Here I am sitting in my chair. It’s not a comfy chair in the least, but it’s a chair nonetheless. It makes me think about all the people in the world who don’t have chairs to sit on. What do they sit on? Do they wish they had chairs? Or do they prefer the bare floor or ground? Perhaps a mat to sit on. One could also sit on a couch, I suppose, but I guess even less
Brandi R.
my pants slide across slick vinyl. i am sitting in front of the computer, typing like a banshee out of heaven. the tv is on and talking. my butt is falling asleep.
I love sitting on my ass. It starts out skinny and gets really, really fat.
If I wasn’t sitting then I couldn’t write this story. So, what kind of lame word of the day was this you lazy ass bastards. Just kidding.
It’s my bad.
roger wilko
I love sitting, i mean what better way to rest yourself then sit? But you have to have a normal sized to big rump to sit correctly. I have found out that skinny people cannot sit correctly while having no butt. It just hurts too much. Sitting normally happens when more than one person is there.
Fenix
sitting at a hammock; clover; breezy lemonade, but thats too cliche; a woman siting in a mans lap, idle petting, pawing, kissing, fucking; some idealystic and stupid sunset in the background; titanic; never seen it; nonexistent; wrong; not real; not mine.
margaux
Sitting can be an awful thing to do, but usually it’s relaxing. People just don’t understand that you can acomplish so very much just sitting. you’re not just sitting on your butt, you’re also thinking about stuff. Like right now, I’m sitting… But i’m also doing stuff. Worthwhile stuff too, I’m not just frying out my brains on the computer. Well… kind of…
David Hill
Sitting, staring at a blank screen–what kind of life is this, this writing life? Nothing is guaranteed. I can toil for weeks, months, turn in the manuscript, and reap only rejection for my reward. Sometimes it makes me want to tear my hair out, slit my wrists, drink.
Ethan Thomas
i was sitting in a chair once. It was quite fun. I had a wonderful time sitting in that chair. Keep going you say!? Fuck you! I’m here working my ass off making coffee for all of fucking red bluff, and you tell me keep going!? I want you to go be a reporter and get jacked in the junk bitch. I want a plane to fly by and hit you in the face.
SP
Waiting for you
when will you come?
God I miss you.
Why does everyone always leave me?
Am I destined to be alone?
Please come back
I miss you.
Kelly-ann
i was sitting down in a place to relax and let myself go. there are so many stressful things in this world, but there are so few avenues when we can relax and just sit. Not without a single care in the world. But it was at that point in time that i realized that the world’s stress wouldn’t let me sit and relax, rather, my brain was rushing.
Bobby Zahedi
i was sitting on a bench one day when he came to be and said i need you to come with me
you need to be here
he said
he said lightly in a forceful tone
sit down i said
sit down and rest you’ve come so far so far from here you need to rest
i was panicked
please sit i said
he said he’d rather leave, he’d rather me leave with him.
this is how he came to be.
keeks
a place in time just a place sitting as if waiting for a moment to arrive, a song we sing, a view unseen a place just sitting, a poem to write, a thought to thing, just sitting. I am just sitting. just thinking. just being. just loving.
nika
i was sitting here on my bed and i was going through the stumble upon pages and came across this page that asked me to write about the word “sitting.” i was thinking i should write something witty, but instead i just decided to write what happened as it happened.
shayna
bench. lovers. i see a man all aloone with no wife, and he just wants someone to listen. he is the kind of man everyone thinks is a creep, just for sitting there. one day, someone will listen to this man and they will write about him. this man will be a legend… his only love taken from him.
Kelly Beaudoin
is always nice to do by yourself in a worm cafe on a cludy rainy day or it is nice to sit in a field of beautiful fowers and bsque in the warm sun amungst good friends on a summer afternoon
jar jar binx
I’m sitting writing this wondering what to say, watching the green bar going across the screen thinking that all we do is either sit, stand or lie horizontal–the vast majority of humans having this in common. I’m sitting now.
Alizebeth
Sitting down seemed like a good idea at the time. There wasn’t really anything to do and she felt plainly uncomfortable standing around like an idiot, a lone tree on the plain.
Deirdre
…down at the dining room table, i thought about the last time that i actually had a second to actually sit down without having to do something. it had been awhile since the kids left with their mother. i really miss them though. but now that i have the time… i have nothing to say.
