“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama’el couldn’t remember all the “nicknames” the little girl gave the people she met. It was as if she knew everyone in the Seireitei.
does this thing really only give one word a day? that’s a shame. I wish it gave more. I don’t really feel like writing about a thief right now.
blah blah
“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama’el couldn’t remember all the names of the people she’d met. It seemed that the girl knew everyone in the Seireitei.
xtaintedx3l0vex
thief. maybe i am a thief. I like to steal ideas and sometimes even desires. so I can make a selection of what i like and let other people steal from me. my ideas and my desires. we are all thiefs in this sense.
Julia
Thieves and liars….lief erickson might have been a thief. I stole the innocence of many a poor lady. They stole my car keys and drove away with my heart. Once stolen, we can continue searching.
Erikkk
A thief is a man who takes what was once existent. A pirate makes a copy of what exists. Have you ever found out your car was stolen but woken up in the morning and it was still there?
ron
I think my heart got stolen by a thief…isn’t that cliche? The girl is my moon, my only dream’s light, the reason any sort of happiness even exists around me or my immediate nature. It’s alright though, thieves don’t get enough credit these days. Metaphorically speaking, I am pretty un-poetic.
Michelle Krueger
He who steals a orange is a thief. He who steals a kingdom is a king.
BenZee561
Once upon a time there was a theif who tried to escape from a prison but his attempt failed, he was hanged the next day and although he could not make it out of the prison walls , he still managed to escape by his soul
I didn’t see him coming at first. I had just rounded the corner and was fishing through my purse, looking for my phone as it was getting dark and thought it best to call him to pick me up.
When he shoved me to the ground, I still hadn’t clued in to what had happened.
tracey
There was a thief who had three kids and a wife to feed. Unfortunately life has been cruel to them and so the thief continued to steal until one day he got caught up in a war in a different country and he had to find a way out, it took him ten years before he got back only to find that his wife married someone richer and is having a grand life.
Julia Anne Payumo
He crept into her apartment, simply to watch her sleep. That is how it began anyway. He had been here so many times before, although they were when he had been invited. This time it was intrusive. The thief in the apartment had stolen too many times. This was the worst of all. She was the thief – she had stolen his heart. And now he would get revenge on her…
Kirsty
I theif is a bad person that robs off others. Thief in the night. Thief after dark. It is also spelt strange. I then E. This is ard for me.
Emily
In the night
Of Love
You take what’s not yours
To fill some need, some hole
Silent and stealthy
He turned then and walked to his car. As he pulled out of the driveway, one word rang clear in her head. He was a thief. He had taken from her everything she held dear. Her love, her cunning, her trust. And yet she couldn’t help but look after him, taillights disappearing into the darkness, and hope that he would return. She hated him for that, but that wasn’t enough.
u r a thief..i mean look at you..
u dont talk..u just stare..blankly..listlessly..into nowhere..look like ur perpetually having a bad day moment minute second..
u look upset..like the world weight rests on ur shoulders..they look droopy..lanky but heavy..ur eyes are drawn..tired…painfully tired..they lack hope, joy, smile..or even a hint of one of these.
whose sadness have you stolen?
ishita
So many things that can be stolen. A glance, some time, away. A thief speaks of nighttime and disguises.
Shellstar
Ok, thievery. deceit and espionage. i could not help but congratulate the pickpocket who went off with my great grandfathers stopwatch last saturday at the market. he was a true craftsman – or must have been, to have accomplished that. extraordinary. i’d half a mind to try to hunt him down and hire him – politicians all need that skill of stealing from others without their being aware of it! the rats in the kitchen, on the other hand, need to be annihilated. little thieving rascals.
Pallavi Patel
running down the wind, faster than he’d ever run before. He’s got what he wanted and he needs to get away, now and fast. He runs down a
Cathy Zimmermann
He was a smart guy.He just decided to use it for something everyone else thought was ‘bad’. He didn’t think it was bad at all. So yes, he was taking stuff that didn’t belong to him. Big deal! He liked it. So he took it. And he did it smartly.
And that’s what his life was about. Hearts or jewels. They came to him just as easily.
Ayesha
is it right to steal from a thief when the thief has or has not stolen from you?
