electrocute

April 26th, 2013 | 143 Entries

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143 Entries for “electrocute”

  1. i need it.
    So as to wake up.
    and make you see it.
    make you feel it
    how it feels like.

    By A URL on 04.26.2013

  2. Spasms of fire rocked my body. The ominous crow on the windowsill three houses back, the pickles on the sandwich I had for lunch, her wain smile when I joked about her brother. Images of a life all surprised me in a flash of blinding light that illuminated the hospital room I found myself in.

    By Josh URL on 04.26.2013

  3. pain and zap. death penalty. surviving a shock. lightning. fast. i think it would be extremely painful to be electrocuted. thousands of volts flying through your body. opposite of tickle. not for me!

    By Liam Cairns URL on 04.26.2013

  4. Zijn haren stonden recht overeind en hij leek het wel koud te hebben. Hij probeerde wat te bweegen, maar alleen zijn rechterpink ging een beetje omhoog. Hij voelde nog net hoe het druppetje kwijl aan de onderkant van zijn kin, losliet en op zijn lichtpaarse overhemd belandde.

    By Michelle on 04.26.2013

  5. “You know what I haven’t been in a while, Tobes? /Electrocuted./ Now /that/ shit sucks.”

    “Charming. What made you think of it?”

    “I dunno. Stuff. Things. Sometimes you just think of all the shit your immortality’s allowed you to survive and you just kinda can’t wrap your head around it and I guess now’s probably one of those times.”

    By Julia A. URL on 04.26.2013

  6. Sparks flying, could result in death. Hope this never happens to me. I wonder what it would like if a fish got electrocuted; could people eat it then? I mean it would be cooked, right? And people like fish. Plus fish is good for you.

    By Maria on 04.26.2013

  7. Sparks flying, could result in death. Hope this never happens to me. I wonder what it would like if a fish got electrocuted; could people eat it then? I mean it would be cooked, right? And people like fish. Plus fish is good for you. And if things are good for you that means you should always eat it. It has omega 3, I think that’s what it’s called. Regardless, in the end, it’s better the fish got electrocuted than me; I wouldn’t want to experience that.

    By Maria on 04.26.2013

  8. Electrocute is what my neurons scream out when I drown them in liquid gold.

    Yes, yes, this battle has been won.

    All is well with the handling of life, now.

    By JP URL on 04.26.2013

  9. i electrocute myself sometimes. I think of all the love I have given and it stings me sometimes like a shock that goes through my spine. I have a purpose out here, but it hasn’t revealed itself yet. I want to electrocute myself into consciousness so I am always happy, always knowing of my purpose in this life.

    By Genevieve on 04.26.2013

  10. i never want to electrocute myself, i bet it would hurt. I think it would be just as bad to see some.one get electrocuted. i wonder if i will love my whole life not getting struck by lightning. lol

    By kendra on 04.26.2013

  11. I’ll never forget that night when it felt i was reading a story a bit beyond my understanding. That night when the raccoon’s bones looked like letters, like inscriptions, like language. That night when every tree felt like a life-long standing ovation to the sun and secretly to the stars and their ancient light that gives them something secret. The night when all the tree tips of the forest slowly swayed like a crowd of hands all waving hello, goodbye or come with us until the wind suddenly stopped and the sky held its breath as though the universe were whispering its secret about everything. Then suddenly the sky inhaled as though it was shocked with lightening and every leaf raised from the branches like gills and gasped as though the wind were water. And I sensed a great river. I sensed the rivers of wind, the rivers of water, the rivers of blood, of space, of time, of light, of darkness, of dream, of reality all confluence into one mighty one that demands no tribute, no name, no mythology, it morphology flows without physical detection or physical direction through me through you through all and takes a part of us with it. Upon that, it felt more accurate to think of my skin not as a boundary, but as a thoroughfare…I was no longer alone in my own skin and my life felt like it began before it began and will end long after it ends extending far beyond my life’s limitations…

