She dodged through the woods, her lungs burning and her vision tunnelling. A stitch in her side gave her an awkward gait, slowing her down slightly, but she was still faster than them. She knew these woods from years spent wandering as a child. Her persuers were simply hired thugs from out of town. They didn’t know every ravine, hornets nest, and mudhole like she did. But they would.
Maggie
He holds up a scrap of paper, and it takes me a moment to recognize my own handwriting. His hands are pale spiders in the half-light. I can’t see his eyes—they are enveloped in the dark shadows under his eyebrows—but every muscle in his skinny body is taut, strained.
A shudder passes through him, and I realize with a jolt that he is truly very angry.
So he had read it.
“Whose side are you on?” he demands. His chest his heaving and each word comes hissing out like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.
My tongue is heavy. It’s time to tell him the truth, I suppose. I give him a long, infinitely sad look before I am able to find any words. I just hope that they’re the right ones.
He holds up a scrap of paper, and it takes me a moment to recognize my own handwriting. His hands are pale spiders in the half-light. I can’t see his eyes—they are enveloped in the dark shadows under his eyebrows—but his every muscle in his skinny body is taught, strained.
A shudder passes through him, and I realize with a jolt that he is truly very angry.
So he had read it.
“Whose side are you on?” he demands. His chest his heaving and each word comes hissing out like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.
My tongue is heavy. It’s time to tell him the truth, I suppose. I give him a long, infinitely sad look before I am able to find any words. I just hope that they’re the right ones.
on the other side of town there is this girl who made me smile one day
she told me this joke about her mother wich cracked me up.
Her smile and mine where inertwined and then I looked in her eyes.
I noticed it was shining and I knew, she’s the one.
Robin Peys
Now, I don’t know about this word. but I think you have to live your life how you want to. So heres a new word for you guys; Live.
Ellie
Side by side. Being by someone’s side. Anyone’s side. It feels great and comforting. A sense of security. There’s nothing more wonderful than being by his side.
side by side they sat on the park bench. They uttered nothing to eat other as they devoured their lunches. Each with a neat, packed lunchbox with a sandwich, fruit, a bottle of water and a small pack of dried fruit and nuts.
the side of the box’s length varies. It cane be big or small, long or short depending on who is in the box and how much they have paid. When you look over the side of the box you don’t know who you will see. sometimes you won’t see anyone at all
Jo
there are different sides of life and people. at times we see one side at other times the other depends on the situation that surrounds you.its really wierd!
tavleen kaur
On the other side of the Niagara Falls. Thats where I was when I was little, so small i could barely remember it. What happened to those times though? I miss being young… and I miss that side of the falls. Maybe it would have led me down a different path.
Ellie
My side hurts me right now. The left side of the brain controls the right side of the body and the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body. I don’t have manicure on all my nails on my right hand. I like the beach, i’m always by your side.
Mano
so i walked sideway. it was a rainy day and i decided not to go for my usual route. feeling depressed i deliberately avoided paths where i could bump into people. people. the last thing i wanted to encounter on this particular day.
D Racky
As on the side of the the other world was the magic, as in the other side of the screen was the world, as in the other side of the window as the screen, as in the other side of the mirror was the window… as if it was all true, the sides… but which to choose from… My side?
Diego
you never have to choose sides if you’re apathetic to everything. Does that make you cold and unfeeling? or does that give you an easier way out with no arguments and sides to choose to be on? Life’s easier that way, no?
jez
when we stepped out of the plane, everything was black. the fuselage strewn everywhere, one wing vertical, the craft on its side
Kevin
I want to lay side by side and see the stars raining down. They’ll burn up, bright lights and flames flying.
her side was beautiful, laying right against my skin. her body was so elongated and mesmorizing.
Niki
Why does he always have to choose a side? Can’t there be an in-between? But that’s the thing that’s kind of wrong for him. He always has to have a stand. He views things as black and white and it disappoints him. Because there are cases where the black and white don’t matter.
Pi
I am sitting at the side of the lounge and i can feel his eyes on me. He seems to be an well-read person.
He was always pushed to the sidelines. But he liked it there. No one ever looked at him, looked at the strange kid watching from the side. But he could see everyone, see everything, all the secrets people tried to hide behind empty smiles and false words.
Bella
Every person has a bright side and a dark side. It depends on the mood the person is in, the environment he/she is in, or what time of day it is that is almost proprtional to the probability or either side to show itself.
Nour A. Sobh
I had to reach the other side of the moutain by dawn. I had been on the run for a while know and to go over was goint to takle all my will power ! i needed to do this for him, for him i told myself
i have just done this one! When i think about ‘side’ i think about my father being on the other side of the world to me, and how i miss him daliy but at the same time i don’t if you get me !
sidewalk is the best invention on the planet, not the ones you think of on the streets, no. Sidewalk like in skateboarding. Side walking. Haven’t tried it yet? Go ahead and buy a board and see how it makes you feel!
Magnus
There were only one thought on my mind after the gunshots was heard, and that was to get to the right side of the house where we had cover from the gunman line of fire.
