The scorn was unbearable, and it wasn’t even directed at him. But he felt it. It filled the room and threatened to suffocate each and every one of them. But they stood silently, unable to speak or unwilling? No one was sure, but soon they would all die from the weight that crashed down on and threatened to take their last breaths.
Mother uunconciously scorned me of having not achieved so much more. There was no way out in her zone of criticism, judgement and shame. This was more than agony for me. The fear towards judgement became a source of daily torment. Now I am prone to feel shame even in front of people other than my mother.
Sue Lee
I looked upon the young man with scorn. I did not understand how it happened but he had fallen in love with me, a married woman, someone twice his age. He loved me and i did not know what to do about it.
I could not believe what I’d heard. The words still stung and burned the inside of my fleshy ear, my blood boiled, bubbled spelling, stringing out the sentences.
Scorn looks a little like corn. when i think of the word scorn i picture something sharp and with wrinkles. My mother doesn’t scorn me, luckily, she wouldn’t do that. however, other moms do and I don’t like it. Mrs. Jafry does. I really don’t like Mrs. Jafry as much as I used to.
Rebecca
today we saw tangsel has many progress like build so many facilities and make izen so citenvironment clean.
to make thier
I don’t honestly know what this word means, but I think it is something like to shame. I might have had this as a vocabulary word last year in my english class, but God knows that vocabulary rarely sticks with us for extended time periods. I hope I’m not a scorn to my english teacher, then again, this entire thing might be scornful being that I’ve based my entire writing sample off of a false definition. Hopefully it’s right, though, because now I’ve spent two minutes writing this thing.
Dan Kapp
scorn. not so many people know what scorn is. Scorn is yelling bad words to other people.
Scorn, it’s not a good thing. People these days like we know, like bullying. And mostly they do the bullying by scorning. People get hurt. Because one scorn word can hurt people.
I felt a surge of disdain for the animal as it wiggled on it’s fat belly under my shrub. It had sat at my feet and begged pathetically. Only to scorn the delectable delight of fish I had set before it.
Julz
The Doctor had once heard the phrase, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” He didn’t think much of it, he thought that men and women had equal amounts of anger.
He realized that he was wrong when he forgot his and River’s anniversary.
Hell hath no fury like River scorned.
Damaris
Something in me snaps, and I stare scornfully into her eyes. Neither of us says a word because I’m afraid of saying something too hurtful. She knows she’s left me behind; I know that I’m only a temporary fixture anymore. She will always be my best friend, but for now, in this car, I can’t stand the thought of ever having met her. I need out of this vehicle, and I need out of this life.
She served the fat of the meat in a seperate bowl, surrounded by an artfully placed handful of fresh spinach and a sprig of something herby atop its gelatinous middle. Next, she stirred a couple spoonfuls of sourcream, a generous block of butter, and a vigorous sprinkle of salt into a pot of white hot grits. We had a breakfast for kings and princes, sitting on the edge of Ma’s love and teetering on the tightrope of our neighbor’s scorn (those who could smell the very essense of our fasting breaking).
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
People don’t scorn much nowadays–they yell, they ignore, they argue but
scorn has upper class overtones, most high brow to scorn.
Robin
I kick the ashes in anger. I can still remember the flames swallowing my home whole.
Sam
Love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you.
Moe Moe
she scorned him and he retaliated by telling his friends she wasn’t worth his time or energy and that i why they weren’t together anymore but she knew the truth, and only she knew the real reason for her scorn.
Jen
What is disdain?
What is scorn?
A mere reflection of hatred.
And what is hatred?
A mere feelings.
Feelings are what weakens humans. We are strong mortals, we can be immortal if we abandon these useless things. Feelings are killing us. Feelings are what separate us from the Above, what pulls us back. If we disposed of these things, we could join the Above. We could survive.
But because of these, we cannot leave.
And now, we are using this scorn against the Above.
i dont like scorn no more, i dont even know what that is.
natalie
Scorn? Um….to feel scorn is the worst feeling on Earth. But people have to feel it in order to feel the highest and jump right back to the top. You go to the bottom in order to get back to the top in my opinion. I may be very wrong.
As if in slow motion, as I continued with my story, her eyebrows began to furrow. Her lips started to tighten and her jaw clenched. I had never seen such visible scorn before.
“But it’s okay,” I suggested, backing away with my hands up, “I’m sure the mother that got YOUR baby is just as lovely as you are…”
men know no fury like a woman scorned… or something like that. im not even sure what that means…. oh well
Kae
Everybody scorned him. but he still loves us. people mocked him, spat on him, he wore the crown of thorns… for us. He loved us so much he was willing to sacrifice himself. his own father suffered watching his son die for us…. Jesus and God loved us with all their love
“Check please…
Honey, can you get the waiter over here so we can check what’s on the menu tonight?”
