The door is my only way out. It is my fate and all I need to find my father. But my father is gone isn’t he? I can’t remember. Why am I here? Where am I? Why is this room sealed? is it to keep me safe or others?
Alexis Dailey
“My lips are sealed.” The boy whispered to the young woman’s ear slowly, gave her a shudder.
They sure were sealed, after those things she told him, they had to be sealed.
The box won’t be opened, because it can’t. It’s the safest place for these documents. You’ll put them in, and then you’ll go away, and then it’ll be safe. Years will pass, and everyone will forget. The box will lie in some undiscovered room, steadily gathering a coat of dust, and then who knows? It could be obliterated in the next world war. It could never be found, and die with the Earth when it gets swallowed up by the sun to form into new atoms and make new things. It could be discovered in centuries, and then in a way you’ll be famous from mystery. The important thing is, nobody will know.
The daydream I sealed away when the end disappointed the means: you, with your best friend, see us loved-up, and he’s three times your height, and he’s three times the man you are –
Ella Emma Em
Pat sealed the envelope.She sealed the conversation.I sealed the cookie jar.
Jada Engel
to shut something orclose it to make stuff not fall out.
aeryal neurohr
Life,
we are in it, wondering how to get the best out of it.
Do we know, will we find out?
What are the rules?
No one knows,
You’re stuck to find out on your own.
Tonise
I wondered what was in the sealed envelope on the table. It was labeled, “secret.” I am so curious by nature, that I picked it up several times and put it back. I knew it wasn’t for me… or was it? I tried to hold it up to the light and look inside, but I had no luck.
donna
a letter is sealed. we are sealed by the holy spirit. cases are sealed. lipase are sealed. Secrets are kept safe
Patrick bit into his lip and glared down at the milky white envelope. Frustration curdled into anger as his fingertips brushed the back of it again. He’d bet his future as a doctor on the recommendation of his mentor. His fate was sealed within the confines of the letter, and Patrick couldn’t even read the damn thing.
The envelope was sealed, as the audience sat on the edge of their seat, waiting for the announcer to open it. The nominees to win the award watched on baited breath to hear who would win the prestigious award.
Molly Smith
The action figure sealed in its packaging was much more alluring than the cheap plastic figurine that I held in my hands once I tore the box open.
The box was sealed. Not only was it locked; it also had a wax seal all the way around it, and it was encased in some type of wrap.
“Someone really did not want this to be opened,” my companion said.
“Exactly why we are going to carefully open it,’ I replied, as I pulled my knife out of its sheath.
I wonder if you like those packaged things which are already unsealed. However as far as me is concernced I would prefer sealed ones.
Bashir
And with a kiss, my lips were sealed. I then knew I would never be able to tell anyone what happened, what we had done. It wasn’t anything wrong, but who were we to decide that. He quickly runs away; had I done something wrong? Does he believe what they all believe too?
Rita
I am sealed within my bubble looking out the window at a world apart wondering if its warm or cool quiet or loud. what is the smell of the street outside how would it taste? time to break out of the seal…
Ana slid the sealed envelope under the door and walked away from the house, the wind blowing in her hair. She just hoped that Colin would find the letter before noon. If not…bad things would happen. To both of them. And Ana knew she wouldn’t be able to deal with that.
When I think of something being sealed I think of envelopes because receiving letters makes me happy. I’m studying abroad in Spain right now and my sister sent me a letter the other week and it made me very happy. It’s also really hard to break the seal on envelopes and I almost never break it off in one smooth piece or movement. But I don’t really ever get a lot of mail.
Rita
entombed we follow me. in the aperture of intimacy. Close in contact, we writhe about. Arms in legs, we scream and shout.
thecatmuncher
Here I was telling him everything I’ve ever held close to my heart and all he says is, “Ok.” No sharing on his part, his past was sealed much like his heart, to my dismay.
Isabella
He knew this was a secret that was meant to be kept to himself. If anyone knew, if anyone ever caught a glimpse of the horrors he’d succumbed the other to, everything would change. His lips were sealed, no one could trace it back to him. Nobody ever should.
N
And in one last attempt at redemption, the rugged prisoner sealed the letter. It was all of his life’s work. His experiences, all his firsts, and an endless guilt that would always accompany him. He never even meant to be this way. He never meant to cause so much hurt in his life. It just happened and now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions. Time was dreadfully slow, however. 20 more years till freedom. 10 for parole. He hoped he could make it till the end to see her again.
