The criminal was sentenced to thirty years in prison. HIs childhood flashed in front of his eyes. All those beautiful moments. So free. The fresh air filling his lungs. All that would be gone soon. That dark cell would become his friend, it would become his home.
Alexis Nichporuck
The hammer fell and banged loudly upon the table. No mercy. It echoed in the chamber, in my ears, reminding me that I was going to die. There had been no trial. It was well known that I was a murderer. No one had dared to fight my case.
But they didn’t know the story. They didn’t know that I had killed him in self defense. Everybody took a man’s word over a woman’s
Sentenced.This means to phrase a sentence.Or it could also mean to sentence someone something.For example.in a court or Law and order,the judge sentences someone for death or life imprisonement. Though that’s what not you had in mind!
Tazmeen
She sentenced him to his fate long before he ever conceived of her; he didn’t understand her pain, didn’t even care. And he deserved to understand, he needed to know. If he didn’t, she thought he might as well die.
Ashley
it feels like a sentence to decide what i want to do here. i know that i am not resigned to lie down in one set of railroad tracks for the rest of my life waiting for the end to barrel down on me but it FEELS that way and oh the stress it’s a killer
its terrible when you’re sentenced to imprisonment, for life. but its even harder when you are sentenced to life. There is really no bailing in the latter. trying to become a writer the only thing i manage to sentence are words.
a man was sentenced to death that day. the town was shocked. how could he have let this happen. the blond lady cried as the verdict was called out, gasps of shock filled the room.
Audrey
Sentenced to a life that isn’t half-bad, really, but not being half-bad means it also isn’t half-good. Middle class rut with mortgages and marriages and children and the dreams slowly slipping away until you aren’t even really sure what there were in the first place. Is this the American dream, then?
i have been sentenced to a life of doing. whatever it is that must be done in order to ensure that i get a “well done” in the end. this sentencing isnt a result of wrong doing—-moreso of expectation—-of excitement—of knowing. ive been sentenced to more.
This marks one year of my lifetime sentence. Time had been passing by slow, but I am getting used to this monotonous life. Wake up. Exercise. Work. Eat. Sleep. I can only hope routine can keep me going.
“For your crimes the sentence is…death,” The crowd dissolved into murmurs interspersed with horrified gasps and the occasional cry for mercy. “She’s just a child!” one woman shouted, her voice breaking with the force of her plea.
The judge pounded his staff against the stone, the echo ringing in the early morning air. “Silence!” he bellowed, puffing out his chest imperiously. “This is the will of God,”
The girl in question raised her head, a small and terrifying smile balanced on her lips. “Not my god,” she spat.
sentence punsihment evil i don’t know, send an email, or a letter or something apples 1st of march
aa
I was not impressed with the verdict that was handed down to the prisoner, after he had took the life of my best friend. We all thought that the sentenced was too lenient and was not a strong enough deterrent against the fight to stop violence and to protect the life of the innocence.
It was too sudden. Mary couldn’t believe what she had just heard. He was innocent. He couldn’t even hurt a fly. Why would a cruel thing happen to him? Was God playing tricks? If so, it’s not a funny one.
Erin
The whale made majestic whale noises and the room spun in his head. Disorientated, he fell back in his cushioned carrot seat. Jack Rabbit was to serve a lifetime sentence, for the love of his life was dead, and he was the only witness and the only suspect.
She had been sentenced for her actions. It was true that she deserved it, but it seems that the truth was unclear. She headed off to her final ten minutes on earth, wondering what waited for her on the other side.
El chico se sentaba incómodo sobre aquel banco de piedra, condenado por las miradas de todos los que llenaban el lugar. Solo.
Messer
She was thirteen when they sentenced her to the cage. At fourteen, she decided that she would not speak. At fifteen, she began living inside her head. When she was a child she saw the world as a blank canvas, each tiny step painted a road. At thirteen, those around her began painted her canvas and spilled black paint. The young girl was never the same.
He was sentenced to a life of drama for all his inappropriate acting.
CherylChilds
It makes me think of being sentanced to jail
just like ned kelly
i wonder if he had feelings
or morals
or if he had an emotional connections
i wonder about that a lot
are all criminals heartless beasts
or are they still human
jessica
Found not guilty. Sentenced to life. I almost wish it had been the other way. He was going to have to live with this the rest of his life. They were letting him go. Now he’d have to live with his guilt- and I’d have to live with him.