“Good evening. I’ll be your server tonight. We have three appetizer specials: cynical optimism, practical idealist, and apathetic activist. All come with bread. Our entrees consist of confused conservative and a nice free thinking radical with a side of couch potatoes…slightly baked.”
“I’ll get the usual: the practical idealist. I’ve had it so many times that I know it’s good…it’s ALWAYS good…it’s the best!”
“Well that doesn’t surprise me. Always hope for the best they always say. But I have to wonder just who “they” are.
“We’ll just be having appetizers tonight.”
“Probably for the best. I haven’t really been feeling like a confused conservative these days.I don’t want to get gas.”
“And what can I get you to drink?”
“Evian. Make sure that the glass is half full!”
“Oh honey, you’re so backwards.”
“ Cheque please…”
(“Hey..aren’t you supposed to be writing about scorn?”
Yup…but all I have in my mind is the “hell hath no fury thing…and that’s been done!)
I have no idea what this is at first glance but thinking over it, I guess its another way to tell someone off. You arent happy with something so you will scorn someone. Does it have something t o do with heat? Like I was scorned by the stove? No ideaa haha too tired to think!
Tahliah
It was that look in his eyes again, peering over the top of his newspaper. Daddy always read the paper, even though he always muttered about how much boring rubbish there was in it. There was nothing but scorn in his eyes, but Sherlock couldn’t honestly say why that was. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong, had he? He looked up at Mycroft, eyes wide, hopeful, only to see the same expression reflected there.
Alone again then. Sherlock ducked his head and waited for The Talk, wondering if he could get away with slipping into his mind palace if he nodded periodically.
I scorn the day that Suzanne Collins stopped writing books about the Hunger Games. Oh well, great series! Loved it! Pie, potato and cookies taste good together, don’t touch me! #foreveralone idk what to do anymore! Whatever……………………………………… I win
Philip Madison
She felt their gazes on her back, burning into her, judging her for things she’d done, things they thought she’d done, and things that she didn’t even know about. Nothing made sense anymore.
And he was dead.
The pain was too much, and she was succumbing to it.
Laura
There’s a bold notion that in the shape of someone nearby there might be something small, something not worthy. Where did our body gather such cant?
Cliff
i hate the feeling of being scorned or looked down upon. it usually happens when my parents are lecturing me.
but with every look and word of advice – i get a little bit stronger, and a little bit better.
“What did I do?”
I used to think that it was my actions that defined me, that mattered. I thought that was how everyone judged me too; on the things that I said, I did, on how I acted. In the way I pronounce my french, or how I bit into a burger, in my hesitation to run that red light at 2am on a Friday night (but I always did anyways). So I thought that was how you would answer. You know, point out all the shitty things I do- how I swore too much, how I talked too much. Or maybe you were gonna b*tch at me about how I always cracked jokes about your girlfriend Constance Wilson’s nose too much, or how I should wear my seatbelt when I drive that fast, or tell me that I was “so godd*amn cynical” like my half-senial gran always did. But you didn’t. You said,
“That’s just it Lil. You didn’t do anything, you didn’t do anything at all.”
I never thought that someone could hate me so much for something that I didn’t do. I never thought the things I didn’t do mattered.
I scorned her like she was my daughter. What was worse is that she’s actually sort of a rival. How can she cheat on him this way. And she lied to so many. Not even just the two, but everyone around them. I just want to scron her in front of everyone, for them to see through her lies.
Tanya Wong
They say there’s nothing like it- a woman scorned. He certainly had no idea.
when he kisses his thumb
and presses it against
my forehead
I know he is thinking
about how much
hates me. how he
wishes gravity would
lift me into cloud.
I could feel the scorn he felt for me emanating from him, his silhouette overwhelming me as I laid in the dirt. He stared down at me and laughed haughtily, shaking his head.
“You’re pathetic,” he told me, his voice low and harsh. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as the tears flooded my vision.
“You have to let it go” …..the Wise man said
or i will never have peace…i think
“It’s not about you”
It always is they say
“Is it like a deadly sin?” i ask
“It could be”
“Try not to judge anyone Ever”
I will try not to
Ever
The scorn was unbearable, and it wasn’t even directed at him. But he felt it. It filled the room and threatened to suffocate each and every one of them. But they stood silently, unable to speak or unwilling? No one was sure, but soon they would all die from the weight that crashed down on and threatened to take their last breaths.
