Central Station. This was no place for a criminal like him. He could be ratted out any moment, noticed by the police, and he couldn’t afford that to happen. Problem was, there was no escape route in sight. All around were people, hordes and hordes of people.
i am central to this room, this room is not central to me. i have a center of gravity, a core in my gut, a lifeline, not quite eternal. this place, this mindset, it is not central to my existence and my existence is not central to this pit. a hole in my center is nothing i cannot fill.
My life revolves around others.
The central objects around which everything else orbits: their smiles, their laughs, their joy, their comfort.
But for the first time, I realize that I’m missing from this picture.
Shr
i have been my entire life looking for something that has not been in the eyesight of a man, it is time to me to follow the rules and be a square as the rest of the humanity. just lie taht always
leonardo hidalgo
An intuitive understanding of the varying thought processes of different people is central to the creation of characters in writing.
I knew the central control center of the cell is the nuclueus. Consisting of the essential genetic material: DNA. DNA contains the sugar and phospade sides, with nitrogenious runs which are joined together by hydrogen bonds. DNA defines who we are as people. I contains the blue print of a cell.
bb urni
It was central park where my eyes first became aquatinted with your face. I swear my heart knew it would find you, through the masses of tourists, artists, dogs and homeless, you were standing – looking back as if you knew everything running across my brain. You made the rain stop. The birds even faded into the background. My life came to its climax when I met you.
central to my concern is as to whether the proposed changes will stand up to protests by a large percentage of the town who, i am sure, will not want these changes to take place.
Steve O
We are in Central America. Well really the Central America of the North America. So what the fuck do you call it. I am really sorry for my foul language. I have been experiencing a bit of frustration. consecutive frustration and I need to be humbled badly
The Central Intelligence Agency headquarters is located in Washington, D.C. This is a federal organization that is ahead of all intelligence of the United States of America. It is also know as the C.I.A.
Ralph Fisher
The central line, London’s first subway track, rode right down the underbelly of the city. It was old and slow and crowded, but it was mine. Everyday at 4 am I rose to make my way into the pit of London, gearing up to drive the cities thousands of business commuters to and from their work. I never really paid any of the passengers any mind though, all i really cared about was my engine. There was one girl one time though. She was an American…
I’m trapped. I’m drowning. Everyone wants to center around ME. Why me? I can’t handle being in the c e n t e r of attention. I’m falling. I’m stuck and I can’t get up. The anxiety consumes me like an ocean, waves crashing over me, paralyzing me so I can’t break free. H E L P M E.
The hub was located within the epicenter of the jungle landscape, but everything froze around that point–an enormous hail stone with fractals arching from its center. It was dangerous. And cold. Definitely cold. Like Monica. Bitch.
Taunton Abbey
The central point of the matter was that one day it would all be over — all the laughter and joy and hardships and trials. All the times no one was there for you and all the times that you felt loved. One day everything — absolutely everything — would come to an end.
The core of the system is flawed.
They all know it, of course, and thought is encouraged, but no one is willing to face that. Even if no one’s voice is suppressed. Perhaps that’s what makes the system flawed.
“I got nothing,” Mabel said.
“Well, that’s central to your problems, isn’t it? When you’re up against it, you fail every time.”Spike threw the paper down on the table in disgust.
“That’s not fair.” Mabel wiped her damp eyes.
Annie
My mind is central to something much bigger than me or you. My mind is able to do great things as I now know of my unlimited power. Hold, stand back and watch what happens next…
Creative obstruction, I blame it on nerves; Type-A-ness; being the deer who breaks out of the woods into a field and stops to eat but maybe gets two mouthfulls during its continuous nervous checking for danger; Fear, the Savior of Lives, the Destroyer of Dreams, ironically sensibly and ridiculously central to life itself.
Nada
begging at the end we found ourselves wholly central to the problem. time had, as ever been precocious vindictive in helping us to find our way back, whichever way that was.
Tom Broad
The core of which your decision is based on. The motivation that drives you. This is what makes you tick. This will make you happy.
All our thoughts are central. our feelings though different in isolation have a central thought to it.
Raunak
The best coffee shop on the planet was right on the edge of central park. Every morning he’d come in and get a latte while the chirping and rustling from outside joined with the bustle of the customers to fill the tiny room with life and love.
Maisie
“Three things are central to any normal person’s life.
Love, heart and family”.
