can, anyway. We humans have so many silly objects and practices for that purpose.
Eleanor
my mother’s always predicting what is going to happen. i love it, but it’s sometimes confusing.
I can’t predict what will happen in the next few days, weeks, months or years. Today my life was turned upside down-for better or worse-and only time will tell what happens next. Sometimes predictions are easy to make, but other times they are very hard. This is one of those hard times and it is impossible to predict what will happen next.
Ali
i predict a riot
harsh and cold
looming shadows and angry whispers
falling from hidden doorways
Where accusing eyes peer
day and night
To know, or think you know what the future holds. Can be based on reasoned arguments and hypothesis or wild mass guessing. Predictions are liable to be proven false when events get in the way. That’s never stopped anyone yet however!
Paul Marr
I cannot say with certainty
what the future holds.
Though many minds have said you can guess
I do not claim to
nor do I dare hope to voice my dreams
nothing could have made me think about it the way you did; it was so effortless to you. so easy. so simple. bang. boom. the thoughts and ideas struck you so fast it was as if you never even needed to put any effort into them. effortless. like the way you walked and talked and acted around those you loved, those you lusted, those you respected.
If you could predict the future, that’d be boring. There would be no suspense to life. You’d know your whole course of life, when you’re gonna die, who you will marry, etc. I like the mystery. I don’t wanna know what happens tomorrow. I will find out when I get there. Fuck predictions. I will find out the hard way.
oh ok i get to write here? well im writing without thinking. well actually im thinking but im not thinking about the word predict, well i guess i am now. I think im saying the word “well” too much and now im afraid I wont get to write about Jasmine. I – oh… i shouldnt delete any of these words and just keep writing h
Gant
thinking, to come up with something, outcome, the end, future, when you read, forshadowing, movies, stories
Allison
She doesn’t know what started it-the visions. Whenever she gazes into water, whether clear or muddy, she sees them. They come in flashes, glimpses, and they always leave her stunned.
Madi Routier
Predictions for the future. A frightening rush of feeling as the leaves fall around me, I see in each one a different destiny. One with Him, one without Him. Another, simply empty. But I know the leaf I’ve plucked from the air is bright orange and filled with adventures, I’ve simply yet to carve them.
Angela Ribaudo
Sometimes I wish I could predict the future. What will it mean if I do this, if I do that? If I could predict what doing one thing would do, perhaps I wouldn’t have missed so many chances, or perhaps I would have done even less. Had I known that a simple smile would make me a really good friend, perhaps I would smile like that more often! I can’t predict what’s going to happen in the small little world I call my life, but I know that I’m in for a bumpy ride.
Angela Ribaudo
sometimes i wish i was able to predict more in life. like what i’m going to major in or where a relationship is going. but for the most part, i like that i can just take things day by day. it provides less worry, fewer expectations. it’s just better that way.
Predictions can we really predict the future?
this is hard for me. my mind is a mess of thoughts about this word
i don’t know if i have much to say.
except
it seems that i was able to predict
subconsciously
the place i am in now.
korrina
Predict, i predict I will get this word again as this is the third time I have had this word in the past three tries that I had it and I don’t know what to write because I have had it and I don’t know how to skip a word and why can’t you just write without posting? Huh?
I can’t predict what my future entails. I try to imagine whats going to happen to me, but nothing seems to fit. I can’t tell whats going to be of tommorow. Everythings unknown.
sondra
He wasn’t a very good psychic. His slogan was –
Predict to produce predictions, predictably.
how predictable. he was always doing things like this. i absolutely hated it. and he knew i did. that’s why he kept doing it every day. how predictable.
beetle
Once a man came to my door late in the evening. He, clutching a plastic bag in his left hand, inquired if I was the one that had requested the fish, to which I replied, no. He then asked if I was the biker, no, the biker lives three doors down, right there, no, that is next door, go down two more houses after that, so right there he said pointing at the next door neighbor’s house, no, literally three doors down from here was my succinct reply. Okay, I’ll try next door. I stepped inside, turned off the porch light, and closed the door.
i predict that my time here will not end well. i will have lots and lots of expectations. and many of them will not be fulfilled. this is a struggle of mine. i keep them inside. i don’t share them. i can’t predict the future. i wish i could. i really really really do. but is this pessimism? yes. or realism? yes. is this life
juliana
to now something will happen. Like if you have a dream and it comes true… Then you’re dream predicted the future
I predict I will have no idea what to write about the word, “predict”. Oh ho! It happened! Or did it?