Mother uunconciously scorned me of having not achieved so much more. There was no way out in her zone of criticism, judgement and shame. This was more than agony for me. The fear towards judgement became a source of daily torment. Now I am prone to feel shame even in front of people other than my mother.
I looked upon the young man with scorn. I did not understand how it happened but he had fallen in love with me, a married woman, someone twice his age. He loved me and i did not know what to do about it.
I could not believe what I’d heard. The words still stung and burned the inside of my fleshy ear, my blood boiled, bubbled spelling, stringing out the sentences.
Scorn looks a little like corn. when i think of the word scorn i picture something sharp and with wrinkles. My mother doesn’t scorn me, luckily, she wouldn’t do that. however, other moms do and I don’t like it. Mrs. Jafry does. I really don’t like Mrs. Jafry as much as I used to.
today we saw tangsel has many progress like build so many facilities and make izen so citenvironment clean.
to make thier
tease =
cut off =
I don’t honestly know what this word means, but I think it is something like to shame. I might have had this as a vocabulary word last year in my english class, but God knows that vocabulary rarely sticks with us for extended time periods. I hope I’m not a scorn to my english teacher, then again, this entire thing might be scornful being that I’ve based my entire writing sample off of a false definition. Hopefully it’s right, though, because now I’ve spent two minutes writing this thing.
scorn. not so many people know what scorn is. Scorn is yelling bad words to other people.
Scorn, it’s not a good thing. People these days like we know, like bullying. And mostly they do the bullying by scorning. People get hurt. Because one scorn word can hurt people.
I felt a surge of disdain for the animal as it wiggled on it’s fat belly under my shrub. It had sat at my feet and begged pathetically. Only to scorn the delectable delight of fish I had set before it.
The Doctor had once heard the phrase, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” He didn’t think much of it, he thought that men and women had equal amounts of anger.
He realized that he was wrong when he forgot his and River’s anniversary.
Hell hath no fury like River scorned.
Something in me snaps, and I stare scornfully into her eyes. Neither of us says a word because I’m afraid of saying something too hurtful. She knows she’s left me behind; I know that I’m only a temporary fixture anymore. She will always be my best friend, but for now, in this car, I can’t stand the thought of ever having met her. I need out of this vehicle, and I need out of this life.
She served the fat of the meat in a seperate bowl, surrounded by an artfully placed handful of fresh spinach and a sprig of something herby atop its gelatinous middle. Next, she stirred a couple spoonfuls of sourcream, a generous block of butter, and a vigorous sprinkle of salt into a pot of white hot grits. We had a breakfast for kings and princes, sitting on the edge of Ma’s love and teetering on the tightrope of our neighbor’s scorn (those who could smell the very essense of our fasting breaking).
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
People don’t scorn much nowadays–they yell, they ignore, they argue but
scorn has upper class overtones, most high brow to scorn.
I kick the ashes in anger. I can still remember the flames swallowing my home whole.
Love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you.
she scorned him and he retaliated by telling his friends she wasn’t worth his time or energy and that i why they weren’t together anymore but she knew the truth, and only she knew the real reason for her scorn.
What is disdain?
What is scorn?
A mere reflection of hatred.
And what is hatred?
A mere feelings.
Feelings are what weakens humans. We are strong mortals, we can be immortal if we abandon these useless things. Feelings are killing us. Feelings are what separate us from the Above, what pulls us back. If we disposed of these things, we could join the Above. We could survive.
But because of these, we cannot leave.
And now, we are using this scorn against the Above.
Against ourselves.
i dont like scorn no more, i dont even know what that is.
Scorn? Um….to feel scorn is the worst feeling on Earth. But people have to feel it in order to feel the highest and jump right back to the top. You go to the bottom in order to get back to the top in my opinion. I may be very wrong.
As if in slow motion, as I continued with my story, her eyebrows began to furrow. Her lips started to tighten and her jaw clenched. I had never seen such visible scorn before.
“But it’s okay,” I suggested, backing away with my hands up, “I’m sure the mother that got YOUR baby is just as lovely as you are…”
men know no fury like a woman scorned… or something like that. im not even sure what that means…. oh well
Everybody scorned him. but he still loves us. people mocked him, spat on him, he wore the crown of thorns… for us. He loved us so much he was willing to sacrifice himself. his own father suffered watching his son die for us…. Jesus and God loved us with all their love
“Check please…
Honey, can you get the waiter over here so we can check what’s on the menu tonight?”