Thinking about what to write. Just one simple sentece that you would look at and smile. I am no shakespear. I did not know that the fault isn’t in our stars but in ourselves. I have no great stenght of knowledge to know this. I am noone. I am me
Vikki
He was sentenced on a droll, humid day in late August. No one cried. The reporters all went about their business sullenly; they’d been here before, and they’d do this again. It was remarkably simple. He had done it, and now he would pay for it.
Laura
putting thoughts definitions or words in a sentence that makes sense. furnishing up work to make it look fancier. or sentenced like sentenced to death
Heidy
sentenced to jail for the rest of ones life could be one of the most upsetting things to ever happen to a human. why would you ever want to be sentenced to penalty or jail? it would be a life of loneliness and filled with regret. it would be a sad sentenced life.
kai
You’ve been sentenced to sentences, and that is all. You are stuck in words, and reality is closed from you. Its operations, its strange movements, the tangled muddle of thoughts that people usually experience – that is all gone. You shall be stuck forever in sentences, in ordered rational thoughts, unable to say what you mean, unable even to think it.
We marched on; the whole long line of us. Our feet dragged and our heads bobbed, as if to one, unheard beat. This was it, the end, the last companionship we would ever know.
In the wooden stalls behind me are filled with displeased children in suits and briefcases. The judges seat risen high. His face covered in white chalk and cheeks dabbed with red rose cream. Lips blackened with paint and wig filled with the fake white curls. The jury’s faces masked as rabbits and phillies. With a room filled with only silence, their strictened eyes carried upon me, scream.
Gavel pounded and glances towards the judge ” The defendant, found guilty on all charges and is sentenced to a painful eternity filled with lies and heartbreak.” No applause, the children rip off their suits and drop their suitcases and carry on outside the metal door. The jury walk orderly through the hidden door, and the judge just sits to admire me.
And soon my heart will be caged and drowned with everything I’ve deserved.
Throughout the trail, the accused man hadn’t lifted his head once. The pounding of the gavel brought him back to reality. The trial was over. He looked around wildly – “Not life imprisonment, please, not life imprisonment”. He heard the whispers around him and facts registered – death sentence.
He could have cried with relief. This was not punishment. He would soon be joining his son in the other world. His tiny innocent son who was killed for that thin thread of gold around his neck. The tiny thread that he had worked to hard to buy.
He sighed in satisfaction. He had blinded his son’s murderer. And there was no gold in the other world.
the man was sentenced to jail because he killed his wife. if hi wife hadnt have been a dirty nasty cheater married to a man with anger issues non if this would have happened but because of her hes sentenced to life in jail without parole. those poor children. wheres grandma wheres grandpa?
Larissa
It was the day, the day he was sentenced. He could remember it like it was yesterday even though it was just a memory now. A memory that seemed to plague his dreams. He missed his family, his friends his life. No one believed that he was being blamed for something he didnt do, they just wanted someone to put away, some one to make themselves feel better about what they did.
Catherine
i’m stuck here, sentenced to a life of pain and misery and angst. but i’ve only done it to myself. i can’t help it. sometimes i try and change but i never can. i always stay the same. i just what things to be different. i want to be different. i want to be able to be the person i want to be, but i keep reverting back to the person i was before, and it is so frustrating. one day i’ll change. one day i’ll be different.
Rather than making school a thing that feels needed for life, it feels as though society has sentenced everyone in The United States to twelve years of pure pain and irrelevance. They don’t teach us how to live, but they teach us to close our minds and do exactly as we’re told, whether what we’re told is morally (or psychologically) correct or not. I just desperately wish that they would make school less about the pointless academics, and more on the people skills needed to excel in the future.
The man, unshaven, walked down the row to the last room he would ever enter. He could not help but think that his ideas might be a little bit grim to be lit up for an audience to see– his eyes aglow with fire for a split second before going out completely.
alex mccoy
Ajmal Kasab was sentenced to death last year for his heinous crimes against Mumbai during the 26/11 attacks. Personally, I think he deserved a much harsher sentence like permanent solitary confinement to pay for his crimes.
Venkat
I have been sentenced.
The words encase me, hold me, threaten me with minatory haste.
I have been sentenced to forever behold the written word as one who desires nothing else.
Jotting down words,
The passing of words is a sentence
The writing of notes that compile a feeling
The telling of phrases, swoonworthy in mind
This is a sentence.
And a sentence.
(That’s all.)