The thief hid behind the clouds, not wanting to share its light to all that lay below. In hours, it would disappear again and hide, leaving darkness to all that lay below. Once out, the dogs would howl and the waters would shimmer, stealing the homes that would be covered without it’s light. Tonight the moon will return to steal, return to show the land, return to steal all that lays open under its watchful gaze.
be my thief
steal my heart
it’s yours to keep
don’t give it back
give me a hug
when blood oozes out
this empty chest
laid to rest
within your arms
a heavenly way to die.
maf
shop, bank, heart, dirty, black, panty hose, home alone, electrical items, identity
Sonia
She was caught.There was no denying it, the look in his eye confirmed it. Her fate was in the hands of a man who wished to take her to bed. She couldn’t predict what would happen now.
Anusha
you stole my bubblegum jack. you are such a worthless theif! if i see you with that sticky substance i will drop kick you to willy wonkas factory and the will do bad things! the oompa loopas that it. try me, you little punk
taylor miller
He stole the apple from the young woman’s outstretched hand. She didn’t have time to scream or gasp, only watch in wonder as he dove through the crowd like a snake, dipping in and out of people’s way, barefoot, broad-chested and smiling ear to ear.
Emily
The thief peered around the corner, straining to see any other person in the darkness. Having found no-one, he darted around to the next wall, pressing his body against the brick. In this run-down, dank district of the city, the only sounds were dogs barking incessantly and the infrequent siren occasionally piercing the silence. Tonight, however, there was also the soft footsteps of a thief in the night, creeping towards his prize.
There are too many thieves who continue to think that there are benefits for them in the world eventually – like the world owes them something. But, in reality they are idiots who just dont get life.
Laura
A PERSON WHO STEALS STUFF FROM SOMEONE ELSE IT IS NOT THERES TO TAKE BECAUSE THEY ARE WRONG AND DO NOT CARE ABOUT WHAT STUFF THEY TAKE THEY DONT CARE ABOUT WHAT THEY GET THEY JUST WANT TO STEAL. IT IS A THIEF WHON TOOK THE STARS FROM THE SKY AND PUT THEM IN YOUR EYES BUT ITS NOT A GOOD THING ITS A BAD THING BECAUSE YOU ARE MEANT TO PAY FOR STUFF NOT JUST TAKE IT BUT MAYBE EVERYONE STEALS SOMETHING AND MAYBE EVERYONE IS A TIEF IN ONE WAY OR OTHER BUT I DONT THINK K THAT THERE MUST BE SOME PPL OR SITUA TIONS THAT EXIST WHERE A THIEF IS NOTRD AND ALSO THINK THAT IM SICK OF TYPING NOW I THINK THAT THEY SAID IT GOED FOR A MINUTE BUT I FEEL LIKE IVE BEEN TYPING FOR AGES SO THIS WEBSITE IS A THIEF FOR LYING TO ME AND STEALING MHY TIME. SO I AM FINISHED NOW. THE END
PENNY
Thief’s are BAD! they steal things that aren’t theirs to have and it’s NOT RIGHT! my room mate was a thief and she stole so much of my stuff the little !#$^%* and she was FAT! didn’t help one BIT! usually she stole my stuff and then i would have to go through her stuff to find it and by the time i got it back she had worn it and stretched it and given it herpes and all sorts!!
BOB
A thief is somebody who takes something that belongs to others. He deserves to be apprehended and punished. However, thieves can be tricky little bastards, and know every way there is to escape punishment.
Pulzkit
thief: define theft. Somebody said all property is theft: bet s/he’d never fought with a sibling for something precious to him/her!!
The cat food kept dissappearing. i then realised the dog was a thief.
boobee
He stole along the rooftops, keeping his head low for fear of the nightwatchmen. It was a dangerous profession, assasination, but he needed the money far too much to care anymore.
Ducking across another gap, he caught his foot, and almost fell, but regained his balance just in time.
Wolf
That belongs to me. You have now taken what I rightfully own, and I don’t appreciate that you have shown such a lack of regard for what is mine. You have your things and I have my things, and now you have tried to blur the boundary between mine and yours. I don’t care how well you know me. You have taken something that belongs to me, and I urge you to return it at once.
Leandra
foot- a tile slipped
the wall head guarded with glass – black glass –
windows closed wire round –
what light –
where next
back over –
through the gate
opening now – where to –
little line on the future –
but I will fly yet –
I will be the perfect intruder –
gets everything without having to pay for it.