“Good evening. I’ll be your server tonight. We have three appetizer specials: cynical optimism, practical idealist, and apathetic activist. All come with bread. Our entrees consist of confused conservative and a nice free thinking radical with a side of couch potatoes…slightly baked.”
“I’ll get the usual: the practical idealist. I’ve had it so many times that I know it’s good…it’s ALWAYS good…it’s the best!”
“Well that doesn’t surprise me. Always hope for the best they always say. But I have to wonder just who “they” are.
“We’ll just be having appetizers tonight.”
“Probably for the best. I haven’t really been feeling like a confused conservative these days.I don’t want to get gas.”
“And what can I get you to drink?”
“Evian. Make sure that the glass is half full!”
“Oh honey, you’re so backwards.”
“ Cheque please…”
(“Hey..aren’t you supposed to be writing about scorn?”
Yup…but all I have in my mind is the “hell hath no fury thing…and that’s been done!)
I have no idea what this is at first glance but thinking over it, I guess its another way to tell someone off. You arent happy with something so you will scorn someone. Does it have something t o do with heat? Like I was scorned by the stove? No ideaa haha too tired to think!
It was that look in his eyes again, peering over the top of his newspaper. Daddy always read the paper, even though he always muttered about how much boring rubbish there was in it. There was nothing but scorn in his eyes, but Sherlock couldn’t honestly say why that was. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong, had he? He looked up at Mycroft, eyes wide, hopeful, only to see the same expression reflected there.
Alone again then. Sherlock ducked his head and waited for The Talk, wondering if he could get away with slipping into his mind palace if he nodded periodically.
I scorn the day that Suzanne Collins stopped writing books about the Hunger Games. Oh well, great series! Loved it! Pie, potato and cookies taste good together, don’t touch me! #foreveralone idk what to do anymore! Whatever……………………………………… I win
She felt their gazes on her back, burning into her, judging her for things she’d done, things they thought she’d done, and things that she didn’t even know about. Nothing made sense anymore.
And he was dead.
The pain was too much, and she was succumbing to it.
There’s a bold notion that in the shape of someone nearby there might be something small, something not worthy. Where did our body gather such cant?
i hate the feeling of being scorned or looked down upon. it usually happens when my parents are lecturing me.
but with every look and word of advice – i get a little bit stronger, and a little bit better.
“HELL HATH NO FURY!” Astor screamed as he burst into Tobias’s office and was behind his chair faster than the old phoenix could blink.
“What – ?”
“DON’T LET HER FIND ME. PLEASE, TOBIAS, MY BROTHER, YOU HAVE TO PROTECT ME.”
“Astor, what did you – ?”
“/WHERE IS HE?/” Tobias blinked, unaccustomed to hearing Leona sounding quite so aggressive.
“You probably deserve whatever she’s about to do,” he sighed, “but I’ll do my best.”
“What did I do?”
I used to think that it was my actions that defined me, that mattered. I thought that was how everyone judged me too; on the things that I said, I did, on how I acted. In the way I pronounce my french, or how I bit into a burger, in my hesitation to run that red light at 2am on a Friday night (but I always did anyways). So I thought that was how you would answer. You know, point out all the shitty things I do- how I swore too much, how I talked too much. Or maybe you were gonna b*tch at me about how I always cracked jokes about your girlfriend Constance Wilson’s nose too much, or how I should wear my seatbelt when I drive that fast, or tell me that I was “so godd*amn cynical” like my half-senial gran always did. But you didn’t. You said,
“That’s just it Lil. You didn’t do anything, you didn’t do anything at all.”
I never thought that someone could hate me so much for something that I didn’t do. I never thought the things I didn’t do mattered.
I scorned her like she was my daughter. What was worse is that she’s actually sort of a rival. How can she cheat on him this way. And she lied to so many. Not even just the two, but everyone around them. I just want to scron her in front of everyone, for them to see through her lies.
They say there’s nothing like it- a woman scorned. He certainly had no idea.
The split-second between the realization of betrayal and the gunshot. It wasn’t scorn on his face. It was disappointment.
when he kisses his thumb
and presses it against
my forehead
I know he is thinking
about how much
hates me. how he
wishes gravity would
lift me into cloud.
I could feel the scorn he felt for me emanating from him, his silhouette overwhelming me as I laid in the dirt. He stared down at me and laughed haughtily, shaking his head.
“You’re pathetic,” he told me, his voice low and harsh. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as the tears flooded my vision.
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“You have to let it go” …..the Wise man said
or i will never have peace…i think
“It’s not about you”
It always is they say
“Is it like a deadly sin?” i ask
“It could be”
“Try not to judge anyone Ever”
I will try not to
Ever