Michael Wesley Collins
sitting on the ground. sitting in a chair. sitting sucks. just go running.
John Howard
i’m sitting right now. i’m thinking about moving to Australia with a friend. a new friend. but one of those people that you know you can get along with–like you’ve known forever maybe. i love people like that. i’m going to go for like 6 months to a year. but i’m leaving in august. that only 3 months. there’s a lot to do. and right now i’m just sitting here.
a girl
Sitting around is one of the most boring, and intensive things ever been invented. Every situation in which your sitting has something your sitting for. Sitting to watch TV, sitting to wait for someone to come off an airplane as you wait in the terminal. Our life revolves around sitting and waiting for something to happen. Sitting down on your first date with the person your going to marry, for example. Thank god for butts.
Trisha
i was sitting all alone, as usual. as usual feeling alone and depressed thinking of all the things I used to do and all the things I could be doing if only I weren’t haunted by depression. If only, it’s as if it were another time and place when I was free from this hell.
hailey jo
so aparently I’m writing about a word above me, which happens to be “sitting.” I happen to be sitting right now, typing about the word and doing what it the word is. I spend a lot of time sitting. You’d think my ass would get sore, but no. it is in fact fine. Probably due to the fact that I sit so much, my behind is used to it. Sitting is rather comfortable,
William Robeson
Sitting is a very useful tool to the human race.
If it wasn’t for sitting, where would we be?
I think we would be a very tired civilization.
This may be one of the most useful tricks in our back.
Derek Berry
Sitting is really gnarly especially after you stand up all day it’s like magic cola dripping down your spine into your body through red and blue veins
j mystero
I was sitting alone in the treehouse I had helped build when I was ten thinking what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I had just graduated from high school and was completely lost. No one was telling me where to go, what to do, and how to do it any longer. As I looked out of the forty acres my family owned I felt like I had the whole world at my feet, but no direction to get there. And then I had a wonderful idea. I would pack a bag, grab my guitar and head to Paris, a three day trip. From there, I would let everything just happen.
D Hert
I was sitting in my room. On a dildo. It felt pretty good, but when the ninjas attacked it caught me off guard. I could not get to my chainsaw fast enough, so I had to go bare handed which decreased my kill count. It sucked.
Nero
i love him
alecsandra
I am sitting all alone in a lonely cell wondering if the world will ever be right again. I once knew who I was and what I was doing, but all that I ever seem to do these days is sit. I am a sitting duck among a pack of hounds with nothing to do or say more. Sitting will never be what
Erica Dean
An action at rest. Often done when facing pressure in schools; tests are your object and the act of sitting is your comfort. Having two legs has its downsides.
roland B
reading, petting the dog, watching tv. checking to see if he emailed me. doing my stupid homework or thinking about doing my stupid homework. pet the cat, sip some tea. check the email again. myspace facebook, check his profile. feel stupid. call boyfriend, feel guilty.
miss thang
well i was sitting at the table thinking about how comfortable the chair was when i noticed it was for sale. i immediately bought it but when i got home it fell to pieces.
thats why i have a pile of rubble in my lunge. i sat on it a few too many times.
hehe
pb
down on a park bench watching my kids play. smiling at them climb on the play structure laughing happily
athena
she is sitting by the window, holding a cup of tea but does not bother to drink it. She misses he sister
An Rei
letting the fat congeal in my bum. remote in hand, no sports for me. i’ve given up. watch tv instead. live through other people’s lives…even tho they’re lame. better than being engaged in life and possibly being hurt…or laughed at.
meta.4@hotmail.com
OK, squatting close to the ground, Loving the earth. Feeling the dirt.
Sasha Age 8
no movement. No progress. Just impeding the way of others. growing fat. growing old. and yet not growing and halting the speed of others. a chair on a train track, and you sit there as you would in a dentists chair.
Nato
In a park alone. Solitude. Embracing the environment. Taking time out. Something I haven’t thought to actively do in a long time. Relaxing. Cliche park-side dates. Loving life. Spectating.
Kennedy
i was sitting and appreciating the sun on my face.I saw the best of my years go down the drain trying to appreciate the boundaries i had set out for myself. however, while sitting here, i realized that there were better things in life, things that needed to be appreciated more. the fine smell of the grass being cut, the taste of fresh dew filled air and the sights of friends and family enjoying themselves in the yard. it was truly a revelation.
drew swanson
im sitting here… and im supposed to be studying. but what am i doing? I’m on this oneword website that i saw on my friend’s msn nick. Such a time waster. But perfect for a procrastinator like me. I wonder why im sitting here typing this. and i wonder how many people are actually sitting where they are writing this and wasting time. hmm.
