On the last day of school I paused by the table of books outside the English classroom. I sorted through the pile with increasing urgency as the passing period drew to a close. Finally, with one minute left, I saw something I wanted. The Grapes of Wrath. Smiling, I pulled it from the pile, only to find that it had been torn apart. The front cover missing, the first few pages shredded.
fine now i feel the table crumble like cheese beneath the feet of an old oak tree where a giant mouse sits up in the lowest branch, tickling souls as he sends smouldering bricks of hot smelty cheese bombs
reluctant
His face a mask. Distorted, twisted, something alien. Inhuman. He was not who she thought he was; he was someone else, someone who she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Someone who had lost his grip on everything in this reality they inhabited together.
the underside of the oatmeal pot lurkes a small turtle with such fire in its belly, terribly aware that the morning is wearing on the sun comes up over it and tinkles its toes, a seldom touch that sends his reptile brain
reluctant
why are some people full of wrath. Im not even sure what wrath is, now when i think about it. What I think wrath is, is maybe not what you think wrath it. Then how can we even define words?
Karoline
The wrath of your hand. The wrath of your mind. The wrath of you is scaring me.
Wrath. What a terribly dry word for something so explosive. She’d love, more than anything, to just forget it all and explode with emotion, bits of her heart flying every which way, yet she can’t. Instead her anger escapes in tense breaths, tears down her face, a locked door.
What can I say about wrath? I knew a dayna wrath in high school. she was a nice girl, had a bit of a crooked nose I don’t remember what from, but she got it straightened in
sam
I have never felt such deep hatred, such deep negative emotion. Only to let you run away from it and never be lost in its trouble again. Since the morning of the wedding, we shall never see you again with its lost hope, lost life and uncontrollable anger.
Aria
the wrath og god .. the wrath of man .. the wrath of the unseen and the unknown . he didnt know what was it that kept it going . whatever he did,touched,said turned to sand.dry and barren just like his life. but he waited for the wrath to end.
sam
His eyes were burning and his heart was cold. His mind was filled with the night and all the creatures it possessed. His hands were shaking. His face had become ugly; distorted with fury. I knew his storm was soon to come.
The level of his wrath was terrifying. His face was white with it, his eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and when he hurled the heavy candlestick it slammed into the wall so hard it left a deep dent.
It was a cold night in autumn. The little boy was afraid to go home. He wandered through the streets and looked at the closed shop windows. He spent some time in the park near his home. He knew the woman would be waiting. He feared her wrath.
Irmak Su
It came down like a wave. Death rained down in a spray of bullets. He took mental polaroids of their faces and the look of shock and fear in their eyes. Empathy was lost. Although none of them had been there, or could be counted among the bullies that had injured him, they had done nothing. And he held them accountable.
For years I have heard preachers yelling about the wrath of God. It seems like they think God is sitting in Heaven on his throne with a giant club just waiting for you to mess up so He can crack you over the head with it.
poison. cuts off breath and reason … turns me into someone i don’t recognize and makes others afraid. grew up with it, feels familiar but i don’t want to know it.
angie
Anger building out of control, fury boiling up, mysteries from the depths of your emotional heart. Take it out on others, those who deserve it, those who have bought it upon themselves. Righteous rage.
Anne
I looked at her with fury and anger and wrath….. how could she do this to me….. it hurt but at the same time i was angry
not wanting to fight anymore i gave in… i gave in …
after all she was my friend and it wasn’t her fault anyway
anoushka
The storm showed its wrath last night. First, the wind started blowing, and then then rain began batterng the trees. In just a few short minutes the ground was littered with leaves, like an angry parent, maybe God, had taken the unsuspecting tree by the trunk and shaken it in fury.
Elaine Zullo
a woman scorned…the suits were fine and tailored, the scissors partly dull but more than sufficient to do the job. It felt better than cutting myself watching the pinstripes fall in ribbons. Doing something was the key not just roiling in the searing pain of what was done to me.
amber
“Well, I don’t know, really” she said. “Should I smite you with my wrath or just forget about it?” She smiled and tapped her pencil on the desk. “This is an important decision and it affects both our futures. If you think you have gotten away with this you might just keep doing it. I wouldn’t want you to leave with that impression. What do you think I should do?”
