Tragedies are awful. All the things one person wants aren’t always what they get. Tragedies… death? Sadness? Lost? Unconscious… Hell. I have coffee at five o’clock.
Joyce Salazar
The body was flung to the other end of the road-but to her, it seemed as if it was flung out of the earth, never to be seen again.
blood dripped as it had never dripped before-no, it splattered. Her clothes stained bright, fresh red, the smell overpowering her. Her tears overpowering her.
Headlines: Tragic accident.
She cries, her mother in her arms.
Ruby
The body was flung to the other end of the road-but to her, it seemed as if it was flung out of the earth, never to be seen again.
blood dripped as it had never dripped before-no, it splattered. Her clothes stained bright, fresh red, the smell overpowering her. Her tears overpowering her.
Headlines: Tragic accident.
She cries, her mother in her arms.
Ruby
America’s ignorance about the problems in Darfur.
hally bert
I closed my eyes to dream, because dreams are so disillusioning. That’s what I needed right now.
Copland
How tragic. I can’t think of anything to write in sixty seconds. This really is a sad state of affairs that I have been placed in. Oh, what to do?…I still have some time. Oh my, well, I think I can do it! …Never mind.
Claire
One day we’ll all be free
One day we’ll all breathe free
One day we’ll not have to be in tragedy
One day it will be over. This tragic tale
Go. go. go.
One day… Soon.
Dylan
lalallalalallala. this is so tragic.
ashley
i don’t enjoy things that are tragic but then again we wouldn’t know how good things were if tragic things get happen. i don’t think we could live any other way…
morgan
Life.
Shaan Sharma
tagic is tragic, theres nothing but tradgedy in this world that we see haahah hwat a rap? hahaha. um. trade ? whats teh word again? i forget the word tragic, i just looked up, is that cheating ? i don’t know i just looked up again tragic. tragic. waht is tragic ? a synonem of the worht tredighty or somthing happyening that is quite tragic ? i looked up. whats orange ? hahahaahahha. red zone dyan.
lacy kelly
it was my favorite shirt, you know. i bought it when i was only 12, and it fit me for years. until the dog got ahold of it. kind of tragic, you know? i had so many memories, woven into the cloth itself.
ray
found 50 cats in a mini storage unit. half were dead. all had to be put down.
eric
A very practical description of my current situation, given my current circumstances. Also, reminds me of that police song. “even when my mskjndf tragic…”
Kelsie
the desperation of others. sweet and yet cold infinance. bloodshed upon the smiling faces of children. they stumble, and fall oh so curiously, into the world as we know it. the world that will never be perfect; the world we have all come to know.
Julia Louise
it was raining, hard. tears poured. hearts ached. the night was dark and full of sadness. all you could hear was the patter of raindrops on the roof, but you could feel the heavy, oppressing air filled with emotion.
Ingrid
Tragic: tragic is something I’ve experienced and learned from. My best friend–my brother of sorts–died in a car crash that I survived, though I was sitting right beside him. I learned from that to never doubt decisions you make, as I blamed myself for not budging up. To live life to the fullest, and to never hesistate. Live with no regrets, and life is the best.
Houston
It was tragic, not magic. what is the meaning of nothing.
cle
sadness :(
cristina
its horrible, its terrible, i hate it but it happens, Part of life, never happy, but i just sit here eating taffy, i act like its okay, when its not, crying every night and day, eating pie and baking cakes, someitmes even lard, being a woman is hard
togo
I think my life has many moments (more lately) that I would describe as tragic. My relationship with my parents and my (non)relationship with my mother and sister is tragic indeed. I also find it tragic when I realize those situations will be the same 50 years from now.
KJ
tragidy is everyday, it can happen to everyone and no one ever knows how to react when tragidy happens to someone else. how ironic.
kit
Wasting time and holding back and not taking chances is tragic. I need to just go and tell him how I feel.
Sophia
tragic. car accidents. lost love. I want to taste something real and divine before I die. I want to die with a life worth re-telling. Stories, tales, folklore, and movies. I want to be free. I want to just be remembered for something much more than what I am. Tragic.
sandra
It was tragic that he had to end his life so early. He left a wife and daughter alone, with no support other than what they could supply themselves. He would never see his daughter graduate, go to college, and would leave her to walk down the aisle on her own.
Shaley
she stood at the tracks as the trains rolled by smoking the cigarette she’d found. who knows who’d dropped one and not known in these hard times, but it must’ve been her gift from god. She got what little comfort out of it she could.
amanda
tragic hero. oedipus. tragedy. greek. im brainwashed by english class. sadness, i am sad because of tragedy. it is tragic that im brainwashed by english class. oh, dear, dear tragedy. oh woe is me. oh oh oh. tears. crying. sobbing.
sarah
Smart fast green weird my face is tired and weird homer, godfather lucidity of strangeness combined with frailty of giving
Ivan
the tragiccommedy is the greatest of the literature genres, mostly because it is the most wide-ranging. It includes many emotions and challenges the emotional intelligence. Also, the word tragic rhymes with the word magic.