Here I am sitting in my chair. It’s not a comfy chair in the least, but it’s a chair nonetheless. It makes me think about all the people in the world who don’t have chairs to sit on. What do they sit on? Do they wish they had chairs? Or do they prefer the bare floor or ground? Perhaps a mat to sit on. One could also sit on a couch, I suppose, but I guess even less
my pants slide across slick vinyl. i am sitting in front of the computer, typing like a banshee out of heaven. the tv is on and talking. my butt is falling asleep.
Sitting by Roger Wilko
rogerwilko@gmail.com
I love sitting on my ass. It starts out skinny and gets really, really fat.
If I wasn’t sitting then I couldn’t write this story. So, what kind of lame word of the day was this you lazy ass bastards. Just kidding.
It’s my bad.
I love sitting, i mean what better way to rest yourself then sit? But you have to have a normal sized to big rump to sit correctly. I have found out that skinny people cannot sit correctly while having no butt. It just hurts too much. Sitting normally happens when more than one person is there.
sitting at a hammock; clover; breezy lemonade, but thats too cliche; a woman siting in a mans lap, idle petting, pawing, kissing, fucking; some idealystic and stupid sunset in the background; titanic; never seen it; nonexistent; wrong; not real; not mine.
Sitting can be an awful thing to do, but usually it’s relaxing. People just don’t understand that you can acomplish so very much just sitting. you’re not just sitting on your butt, you’re also thinking about stuff. Like right now, I’m sitting… But i’m also doing stuff. Worthwhile stuff too, I’m not just frying out my brains on the computer. Well… kind of…
Sitting, staring at a blank screen–what kind of life is this, this writing life? Nothing is guaranteed. I can toil for weeks, months, turn in the manuscript, and reap only rejection for my reward. Sometimes it makes me want to tear my hair out, slit my wrists, drink.
i was sitting in a chair once. It was quite fun. I had a wonderful time sitting in that chair. Keep going you say!? Fuck you! I’m here working my ass off making coffee for all of fucking red bluff, and you tell me keep going!? I want you to go be a reporter and get jacked in the junk bitch. I want a plane to fly by and hit you in the face.
Waiting for you
when will you come?
God I miss you.
Why does everyone always leave me?
Am I destined to be alone?
Please come back
I miss you.
i was sitting down in a place to relax and let myself go. there are so many stressful things in this world, but there are so few avenues when we can relax and just sit. Not without a single care in the world. But it was at that point in time that i realized that the world’s stress wouldn’t let me sit and relax, rather, my brain was rushing.
i was sitting on a bench one day when he came to be and said i need you to come with me
you need to be here
he said
he said lightly in a forceful tone
sit down i said
sit down and rest you’ve come so far so far from here you need to rest
i was panicked
please sit i said
he said he’d rather leave, he’d rather me leave with him.
this is how he came to be.
a place in time just a place sitting as if waiting for a moment to arrive, a song we sing, a view unseen a place just sitting, a poem to write, a thought to thing, just sitting. I am just sitting. just thinking. just being. just loving.
i was sitting here on my bed and i was going through the stumble upon pages and came across this page that asked me to write about the word “sitting.” i was thinking i should write something witty, but instead i just decided to write what happened as it happened.
bench. lovers. i see a man all aloone with no wife, and he just wants someone to listen. he is the kind of man everyone thinks is a creep, just for sitting there. one day, someone will listen to this man and they will write about him. this man will be a legend… his only love taken from him.
is always nice to do by yourself in a worm cafe on a cludy rainy day or it is nice to sit in a field of beautiful fowers and bsque in the warm sun amungst good friends on a summer afternoon
I’m sitting writing this wondering what to say, watching the green bar going across the screen thinking that all we do is either sit, stand or lie horizontal–the vast majority of humans having this in common. I’m sitting now.
Sitting down seemed like a good idea at the time. There wasn’t really anything to do and she felt plainly uncomfortable standing around like an idiot, a lone tree on the plain.