Ari
I couldn’t open it. It was just stuck, my brain was going a million miles a minute. All I wanted to do was to open it. Sealed it read across the box. Tears started to drip down my face as I read this words over and over with my tearing hazel eyes. Sealed? Why? How? I had so many questions that I was asking myself. When would this feeling end?
Kimberly
I sealed his cage with an eternal wind sphere, surrounding it with ice crystals through out the room in form of spikes that faced him then sealed the metal door to the room shut with a gold and blood red flame that melted the metal closed and covered the door with unbreakable vines that grew from the earth. All the elements to keep the dark majesty from every emerging into the light again… hopefully…
I sealed his cage with an eternal wind sphere, surrounding it with ice crystals throught the room in form of spikes then sealed the metal door to the room shut with a gold and blood red flame and covered the door with unbreakable vines that grew from the earth. All the elements to keep the dark majesty from every emerging into the light again… hopefully
Steph Tollius
”So…we have been friends for how long?”
”I think it will be about 10 years this year.”
”Wow…I still remember your very short hair back in elementary.”
”Oh no, that was a horrible hair cut. Please don’t mention it.”
”I thought it was cute, honestly.”
”Haha, you’re funny. You said you wanted to ask me about something just now?”
”Yeah…Have you had your first kiss?”
”That’s your question? You haven’t seen me in 3 years and you wanted to ask me about that?”
”Yeah…So…Have you?”
”No. Unfortunately.Why do you ask?”
”Because I want you to know that, the first person who kisses you, loves you. Very much.”
”Okay…”
”Now close your eyes.”
”What? Are you serious?”
”Just do it.”
My lips are then sealed with a very special kiss from a dear friend.
I miss you. I love you.
abigail rae
It came in the mailbox today. Pristine and white. No writing whatsoever. I wondered if I should open it. Was it really for me? I couldn’t be sure.
Marie
With a kiss. An envelope sealed with a kiss. A lipstick kiss and/or a spritz of perfume. Or maybe sealed with a fancy wax embossed seal. The red wax will drip down the envelope.
Julie
my lips are locked
nothing can escape
I have no trust
even in these four walls
that I call my refuge
my safety
my only place of true freedom
I can’t bring myself
to let it go
to stop lying to myself
to forget
and move on.
it is a burden
I will carry for the rest of my life
until I die
I will never escape
never fly away
always weighed down
practically drowning
in my regret
living in constant
chaotic fear
Sage
There was a door at the end of the room that had a plastic, yellow tape that sealed around it’s edges. Bob walked up and flicked open his jackknife. He carefully cut the seal around the perimeter. When he was done he stepped back and looked at the door. On it was written airlock. He turned the door and opened it. The cold, blackness of space was on the other side. In the distance a sun was burning. Bob floated away.
Jerry
my diary is sealed so that no one can read it my lips are sealed I will not tell your eyes should be sealed don’t look
charlotte mcghee
The room was sealed completely shut. His father had assured him of that several times, and Jonathan was completely grateful. Had it not been, he could have gone out and hurt someone, consumed by the sickness within his own mind that was borne of the hatred of men.
In the dark room Jonathan waited for the moon to rise, for it was then–and only then–that the monster ever struck. When he was younger he had wondered if the monster was attracted to the moon or if it was simply a matter of the timing, but now, when he was so old at the age of fourteen, he no longer cared; all that mattered was the pain, and the rage, and the morning after.
our world was sealed in a dream. there was no way we could break free from it even if we wanted to. it was never inaccessible, we could always experience it, but only in our own little hearts and minds
spiritrebellion
He licked and sealed the envelope, careful not to cut his old, wrinkly lips. Taking out his favorite pen, he wrote one last message: “Goodbye my love,”
He gripped the bottle tightly, his palm sweaty. He just wanted to succeed once in his life, but he wasn’t sure if he could. He wasn’t sure if he ever could, even with the help of his best friend. A single tear rolled down his cheek as his friend spoke:
“Patrick, the lid!”
Cat
it sealed the deal.
his dismissal. his anger.
it pushed me away when i couldn’t pull myself away.
so i finished the letter, sealed it shut and left it on the dresser.
i walked out the door with a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
The door is my only way out. It is my fate and all I need to find my father. But my father is gone isn’t he? I can’t remember. Why am I here? Where am I? Why is this room sealed? is it to keep me safe or others?