How many people are there on planet earth? We are all going to the same place. Whether you like it or not. It will be exciting.
The criminal was sentenced to thirty years in prison. HIs childhood flashed in front of his eyes. All those beautiful moments. So free. The fresh air filling his lungs. All that would be gone soon. That dark cell would become his friend, it would become his home.
The hammer fell and banged loudly upon the table. No mercy. It echoed in the chamber, in my ears, reminding me that I was going to die. There had been no trial. It was well known that I was a murderer. No one had dared to fight my case.
But they didn’t know the story. They didn’t know that I had killed him in self defense. Everybody took a man’s word over a woman’s
Sentenced.This means to phrase a sentence.Or it could also mean to sentence someone something.For example.in a court or Law and order,the judge sentences someone for death or life imprisonement. Though that’s what not you had in mind!
She sentenced him to his fate long before he ever conceived of her; he didn’t understand her pain, didn’t even care. And he deserved to understand, he needed to know. If he didn’t, she thought he might as well die.
it feels like a sentence to decide what i want to do here. i know that i am not resigned to lie down in one set of railroad tracks for the rest of my life waiting for the end to barrel down on me but it FEELS that way and oh the stress it’s a killer
its terrible when you’re sentenced to imprisonment, for life. but its even harder when you are sentenced to life. There is really no bailing in the latter. trying to become a writer the only thing i manage to sentence are words.
a man was sentenced to death that day. the town was shocked. how could he have let this happen. the blond lady cried as the verdict was called out, gasps of shock filled the room.
Sentenced to a life that isn’t half-bad, really, but not being half-bad means it also isn’t half-good. Middle class rut with mortgages and marriages and children and the dreams slowly slipping away until you aren’t even really sure what there were in the first place. Is this the American dream, then?
i have been sentenced to a life of doing. whatever it is that must be done in order to ensure that i get a “well done” in the end. this sentencing isnt a result of wrong doing—-moreso of expectation—-of excitement—of knowing. ive been sentenced to more.
This marks one year of my lifetime sentence. Time had been passing by slow, but I am getting used to this monotonous life. Wake up. Exercise. Work. Eat. Sleep. I can only hope routine can keep me going.
“For your crimes the sentence is…death,” The crowd dissolved into murmurs interspersed with horrified gasps and the occasional cry for mercy. “She’s just a child!” one woman shouted, her voice breaking with the force of her plea.
The judge pounded his staff against the stone, the echo ringing in the early morning air. “Silence!” he bellowed, puffing out his chest imperiously. “This is the will of God,”
The girl in question raised her head, a small and terrifying smile balanced on her lips. “Not my god,” she spat.
sentence punsihment evil i don’t know, send an email, or a letter or something apples 1st of march
I was not impressed with the verdict that was handed down to the prisoner, after he had took the life of my best friend. We all thought that the sentenced was too lenient and was not a strong enough deterrent against the fight to stop violence and to protect the life of the innocence.
He was sentenced to death.
It was too sudden. Mary couldn’t believe what she had just heard. He was innocent. He couldn’t even hurt a fly. Why would a cruel thing happen to him? Was God playing tricks? If so, it’s not a funny one.
The whale made majestic whale noises and the room spun in his head. Disorientated, he fell back in his cushioned carrot seat. Jack Rabbit was to serve a lifetime sentence, for the love of his life was dead, and he was the only witness and the only suspect.
She had been sentenced for her actions. It was true that she deserved it, but it seems that the truth was unclear. She headed off to her final ten minutes on earth, wondering what waited for her on the other side.
El chico se sentaba incómodo sobre aquel banco de piedra, condenado por las miradas de todos los que llenaban el lugar. Solo.
She was thirteen when they sentenced her to the cage. At fourteen, she decided that she would not speak. At fifteen, she began living inside her head. When she was a child she saw the world as a blank canvas, each tiny step painted a road. At thirteen, those around her began painted her canvas and spilled black paint. The young girl was never the same.
He was sentenced to a life of drama for all his inappropriate acting.
It makes me think of being sentanced to jail
just like ned kelly
i wonder if he had feelings
or morals
or if he had an emotional connections
i wonder about that a lot
are all criminals heartless beasts
or are they still human
Found not guilty. Sentenced to life. I almost wish it had been the other way. He was going to have to live with this the rest of his life. They were letting him go. Now he’d have to live with his guilt- and I’d have to live with him.