Peaches
it truly was a tragic occurance. i mean, to see such a young, beautiful girl dead like that. well, no one wants to see that. would you? with her face so clean, except for the stains of blood of course.
jacqueline
Tragic how much I desire and though desire is a friend, it always knows the weakness, where are you when I want you most? and how badly I need… want… want.. everything. Because I know you, I know you’re all mine and how wonderful it is that I am so aware, this perception… it will aid in so many ways, yes I know, I know you, and I’m not afraid. Writings from a redhead.
e.dawn
Tragic. Wow. My life is tragic. Ha not really. I think that this world is tragic. Because it is. Haha. I don’t really know what to write. Tragically. Does that count. It’s tragic that I don’t know what to say about the word tragic. so yeah.
Adrianne
Her voice was smug and sharp like glass as it rang out over the intercom. His name only just barely caught his attention (sometimes, contrary to what most people believed, he really did sleep) in the half-daze he found himself in, but the rest of the message shot jolts of adrenaline, shock, anger through his veins.
“Wonder if she thought of you,” she said. The smirk was evident even over the speakers. “I’m betting she had some time; it can take forever to bleed out.”
leigh
Tragedy is a terrible thing–how cliched is that. You can’t really explain it. It just happens. And then there-sadness. Everything becomes this terrible, terrible thing. So much is enfolded in that word. What can you really say about it? How can you really tell anyone what it is about it that makes it just so terrible? No one can really do it.
Rheannonn
My life is supposed to be tragic right now. The boyfriend of four years broke up with me, but actually, I’m free in God’s hands. Stuff sucks right now, but I am confident it will be better eventually.
Linley
the war here is tragic. young men and women, sent off to fight for “freedom” in other countries around the world. sure, yeah, we’ve freed Iraq from a horrible dictator, but now we’ve got soldiers dying every day to keep the insurgents from taking over.
Meagan
tragic. it was tragic how easily things had fallen apart for her. one minute she’d been on top, now things were just falling apart. divorce. she was divorced. she remembered the house by the ocean, sitting with her sister, looking at white dresses in a catalogue. the perfect house. the perfect man. and now, what was left? nothing. broken dreams. just memories of that house by the sea.
curtis
I never really got to know my grandparent. They were all taken from me within a few months of each other when I was in fourth grade. I’m sorry I never got to appreciate them, but it’s taught me to appreciate the people in my life more. I love you.
Laura Bartock
every teenager thinks everything about their life is tragic. it’s what defines their age group.
leendadll
it was the most tragic of events, she was running to his house through the field, and he was driving as quickly as possible to her small house across town and neither of them saw the other as they passed, just a few yards between them.
Tragedies are awful. All the things one person wants aren’t always what they get. Tragedies… death? Sadness? Lost? Unconscious… Hell. I have coffee at five o’clock.
The body was flung to the other end of the road-but to her, it seemed as if it was flung out of the earth, never to be seen again.
blood dripped as it had never dripped before-no, it splattered. Her clothes stained bright, fresh red, the smell overpowering her. Her tears overpowering her.
Headlines: Tragic accident.
She cries, her mother in her arms.
The body was flung to the other end of the road-but to her, it seemed as if it was flung out of the earth, never to be seen again.
blood dripped as it had never dripped before-no, it splattered. Her clothes stained bright, fresh red, the smell overpowering her. Her tears overpowering her.
Headlines: Tragic accident.
She cries, her mother in her arms.
America’s ignorance about the problems in Darfur.
I closed my eyes to dream, because dreams are so disillusioning. That’s what I needed right now.
How tragic. I can’t think of anything to write in sixty seconds. This really is a sad state of affairs that I have been placed in. Oh, what to do?…I still have some time. Oh my, well, I think I can do it! …Never mind.
One day we’ll all be free
One day we’ll all breathe free
One day we’ll not have to be in tragedy
One day it will be over. This tragic tale
Go. go. go.
One day… Soon.
lalallalalallala. this is so tragic.
i don’t enjoy things that are tragic but then again we wouldn’t know how good things were if tragic things get happen. i don’t think we could live any other way…
Life.
tagic is tragic, theres nothing but tradgedy in this world that we see haahah hwat a rap? hahaha. um. trade ? whats teh word again? i forget the word tragic, i just looked up, is that cheating ? i don’t know i just looked up again tragic. tragic. waht is tragic ? a synonem of the worht tredighty or somthing happyening that is quite tragic ? i looked up. whats orange ? hahahaahahha. red zone dyan.
it was my favorite shirt, you know. i bought it when i was only 12, and it fit me for years. until the dog got ahold of it. kind of tragic, you know? i had so many memories, woven into the cloth itself.
found 50 cats in a mini storage unit. half were dead. all had to be put down.