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or the wrath of a mother who feels her children have been wronged. And when momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. So look after the woman in your life or be prepared to suffer the consequences.
The wrath of terror was horrible. Everybody was fearful of the Spartans. They would lash out on anybody- Hurt anybody in their way. Sometimes I wish the wrath was over. I think the soldiers do too. Its just their master, lord Piccone, that is wrathful.
Piper
I saw this word from the movie Wrath of The Titans. I had not seen it but I could tell that It was about some kind of wars between the Titans and the Humans. Somehow, this word is scary. It describes the war
Phuong Phan
The man that was arrested for the murder of his friend, was filled with wrath, after he learn that his wife had a sexual encounter with him.
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Bellicose gargoyles ruminating beneath obsidian parapets; you can ask them anything. Fifteen minutes really can save you money on car insurance. In the future, all medications contain mind-control nanobots. There is a word, whispered orthogonally on the lazy mountain wind. That word will be known; yet it is not wrath.
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Nature’s fury came down upon them. Guilty, innocent, deserving, devout, geeks, sun worshipers, smart, stupid, science nerds, adults, children, homes, animals, trees. The wrath of wind swung through without prejudice, without malice, without knowledge of the destruction at its feet in the dance it performed.
Wrath was everywhere.
Was killing me softly.
I couldn’t fight against it.
I was angry because he hurt me!
He left me alone.
Without love, soul.
It wasn’t me.
Karina
Wrath was everywhere. She was very angry so she bit him. This shocked this boy. It was strange because he was bitten by girl. He promised he will do it against her.
Karina
The grapes of wrath Oh never taste sweet. They are there for those who weep. Bitter they taste, cold and hard, just like the memories in my heart. Nothing sweet, nothing nice, just the taste of cold steel vice
VMV
I felt the wrath.
I felt it as it
emanated from you
pores
you looked at me like
you used to know me
like you used to
want to give me
the world
and now I feel the
wrath
as it splits you
in two
I beg your
pardon
Pardon me
while I walk
out the backdoor
this world isn’t for
the weak
hearted
minded
boned
I am angry at myself. I shouldn’t write about him. I shouldn’t even think about him. He is a man old before his time- it is in his manners, his face, his way of speaking. I am an old tired heart. We could die together before we even started. But somehow he is alive, smiling, tempting, happy. And I am still an old tired heart made of worn pages and aching muscles. Why is he here when I want hkm? I need scorn, spurs, anything to drive me away. I am in love with another. But still I love, no matter the difference in the two phrases. Still I love. My love, my true love, is still. And so rises the serpent.
Kerri
My wrath will destroy you. Do not ignore my kindness and beauty for I have let you get away with too much for too long. My fury will be devastating and you will rue the day you weren’t mindful. Life is simple. Express gratitude and don’t take things or people for granted. We often forget the latter. What is it about human nature that we often take the important people for granted. I think it coincides with consciousness and the conscious spirit will always recognize the good and important things in their life. This is because they mindfully take time out to acknowledge the aspects of their lives that help the day be a little less mundane or tedious. I would rather be recognized and thanked than become a bitter, enraged demon seeking solice in revenge. Be good and you will not taste my wrath!!!!!!!
Kasheena
don’t make me do it, throw another bash and have the night glazed, sway in the beautiful confusion before the touch that convinves me I’m real. somewhere sound is in existence. where i exist is silent.
danny damian
wrath
I feel it in my bones when you say
I’ll never get a job after I graduate;
I’m too stuck in the system
you’re worried, but I don’t care
at least act like you’re showing
some support.
