Remark? I don’t think I’ve ever used that sentance in my life. Oh well. No big loss is it? I know what it means, its just not needed really.
Emmaline
“I think I like you.” That remark, despite its innocence, was enough to send chills down her spine. He wasn’t particularly talkative anyway, and he certainly wasn’t friendly, so that only added to the emphasis of the statement. It seemed like such a huge milestone and she wondered, vaguely, if anything would ever be the same again.
on repetition? Ach. Imagination starves on having to deal with double remark. I want freshness, not commentary on commentary. I don’t want to remark on remark once again, for I’ve done with it. More. New. Please.
Richard Braithwaite
I was a fly on your wall. I wanted to remark. But first I had to determine the initial “mark” that I was “re”ing. And I missed 2/5ths of my alleged 24-hour life just thinking about it.
He had made the stupidest remark ever to come out of the mouth of a human being. No one knew what it was now; only that it had been made, and they knew by whom. He had been shunned for a while until someone had gotten the bright idea to go Puritanical on him and string him up.
Jane
“I cannot live just to grow old. Don’t ask that of me. I’m sorry this life is too fast for you, I’m sorry it’s too hard; but it’s what I’ve chosen and if you had a shred of love for me in those bones you would let me go. I’m doing you the same favor.”
He looked at it.
That dress perched on the end of the bed.
He traced a fingertip over the end of the sleeve. It was silk, and it was the last thing he’d felt on his skin before she’d kissed him good bye and left, still smelling of Chanel and gunpowder.
I already made a remark on remark. I said that smart ass remarks pissed me off, however I am the queen of smart ass remarks. I like nice remarks better.
one remark can wreck a whole week, month or year of hard work. All it takes is one off hand remark to the right person. Be careful what you say. Be careful what you say it to…
“well that was awkward.” he remarked, after walking past the girl who turned him down at the bar last week. he watched her from behind, quietly falling for her again, and realizing that it wasn’t just her body that made him want her in the first place.
Gidget
He flinched, and she knew her careless remark had struck a nerve. “Daniel,” she whispered softly, reaching for him, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know,” he replied, but he warded her hand away politely. “Don’t worry about it.”
On the color of your anger? On the crimson twist of your nostrils? On the smoldering smell of your heartshape? Never. What I will do is watch, without words. For your breath is more that words can shape. More than your heat can cook, more than your back arch can freeze. Ahhhhhhh.
Richard Braithwaite
I hate remarks. smart ass remarks, they are the worst. when I hear people remark on something and they are stupid I just wanna punch them in the face. but some remarks are nice, I like hearing that I look pretty.
Erin
It was a horrible way to go, and the little skeleton knew it.
It traced a planet, a constellation, a universe in the ashes of what used to be the sofa. The little skeleton didn’t remember much else but the sofa had been green.
She lounged back in her chair, feeling the same clumsy glances grazing across her back when people thought she wouldn’t notice. It was hilarious to her; she was the office joke and they didn’t even know she had their lives in her pocket.
“SHIT. THIS IS FAST, THIS IS REALLY FAST.”
She ignored her loud passenger, eyes focused directly on the raising bridge in front of her.
“We’re making this.”
They had to. They had to.
“WAIT -“
That one remark threw her off for the rest of their future. She wanted him dead, he didn’t know. She found chance upon chance to mock and make fun of him and one day, he even spit on her. She cracked under the pressure. She just wanted to be friends.
A smart remark. The best to make. Does it get one in trouble sometimes? Yes, it may. But it always feels good to make one because it shows wit and sarcasm–the best kind of remedy to stupidity.
your mark on me will never disappear. unless there is a remark. somehow.
maren
I hate it when you’re in class and a teacher makes a mean remark about your future. My voice teacher would say things like, “well if you have allergies this bad, maybe you shouldn’t pursue a career in music.” I thought teachers were suppost to encourage you.
Loretta
It was remarkable the way one look from him could completely turn her entire being into jelly and make her appear a like a gibbering baboon
a compliment, or a rude statement. maybe remarking that someone is beautiful.
kaylarae
“What is that?” She remarked harshly, looking at the blue scribbles on the child’s paper. The freckled face boy looked up with wide eyes, clenching the crayon in his small hands. The woman shook her head, looking away to another child’s creation.
“Why is this such a difficult decision for you? It shouldn’t be.”
She stared on as he threw her clothing into her own suitcase. Packing for her.
“It’s not a decision, and it never was.”
“But I love you.”
“Tough.”
She casually slid the gun across the table towards his empty hand.
“Well? What are you thinking?”
He stared at the black metal thoughtfully.
“I think you lied. I think this is just a broken promise.”
There are a lot of remarks made about people. Whether rude, kind, or thoughtful, our lives are full of life-changing remarks. What one person says can change another person’s life, for better or for worst. I guess that’s why we should all keep our mouths shut, right? But what if it’s for the better? Then we should keep them wide open.