A very practical description of my current situation, given my current circumstances. Also, reminds me of that police song. “even when my mskjndf tragic…”
the desperation of others. sweet and yet cold infinance. bloodshed upon the smiling faces of children. they stumble, and fall oh so curiously, into the world as we know it. the world that will never be perfect; the world we have all come to know.
it was raining, hard. tears poured. hearts ached. the night was dark and full of sadness. all you could hear was the patter of raindrops on the roof, but you could feel the heavy, oppressing air filled with emotion.
Tragic: tragic is something I’ve experienced and learned from. My best friend–my brother of sorts–died in a car crash that I survived, though I was sitting right beside him. I learned from that to never doubt decisions you make, as I blamed myself for not budging up. To live life to the fullest, and to never hesistate. Live with no regrets, and life is the best.
It was tragic, not magic. what is the meaning of nothing.
sadness :(
its horrible, its terrible, i hate it but it happens, Part of life, never happy, but i just sit here eating taffy, i act like its okay, when its not, crying every night and day, eating pie and baking cakes, someitmes even lard, being a woman is hard
I think my life has many moments (more lately) that I would describe as tragic. My relationship with my parents and my (non)relationship with my mother and sister is tragic indeed. I also find it tragic when I realize those situations will be the same 50 years from now.
tragidy is everyday, it can happen to everyone and no one ever knows how to react when tragidy happens to someone else. how ironic.
Wasting time and holding back and not taking chances is tragic. I need to just go and tell him how I feel.
tragic. car accidents. lost love. I want to taste something real and divine before I die. I want to die with a life worth re-telling. Stories, tales, folklore, and movies. I want to be free. I want to just be remembered for something much more than what I am. Tragic.
It was tragic that he had to end his life so early. He left a wife and daughter alone, with no support other than what they could supply themselves. He would never see his daughter graduate, go to college, and would leave her to walk down the aisle on her own.
she stood at the tracks as the trains rolled by smoking the cigarette she’d found. who knows who’d dropped one and not known in these hard times, but it must’ve been her gift from god. She got what little comfort out of it she could.
tragic hero. oedipus. tragedy. greek. im brainwashed by english class. sadness, i am sad because of tragedy. it is tragic that im brainwashed by english class. oh, dear, dear tragedy. oh woe is me. oh oh oh. tears. crying. sobbing.
Smart fast green weird my face is tired and weird homer, godfather lucidity of strangeness combined with frailty of giving
the tragiccommedy is the greatest of the literature genres, mostly because it is the most wide-ranging. It includes many emotions and challenges the emotional intelligence. Also, the word tragic rhymes with the word magic.
it truly was a tragic occurance. i mean, to see such a young, beautiful girl dead like that. well, no one wants to see that. would you? with her face so clean, except for the stains of blood of course.
Tragic how much I desire and though desire is a friend, it always knows the weakness, where are you when I want you most? and how badly I need… want… want.. everything. Because I know you, I know you’re all mine and how wonderful it is that I am so aware, this perception… it will aid in so many ways, yes I know, I know you, and I’m not afraid. Writings from a redhead.
Tragic. Wow. My life is tragic. Ha not really. I think that this world is tragic. Because it is. Haha. I don’t really know what to write. Tragically. Does that count. It’s tragic that I don’t know what to say about the word tragic. so yeah.
Her voice was smug and sharp like glass as it rang out over the intercom. His name only just barely caught his attention (sometimes, contrary to what most people believed, he really did sleep) in the half-daze he found himself in, but the rest of the message shot jolts of adrenaline, shock, anger through his veins.
“Wonder if she thought of you,” she said. The smirk was evident even over the speakers. “I’m betting she had some time; it can take forever to bleed out.”
Tragedy is a terrible thing–how cliched is that. You can’t really explain it. It just happens. And then there-sadness. Everything becomes this terrible, terrible thing. So much is enfolded in that word. What can you really say about it? How can you really tell anyone what it is about it that makes it just so terrible? No one can really do it.
My life is supposed to be tragic right now. The boyfriend of four years broke up with me, but actually, I’m free in God’s hands. Stuff sucks right now, but I am confident it will be better eventually.
the war here is tragic. young men and women, sent off to fight for “freedom” in other countries around the world. sure, yeah, we’ve freed Iraq from a horrible dictator, but now we’ve got soldiers dying every day to keep the insurgents from taking over.
tragic. it was tragic how easily things had fallen apart for her. one minute she’d been on top, now things were just falling apart. divorce. she was divorced. she remembered the house by the ocean, sitting with her sister, looking at white dresses in a catalogue. the perfect house. the perfect man. and now, what was left? nothing. broken dreams. just memories of that house by the sea.
I never really got to know my grandparent. They were all taken from me within a few months of each other when I was in fourth grade. I’m sorry I never got to appreciate them, but it’s taught me to appreciate the people in my life more. I love you.
every teenager thinks everything about their life is tragic. it’s what defines their age group.
it was the most tragic of events, she was running to his house through the field, and he was driving as quickly as possible to her small house across town and neither of them saw the other as they passed, just a few yards between them.