unwritten

July 21st, 2013 | 108 Entries

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108 Entries for “unwritten”

  1. It had been an unwritten rule in his house that she should avoid taking to strangers, or anyone from outside. So no one knew what had happened in that house, or what had not happened. But ever since she had been rescued, she had talked to lots of people, who asked her lots of questions, and gave her lots of ideas.

    tonykeyesjapan
  2. life is such a fickle think
    once up a time i felt whole
    i felt as if my feelings
    unwritten on my face
    were seen by you.
    and only you.
    he who knew my bones and skin
    he who knew my soul
    and wrapped me up tight.
    in a envelope of love

  3. This is impossible
    No
    For the future is unwritten
    Everything that is left
    Is possible until written
    Go forth
    Fly
    For the next page is still
    Unwritten

  4. Such is my future, as unwritten as ever there was an idea tossed from one neuron to another amidst the throes of literary abandon. My future, like my novel, is something that waits for me in the shadow of an open door, gesturing.

  5. the story of my life is unwritten except for those parts that are written about – it seems that others have written my stories.

    arthur patchen
  6. My future is unwritten. I don’t care what you say, I have the potential to do whatever I feel like doing. There is no set path for me, no directions stating what type of life I will lead. I will mold my future to my liking, whether you think it’s possible or not.

  7. She stared at the tombstone inscribed with her sister’s name. To a passerby it was a single marker in a long line of markers. To her it was so much more. It pinpointed the exact place where her sister lay. The freshly upturned earth cradled her sister’s story forever: unwritten, unspoken, and unheard.

    ShadowPrayers
  8. The secret message was unwritten. I tried to put my thoughts down as quickly as I could but I just could not express it in the proper words or tone or emphasis. This was just my struggle with the matter I had with him.

  9. The rest is still unwritten. Thank you, Natasha Bettingfield (sp? whatever). Unwritten basically describes any writing right now because I’m watching a Grey’s Anatomy marathon.

  10. none
    nothing
    no words
    blank
    paper
    white
    empity
    no drows
    nothing to write
    just a paper

    Milena
  11. My story is unwritten, but I do plan on writing it one day soon. And when I do, maybe my name will be known.

  12. i think of things to say to you, for hours at a time. / love notes scattered throughout the remnants of my mind / to send them would be a grossly disappointing and a crime / not to myself, nor to you, but to my wife.

    olive
  13. a small wooden door stood before her bare feet. she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and knocked
    it opened
    a bewildering world unfolded before her.
    she took a step, and then another,
    and thats when her life began.

  14. She sits staring at the white empty page,
    Words flow from her mind to the pen between two fingers,
    Bleeding blotchy shades of blues and blacks.
    One by one, words form sentences.
    She can feel her breath loosening, her hands unclenching, her mind unwinding.
    Writing keeps her sane, makes her feel as though she’s in control.
    They always say, some things are better left unsaid,
    But in her eyes, nothing should be left unwritten.

    Kristy
  15. The page stares blankly at me, waiting, possibly even yearning for a pen to scribe the epic story it was made for. I feel like a sculptor, staring at a block of perfect marble, waiting to see what it wants to become. The potential is boundless.

  16. there are rules to follow no matter where you are. it’s the unwritten ones that get you: don’t steal second if your team is up by more than five runs, don’t celebrate to

    amy
  17. the unwritten letters you wrote me
    that deserve to be sent
    the explanations
    and stories
    and memories
    spilling onto the page
    like black coffee on a sunday morning
    with blueberry muffins
    and quiet murmurs of agreement

  18. Ein ungeschriebener Brief lag auf dem Tisch. Wie kann ein Brief, der niemals geschrieben wurde irgendwo liegen? Eines der größten Rätsel der Menschheitsgeschichte, darauf würde ich wetten, aber das tut hier nichts zu Sache wichtiger ist, dass er von einer Großmutter geschrieben wurde aber das Kind starb bei der Geburt und so gab es keinerlei gründe ihn fertigzustellen und so ließ sie es bleiben.

    kay
  19. Today is the day that our story will be told. We are new and we are young. We are full of hope and potential. Our story will no longer be unwritten.

  20. My story is unwritten so it is preserved in my mind only.
    the question is: Do I move from uriwritten to written?

    Robin
  21. The words of our story are empty. The words of your story our unfinished. The words of my story are filled with pain. We have forever been in the making. We have forever been talking but never acting. The feelings we have remain quiet. But now we are different. And we will always be unwritten.

    Sarah Selland
  22. There are rules. Some of them are written down. You probably know those ones.

    But the rules you really have to know are the ones that are unwritten.

    These are the real rules, the ones that are held secret in your lover’s heart.