    By drew URL on 04.26.2013

  12. I’ll never forget that night when it felt i was reading a story a bit beyond my understanding. That night when the raccoon’s bones looked like letters, like inscriptions, like language. That night when every tree felt like a life-long standing ovation to the sun and secretly to the stars and their ancient light that gives them something secret. That night when I became a tree with all my branches bowing to the earth that never let me down. The night when all the tree tips of the forest slowly swayed like a crowd of hands all waving hello, goodbye or come with then until the wind suddenly stopped and the sky held its breath as though the universe were whispering its secret about everything. Until suddenly the sky inhaled as though it was shocked with metaphysical lightening and every leaf raised from the branches like gills and gasped as though the wind was water. And I sensed a great river. I sensed the rivers of wind, the rivers of water, the rivers of blood, of space, of time, of light, of darkness, of dream, of reality all confluence into one mighty one that demands no tribute, no name, no mythology. Its morphology flows through all biology without physical detection or physical direction, through me through you through all and takes a part of us with it. Upon that, it felt more accurate to think of my skin not as a boundary, but as a thoroughfare…I was no longer alone in my own skin and my life felt like it began before it began and will end long after it ends, extending far beyond my life’s limitations…

    By drew URL on 04.26.2013

  13. I’ll never forget that night when it felt i was reading a story a bit beyond my understanding. That night when the raccoon’s bones looked like letters, like inscriptions, like language. That night when every tree felt like a life-long standing ovation to the sun and secretly to the stars and their ancient light that gives them something secret. That night when I became a tree with all my branches bowing to the earth that never let me down. The night when all the tree tips of the forest slowly swayed like a crowd of hands all waving hello or goodbye or come with them until the wind suddenly stopped and the sky held its breath as though the universe were whispering a secret, its secret about everything. Until suddenly the sky inhaled as though it was shocked with metaphysical lightening and every leaf raised from the branches like gills and gasped as though the wind was water. And I sensed a great river. I sensed the rivers of wind, the rivers of water, the rivers of blood, of space, of time, of light, of darkness, of dream, of reality all confluence into one mighty one that demands no tribute, no name, no mythology. Its morphology flows through all biology without physical detection or physical direction, through me through you through all and takes a part of us with it. Upon that, it felt more accurate to think of my skin not as a boundary, but as a thoroughfare…I was no longer alone in my own skin and my life felt like it began before it began and will end long after it ends, extending far beyond my life’s limitations…

    By drew URL on 04.26.2013

  14. I’ll never forget that night when it felt i was reading a story a bit beyond my understanding. That night when the raccoon’s bones looked like letters, like inscriptions, like language. That night when every tree felt like a life-long standing ovation to the sun and secretly to the stars and their ancient light that gives them something secret and vital. That night when I became a tree with all my branches bowing to the earth that never let me down. The night when all the tree tips of the forest slowly swayed like a crowd of hands all waving hello or goodbye or come with them until the wind suddenly stopped and the sky held its breath as though the universe were whispering a secret, its secret about everything. Until suddenly the sky inhaled as though it was shocked with metaphysical lightening and every leaf raised from the branches like gills and gasped as though the wind was water. And I sensed a great river. I sensed the rivers of wind, the rivers of water, the rivers of blood, of space, of time, of light, of darkness, of dream, of reality all confluence into one mighty one that demands no tribute, no name, no mythology. Its morphology flows through all biology without physical detection or pointing direction, through me through you through all and takes a part of us with it. Upon that, it felt more accurate to think of my skin not as a boundary, but as a thoroughfare…I was no longer alone in my own skin and my life felt like it began before it began and will end long after it ends, extending far beyond my life’s limitations…

    By drew URL on 04.26.2013

  15. Nan had been around forever, it seemed. She was just always there, with her pictures and stories dating back to a time no one else remembered. And then, suddenly, she wasn’t. She was badly injured in a car crash and never recovered.
    She was, to me, like the acorn tree on the hill. The one that Nan said had been there for as long as she could remember. The one that had still stood strongly in my days, until an electric storm targeted it and left it a weak, blackened shadow of its former self.