Lexi
Sometimes it’s the people you least expect who make the most kind remarks. A simple old man sitting on a bench talking about that time he ran faster than a train. That woman on the bus who smelled faintly like old socks…
Katherine Kirk
he remarked, with that smug smile of his “why can’t you be more like her”
i looked at him, wondering what led me here, and why it was him who was beside me. He clearly didn’t want to be here, and frankly, I didn’t want him to be here, either.
it was remarkable, the colors, the intense emotion, this feeling of enlightenment. It’s like I’d found ultimate truth. Nothing has ever compared to it. I’ve never felt so at peace.
DD
he remarks “you didn’t look that fat yesterday”
I stare at him, baffled, wondering how he could possibly say this to me.
“You’re not exactly superman, yourself.”
Amber
On nothing of value or of worth so that someone will here your voice and remark on that. m
Many faces with nothing all that remarkable about them at all silly rabbit come you’ll find that down that hole there is nothing but concrete queens an steel.
IngridNolson
I left a remark on the table, I wrote in pen, but it came out like a fable, about jack and jill and their buddies who threw a party last may. Things got a little wild and some people cried to which I remarked, your all too wild. I left them the morning after to pursue an acting career in Maine.
steve french
Remarkably green grass. Just remarkable. I’ll remember to make a remark about that later when my cows are done gnawing away it it. Yummy.
Velvet
as i walked home i just kept playing his remark over and over in my head. “Just Friends”!! i cant be just friends. i lie awake thinking about him and wishing we were together and he tells me we have to be “Just Friends”!!!
How remarkable! Some remarks may be sold and bought by companies. They may be used as slogans and logos and more. But we, oh we, do we have such responsibility, to make these remarks again ours!
“That is quite an interesting shade to choose for the window curtains,” she remarked with a hint of disapproval in her voice.
Antoinette Panacek
I remarked and heard nothing in return. Nothing is so often these days, nothing is so often here.
David
You made a smart remark about the boys of your summer and how you didn’t need him anymore. You made it seem like you hadn’t missed him at all during your months of sand and sunshine and salty waters. You went on and on, telling your circle of bleached blonde followers how the lifeguard you met was the best kisser. I could tell though that underneath your victories that you re-enacted, that when the sun went down and everyone crawled into their beds, that you cried yourself to sleep at night. I knew that you wished he was there to mold your body against when you slept.
its always remarkable to me how when confronted with a huge obstacle, children can find an enormous amount of strength to overcome whatever is blocking their way. adults could learn a thing or two from the younger generation.
Remark? I don’t think I’ve ever used that sentance in my life. Oh well. No big loss is it? I know what it means, its just not needed really.
“I think I like you.” That remark, despite its innocence, was enough to send chills down her spine. He wasn’t particularly talkative anyway, and he certainly wasn’t friendly, so that only added to the emphasis of the statement. It seemed like such a huge milestone and she wondered, vaguely, if anything would ever be the same again.
on repetition? Ach. Imagination starves on having to deal with double remark. I want freshness, not commentary on commentary. I don’t want to remark on remark once again, for I’ve done with it. More. New. Please.
I was a fly on your wall. I wanted to remark. But first I had to determine the initial “mark” that I was “re”ing. And I missed 2/5ths of my alleged 24-hour life just thinking about it.
He had made the stupidest remark ever to come out of the mouth of a human being. No one knew what it was now; only that it had been made, and they knew by whom. He had been shunned for a while until someone had gotten the bright idea to go Puritanical on him and string him up.
“I cannot live just to grow old. Don’t ask that of me. I’m sorry this life is too fast for you, I’m sorry it’s too hard; but it’s what I’ve chosen and if you had a shred of love for me in those bones you would let me go. I’m doing you the same favor.”
He looked at it.
That dress perched on the end of the bed.
He traced a fingertip over the end of the sleeve. It was silk, and it was the last thing he’d felt on his skin before she’d kissed him good bye and left, still smelling of Chanel and gunpowder.
I already made a remark on remark. I said that smart ass remarks pissed me off, however I am the queen of smart ass remarks. I like nice remarks better.
one remark can wreck a whole week, month or year of hard work. All it takes is one off hand remark to the right person. Be careful what you say. Be careful what you say it to…
“well that was awkward.” he remarked, after walking past the girl who turned him down at the bar last week. he watched her from behind, quietly falling for her again, and realizing that it wasn’t just her body that made him want her in the first place.
He flinched, and she knew her careless remark had struck a nerve. “Daniel,” she whispered softly, reaching for him, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know,” he replied, but he warded her hand away politely. “Don’t worry about it.”
On the color of your anger? On the crimson twist of your nostrils? On the smoldering smell of your heartshape? Never. What I will do is watch, without words. For your breath is more that words can shape. More than your heat can cook, more than your back arch can freeze. Ahhhhhhh.
