encontre una trampa para ardillas en casa de mi tio
mon
Trapped. She could feel the cage door against her skin. It was cold to her now flushed skin. What would he do to her? What were his plans. the sound of his breathing was ever closer, as the lights from his flashlight bounced around the room.
Tina Glasneck
Trap.
Trapped like a fly in a jar, a caught soul in a body that doesn’t work, and no one can put out the fire. Push output to the world to block the input. See things, and understand, but never speaking. Mute, dead eyed and lost under the sea, in a world entirely all my own.
Allele Crise
A trap is something you feel you can’t get out of but it’s not impossible. Being trapped is something I feel on a daily basis. I know I have the strength to get out of it. It involves hard work and effort physically and mentally. I always feel like i’m in some kind of mouse trap, not thinking about the consequences of my actions and not being able to resit temptation then being destroyed by my own decisions.
It’s a trap. In every horror movie ever. They always split up. Why would that happen. people in movies are fucking idiots. It all depends on the director though.
Sara
omg its a trap. bottomless. capture, bear. destroys monster. Yugioh card. capure and prevents escape of something.
Seitaro
Stuck. Crap. What now? Looking around… Help! Solutions? Answers? I need out. Wait! Idea… That works! Out.
Jessica
My writing
ron hall
when life seems like a trap, all you need to do is sit on a bridge and or stand or just hang around in a place that seems comfortable and take a deep breath. it almost helps, thought not solve the entire problem.
Sneha
don’t stop
just go
because each halting step at this frenetic pace
makes you vulnerable to
the trap
of thinking
that everything
is
okay
because
it
isn’t
.
Rita
sometimes i feel like the relationship I am in is a trap. I am not free. I am trapped by your love. You think this would be a good thing. but you are not here. i am stuck in a trap that is my relationship. where is the key?
Miranda
The four walls of iron balls fell into place. A stone floor below and a impossible to move granite slab above. Maxwell had come here in good faith and now someone had tried to cage him. Theo stepped out of the shadows. His signature long Blue coat had more patches now. “Theo if you wanted to see an old flame, all you had to do is ask.” Maxwell jeered.
Theo said nothing and simple moved the a carpet aside showing floor lines of script intersecting with eight complex summoning circles. Maxwell tried to appear calm, but his eyes widened.
it’s a trap, but is it worth it. could the outcome of this lie still be enough to make me happy. or will i get trapped in a never ending cycle of lies.
megan
Sometimes, life makes you feel trapped. That’s its way of telling you, “Hey, you’re going the wrong way, dude.” I never realize that until I’m going the right way. I never regret it.
Hannah
it was a trap, a psychological trap from the beginning…a manipulation of thoughts, they made it the reason i was alive. What else could i do except comply to their needs…. what choice had i…i let them believe i was enjoying it..it was my own fault that i couldn’t get out…. but its too late to turn back now ..it has become who i am , what i am and all that I am.
One day i was walking in a forest all alone and deserted minding my own business. I didn’t realize there was a trap on the floor. My heart almost stopped and the pain was excruciating. Fortunately a boy scout came to rescue me. And that was that.
Danny
When I see the word trap, I think of a bear in a cage, trapped and not able to get out. No food or water, just trapped for someone to keep him for whatever reason. Not hurting him, just having him trapped in the cage. Not sure why I think of a bear, but that’s what I think of, in the woods, trapped in a cage with a man sitting by a fire. Like a campfire.
Jessica
it was a trap, a psychological trap from the beginning…a manipulation of thoughts, they made it the reason i was alive. What else could i do except comply to their needs…. what choice had i…i let them believe i was enjoying it..it was my own fault that i couldn’t get out…. but its too late to turn back now ..it has become who i am , what i am and all that I am.
Hadia
i am trapped. in this life. in my ways, and habbits, and feeling. i do things the way i do them and find it hard to break it. i’m not sure if i want to break it. i am trapped
megan
There’s no such thing as a trap I’m not prepared for. I can see the informant in the crowd; I can see the surveillance camera in the mantlepiece; violence always knows where to find me, and often does. But I’m ready for anything.