The side of the pool was my only hope of not drowning and I was instantly dragged away from it by Anna. I kicked about and made big splashes behind my body. then i died. k. the end. :) c:
sides can be used in sports. like when there are two teams, and someone will yell “whos side are you on?”. or in a fight when there are two people involved, your friends will make you pick sides.
Sophie
There is a side in the world that everyone seeks to reach. It’s the side of the world where all of our happiness and sanctuary is held. Everything is perfect and the way how we want to live life by.
I’m terrified of the dark side of myself. It haunts me everyday, waiting round corners, crouching under my bed.
Susanna
Every story has two sides, but that does not mean one of them is more true than the other. Side doesn’t mean separation, side means different perspectives. Two sides or three sides, or four sides – all the sides together make things and life complete.
Andreea
I”ve always loved the sidewalks, to watch people pass by.
Doesn’t matter where they are going or where they want to go.
All they need to know is what side they want to be on.
Black or white.
Does it really matter?
I’m not really too sure about that.
samantha
If the sides are not visible, there will never be a whole. It is underrated.. It’s always about the top and the bottom; never about the sides. Nobody can sense its relevance. It’s just there. But its important to us. It’s important to build a whole.
Carinna Andrea Reyes
we all have a dark side to us but it never sees the day light.i have a dark side too which i fear to let it out open in the world.this world has many sides to it,some ugly some sweet some sour some fakes or some genuine.
nitin
You think you’re with the free but I think you’re with the oppressed. I think I’m with the free but you think I’m with the oppressed. But, still, we stand side by side, hand in hand. And who I am and who you are really depends on which side people stand on when they’re judging us.
innards
you were always by my side tell me whatever happened to us? Was i just another puppet for you silly little show? Please tell me how something so beautiful can turn out so ugly.
Its not about the point of the argument I stated in my most confident voice, its that you never take my side. He hung his head, knowing I was right, there was just no way this was ever going to be the same again.
You were by my side.
You were on my side.
Now the world seems to me, a different kind of place.
Cindy
I lay on my bed, lying on my right side, constantly tossing and turning. I finally gained the courage to look at the clock. It was 3:14 am. How long had it been since I had slept? It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the thoughts bouncing around in my head. Had she really taken off in a stumbled banter? I swear I had dreamt it, but turning over to my left, I realized the vast emptiness of our bed.
Ashley
the side walk is narrow and dark. its too errie.
soma dutta
On the side of the road stood an old woman. She was bent over, clutching at a stitch in her side. Pulling up along side of her, I rolled down my window and leaned over, concerned for her. When I asked if she wanted a ride, she hopped into the passenger side of my car.
She dodged through the woods, her lungs burning and her vision tunnelling. A stitch in her side gave her an awkward gait, slowing her down slightly, but she was still faster than them. She knew these woods from years spent wandering as a child. Her persuers were simply hired thugs from out of town. They didn’t know every ravine, hornets nest, and mudhole like she did. But they would.
He holds up a scrap of paper, and it takes me a moment to recognize my own handwriting. His hands are pale spiders in the half-light. I can’t see his eyes—they are enveloped in the dark shadows under his eyebrows—but every muscle in his skinny body is taut, strained.
A shudder passes through him, and I realize with a jolt that he is truly very angry.
So he had read it.
“Whose side are you on?” he demands. His chest his heaving and each word comes hissing out like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.
My tongue is heavy. It’s time to tell him the truth, I suppose. I give him a long, infinitely sad look before I am able to find any words. I just hope that they’re the right ones.
“My own.”
He holds up a scrap of paper, and it takes me a moment to recognize my own handwriting. His hands are pale spiders in the half-light. I can’t see his eyes—they are enveloped in the dark shadows under his eyebrows—but his every muscle in his skinny body is taught, strained.
A shudder passes through him, and I realize with a jolt that he is truly very angry.
So he had read it.
“Whose side are you on?” he demands. His chest his heaving and each word comes hissing out like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.
My tongue is heavy. It’s time to tell him the truth, I suppose. I give him a long, infinitely sad look before I am able to find any words. I just hope that they’re the right ones.
“My own.”
on the other side of town there is this girl who made me smile one day
she told me this joke about her mother wich cracked me up.
Her smile and mine where inertwined and then I looked in her eyes.
I noticed it was shining and I knew, she’s the one.
Now, I don’t know about this word. but I think you have to live your life how you want to. So heres a new word for you guys; Live.
Side by side. Being by someone’s side. Anyone’s side. It feels great and comforting. A sense of security. There’s nothing more wonderful than being by his side.
side by side they sat on the park bench. They uttered nothing to eat other as they devoured their lunches. Each with a neat, packed lunchbox with a sandwich, fruit, a bottle of water and a small pack of dried fruit and nuts.
the side of the box’s length varies. It cane be big or small, long or short depending on who is in the box and how much they have paid. When you look over the side of the box you don’t know who you will see. sometimes you won’t see anyone at all
there are different sides of life and people. at times we see one side at other times the other depends on the situation that surrounds you.its really wierd!