“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama’el couldn’t remember all the “nicknames” the little girl gave the people she met. It was as if she knew everyone in the Seireitei.
does this thing really only give one word a day? that’s a shame. I wish it gave more. I don’t really feel like writing about a thief right now.
“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama’el couldn’t remember all the names of the people she’d met. It seemed that the girl knew everyone in the Seireitei.
thief. maybe i am a thief. I like to steal ideas and sometimes even desires. so I can make a selection of what i like and let other people steal from me. my ideas and my desires. we are all thiefs in this sense.
Thieves and liars….lief erickson might have been a thief. I stole the innocence of many a poor lady. They stole my car keys and drove away with my heart. Once stolen, we can continue searching.
A thief is a man who takes what was once existent. A pirate makes a copy of what exists. Have you ever found out your car was stolen but woken up in the morning and it was still there?
I think my heart got stolen by a thief…isn’t that cliche? The girl is my moon, my only dream’s light, the reason any sort of happiness even exists around me or my immediate nature. It’s alright though, thieves don’t get enough credit these days. Metaphorically speaking, I am pretty un-poetic.
He who steals a orange is a thief. He who steals a kingdom is a king.
Once upon a time there was a theif who tried to escape from a prison but his attempt failed, he was hanged the next day and although he could not make it out of the prison walls , he still managed to escape by his soul
I didn’t see him coming at first. I had just rounded the corner and was fishing through my purse, looking for my phone as it was getting dark and thought it best to call him to pick me up.
When he shoved me to the ground, I still hadn’t clued in to what had happened.
There was a thief who had three kids and a wife to feed. Unfortunately life has been cruel to them and so the thief continued to steal until one day he got caught up in a war in a different country and he had to find a way out, it took him ten years before he got back only to find that his wife married someone richer and is having a grand life.
He crept into her apartment, simply to watch her sleep. That is how it began anyway. He had been here so many times before, although they were when he had been invited. This time it was intrusive. The thief in the apartment had stolen too many times. This was the worst of all. She was the thief – she had stolen his heart. And now he would get revenge on her…
I theif is a bad person that robs off others. Thief in the night. Thief after dark. It is also spelt strange. I then E. This is ard for me.
In the night
Of Love
You take what’s not yours
To fill some need, some hole
Silent and stealthy
I saw a thief runnig from my home the other day and I throw a rock at him causing him to fell and broke his feet.
He turned then and walked to his car. As he pulled out of the driveway, one word rang clear in her head. He was a thief. He had taken from her everything she held dear. Her love, her cunning, her trust. And yet she couldn’t help but look after him, taillights disappearing into the darkness, and hope that he would return. She hated him for that, but that wasn’t enough.
u r a thief..i mean look at you..
u dont talk..u just stare..blankly..listlessly..into nowhere..look like ur perpetually having a bad day moment minute second..
u look upset..like the world weight rests on ur shoulders..they look droopy..lanky but heavy..ur eyes are drawn..tired…painfully tired..they lack hope, joy, smile..or even a hint of one of these.
whose sadness have you stolen?
So many things that can be stolen. A glance, some time, away. A thief speaks of nighttime and disguises.
Ok, thievery. deceit and espionage. i could not help but congratulate the pickpocket who went off with my great grandfathers stopwatch last saturday at the market. he was a true craftsman – or must have been, to have accomplished that. extraordinary. i’d half a mind to try to hunt him down and hire him – politicians all need that skill of stealing from others without their being aware of it! the rats in the kitchen, on the other hand, need to be annihilated. little thieving rascals.
running down the wind, faster than he’d ever run before. He’s got what he wanted and he needs to get away, now and fast. He runs down a
He was a smart guy.He just decided to use it for something everyone else thought was ‘bad’. He didn’t think it was bad at all. So yes, he was taking stuff that didn’t belong to him. Big deal! He liked it. So he took it. And he did it smartly.
And that’s what his life was about. Hearts or jewels. They came to him just as easily.
is it right to steal from a thief when the thief has or has not stolen from you?
