there is a trial. like in franz kafka’s stories. and no one is innocent, but no one’s really guilty either, and in the end everyone dies. like an opera; a tragedy; but maybe they deserved it. it’s time to stop since i’m thinking about incorrect use of semicolons.
zelia721
the trial is set for march the third. he’s nervous, I can see it. he doesn’t want to be here. pulling at his tie, drinking water. it’s all too much for him. he didn’t do it. he didn’t kill her.
annie
tribulation challenge
survival depends on
accepting the challenge
defeating yourself
or rising above
what do you do
hang on and keep trying
the battle is all
success is mandatory
The trails of love, the trails of life, almost one in the same.
And the whole time, I wonder, did I make the right choice…
James
Trial and error’s a bitch when the error means death. It’s a thin line between success and everything else, and only one thing is the right way out. Luck had best be on your side in such a case.
Jim
I think that it’s time you came back. I loved the free trial I had of you, and I’m ready to commit and have you forever.
Today it hurt. The knee that seemed finally to have healed so that she could run like she could before started to ache again. The pull that it had was something that would always remind her of the bullet that ended a relationship in a disgustingly public way.
I stand, hands clasped neatly in front of me. The jury whispers, duking it out for just one more moment. I fall, spiraling to the ground as a single, deep voice rings out, “Guiiiilty!” I am doomed to die alone.
Trial and error, that’s sort of how it always ends up. Each day is a trial, but it can’t be more up in the air how it will land. The cards are mine to play or not, and it’s remarkable how amazing my hand has turned out to be when I’m willing to look for it…
consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds.
trials give you perseverance,
perseverance, character.
character, hope.
and hope, hope wins.
km
The greatest trial of his life. Sweat dripping, eyes and cheeks flushed with tension, mankind pushed away from his mother in a fiery needle.
huan
trial and error. Seems like life is always about that. We don’t succeed, we try again. It sucks, why can’t we just get it right. and be happy. I hate it.
d byrnes
i was on a trail. this trail was unmarked however well traveled. i followed it for miles. i would never be found. i would be lost to nature.
Marissa Guerrero
i place myself on trail because i cannot understand from where i come and where i am going and who i will meet but somewhere on this journey i hope i see you again that smile and all that comes with it because you are perfection my friend till the end
trials. i believe i am dealing with them now. life seems to be constantly testing me and making me feel so horrible, i’ll over come it all, school, love, depression. i will leave all behind me. and my trials will make me a great person. the best. at least, that’s what mom tells me…….. i seem to be losing faith.
Trial and error, the process we use frequently to solve problems. What if a problem can’t be solved in such a way? Problems come and go too often to tell.
Rachel
It’s like being put on trial, I guess, like you’ll never win though, I’m too fucked up for this.
lauren elizabeth
He was running out of time. He hadn’t expected any kind of security system here, and he certainly wasn’t looking for any traps. Who would have thought that they would have anything to stop him–let alone a bomb?
And the problem was, he didn’t have any way to fix this–he was helpless. This time trail kept tickly slowly onward, and all he could do was watch, stony faced and accepting, as the numbers droped second by second to zero.
This divide, this separation between us, would be our first trial. The beginning had been fiery, dramatic, engulfing us entirely and inundating our senses with absolute joy. I wondered if it could last. I feared that it wouldn’t.
Trials and tribulations. Such is the story of my life right now. Like college is one big trial. This is finals week, and I’m poring over my biology book to no avail. Someone save me from this mess, it’ll never end. Sigh.
Josephine
I feel that this past week has been a trial. a trial by water, not by fire. i’ve learned how to do with less water, i appreciate water, i appreciate friends, i appreciate generousity. water water every where and only half to drink. is this how the sailors of old felt, to be surrounded by the sea and short on drinking water?
m
His life seemed like an endless trial. From morning till midnight he listlessly carried out his duties with the weight of the world on his shoulders. How could he possibly go through another day he thought. That’s when he bought the gun.
I heard the book Monster was good once. I’ve heard that it’s about an innocent boy on trial for murder, and the entire book is dialogue from court proceedings. We had to choose a book in school and most kids chose Monster because they thought it was short.
And so it began. The jury sat down as the judge did, showing their respect for the man. Well, respect and fear. He towered above others, in stature and personality. It was widely rumored, but never spoke, that he had ties with the downtown Mob.
I’m going through a lot of trials right now, with no trial runs either. Everything is permanent and weighty and the choices I make now will affect everything ever. It’s very trying. What I wouldn’t give for a couple do-overs or a magic eight ball.