Mad fuckers predict the end of the world on a regular basis. Why ids it that they need to preditct this and not work on more natural means of precidtion in order to instead help people to lifve life to their full potetnial rather than cripple them into limiting their capabilities.
I wish I could predict what will happen to me. Am I ever going to be content with everything? I doubt it. Sometimes I wish I could find out.
But I know that finding out would have bad effects. I wouldn’t learn anything. I need to live life the way it is supposed to be lived, without knowing what will happen.
to guess that something will happen based on facts or information, e.g. the weather can be predicted based on other years’ weather, this gives you an idea of what the weather this time next year will be like
I gazed at him as he sat across the table. He was looking the other direction, and didn’t notice. He did the adorable little thing with his eyebrows, where he raised them both and scrunched his nose a little. I guessed he felt my stare and turned, a small quirky smile on his face, and looked at me. He laughed and I smiled back. But I knew he would never like me like I liked him.
predicting the future always has been something I wish I could do. Or I wish that I could predict my future. sometimes I think my dreams predict my future or predict that something will happen. My dreams are quite vivid sometimes. More than other times.
Know what’s going to happen in the future. Look into that glass ball, see into the foggy distance, using your knowledge and your intellect. You don’t know what’s ahead. No, you know what’s ahead. You realize. You see. You remember the past and create the future. Just keep looking into that crystal ball. Predict the light and make it shine. Make the light shine on what to expect, and what not to expect.
How can we predict the actions of our government when we keep electing the same people over and over and they keep fighting the same battles until one side or the other capitulates to the dark side?
She thrummed her fingers over the low table, her green jowls quivering. In her youth she might have been voluptuous or even handsome, with that aquiline nose and those dark eyes, but in her old age she was only gruesome. Maggy the Frog, they called her. She sucked the blood from a finger and swallowe
I predict that I will fail miserably at being a star in college because I am so inadequate in my writing compared to other people and me getting into this great college was really just some kind of messed up fluke and this is going to suck. I want to be a good writer, but I’ve already lost so much time and I can never make up the amount of practice that these extraordinary people have built and slaved through for so many years. What am I trying to even do with my life.
I don’t think predicting is very logical. I believe in premonitions defiantly but it’s hard to be able to perfect something. the future is so tangible and always changeable. That is both frightening and comforting at the same time. We can’t possible know the future but we don’t need to try.
I want to look into the future, and see what is ahead of me. I want to be able to tell myself, I will be free. I don’t want to predict. I want to tell.
I predict that there is going to be a great depression in the future. This prediction is quite accurate actually, with many facts proving this prediction. I think that predicting is somewhat in accurate though, only because God knows what will happen in the near future. pre·dict
[pri-dikt] Show IPA
–verb (used with object)
1.
to declare or tell in advance; prophesy; foretell: to predict the weather; to predict the fall of a civilization. <— defenition of predict.
Predict…I wish I could predict the events that would lead up to our amazing first kiss. You and I would be walking through the college campus on a rather cold September Saturday afternoon. We just left starbucks and you were wearing your trench coat and holding my hand while sipping on hot chocolate. Your brilliant red hair stood out against the warm colours of the changing leafs. I complimented your beauty. You smiled and returned the compliment. You and I were walking down a beautiful pathway. Orange, Red, and Yellow leafs covered the sidewalk and the architectural structures had ivy growing along it. Then suddenly, you stopped. You set your hot chocolate on the fountain and then took my hot chocolate away from my hands. Why are you doing this? My heart started to race while you set my Starbucks beside yours. You looked at me and did my favourtie quirky smile of yours. I placed my arms on your waist and you wrapped yours around my neck. We held each other that way for what felt like an eternity. I felt your warm breath on my neck and I could feel your heart pounding against your chest. I wondered what was wrong as you pulled away from our embrace. We stared into each others eyes and then you smiled and started to come forwards a little. I had no clue what you were doing, until you closed yours eyes. I was thinking, oh my god, what do I do? I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the left a little and then I felt it. Our lips touched. Your lips felt so cool against mine. It was…incredible. We stayed that way for a while. Having you in that position made my head spin. I never thought we were going to kiss. As you pulled away, your eyes were still closed and you had the biggest smile I had ever seen. You put your head underneath my chin and you told me that you loved me. Of course, I responded with the “I love you, too” phrase. But I am not quite sure if you will ever comprehend how much I actually love you. I have never felt a love so deep for anyone before.
And that is what would happen…if only you were gay.
voices swirling turning round me
i reach out to touch the sky and find out that I can
I grab a piece, it tastes like chocolate
through this thick chocolate air
I call out in fear
Is anybody there?
who could have predicted this.