It all feels like a damn trap. In the least depressing way possible, I try to express my feeling for the things that happen to me. I understand everything has a reason… but I can’t help but wish some things never did. From the beginning, there was no escape.
a trap is something that holds you and detains you. if you re trapped in something, you cannot get out. i think you can be trapped in objects, obviously, and also trapped in ideas or in habits. i think being trapped in habits can be the worst and the most dangerous because being trapped in a habit you could not know you are trapped or you could not know that you are trapped in something BAD.
my legs were becoming more weak. Bruises spotted me green, purple, yellow. i couldnt resist listening to the birds outside. the door slammed. i held my breath and stumbling away from the window.
there is no time and you have to get… i said get the fuck out of here its a trap. i so sorry i brought you here, but you have to leave now. now or it will be to late. i dont want you to die here. this is my responsibility.
jimmy cowered under the crumbling opening tears streaming down his face as he was ready to take the plunge t
jacqueline Harris
It’s a trap! Of course it’s a trap, she knows it’s a trap, but still…when it’s sprung, it hurts. She sees the faces of her companions as they fall beneath the heavy hands of fate and winces. She knows that she did this to them, but she can’t face them. She thought she would be stoic, standing before their last moments with an air of calm, cool, regret, but all that she feels is burning shame.
And thus I continued my trip down the milky collage of stars,
Fairly certain I was headed for something;
Something rather grand and unexpected,
This event was going to change my whole life
Everything about me was going to be redefined
It was then when it dawned, on my universe,
I was headed into a –TRAP–.
--Qui-Gon Jinn & Ra's al Ghul
I am trapped. I can see the sky, but it is far above me. The walls are smooth and I am weak. I cling to this ledge and steel myself. I look down, and see the well-water below. But it is more ominous than that.
Cam Casey
stuck
mouse trap
game
speechless
me
life
unsuccessful
agrivated
learning
another chapter in life
school
emily
Du warst hier. Du sagtest mir wie sehr du mich magst. Wie besonders ich bin. Und ich glaubte dir. Erst als ich dich echt gebraucht hätte, du mich aber grob zurück gewiesen hattest, merkte ich, dass das nur eine Falle war. Eine Hinterlist. Eine Lüge. Was du davon gehabt hast, das weiß ich bis heute nicht. Leider sind die meisten Menschen so…
Deni
I am walking faster than everyone else. Maybe because I know if they’ll catch me I’ll never see what is beyond the highest point of the building’s ruins. The battle that has dominated this city is nothing like the war raging inside of me. The sky is a dark, dark gray. The air turning bitterly cold. Snow begins to swirl with the dust and ashes. And it’s a strangely beautiful effect. My eyes take in everything as I watch the dust, ashes, snow dance in the fading afternoon sun.
“Mia!” Eric is chasing me, calling my name just loud enough so that only I can hear him. “Stop! It’s a trap!”
I don’t hear him, I’m not listening but am whispering, “‘He is the Way…'” Someone is getting closer to me. “‘He is the Truth.'” I run even faster. “‘He is the Life.'” I am now standing under a huge arch, or what’s left of it. I begin to push through rocks…until, finally, my hand brushes a small loose bottle. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, I have the strangest feeling that I need to pull on it. “‘No One Comes to the Father except through Me.'” I pull it.
And my world begins to shake.
a trap door is a kind of special door that can lead to another area, maybe one you werent expecting. most traps are unexpected for example someone can trap you somewhere or trap you into doing something. i like the trap door better because it might go somewhere nice,
kirsty
I knew i had to escape, but i didn’t know how. The basement smelt of blood, iron. There was a small window which leaked in just enough sunlight for me to tell when it was day and night. It seemed like the sun was setting. The room was getting smaller by the second. Darker by the minute.
Trap is a word i’m very familiar with. My life is one big giant bear trap, filled with steel fanged teeth ready to ensnare me. But I won’t let it. I’ll keep moving, one leg each time, baring the pain, gritting my teeth and fists as it grazes deep into my flesh and right down to the bone. My tendons are cut with it’s fierce jaw and blood oozing. I won’t let go of life, not without a fight. And boy, am I great at fighting.
I have fallen into her trap. Moist, unpleasant, guileless. That’s me now. I’m as stuck as can be, and it’s all my own doing. There was little I could do to not ensure that I would end up here, but I guess there’s little to say when you make as good prey as I do.
Trap doors are the scariest things known to man. They include either one of all of the following:
snakes
bottomless pit
wolves
hungry badgers
honey badgers
spiders
Justin Beiber
I see the bodies flailing at the bottom of the mudslide, and I throw myself into them. Punches flail through the air with chunks of earth and beads of blood. I carry the last words and thoughts of you in there, to bleed and spit them out. Is there another way to live? Because it’s the only way to die.
It was a bright, gaping hole that opened up with a net that would swallow any unexpected victim into its foreboding twine. It was a single word. There was no way that I could respond without being looked at is if I was some sort of monster who didn’t like chocolate, or, have a soul.
Caro
“Thank you,” He said.
I never knew that this feeling could bloom from my chest.