“But my family is gone, my lover is dead and my heart is broken…”
John Doe
Point of interest
taken on the run
on through the portal
focus on the one
painted with the blandness
of what neither left or right
never really certain
what’s the side of shadow
the lamppost’s yellow shine was blurred as if it was rubbed on with a dirty eraser and the trees disappeared into the night. the sky was black – watermelon seed black, eight ball black, coffee without milk black – and the stars looked like they were splashed on it at the last moment, like spilling salt over a dark surface. it makes you want to touch as much as you want to taste, to find out if it is as bitter as it looks.
There are always prices to pay, she thinks, surveying the crowd.
Central Street is sprawled before her, cracked pavement traversed by sunburnt tourists underneath the relentless August sun. It’s unbearably hot and humid enough that she almost needs to chew the air before she breathes it.
Sweat gathers on her upper lip. If she stands out here any longer, she just might just wither in the scorching light, might just join the melted gum wedged in between the breaks in the sidewalk. So she squares her shoulders and starts to walk.
After all, a job’s a job, and the bills won’t pay themselves.
It’s a tiny little place in the center of town. most people don’t know it exists, but it’s the beating heart of the city. here the important decisions are made, here the magic happens. Flowers grow here even in winter…
Jen M
Central station was packed. She looked around for him. She couldn’t see him. She went out to the tracks. People were waiting to get on the train that just got there. She looked and looked. Turned around but he was nowhere to be found. He should have been here an hour ago. What happened.
mary
Central station was very busy. But she kept on walking. People were all around her. She had to find him, she had to. She looked up and down the station. She went to the train and looked all over. He was not there. Where was he? He was supposed to have arrived an hour ago….
Mary
She had burned bridges and parted company, one way or another, with all of the central characters in her life. What was left to her was a small flat, a loyal pooch and an emptiness as deep and wide as the Pacific Ocean.
Central Park did not feel inviting to Shane these days. Not since the day that Casey broke up with her. In the end, it was all “This is better for us” and “We have to find different people” and “It’s for the best” and any other bullsh** that came out of that girl’s mouth. And she had said it after they got hot dogs from their favorite stand. Their favorite stand, God damn it. Shane had gotten extra relish and onions, too.
Belinda Roddie
life is central. I want to be central. I want to have a central life. I think I’m thinking centered. But central. It is essential that I am centered. I can’t think of central anything except that I want a central Starbux in my house. A central part of me I don’t even know what this word even means anymore.
Central Station. This was no place for a criminal like him. He could be ratted out any moment, noticed by the police, and he couldn’t afford that to happen. Problem was, there was no escape route in sight. All around were people, hordes and hordes of people.
i am central to this room, this room is not central to me. i have a center of gravity, a core in my gut, a lifeline, not quite eternal. this place, this mindset, it is not central to my existence and my existence is not central to this pit. a hole in my center is nothing i cannot fill.
My life revolves around others.
The central objects around which everything else orbits: their smiles, their laughs, their joy, their comfort.
But for the first time, I realize that I’m missing from this picture.
i have been my entire life looking for something that has not been in the eyesight of a man, it is time to me to follow the rules and be a square as the rest of the humanity. just lie taht always
An intuitive understanding of the varying thought processes of different people is central to the creation of characters in writing.
I knew the central control center of the cell is the nuclueus. Consisting of the essential genetic material: DNA. DNA contains the sugar and phospade sides, with nitrogenious runs which are joined together by hydrogen bonds. DNA defines who we are as people. I contains the blue print of a cell.
It was central park where my eyes first became aquatinted with your face. I swear my heart knew it would find you, through the masses of tourists, artists, dogs and homeless, you were standing – looking back as if you knew everything running across my brain. You made the rain stop. The birds even faded into the background. My life came to its climax when I met you.
central to my concern is as to whether the proposed changes will stand up to protests by a large percentage of the town who, i am sure, will not want these changes to take place.
We are in Central America. Well really the Central America of the North America. So what the fuck do you call it. I am really sorry for my foul language. I have been experiencing a bit of frustration. consecutive frustration and I need to be humbled badly
The Central Intelligence Agency headquarters is located in Washington, D.C. This is a federal organization that is ahead of all intelligence of the United States of America. It is also know as the C.I.A.
The central line, London’s first subway track, rode right down the underbelly of the city. It was old and slow and crowded, but it was mine. Everyday at 4 am I rose to make my way into the pit of London, gearing up to drive the cities thousands of business commuters to and from their work. I never really paid any of the passengers any mind though, all i really cared about was my engine. There was one girl one time though. She was an American…
I’m trapped. I’m drowning. Everyone wants to center around ME. Why me? I can’t handle being in the c e n t e r of attention. I’m falling. I’m stuck and I can’t get up. The anxiety consumes me like an ocean, waves crashing over me, paralyzing me so I can’t break free. H E L P M E.