I can predict the future! A fortuneteller claims that she can, anyway. We humans have so many silly objects and practices for that purpose.
my mother’s always predicting what is going to happen. i love it, but it’s sometimes confusing.
I can’t predict what will happen in the next few days, weeks, months or years. Today my life was turned upside down-for better or worse-and only time will tell what happens next. Sometimes predictions are easy to make, but other times they are very hard. This is one of those hard times and it is impossible to predict what will happen next.
i predict a riot
harsh and cold
looming shadows and angry whispers
falling from hidden doorways
Where accusing eyes peer
day and night
To know, or think you know what the future holds. Can be based on reasoned arguments and hypothesis or wild mass guessing. Predictions are liable to be proven false when events get in the way. That’s never stopped anyone yet however!
I cannot say with certainty
what the future holds.
Though many minds have said you can guess
I do not claim to
nor do I dare hope to voice my dreams
of houses and a life of pillows and words
as much as I wish to know.
I could not have guessed what was is in the box.
I could not have predicted what was in the box.
I could not have thought of what was in the box.
I never found out.
nothing could have made me think about it the way you did; it was so effortless to you. so easy. so simple. bang. boom. the thoughts and ideas struck you so fast it was as if you never even needed to put any effort into them. effortless. like the way you walked and talked and acted around those you loved, those you lusted, those you respected.
If you could predict the future, that’d be boring. There would be no suspense to life. You’d know your whole course of life, when you’re gonna die, who you will marry, etc. I like the mystery. I don’t wanna know what happens tomorrow. I will find out when I get there. Fuck predictions. I will find out the hard way.
oh ok i get to write here? well im writing without thinking. well actually im thinking but im not thinking about the word predict, well i guess i am now. I think im saying the word “well” too much and now im afraid I wont get to write about Jasmine. I – oh… i shouldnt delete any of these words and just keep writing h
thinking, to come up with something, outcome, the end, future, when you read, forshadowing, movies, stories
She doesn’t know what started it-the visions. Whenever she gazes into water, whether clear or muddy, she sees them. They come in flashes, glimpses, and they always leave her stunned.
Predictions for the future. A frightening rush of feeling as the leaves fall around me, I see in each one a different destiny. One with Him, one without Him. Another, simply empty. But I know the leaf I’ve plucked from the air is bright orange and filled with adventures, I’ve simply yet to carve them.
Sometimes I wish I could predict the future. What will it mean if I do this, if I do that? If I could predict what doing one thing would do, perhaps I wouldn’t have missed so many chances, or perhaps I would have done even less. Had I known that a simple smile would make me a really good friend, perhaps I would smile like that more often! I can’t predict what’s going to happen in the small little world I call my life, but I know that I’m in for a bumpy ride.
sometimes i wish i was able to predict more in life. like what i’m going to major in or where a relationship is going. but for the most part, i like that i can just take things day by day. it provides less worry, fewer expectations. it’s just better that way.
She took me into the tent. I felt warm as i sat in front of the fire.
Predictions can we really predict the future?
this is hard for me. my mind is a mess of thoughts about this word
i don’t know if i have much to say.
except
it seems that i was able to predict
subconsciously
the place i am in now.
Predict, i predict I will get this word again as this is the third time I have had this word in the past three tries that I had it and I don’t know what to write because I have had it and I don’t know how to skip a word and why can’t you just write without posting? Huh?
I am running. A blur is in front of me. screaming behind me. I was not scared.
I can’t predict what my future entails. I try to imagine whats going to happen to me, but nothing seems to fit. I can’t tell whats going to be of tommorow. Everythings unknown.
He wasn’t a very good psychic. His slogan was –
Predict to produce predictions, predictably.
how predictable. he was always doing things like this. i absolutely hated it. and he knew i did. that’s why he kept doing it every day. how predictable.
Once a man came to my door late in the evening. He, clutching a plastic bag in his left hand, inquired if I was the one that had requested the fish, to which I replied, no. He then asked if I was the biker, no, the biker lives three doors down, right there, no, that is next door, go down two more houses after that, so right there he said pointing at the next door neighbor’s house, no, literally three doors down from here was my succinct reply. Okay, I’ll try next door. I stepped inside, turned off the porch light, and closed the door.
i predict that my time here will not end well. i will have lots and lots of expectations. and many of them will not be fulfilled. this is a struggle of mine. i keep them inside. i don’t share them. i can’t predict the future. i wish i could. i really really really do. but is this pessimism? yes. or realism? yes. is this life
to now something will happen. Like if you have a dream and it comes true… Then you’re dream predicted the future