Thinking about what to write. Just one simple sentece that you would look at and smile. I am no shakespear. I did not know that the fault isn’t in our stars but in ourselves. I have no great stenght of knowledge to know this. I am noone. I am me
He was sentenced on a droll, humid day in late August. No one cried. The reporters all went about their business sullenly; they’d been here before, and they’d do this again. It was remarkably simple. He had done it, and now he would pay for it.
putting thoughts definitions or words in a sentence that makes sense. furnishing up work to make it look fancier. or sentenced like sentenced to death
sentenced to jail for the rest of ones life could be one of the most upsetting things to ever happen to a human. why would you ever want to be sentenced to penalty or jail? it would be a life of loneliness and filled with regret. it would be a sad sentenced life.
You’ve been sentenced to sentences, and that is all. You are stuck in words, and reality is closed from you. Its operations, its strange movements, the tangled muddle of thoughts that people usually experience – that is all gone. You shall be stuck forever in sentences, in ordered rational thoughts, unable to say what you mean, unable even to think it.
We marched on; the whole long line of us. Our feet dragged and our heads bobbed, as if to one, unheard beat. This was it, the end, the last companionship we would ever know.
Sentenced for a something he didn’t do. Sentenced to a life she never wanted. Sentenced before he’s even born.
Sentenced with two short words.
“I do.”
In the wooden stalls behind me are filled with displeased children in suits and briefcases. The judges seat risen high. His face covered in white chalk and cheeks dabbed with red rose cream. Lips blackened with paint and wig filled with the fake white curls. The jury’s faces masked as rabbits and phillies. With a room filled with only silence, their strictened eyes carried upon me, scream.
Gavel pounded and glances towards the judge ” The defendant, found guilty on all charges and is sentenced to a painful eternity filled with lies and heartbreak.” No applause, the children rip off their suits and drop their suitcases and carry on outside the metal door. The jury walk orderly through the hidden door, and the judge just sits to admire me.
And soon my heart will be caged and drowned with everything I’ve deserved.
Throughout the trail, the accused man hadn’t lifted his head once. The pounding of the gavel brought him back to reality. The trial was over. He looked around wildly – “Not life imprisonment, please, not life imprisonment”. He heard the whispers around him and facts registered – death sentence.
He could have cried with relief. This was not punishment. He would soon be joining his son in the other world. His tiny innocent son who was killed for that thin thread of gold around his neck. The tiny thread that he had worked to hard to buy.
He sighed in satisfaction. He had blinded his son’s murderer. And there was no gold in the other world.
sentenced words must have a meaning!
the man was sentenced to jail because he killed his wife. if hi wife hadnt have been a dirty nasty cheater married to a man with anger issues non if this would have happened but because of her hes sentenced to life in jail without parole. those poor children. wheres grandma wheres grandpa?
It was the day, the day he was sentenced. He could remember it like it was yesterday even though it was just a memory now. A memory that seemed to plague his dreams. He missed his family, his friends his life. No one believed that he was being blamed for something he didnt do, they just wanted someone to put away, some one to make themselves feel better about what they did.
i’m stuck here, sentenced to a life of pain and misery and angst. but i’ve only done it to myself. i can’t help it. sometimes i try and change but i never can. i always stay the same. i just what things to be different. i want to be different. i want to be able to be the person i want to be, but i keep reverting back to the person i was before, and it is so frustrating. one day i’ll change. one day i’ll be different.
Rather than making school a thing that feels needed for life, it feels as though society has sentenced everyone in The United States to twelve years of pure pain and irrelevance. They don’t teach us how to live, but they teach us to close our minds and do exactly as we’re told, whether what we’re told is morally (or psychologically) correct or not. I just desperately wish that they would make school less about the pointless academics, and more on the people skills needed to excel in the future.
The man, unshaven, walked down the row to the last room he would ever enter. He could not help but think that his ideas might be a little bit grim to be lit up for an audience to see– his eyes aglow with fire for a split second before going out completely.
Ajmal Kasab was sentenced to death last year for his heinous crimes against Mumbai during the 26/11 attacks. Personally, I think he deserved a much harsher sentence like permanent solitary confinement to pay for his crimes.
I have been sentenced.
The words encase me, hold me, threaten me with minatory haste.
I have been sentenced to forever behold the written word as one who desires nothing else.
Jotting down words,
The passing of words is a sentence
The writing of notes that compile a feeling
The telling of phrases, swoonworthy in mind
This is a sentence.
And a sentence.
(That’s all.)