“My lips are sealed.” The boy whispered to the young woman’s ear slowly, gave her a shudder.
They sure were sealed, after those things she told him, they had to be sealed.
Vacuumed sealed seal, the meat of the Alaskan tourist hotel and brothel! Eat with tabasco, sugar, or covered in molasses, but do not over refrigerate.
The box won’t be opened, because it can’t. It’s the safest place for these documents. You’ll put them in, and then you’ll go away, and then it’ll be safe. Years will pass, and everyone will forget. The box will lie in some undiscovered room, steadily gathering a coat of dust, and then who knows? It could be obliterated in the next world war. It could never be found, and die with the Earth when it gets swallowed up by the sun to form into new atoms and make new things. It could be discovered in centuries, and then in a way you’ll be famous from mystery. The important thing is, nobody will know.
Sometimes, safety lies in anonymity.
The daydream I sealed away when the end disappointed the means: you, with your best friend, see us loved-up, and he’s three times your height, and he’s three times the man you are –
Pat sealed the envelope.She sealed the conversation.I sealed the cookie jar.
to shut something orclose it to make stuff not fall out.
Life,
we are in it, wondering how to get the best out of it.
Do we know, will we find out?
What are the rules?
No one knows,
You’re stuck to find out on your own.
I wondered what was in the sealed envelope on the table. It was labeled, “secret.” I am so curious by nature, that I picked it up several times and put it back. I knew it wasn’t for me… or was it? I tried to hold it up to the light and look inside, but I had no luck.
a letter is sealed. we are sealed by the holy spirit. cases are sealed. lipase are sealed. Secrets are kept safe
sealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealedsealed
Patrick bit into his lip and glared down at the milky white envelope. Frustration curdled into anger as his fingertips brushed the back of it again. He’d bet his future as a doctor on the recommendation of his mentor. His fate was sealed within the confines of the letter, and Patrick couldn’t even read the damn thing.
The envelope was sealed, as the audience sat on the edge of their seat, waiting for the announcer to open it. The nominees to win the award watched on baited breath to hear who would win the prestigious award.
The action figure sealed in its packaging was much more alluring than the cheap plastic figurine that I held in my hands once I tore the box open.
Envelope
With a kiss
Room
To prevent forgery
Deals
away ive gone, compact and aloof. will i ever be needed will i ever be choosed.
The box was sealed. Not only was it locked; it also had a wax seal all the way around it, and it was encased in some type of wrap.
“Someone really did not want this to be opened,” my companion said.
“Exactly why we are going to carefully open it,’ I replied, as I pulled my knife out of its sheath.
I wonder if you like those packaged things which are already unsealed. However as far as me is concernced I would prefer sealed ones.
And with a kiss, my lips were sealed. I then knew I would never be able to tell anyone what happened, what we had done. It wasn’t anything wrong, but who were we to decide that. He quickly runs away; had I done something wrong? Does he believe what they all believe too?
I am sealed within my bubble looking out the window at a world apart wondering if its warm or cool quiet or loud. what is the smell of the street outside how would it taste? time to break out of the seal…
Ana slid the sealed envelope under the door and walked away from the house, the wind blowing in her hair. She just hoped that Colin would find the letter before noon. If not…bad things would happen. To both of them. And Ana knew she wouldn’t be able to deal with that.
When I think of something being sealed I think of envelopes because receiving letters makes me happy. I’m studying abroad in Spain right now and my sister sent me a letter the other week and it made me very happy. It’s also really hard to break the seal on envelopes and I almost never break it off in one smooth piece or movement. But I don’t really ever get a lot of mail.
entombed we follow me. in the aperture of intimacy. Close in contact, we writhe about. Arms in legs, we scream and shout.
Here I was telling him everything I’ve ever held close to my heart and all he says is, “Ok.” No sharing on his part, his past was sealed much like his heart, to my dismay.
He knew this was a secret that was meant to be kept to himself. If anyone knew, if anyone ever caught a glimpse of the horrors he’d succumbed the other to, everything would change. His lips were sealed, no one could trace it back to him. Nobody ever should.