On the other side of the Niagara Falls. Thats where I was when I was little, so small i could barely remember it. What happened to those times though? I miss being young… and I miss that side of the falls. Maybe it would have led me down a different path.
My side hurts me right now. The left side of the brain controls the right side of the body and the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body. I don’t have manicure on all my nails on my right hand. I like the beach, i’m always by your side.
so i walked sideway. it was a rainy day and i decided not to go for my usual route. feeling depressed i deliberately avoided paths where i could bump into people. people. the last thing i wanted to encounter on this particular day.
As on the side of the the other world was the magic, as in the other side of the screen was the world, as in the other side of the window as the screen, as in the other side of the mirror was the window… as if it was all true, the sides… but which to choose from… My side?
you never have to choose sides if you’re apathetic to everything. Does that make you cold and unfeeling? or does that give you an easier way out with no arguments and sides to choose to be on? Life’s easier that way, no?
when we stepped out of the plane, everything was black. the fuselage strewn everywhere, one wing vertical, the craft on its side
I want to lay side by side and see the stars raining down. They’ll burn up, bright lights and flames flying.
her side was beautiful, laying right against my skin. her body was so elongated and mesmorizing.
Why does he always have to choose a side? Can’t there be an in-between? But that’s the thing that’s kind of wrong for him. He always has to have a stand. He views things as black and white and it disappoints him. Because there are cases where the black and white don’t matter.
I am sitting at the side of the lounge and i can feel his eyes on me. He seems to be an well-read person.
He was always pushed to the sidelines. But he liked it there. No one ever looked at him, looked at the strange kid watching from the side. But he could see everyone, see everything, all the secrets people tried to hide behind empty smiles and false words.
Every person has a bright side and a dark side. It depends on the mood the person is in, the environment he/she is in, or what time of day it is that is almost proprtional to the probability or either side to show itself.
I had to reach the other side of the moutain by dawn. I had been on the run for a while know and to go over was goint to takle all my will power ! i needed to do this for him, for him i told myself
i have just done this one! When i think about ‘side’ i think about my father being on the other side of the world to me, and how i miss him daliy but at the same time i don’t if you get me !
sidewalk is the best invention on the planet, not the ones you think of on the streets, no. Sidewalk like in skateboarding. Side walking. Haven’t tried it yet? Go ahead and buy a board and see how it makes you feel!
There were only one thought on my mind after the gunshots was heard, and that was to get to the right side of the house where we had cover from the gunman line of fire.
The side of the pool was my only hope of not drowning and I was instantly dragged away from it by Anna. I kicked about and made big splashes behind my body. then i died. k. the end. :) c:
sides can be used in sports. like when there are two teams, and someone will yell “whos side are you on?”. or in a fight when there are two people involved, your friends will make you pick sides.
There is a side in the world that everyone seeks to reach. It’s the side of the world where all of our happiness and sanctuary is held. Everything is perfect and the way how we want to live life by.
I’m terrified of the dark side of myself. It haunts me everyday, waiting round corners, crouching under my bed.
Every story has two sides, but that does not mean one of them is more true than the other. Side doesn’t mean separation, side means different perspectives. Two sides or three sides, or four sides – all the sides together make things and life complete.
I”ve always loved the sidewalks, to watch people pass by.
Doesn’t matter where they are going or where they want to go.
All they need to know is what side they want to be on.
Black or white.
Does it really matter?
I’m not really too sure about that.
If the sides are not visible, there will never be a whole. It is underrated.. It’s always about the top and the bottom; never about the sides. Nobody can sense its relevance. It’s just there. But its important to us. It’s important to build a whole.
we all have a dark side to us but it never sees the day light.i have a dark side too which i fear to let it out open in the world.this world has many sides to it,some ugly some sweet some sour some fakes or some genuine.
You think you’re with the free but I think you’re with the oppressed. I think I’m with the free but you think I’m with the oppressed. But, still, we stand side by side, hand in hand. And who I am and who you are really depends on which side people stand on when they’re judging us.
you were always by my side tell me whatever happened to us? Was i just another puppet for you silly little show? Please tell me how something so beautiful can turn out so ugly.
Its not about the point of the argument I stated in my most confident voice, its that you never take my side. He hung his head, knowing I was right, there was just no way this was ever going to be the same again.
You were by my side.
You were on my side.
Now the world seems to me, a different kind of place.
I lay on my bed, lying on my right side, constantly tossing and turning. I finally gained the courage to look at the clock. It was 3:14 am. How long had it been since I had slept? It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the thoughts bouncing around in my head. Had she really taken off in a stumbled banter? I swear I had dreamt it, but turning over to my left, I realized the vast emptiness of our bed.
the side walk is narrow and dark. its too errie.
On the side of the road stood an old woman. She was bent over, clutching at a stitch in her side. Pulling up along side of her, I rolled down my window and leaned over, concerned for her. When I asked if she wanted a ride, she hopped into the passenger side of my car.