Melissa
The jury cried out in anger as the judge’s gavel came down on it’s pedestal. “ORDER IN THE COURT! The verdict has been given, so no new evidence can be given, even if it could prove this man’s innocence!
David L
Trial and error is the one thing that never goes wrong. You can use it for any problem solving tool, or any social issue. If something doesn’t work, do it differently. Even Thomas Jefferson knew that, and he was supposedly an Atheist.
Scythe42
In the lab, we must do trial after trial to prove something is true. Somewhere around the sixth or seventh trial, we note in our marble, thread bound notebooks our results. There. They are now true. And it only took six trials.
anananana
he walked into the totally silent court room. He saw his wife looking back at him, with soggy eyes and a dripping nose. Worst of all, he turned and saw the disgusting man who had killed his daughter.
Caitlin
She took the stand.
No one asked her the right question.
The jury stared.
The gavel came down.
mburch
On trial for something of which he is not guilty, and he cannot admit to all the accusations thrown at him, or all of his credibility and reputation will be ruined. But it is so hard to face the pressure and fight on his own.
My life is a trial –
My brain the judge,
My heart the jury.
My life is a trial –
Neverending inquisition
Of my hopes, ideals,
My Self.
Eli
The trial was intense, words exchanged and used as weapons, sparring, intricate weaving of linguistics – a means to an end. The end, as they saw it, was victory: no more, no less.
Krishna Nemani
through process of trial and error, i have come to realize that there is nothing i can do to change the path on which my life is traveling. i’m spinning downward and trailing outward and that will never edit itself into some other, more organized process. i have come to the conclusion that i will have to accept the insane whirlwind of my existence. i have also come to the conclusion that i’m not bothered by the predictable spontaneity.
tabitha
I make a trial run on the track. The coach says I went too slow so I line up the cones again and Try again. This time I know I’m going to make it. The heat is sweltering and I’m ready to win. I fly past the coach and he’s wearing a smile. I made it.
Anna
the trials in my life
are supposed to enhance it
supposed to make me
brighter
better
stronger.
but so far, all of the numerous hardships
the trials
the vicissitudes
don’t help.
He glared at the professor, his brow furrowing. This was the fifth time this morning they’d run that damn trial for the experiment! Another shot at it wasn’t going to change it!
As the trial began, tears flooded Angela’s eyes. She knew what the outcome would be and she knew that her own trials were about to begin. Trials she would never have imagined she would have to encounter in her lifetime…
there is a trial. like in franz kafka’s stories. and no one is innocent, but no one’s really guilty either, and in the end everyone dies. like an opera; a tragedy; but maybe they deserved it. it’s time to stop since i’m thinking about incorrect use of semicolons.
the trial is set for march the third. he’s nervous, I can see it. he doesn’t want to be here. pulling at his tie, drinking water. it’s all too much for him. he didn’t do it. he didn’t kill her.
tribulation challenge
survival depends on
accepting the challenge
defeating yourself
or rising above
what do you do
hang on and keep trying
the battle is all
success is mandatory
The trails of love, the trails of life, almost one in the same.
And the whole time, I wonder, did I make the right choice…
Trial and error’s a bitch when the error means death. It’s a thin line between success and everything else, and only one thing is the right way out. Luck had best be on your side in such a case.
I think that it’s time you came back. I loved the free trial I had of you, and I’m ready to commit and have you forever.
Today it hurt. The knee that seemed finally to have healed so that she could run like she could before started to ache again. The pull that it had was something that would always remind her of the bullet that ended a relationship in a disgustingly public way.
I stand, hands clasped neatly in front of me. The jury whispers, duking it out for just one more moment. I fall, spiraling to the ground as a single, deep voice rings out, “Guiiiilty!” I am doomed to die alone.
Trial and error, that’s sort of how it always ends up. Each day is a trial, but it can’t be more up in the air how it will land. The cards are mine to play or not, and it’s remarkable how amazing my hand has turned out to be when I’m willing to look for it…
consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds.
trials give you perseverance,
perseverance, character.
character, hope.
and hope, hope wins.
The greatest trial of his life. Sweat dripping, eyes and cheeks flushed with tension, mankind pushed away from his mother in a fiery needle.
trial and error. Seems like life is always about that. We don’t succeed, we try again. It sucks, why can’t we just get it right. and be happy. I hate it.
i was on a trail. this trail was unmarked however well traveled. i followed it for miles. i would never be found. i would be lost to nature.
i place myself on trail because i cannot understand from where i come and where i am going and who i will meet but somewhere on this journey i hope i see you again that smile and all that comes with it because you are perfection my friend till the end
trials. i believe i am dealing with them now. life seems to be constantly testing me and making me feel so horrible, i’ll over come it all, school, love, depression. i will leave all behind me. and my trials will make me a great person. the best. at least, that’s what mom tells me…….. i seem to be losing faith.