And in one last attempt at redemption, the rugged prisoner sealed the letter. It was all of his life’s work. His experiences, all his firsts, and an endless guilt that would always accompany him. He never even meant to be this way. He never meant to cause so much hurt in his life. It just happened and now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions. Time was dreadfully slow, however. 20 more years till freedom. 10 for parole. He hoped he could make it till the end to see her again.
I couldn’t open it. It was just stuck, my brain was going a million miles a minute. All I wanted to do was to open it. Sealed it read across the box. Tears started to drip down my face as I read this words over and over with my tearing hazel eyes. Sealed? Why? How? I had so many questions that I was asking myself. When would this feeling end?
I sealed his cage with an eternal wind sphere, surrounding it with ice crystals through out the room in form of spikes that faced him then sealed the metal door to the room shut with a gold and blood red flame that melted the metal closed and covered the door with unbreakable vines that grew from the earth. All the elements to keep the dark majesty from every emerging into the light again… hopefully…
I sealed his cage with an eternal wind sphere, surrounding it with ice crystals throught the room in form of spikes then sealed the metal door to the room shut with a gold and blood red flame and covered the door with unbreakable vines that grew from the earth. All the elements to keep the dark majesty from every emerging into the light again… hopefully
”So…we have been friends for how long?”
”I think it will be about 10 years this year.”
”Wow…I still remember your very short hair back in elementary.”
”Oh no, that was a horrible hair cut. Please don’t mention it.”
”I thought it was cute, honestly.”
”Haha, you’re funny. You said you wanted to ask me about something just now?”
”Yeah…Have you had your first kiss?”
”That’s your question? You haven’t seen me in 3 years and you wanted to ask me about that?”
”Yeah…So…Have you?”
”No. Unfortunately.Why do you ask?”
”Because I want you to know that, the first person who kisses you, loves you. Very much.”
”Okay…”
”Now close your eyes.”
”What? Are you serious?”
”Just do it.”
My lips are then sealed with a very special kiss from a dear friend.
I miss you. I love you.
It came in the mailbox today. Pristine and white. No writing whatsoever. I wondered if I should open it. Was it really for me? I couldn’t be sure.
With a kiss. An envelope sealed with a kiss. A lipstick kiss and/or a spritz of perfume. Or maybe sealed with a fancy wax embossed seal. The red wax will drip down the envelope.
my lips are locked
nothing can escape
I have no trust
even in these four walls
that I call my refuge
my safety
my only place of true freedom
I can’t bring myself
to let it go
to stop lying to myself
to forget
and move on.
it is a burden
I will carry for the rest of my life
until I die
I will never escape
never fly away
always weighed down
practically drowning
in my regret
living in constant
chaotic fear
There was a door at the end of the room that had a plastic, yellow tape that sealed around it’s edges. Bob walked up and flicked open his jackknife. He carefully cut the seal around the perimeter. When he was done he stepped back and looked at the door. On it was written airlock. He turned the door and opened it. The cold, blackness of space was on the other side. In the distance a sun was burning. Bob floated away.
my diary is sealed so that no one can read it my lips are sealed I will not tell your eyes should be sealed don’t look
The room was sealed completely shut. His father had assured him of that several times, and Jonathan was completely grateful. Had it not been, he could have gone out and hurt someone, consumed by the sickness within his own mind that was borne of the hatred of men.
In the dark room Jonathan waited for the moon to rise, for it was then–and only then–that the monster ever struck. When he was younger he had wondered if the monster was attracted to the moon or if it was simply a matter of the timing, but now, when he was so old at the age of fourteen, he no longer cared; all that mattered was the pain, and the rage, and the morning after.
our world was sealed in a dream. there was no way we could break free from it even if we wanted to. it was never inaccessible, we could always experience it, but only in our own little hearts and minds
He licked and sealed the envelope, careful not to cut his old, wrinkly lips. Taking out his favorite pen, he wrote one last message: “Goodbye my love,”
He gripped the bottle tightly, his palm sweaty. He just wanted to succeed once in his life, but he wasn’t sure if he could. He wasn’t sure if he ever could, even with the help of his best friend. A single tear rolled down his cheek as his friend spoke:
“Patrick, the lid!”
it sealed the deal.
his dismissal. his anger.
it pushed me away when i couldn’t pull myself away.
so i finished the letter, sealed it shut and left it on the dresser.
i walked out the door with a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.