On the last day of school I paused by the table of books outside the English classroom. I sorted through the pile with increasing urgency as the passing period drew to a close. Finally, with one minute left, I saw something I wanted. The Grapes of Wrath. Smiling, I pulled it from the pile, only to find that it had been torn apart. The front cover missing, the first few pages shredded.
fine now i feel the table crumble like cheese beneath the feet of an old oak tree where a giant mouse sits up in the lowest branch, tickling souls as he sends smouldering bricks of hot smelty cheese bombs
His face a mask. Distorted, twisted, something alien. Inhuman. He was not who she thought he was; he was someone else, someone who she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Someone who had lost his grip on everything in this reality they inhabited together.
the underside of the oatmeal pot lurkes a small turtle with such fire in its belly, terribly aware that the morning is wearing on the sun comes up over it and tinkles its toes, a seldom touch that sends his reptile brain
why are some people full of wrath. Im not even sure what wrath is, now when i think about it. What I think wrath is, is maybe not what you think wrath it. Then how can we even define words?
The wrath of your hand. The wrath of your mind. The wrath of you is scaring me.
Wrath. What a terribly dry word for something so explosive. She’d love, more than anything, to just forget it all and explode with emotion, bits of her heart flying every which way, yet she can’t. Instead her anger escapes in tense breaths, tears down her face, a locked door.
What can I say about wrath? I knew a dayna wrath in high school. she was a nice girl, had a bit of a crooked nose I don’t remember what from, but she got it straightened in
I have never felt such deep hatred, such deep negative emotion. Only to let you run away from it and never be lost in its trouble again. Since the morning of the wedding, we shall never see you again with its lost hope, lost life and uncontrollable anger.
the wrath og god .. the wrath of man .. the wrath of the unseen and the unknown . he didnt know what was it that kept it going . whatever he did,touched,said turned to sand.dry and barren just like his life. but he waited for the wrath to end.
His eyes were burning and his heart was cold. His mind was filled with the night and all the creatures it possessed. His hands were shaking. His face had become ugly; distorted with fury. I knew his storm was soon to come.
The level of his wrath was terrifying. His face was white with it, his eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and when he hurled the heavy candlestick it slammed into the wall so hard it left a deep dent.
It was a cold night in autumn. The little boy was afraid to go home. He wandered through the streets and looked at the closed shop windows. He spent some time in the park near his home. He knew the woman would be waiting. He feared her wrath.
It came down like a wave. Death rained down in a spray of bullets. He took mental polaroids of their faces and the look of shock and fear in their eyes. Empathy was lost. Although none of them had been there, or could be counted among the bullies that had injured him, they had done nothing. And he held them accountable.
For years I have heard preachers yelling about the wrath of God. It seems like they think God is sitting in Heaven on his throne with a giant club just waiting for you to mess up so He can crack you over the head with it.
poison. cuts off breath and reason … turns me into someone i don’t recognize and makes others afraid. grew up with it, feels familiar but i don’t want to know it.
Anger building out of control, fury boiling up, mysteries from the depths of your emotional heart. Take it out on others, those who deserve it, those who have bought it upon themselves. Righteous rage.
I looked at her with fury and anger and wrath….. how could she do this to me….. it hurt but at the same time i was angry
not wanting to fight anymore i gave in… i gave in …
after all she was my friend and it wasn’t her fault anyway
The storm showed its wrath last night. First, the wind started blowing, and then then rain began batterng the trees. In just a few short minutes the ground was littered with leaves, like an angry parent, maybe God, had taken the unsuspecting tree by the trunk and shaken it in fury.
a woman scorned…the suits were fine and tailored, the scissors partly dull but more than sufficient to do the job. It felt better than cutting myself watching the pinstripes fall in ribbons. Doing something was the key not just roiling in the searing pain of what was done to me.
“Well, I don’t know, really” she said. “Should I smite you with my wrath or just forget about it?” She smiled and tapped her pencil on the desk. “This is an important decision and it affects both our futures. If you think you have gotten away with this you might just keep doing it. I wouldn’t want you to leave with that impression. What do you think I should do?”