I hate remarks. smart ass remarks, they are the worst. when I hear people remark on something and they are stupid I just wanna punch them in the face. but some remarks are nice, I like hearing that I look pretty.
It was a horrible way to go, and the little skeleton knew it.
It traced a planet, a constellation, a universe in the ashes of what used to be the sofa. The little skeleton didn’t remember much else but the sofa had been green.
She lounged back in her chair, feeling the same clumsy glances grazing across her back when people thought she wouldn’t notice. It was hilarious to her; she was the office joke and they didn’t even know she had their lives in her pocket.
“SHIT. THIS IS FAST, THIS IS REALLY FAST.”
She ignored her loud passenger, eyes focused directly on the raising bridge in front of her.
“We’re making this.”
They had to. They had to.
“WAIT -“
That one remark threw her off for the rest of their future. She wanted him dead, he didn’t know. She found chance upon chance to mock and make fun of him and one day, he even spit on her. She cracked under the pressure. She just wanted to be friends.
A smart remark. The best to make. Does it get one in trouble sometimes? Yes, it may. But it always feels good to make one because it shows wit and sarcasm–the best kind of remedy to stupidity.
your mark on me will never disappear. unless there is a remark. somehow.
I hate it when you’re in class and a teacher makes a mean remark about your future. My voice teacher would say things like, “well if you have allergies this bad, maybe you shouldn’t pursue a career in music.” I thought teachers were suppost to encourage you.
It was remarkable the way one look from him could completely turn her entire being into jelly and make her appear a like a gibbering baboon
a compliment, or a rude statement. maybe remarking that someone is beautiful.
“What is that?” She remarked harshly, looking at the blue scribbles on the child’s paper. The freckled face boy looked up with wide eyes, clenching the crayon in his small hands. The woman shook her head, looking away to another child’s creation.
he never drew again.
“Why is this such a difficult decision for you? It shouldn’t be.”
She stared on as he threw her clothing into her own suitcase. Packing for her.
“It’s not a decision, and it never was.”
“But I love you.”
“Tough.”
She casually slid the gun across the table towards his empty hand.
“Well? What are you thinking?”
He stared at the black metal thoughtfully.
“I think you lied. I think this is just a broken promise.”
answer me, she said. you haven’t a clue as to how you really feel about it
There are a lot of remarks made about people. Whether rude, kind, or thoughtful, our lives are full of life-changing remarks. What one person says can change another person’s life, for better or for worst. I guess that’s why we should all keep our mouths shut, right? But what if it’s for the better? Then we should keep them wide open.
Sometimes it’s the people you least expect who make the most kind remarks. A simple old man sitting on a bench talking about that time he ran faster than a train. That woman on the bus who smelled faintly like old socks…
he remarked, with that smug smile of his “why can’t you be more like her”
i looked at him, wondering what led me here, and why it was him who was beside me. He clearly didn’t want to be here, and frankly, I didn’t want him to be here, either.
it was remarkable, the colors, the intense emotion, this feeling of enlightenment. It’s like I’d found ultimate truth. Nothing has ever compared to it. I’ve never felt so at peace.
he remarks “you didn’t look that fat yesterday”
I stare at him, baffled, wondering how he could possibly say this to me.
“You’re not exactly superman, yourself.”
On nothing of value or of worth so that someone will here your voice and remark on that. m
Many faces with nothing all that remarkable about them at all silly rabbit come you’ll find that down that hole there is nothing but concrete queens an steel.
I left a remark on the table, I wrote in pen, but it came out like a fable, about jack and jill and their buddies who threw a party last may. Things got a little wild and some people cried to which I remarked, your all too wild. I left them the morning after to pursue an acting career in Maine.
Remarkably green grass. Just remarkable. I’ll remember to make a remark about that later when my cows are done gnawing away it it. Yummy.
as i walked home i just kept playing his remark over and over in my head. “Just Friends”!! i cant be just friends. i lie awake thinking about him and wishing we were together and he tells me we have to be “Just Friends”!!!
How remarkable! Some remarks may be sold and bought by companies. They may be used as slogans and logos and more. But we, oh we, do we have such responsibility, to make these remarks again ours!
“That is quite an interesting shade to choose for the window curtains,” she remarked with a hint of disapproval in her voice.
I remarked and heard nothing in return. Nothing is so often these days, nothing is so often here.
You made a smart remark about the boys of your summer and how you didn’t need him anymore. You made it seem like you hadn’t missed him at all during your months of sand and sunshine and salty waters. You went on and on, telling your circle of bleached blonde followers how the lifeguard you met was the best kisser. I could tell though that underneath your victories that you re-enacted, that when the sun went down and everyone crawled into their beds, that you cried yourself to sleep at night. I knew that you wished he was there to mold your body against when you slept.
its always remarkable to me how when confronted with a huge obstacle, children can find an enormous amount of strength to overcome whatever is blocking their way. adults could learn a thing or two from the younger generation.