She was sure it was a trap. If she said yes, she would have to continue with a lie that wouldn’t ever be fixed. If she said no–well, she didn’t even want to think about that. And she would never be able to get a maybe to pass.
encontre una trampa para ardillas en casa de mi tio
Trapped. She could feel the cage door against her skin. It was cold to her now flushed skin. What would he do to her? What were his plans. the sound of his breathing was ever closer, as the lights from his flashlight bounced around the room.
Trap.
Trapped like a fly in a jar, a caught soul in a body that doesn’t work, and no one can put out the fire. Push output to the world to block the input. See things, and understand, but never speaking. Mute, dead eyed and lost under the sea, in a world entirely all my own.
A trap is something you feel you can’t get out of but it’s not impossible. Being trapped is something I feel on a daily basis. I know I have the strength to get out of it. It involves hard work and effort physically and mentally. I always feel like i’m in some kind of mouse trap, not thinking about the consequences of my actions and not being able to resit temptation then being destroyed by my own decisions.
It’s a trap. In every horror movie ever. They always split up. Why would that happen. people in movies are fucking idiots. It all depends on the director though.
omg its a trap. bottomless. capture, bear. destroys monster. Yugioh card. capure and prevents escape of something.
Stuck. Crap. What now? Looking around… Help! Solutions? Answers? I need out. Wait! Idea… That works! Out.
My writing
when life seems like a trap, all you need to do is sit on a bridge and or stand or just hang around in a place that seems comfortable and take a deep breath. it almost helps, thought not solve the entire problem.
don’t stop
just go
because each halting step at this frenetic pace
makes you vulnerable to
the trap
of thinking
that everything
is
okay
because
it
isn’t
.
sometimes i feel like the relationship I am in is a trap. I am not free. I am trapped by your love. You think this would be a good thing. but you are not here. i am stuck in a trap that is my relationship. where is the key?
The four walls of iron balls fell into place. A stone floor below and a impossible to move granite slab above. Maxwell had come here in good faith and now someone had tried to cage him. Theo stepped out of the shadows. His signature long Blue coat had more patches now. “Theo if you wanted to see an old flame, all you had to do is ask.” Maxwell jeered.
Theo said nothing and simple moved the a carpet aside showing floor lines of script intersecting with eight complex summoning circles. Maxwell tried to appear calm, but his eyes widened.
it’s a trap, but is it worth it. could the outcome of this lie still be enough to make me happy. or will i get trapped in a never ending cycle of lies.
Sometimes, life makes you feel trapped. That’s its way of telling you, “Hey, you’re going the wrong way, dude.” I never realize that until I’m going the right way. I never regret it.
it was a trap, a psychological trap from the beginning…a manipulation of thoughts, they made it the reason i was alive. What else could i do except comply to their needs…. what choice had i…i let them believe i was enjoying it..it was my own fault that i couldn’t get out…. but its too late to turn back now ..it has become who i am , what i am and all that I am.
One day i was walking in a forest all alone and deserted minding my own business. I didn’t realize there was a trap on the floor. My heart almost stopped and the pain was excruciating. Fortunately a boy scout came to rescue me. And that was that.
When I see the word trap, I think of a bear in a cage, trapped and not able to get out. No food or water, just trapped for someone to keep him for whatever reason. Not hurting him, just having him trapped in the cage. Not sure why I think of a bear, but that’s what I think of, in the woods, trapped in a cage with a man sitting by a fire. Like a campfire.
it was a trap, a psychological trap from the beginning…a manipulation of thoughts, they made it the reason i was alive. What else could i do except comply to their needs…. what choice had i…i let them believe i was enjoying it..it was my own fault that i couldn’t get out…. but its too late to turn back now ..it has become who i am , what i am and all that I am.
i am trapped. in this life. in my ways, and habbits, and feeling. i do things the way i do them and find it hard to break it. i’m not sure if i want to break it. i am trapped
There’s no such thing as a trap I’m not prepared for. I can see the informant in the crowd; I can see the surveillance camera in the mantlepiece; violence always knows where to find me, and often does. But I’m ready for anything.
It all feels like a damn trap. In the least depressing way possible, I try to express my feeling for the things that happen to me. I understand everything has a reason… but I can’t help but wish some things never did. From the beginning, there was no escape.
a trap is something that holds you and detains you. if you re trapped in something, you cannot get out. i think you can be trapped in objects, obviously, and also trapped in ideas or in habits. i think being trapped in habits can be the worst and the most dangerous because being trapped in a habit you could not know you are trapped or you could not know that you are trapped in something BAD.
my legs were becoming more weak. Bruises spotted me green, purple, yellow. i couldnt resist listening to the birds outside. the door slammed. i held my breath and stumbling away from the window.
there is no time and you have to get… i said get the fuck out of here its a trap. i so sorry i brought you here, but you have to leave now. now or it will be to late. i dont want you to die here. this is my responsibility.
jimmy cowered under the crumbling opening tears streaming down his face as he was ready to take the plunge t
It’s a trap! Of course it’s a trap, she knows it’s a trap, but still…when it’s sprung, it hurts. She sees the faces of her companions as they fall beneath the heavy hands of fate and winces. She knows that she did this to them, but she can’t face them. She thought she would be stoic, standing before their last moments with an air of calm, cool, regret, but all that she feels is burning shame.