SHOPPING- CENTRE
LINE CENTRAL
I live in Central Park
central
The hub was located within the epicenter of the jungle landscape, but everything froze around that point–an enormous hail stone with fractals arching from its center. It was dangerous. And cold. Definitely cold. Like Monica. Bitch.
The central point of the matter was that one day it would all be over — all the laughter and joy and hardships and trials. All the times no one was there for you and all the times that you felt loved. One day everything — absolutely everything — would come to an end.
The core of the system is flawed.
They all know it, of course, and thought is encouraged, but no one is willing to face that. Even if no one’s voice is suppressed. Perhaps that’s what makes the system flawed.
“I got nothing,” Mabel said.
“Well, that’s central to your problems, isn’t it? When you’re up against it, you fail every time.”Spike threw the paper down on the table in disgust.
“That’s not fair.” Mabel wiped her damp eyes.
My mind is central to something much bigger than me or you. My mind is able to do great things as I now know of my unlimited power. Hold, stand back and watch what happens next…
Creative obstruction, I blame it on nerves; Type-A-ness; being the deer who breaks out of the woods into a field and stops to eat but maybe gets two mouthfulls during its continuous nervous checking for danger; Fear, the Savior of Lives, the Destroyer of Dreams, ironically sensibly and ridiculously central to life itself.
begging at the end we found ourselves wholly central to the problem. time had, as ever been precocious vindictive in helping us to find our way back, whichever way that was.
The core of which your decision is based on. The motivation that drives you. This is what makes you tick. This will make you happy.
All our thoughts are central. our feelings though different in isolation have a central thought to it.
The best coffee shop on the planet was right on the edge of central park. Every morning he’d come in and get a latte while the chirping and rustling from outside joined with the bustle of the customers to fill the tiny room with life and love.
“Three things are central to any normal person’s life.
Love, heart and family”.
“But my family is gone, my lover is dead and my heart is broken…”
Point of interest
taken on the run
on through the portal
focus on the one
painted with the blandness
of what neither left or right
never really certain
what’s the side of shadow
central park never looked it’s best.
the lamppost’s yellow shine was blurred as if it was rubbed on with a dirty eraser and the trees disappeared into the night. the sky was black – watermelon seed black, eight ball black, coffee without milk black – and the stars looked like they were splashed on it at the last moment, like spilling salt over a dark surface. it makes you want to touch as much as you want to taste, to find out if it is as bitter as it looks.
it was mesmerizing, to say the least.
There are always prices to pay, she thinks, surveying the crowd.
Central Street is sprawled before her, cracked pavement traversed by sunburnt tourists underneath the relentless August sun. It’s unbearably hot and humid enough that she almost needs to chew the air before she breathes it.
Sweat gathers on her upper lip. If she stands out here any longer, she just might just wither in the scorching light, might just join the melted gum wedged in between the breaks in the sidewalk. So she squares her shoulders and starts to walk.
After all, a job’s a job, and the bills won’t pay themselves.
It’s a tiny little place in the center of town. most people don’t know it exists, but it’s the beating heart of the city. here the important decisions are made, here the magic happens. Flowers grow here even in winter…
Central station was packed. She looked around for him. She couldn’t see him. She went out to the tracks. People were waiting to get on the train that just got there. She looked and looked. Turned around but he was nowhere to be found. He should have been here an hour ago. What happened.
Central station was very busy. But she kept on walking. People were all around her. She had to find him, she had to. She looked up and down the station. She went to the train and looked all over. He was not there. Where was he? He was supposed to have arrived an hour ago….
She had burned bridges and parted company, one way or another, with all of the central characters in her life. What was left to her was a small flat, a loyal pooch and an emptiness as deep and wide as the Pacific Ocean.
Central Park did not feel inviting to Shane these days. Not since the day that Casey broke up with her. In the end, it was all “This is better for us” and “We have to find different people” and “It’s for the best” and any other bullsh** that came out of that girl’s mouth. And she had said it after they got hot dogs from their favorite stand. Their favorite stand, God damn it. Shane had gotten extra relish and onions, too.
life is central. I want to be central. I want to have a central life. I think I’m thinking centered. But central. It is essential that I am centered. I can’t think of central anything except that I want a central Starbux in my house. A central part of me I don’t even know what this word even means anymore.