  23. Passages are never where we reach for them

    Inside our minds, we know, we know, we know with such conviction
    that it brings tears to our eyes
    in ways we haven’t seen since our soul mates touched our senses
    in ways we haven’t known since we danced, we danced, we danced with ourselves
    and our goddesses bled out of our souls
    and we knew- we had been them- all along
    These passages, they caress along us from inside
    and we speak, we speak, their words releasing through our pores
    god, and god, and god, inside what we have written

    Become

  24. I put my book down and smile. A chickadee flutters around to my left, bird friends calling somewhere behind me. To my distant right, an accordion’s tune driftinf over the hilltops. It smells like roses and fresh air. And then, the unwritten: the alcoholism, the poverty. My uncle’s loud belch as he slams shut the door to my deceased grandmother’s house.

  25. there is no story plot which has not been written before.
    there is one thing which can always be unwritten – history. history is the form of what happened in the past. it does not mean it is 100% true. it is one person’s idea of what happened.

    Nilofar
  26. Deep in that cave. Lit only by a dim phone light. The only thing that I noticed; Nothing to my surroundings. Nothing at all. Not even scribbles on the wall. No evidence that “Dave was here”. No evidence that “Mark loves Kate.”

  27. Deep in that cave. Lit only by a dim phone light. The only thing that I noticed; Nothing to my surroundings. Nothing at all. Not even scribbles on the wall. No evidence that “Dave was here”. No evidence that “Mark loves Kate.”

  28. I have left tons unwritten
    it isn’t for the best
    nor
    the worst.
    learning how to have fun
    once again
    isn’t fun.
    learning how to be healthy again
    when really, you never were
    isn’t fun.
    I think a lot about my pre teen years
    when I was what I think is happy
    but I have never been happy
    ive learned everything is a comparison.
    I am overwhelmed with anxiety
    that has uncovered itself from those days
    I am overwhelmed with the fear of staying
    and the fear of leaving.

  29. I have left tons unwritten
    it isn’t for the best
    nor
    the worst.
    learning how to have fun
    once again
    isn’t fun.
    learning how to be healthy again
    when really, you never were
    isn’t fun.
    I think a lot about my pre teen years
    when I was what I think is happy
    but I have never been happy
    ive learned everything is a comparison.
    I am overwhelmed with anxiety
    that has uncovered itself from those days
    I am overwhelmed with the fear of staying
    and the fear of leaving.

  30. There is much unwritten in this world. I am unwritten. My future is unwritten, my past can be rewritten, the world is before me; the pages are blank, and the pen is ripe with ink. This is the time, now is when the nib explodes, and the world is covered in colors of words, and is tinted with the rich indigo of my mind’s ink.

    Anisha Russell
  31. The words on my heart press upon me, my lungs close up because the pressure can’t escape. Too many emotions plague my chest, it feels like suffocating. I want to release them, but I don’t know how. I want to write, but I don’t feel creative enough. All my thoughts remain unwritten.

  32. unwritten rules stare; i will not listen. i want to let go and make my own constitution and amend as many times as i like. i like life when it’s colourful; i will use felt tips. tip up my emotions and break my little sweet heart, sweetheart.

    Kim
  33. Something is unfinished, undone. Words that are just waiting to be said but someone is too nervous too. Memories that can stay in your mind forever even without pictures or words. Its uncharted and is too be kept a secret or is it?
    Its the words that are kept to yourself that are meant to stay with you and you alone. Its the unwritten world we live in and its great!

    Cullen
  34. Something is unfinished, undone. Words that are just waiting to be said but someone is too nervous too. Memories that can stay in your mind forever even without pictures or words. Its uncharted and is too be kept a secret or is it?
    Its the words that are kept to yourself that are meant to stay with you and you alone. Its the unwritten world we live in and its great!

    Cullen
  35. What words can I write on this page? Which of my dream will go here? Which one of the ideas that have yet to put to pen and paper can I put in the section? There are so many things left unsaid!

    Devian
  36. Um, Dan, there are a lot of things that I need to say, but I can’t write them down because I’m an idiot, so I’m just going to leave them unwritten. I love you. So, so much. More than anything in the world, in fact. You’re perfect, and I love you more than words can say. Thank you so, so much.

    Helena
  37. Um, Dan, there are a lot of things that I need to say, but I can’t write them down because I’m an idiot, so I’m just going to leave them unwritten. I love you. So, so much. More than anything in the world, in fact. You’re perfect, and I love you more than words can say. Thank you so, so much.

    Helena
  38. Um, Dan, there are a lot of things that I need to say, but I can’t write them down because I’m an idiot, so I’m just going to leave them unwritten. I love you. So, so much. More than anything in the world, in fact. You’re perfect, and I love you more than words can say. Thank you so, so much.

    Helena
  39. All the unwritten stories, they hang in the air with like a haze, so many things unexplained. So much to tell. So much to say.

    Kailey
  40. Something that is yet to come out of someone’s imagination. It can be a whole new world.