…down at the dining room table, i thought about the last time that i actually had a second to actually sit down without having to do something. it had been awhile since the kids left with their mother. i really miss them though. but now that i have the time… i have nothing to say.
sitting on the ground. sitting in a chair. sitting sucks. just go running.
i’m sitting right now. i’m thinking about moving to Australia with a friend. a new friend. but one of those people that you know you can get along with–like you’ve known forever maybe. i love people like that. i’m going to go for like 6 months to a year. but i’m leaving in august. that only 3 months. there’s a lot to do. and right now i’m just sitting here.
Sitting around is one of the most boring, and intensive things ever been invented. Every situation in which your sitting has something your sitting for. Sitting to watch TV, sitting to wait for someone to come off an airplane as you wait in the terminal. Our life revolves around sitting and waiting for something to happen. Sitting down on your first date with the person your going to marry, for example. Thank god for butts.
i was sitting all alone, as usual. as usual feeling alone and depressed thinking of all the things I used to do and all the things I could be doing if only I weren’t haunted by depression. If only, it’s as if it were another time and place when I was free from this hell.
so aparently I’m writing about a word above me, which happens to be “sitting.” I happen to be sitting right now, typing about the word and doing what it the word is. I spend a lot of time sitting. You’d think my ass would get sore, but no. it is in fact fine. Probably due to the fact that I sit so much, my behind is used to it. Sitting is rather comfortable,
Sitting is a very useful tool to the human race.
If it wasn’t for sitting, where would we be?
I think we would be a very tired civilization.
This may be one of the most useful tricks in our back.
Sitting is really gnarly especially after you stand up all day it’s like magic cola dripping down your spine into your body through red and blue veins
I was sitting alone in the treehouse I had helped build when I was ten thinking what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I had just graduated from high school and was completely lost. No one was telling me where to go, what to do, and how to do it any longer. As I looked out of the forty acres my family owned I felt like I had the whole world at my feet, but no direction to get there. And then I had a wonderful idea. I would pack a bag, grab my guitar and head to Paris, a three day trip. From there, I would let everything just happen.
I was sitting in my room. On a dildo. It felt pretty good, but when the ninjas attacked it caught me off guard. I could not get to my chainsaw fast enough, so I had to go bare handed which decreased my kill count. It sucked.
i love him
I am sitting all alone in a lonely cell wondering if the world will ever be right again. I once knew who I was and what I was doing, but all that I ever seem to do these days is sit. I am a sitting duck among a pack of hounds with nothing to do or say more. Sitting will never be what
An action at rest. Often done when facing pressure in schools; tests are your object and the act of sitting is your comfort. Having two legs has its downsides.
reading, petting the dog, watching tv. checking to see if he emailed me. doing my stupid homework or thinking about doing my stupid homework. pet the cat, sip some tea. check the email again. myspace facebook, check his profile. feel stupid. call boyfriend, feel guilty.
well i was sitting at the table thinking about how comfortable the chair was when i noticed it was for sale. i immediately bought it but when i got home it fell to pieces.
thats why i have a pile of rubble in my lunge. i sat on it a few too many times.
hehe
down on a park bench watching my kids play. smiling at them climb on the play structure laughing happily
she is sitting by the window, holding a cup of tea but does not bother to drink it. She misses he sister
letting the fat congeal in my bum. remote in hand, no sports for me. i’ve given up. watch tv instead. live through other people’s lives…even tho they’re lame. better than being engaged in life and possibly being hurt…or laughed at.
OK, squatting close to the ground, Loving the earth. Feeling the dirt.
no movement. No progress. Just impeding the way of others. growing fat. growing old. and yet not growing and halting the speed of others. a chair on a train track, and you sit there as you would in a dentists chair.
In a park alone. Solitude. Embracing the environment. Taking time out. Something I haven’t thought to actively do in a long time. Relaxing. Cliche park-side dates. Loving life. Spectating.
i was sitting and appreciating the sun on my face.I saw the best of my years go down the drain trying to appreciate the boundaries i had set out for myself. however, while sitting here, i realized that there were better things in life, things that needed to be appreciated more. the fine smell of the grass being cut, the taste of fresh dew filled air and the sights of friends and family enjoying themselves in the yard. it was truly a revelation.
im sitting here… and im supposed to be studying. but what am i doing? I’m on this oneword website that i saw on my friend’s msn nick. Such a time waster. But perfect for a procrastinator like me. I wonder why im sitting here typing this. and i wonder how many people are actually sitting where they are writing this and wasting time. hmm.