The garden’s wrath was overtaking the old man’s persistence. Tangled weeds, insouciant leaves, and random metallic clutter seemed never-ending.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or the wrath of a mother who feels her children have been wronged. And when momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. So look after the woman in your life or be prepared to suffer the consequences.
The wrath of terror was horrible. Everybody was fearful of the Spartans. They would lash out on anybody- Hurt anybody in their way. Sometimes I wish the wrath was over. I think the soldiers do too. Its just their master, lord Piccone, that is wrathful.
I saw this word from the movie Wrath of The Titans. I had not seen it but I could tell that It was about some kind of wars between the Titans and the Humans. Somehow, this word is scary. It describes the war
The man that was arrested for the murder of his friend, was filled with wrath, after he learn that his wife had a sexual encounter with him.
Oops. My post got flagged as spam. My fault for writing a spam-like phrase; though only as a joke. No offense intended. Hope I’ll be spared the site owner’s WRATH!
Bellicose gargoyles ruminating beneath obsidian parapets; you can ask them anything. Fifteen minutes really can save you money on car insurance. In the future, all medications contain mind-control nanobots. There is a word, whispered orthogonally on the lazy mountain wind. That word will be known; yet it is not wrath.
Nature’s fury came down upon them. Guilty, innocent, deserving, devout, geeks, sun worshipers, smart, stupid, science nerds, adults, children, homes, animals, trees. The wrath of wind swung through without prejudice, without malice, without knowledge of the destruction at its feet in the dance it performed.
Wrath of the titans
Wrath was everywhere.
Was killing me softly.
I couldn’t fight against it.
I was angry because he hurt me!
He left me alone.
Without love, soul.
It wasn’t me.
Wrath was everywhere. She was very angry so she bit him. This shocked this boy. It was strange because he was bitten by girl. He promised he will do it against her.
The grapes of wrath Oh never taste sweet. They are there for those who weep. Bitter they taste, cold and hard, just like the memories in my heart. Nothing sweet, nothing nice, just the taste of cold steel vice
I felt the wrath.
I felt it as it
emanated from you
pores
you looked at me like
you used to know me
like you used to
want to give me
the world
and now I feel the
wrath
as it splits you
in two
I beg your
pardon
Pardon me
while I walk
out the backdoor
this world isn’t for
the weak
hearted
minded
boned
I felt the wrath.
I felt it as it
eminated from you
pores
you looked at me like
you used to know me
like you used to
want to give me
the world
and know I feel the
wrath
as it splits you
in two
I beg your
pardon
I am angry at myself. I shouldn’t write about him. I shouldn’t even think about him. He is a man old before his time- it is in his manners, his face, his way of speaking. I am an old tired heart. We could die together before we even started. But somehow he is alive, smiling, tempting, happy. And I am still an old tired heart made of worn pages and aching muscles. Why is he here when I want hkm? I need scorn, spurs, anything to drive me away. I am in love with another. But still I love, no matter the difference in the two phrases. Still I love. My love, my true love, is still. And so rises the serpent.
My wrath will destroy you. Do not ignore my kindness and beauty for I have let you get away with too much for too long. My fury will be devastating and you will rue the day you weren’t mindful. Life is simple. Express gratitude and don’t take things or people for granted. We often forget the latter. What is it about human nature that we often take the important people for granted. I think it coincides with consciousness and the conscious spirit will always recognize the good and important things in their life. This is because they mindfully take time out to acknowledge the aspects of their lives that help the day be a little less mundane or tedious. I would rather be recognized and thanked than become a bitter, enraged demon seeking solice in revenge. Be good and you will not taste my wrath!!!!!!!
don’t make me do it, throw another bash and have the night glazed, sway in the beautiful confusion before the touch that convinves me I’m real. somewhere sound is in existence. where i exist is silent.
wrath
I feel it in my bones when you say
I’ll never get a job after I graduate;
I’m too stuck in the system
you’re worried, but I don’t care
at least act like you’re showing
some support.
When I think of the word Wrath I think of someone on a vendetta or some evil fellow from a Fantasy novel or comic book. “Though shall feel my Wrath”