Mother asked me how I felt about what she’d been saying. Didn’t I agree?
And thus I continued my trip down the milky collage of stars,
Fairly certain I was headed for something;
Something rather grand and unexpected,
This event was going to change my whole life
Everything about me was going to be redefined
It was then when it dawned, on my universe,
I was headed into a –TRAP–.
I am trapped. I can see the sky, but it is far above me. The walls are smooth and I am weak. I cling to this ledge and steel myself. I look down, and see the well-water below. But it is more ominous than that.
stuck
mouse trap
game
speechless
me
life
unsuccessful
agrivated
learning
another chapter in life
school
Du warst hier. Du sagtest mir wie sehr du mich magst. Wie besonders ich bin. Und ich glaubte dir. Erst als ich dich echt gebraucht hätte, du mich aber grob zurück gewiesen hattest, merkte ich, dass das nur eine Falle war. Eine Hinterlist. Eine Lüge. Was du davon gehabt hast, das weiß ich bis heute nicht. Leider sind die meisten Menschen so…
I am walking faster than everyone else. Maybe because I know if they’ll catch me I’ll never see what is beyond the highest point of the building’s ruins. The battle that has dominated this city is nothing like the war raging inside of me. The sky is a dark, dark gray. The air turning bitterly cold. Snow begins to swirl with the dust and ashes. And it’s a strangely beautiful effect. My eyes take in everything as I watch the dust, ashes, snow dance in the fading afternoon sun.
“Mia!” Eric is chasing me, calling my name just loud enough so that only I can hear him. “Stop! It’s a trap!”
I don’t hear him, I’m not listening but am whispering, “‘He is the Way…'” Someone is getting closer to me. “‘He is the Truth.'” I run even faster. “‘He is the Life.'” I am now standing under a huge arch, or what’s left of it. I begin to push through rocks…until, finally, my hand brushes a small loose bottle. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, I have the strangest feeling that I need to pull on it. “‘No One Comes to the Father except through Me.'” I pull it.
And my world begins to shake.
a trap door is a kind of special door that can lead to another area, maybe one you werent expecting. most traps are unexpected for example someone can trap you somewhere or trap you into doing something. i like the trap door better because it might go somewhere nice,
I knew i had to escape, but i didn’t know how. The basement smelt of blood, iron. There was a small window which leaked in just enough sunlight for me to tell when it was day and night. It seemed like the sun was setting. The room was getting smaller by the second. Darker by the minute.
Trap is a word i’m very familiar with. My life is one big giant bear trap, filled with steel fanged teeth ready to ensnare me. But I won’t let it. I’ll keep moving, one leg each time, baring the pain, gritting my teeth and fists as it grazes deep into my flesh and right down to the bone. My tendons are cut with it’s fierce jaw and blood oozing. I won’t let go of life, not without a fight. And boy, am I great at fighting.
I have fallen into her trap. Moist, unpleasant, guileless. That’s me now. I’m as stuck as can be, and it’s all my own doing. There was little I could do to not ensure that I would end up here, but I guess there’s little to say when you make as good prey as I do.
Trap doors are the scariest things known to man. They include either one of all of the following:
snakes
bottomless pit
wolves
hungry badgers
honey badgers
spiders
Justin Beiber
I see the bodies flailing at the bottom of the mudslide, and I throw myself into them. Punches flail through the air with chunks of earth and beads of blood. I carry the last words and thoughts of you in there, to bleed and spit them out. Is there another way to live? Because it’s the only way to die.
It was a bright, gaping hole that opened up with a net that would swallow any unexpected victim into its foreboding twine. It was a single word. There was no way that I could respond without being looked at is if I was some sort of monster who didn’t like chocolate, or, have a soul.
“Thank you,” He said.
I never knew that this feeling could bloom from my chest.
What bliss.
Sparks in his eyes. Warmth from his hands.
This could very well be my end.
She was sure it was a trap. If she said yes, she would have to continue with a lie that wouldn’t ever be fixed. If she said no–well, she didn’t even want to think about that. And she would never be able to get a maybe to pass.