The thief hid behind the clouds, not wanting to share its light to all that lay below. In hours, it would disappear again and hide, leaving darkness to all that lay below. Once out, the dogs would howl and the waters would shimmer, stealing the homes that would be covered without it’s light. Tonight the moon will return to steal, return to show the land, return to steal all that lays open under its watchful gaze.
be my thief
steal my heart
it’s yours to keep
don’t give it back
give me a hug
when blood oozes out
this empty chest
laid to rest
within your arms
a heavenly way to die.
shop, bank, heart, dirty, black, panty hose, home alone, electrical items, identity
She was caught.There was no denying it, the look in his eye confirmed it. Her fate was in the hands of a man who wished to take her to bed. She couldn’t predict what would happen now.
you stole my bubblegum jack. you are such a worthless theif! if i see you with that sticky substance i will drop kick you to willy wonkas factory and the will do bad things! the oompa loopas that it. try me, you little punk
He stole the apple from the young woman’s outstretched hand. She didn’t have time to scream or gasp, only watch in wonder as he dove through the crowd like a snake, dipping in and out of people’s way, barefoot, broad-chested and smiling ear to ear.
The thief peered around the corner, straining to see any other person in the darkness. Having found no-one, he darted around to the next wall, pressing his body against the brick. In this run-down, dank district of the city, the only sounds were dogs barking incessantly and the infrequent siren occasionally piercing the silence. Tonight, however, there was also the soft footsteps of a thief in the night, creeping towards his prize.
There are too many thieves who continue to think that there are benefits for them in the world eventually – like the world owes them something. But, in reality they are idiots who just dont get life.
A PERSON WHO STEALS STUFF FROM SOMEONE ELSE IT IS NOT THERES TO TAKE BECAUSE THEY ARE WRONG AND DO NOT CARE ABOUT WHAT STUFF THEY TAKE THEY DONT CARE ABOUT WHAT THEY GET THEY JUST WANT TO STEAL. IT IS A THIEF WHON TOOK THE STARS FROM THE SKY AND PUT THEM IN YOUR EYES BUT ITS NOT A GOOD THING ITS A BAD THING BECAUSE YOU ARE MEANT TO PAY FOR STUFF NOT JUST TAKE IT BUT MAYBE EVERYONE STEALS SOMETHING AND MAYBE EVERYONE IS A TIEF IN ONE WAY OR OTHER BUT I DONT THINK K THAT THERE MUST BE SOME PPL OR SITUA TIONS THAT EXIST WHERE A THIEF IS NOTRD AND ALSO THINK THAT IM SICK OF TYPING NOW I THINK THAT THEY SAID IT GOED FOR A MINUTE BUT I FEEL LIKE IVE BEEN TYPING FOR AGES SO THIS WEBSITE IS A THIEF FOR LYING TO ME AND STEALING MHY TIME. SO I AM FINISHED NOW. THE END
Thief’s are BAD! they steal things that aren’t theirs to have and it’s NOT RIGHT! my room mate was a thief and she stole so much of my stuff the little !#$^%* and she was FAT! didn’t help one BIT! usually she stole my stuff and then i would have to go through her stuff to find it and by the time i got it back she had worn it and stretched it and given it herpes and all sorts!!
A thief is somebody who takes something that belongs to others. He deserves to be apprehended and punished. However, thieves can be tricky little bastards, and know every way there is to escape punishment.
thief: define theft. Somebody said all property is theft: bet s/he’d never fought with a sibling for something precious to him/her!!
The cat food kept dissappearing. i then realised the dog was a thief.
He stole along the rooftops, keeping his head low for fear of the nightwatchmen. It was a dangerous profession, assasination, but he needed the money far too much to care anymore.
Ducking across another gap, he caught his foot, and almost fell, but regained his balance just in time.
That belongs to me. You have now taken what I rightfully own, and I don’t appreciate that you have shown such a lack of regard for what is mine. You have your things and I have my things, and now you have tried to blur the boundary between mine and yours. I don’t care how well you know me. You have taken something that belongs to me, and I urge you to return it at once.
foot- a tile slipped
the wall head guarded with glass – black glass –
windows closed wire round –
what light –
where next
back over –
through the gate
opening now – where to –
little line on the future –
but I will fly yet –
I will be the perfect intruder –
He stole my soul and hung it to dry in a vast graveyard of eternal sadness. The true thief. I do not really belong to him.