Trial and error, the process we use frequently to solve problems. What if a problem can’t be solved in such a way? Problems come and go too often to tell.
It’s like being put on trial, I guess, like you’ll never win though, I’m too fucked up for this.
He was running out of time. He hadn’t expected any kind of security system here, and he certainly wasn’t looking for any traps. Who would have thought that they would have anything to stop him–let alone a bomb?
And the problem was, he didn’t have any way to fix this–he was helpless. This time trail kept tickly slowly onward, and all he could do was watch, stony faced and accepting, as the numbers droped second by second to zero.
This divide, this separation between us, would be our first trial. The beginning had been fiery, dramatic, engulfing us entirely and inundating our senses with absolute joy. I wondered if it could last. I feared that it wouldn’t.
I don’t know!!!!!!
Trials and tribulations. Such is the story of my life right now. Like college is one big trial. This is finals week, and I’m poring over my biology book to no avail. Someone save me from this mess, it’ll never end. Sigh.
I feel that this past week has been a trial. a trial by water, not by fire. i’ve learned how to do with less water, i appreciate water, i appreciate friends, i appreciate generousity. water water every where and only half to drink. is this how the sailors of old felt, to be surrounded by the sea and short on drinking water?
His life seemed like an endless trial. From morning till midnight he listlessly carried out his duties with the weight of the world on his shoulders. How could he possibly go through another day he thought. That’s when he bought the gun.
I heard the book Monster was good once. I’ve heard that it’s about an innocent boy on trial for murder, and the entire book is dialogue from court proceedings. We had to choose a book in school and most kids chose Monster because they thought it was short.
I hope this goes well. If not…
And so it began. The jury sat down as the judge did, showing their respect for the man. Well, respect and fear. He towered above others, in stature and personality. It was widely rumored, but never spoke, that he had ties with the downtown Mob.
I’m going through a lot of trials right now, with no trial runs either. Everything is permanent and weighty and the choices I make now will affect everything ever. It’s very trying. What I wouldn’t give for a couple do-overs or a magic eight ball.
The jury cried out in anger as the judge’s gavel came down on it’s pedestal. “ORDER IN THE COURT! The verdict has been given, so no new evidence can be given, even if it could prove this man’s innocence!
Trial and error is the one thing that never goes wrong. You can use it for any problem solving tool, or any social issue. If something doesn’t work, do it differently. Even Thomas Jefferson knew that, and he was supposedly an Atheist.
In the lab, we must do trial after trial to prove something is true. Somewhere around the sixth or seventh trial, we note in our marble, thread bound notebooks our results. There. They are now true. And it only took six trials.
he walked into the totally silent court room. He saw his wife looking back at him, with soggy eyes and a dripping nose. Worst of all, he turned and saw the disgusting man who had killed his daughter.
She took the stand.
No one asked her the right question.
The jury stared.
The gavel came down.
On trial for something of which he is not guilty, and he cannot admit to all the accusations thrown at him, or all of his credibility and reputation will be ruined. But it is so hard to face the pressure and fight on his own.
My life is a trial –
My brain the judge,
My heart the jury.
My life is a trial –
Neverending inquisition
Of my hopes, ideals,
My Self.
The trial was intense, words exchanged and used as weapons, sparring, intricate weaving of linguistics – a means to an end. The end, as they saw it, was victory: no more, no less.
through process of trial and error, i have come to realize that there is nothing i can do to change the path on which my life is traveling. i’m spinning downward and trailing outward and that will never edit itself into some other, more organized process. i have come to the conclusion that i will have to accept the insane whirlwind of my existence. i have also come to the conclusion that i’m not bothered by the predictable spontaneity.
I make a trial run on the track. The coach says I went too slow so I line up the cones again and Try again. This time I know I’m going to make it. The heat is sweltering and I’m ready to win. I fly past the coach and he’s wearing a smile. I made it.
the trials in my life
are supposed to enhance it
supposed to make me
brighter
better
stronger.
but so far, all of the numerous hardships
the trials
the vicissitudes
don’t help.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?”
He glared at the professor, his brow furrowing. This was the fifth time this morning they’d run that damn trial for the experiment! Another shot at it wasn’t going to change it!
As the trial began, tears flooded Angela’s eyes. She knew what the outcome would be and she knew that her own trials were about to begin. Trials she would never have imagined she would have to encounter in her lifetime…