    By Aca on 04.26.2013

  16. The fence hums at a low frequency. The buzzing grows louder as the bird descends. Quickly, young one. Escape while you can. Zap. It has landed. Fried chicken, anyone?

    By melodyhager on 04.26.2013

  17. The moment you said that, it was if I had been electrocuted. I froze there, not feeling anything, and then I started to feel. I started to feel too much. I started panicking, and I prayed that this wasn’t real. I couldn’t do this, I was panic stricken and sick with emotions. I didn’t know what to do or feel, all I knew was that I was forced to feel these things.

    By Kayla URL on 04.26.2013

  18. He was a bad man. No one wanted him around for all the damage he had done. The day his electrocution was announced everyone breathed a little easier. With his death happiness was reborn in the small town. It was finally over.

    By Miriam on 04.26.2013

  19. electrocute
    poor aston
    who cares?

    electrocuted
    i see in eyes
    who cares

    By Rowena on 04.26.2013

  20. i don’t what to say.

    By M. Badr on 04.26.2013

  21. She dropped the radio into the tub! How stupid could she be! Thank God the act of it falling off the counter and into the tub unplugged it before it electrocuted her.

    By JP West URL on 04.26.2013

  22. I tried not to electrocute myself as I put the plug in the wall. I turned to Jeff and gave him a thumbs up. He grinned at me in that goofy way of his and flipped the switch.

    By MacM. on 04.26.2013

  23. What the heck is that? I mean seriously? Electrocute? Is that like a cute person.. being electrocuted? Or is it just a more advanced version of cute? What? Better yet, is it like a explosion of cuteness that sets of electric sparks? What on earth is electrocute? Anndd.. that odd moment when I realize it means electrocute.. like to electrocute something..

    By faith URL on 04.26.2013

  24. how shock it would be to see your fear in front of you. No barriers to seperate you from a nightmare. Skin tingling.

    By Malcolm Jones on 04.26.2013

  25. The sun electrocuted me on that first, trembling spring day. Such a sudden dose of vitamin D after months of the cloud canopy that is Oregon stirred my bones.

    By Neelvar on 04.26.2013

  26. When i was younger i got electrocuted. I was about two years old and i decided to stick key in the light socket. I don’t remember any of this, but that instance scared my parents very much. I was kind of a devilish child, and i would do mischievous things such as that all of the time.

    By clara Stewart on 04.26.2013

  27. I shrank away, the sparking electricity arcing towards my flesh even as I did so. “Please,” I whispered, my voice coming from between dry cracked lips that tasted of blood. I’d bitten through it at least twice in the last few hours but as long as I didn’t scream, he would get the satisfaction that he needed, and I would stay alive. If you counted these moments of blinding torture interspersed with even more blindingly painful bouts of electrocution.
    “Come on, girly. Just one bitty scream and I’ll make it all stop,” he said, his crooning voice making me sick to my stomach. How could I have ever thought he was a man? This…this was a monster.
    He chuckled and only then did I realize I’d spoken aloud. “I’m not a monster,”

    By S.C. Lovelace URL on 04.26.2013

  28. It is not great to electrocute yourself or anyone else for that matter.

    By Tracey URL on 04.26.2013

  29. It is not great to electrocute yourself or anyone else for that matter.

    By Tracey URL on 04.26.2013

  30. The prisoner looked through the bars. The supper cart came down the corridor with his meal. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he wondered how he would manage.

    By Tammi URL on 04.26.2013

  31. The computer charger was still plugged into the wall. It had been sitting there all day, not plugged into a computer. It was hard to tell if there was any energy going through it or if It was just sitting there, doing nothing. A cat walked through the kitchen, tripping on the cord and p

    By Ashley on 04.26.2013

  32. I’ve read a lot of books, I should know it by now. That feeling you get when you’re about to fall. That sensation when you’re going through something new. At least I know, I’ve read it in books.

    By Nath URL on 04.26.2013

  33. I felt a jolt like I had been electrocuted. I woke up, darkness staring deep into my tired and surprised eyes. Confused, I ached for the memory of what I had just dreamed of. When I searched into my mind for information and memory, nothing seemed to be there. Like someone had just emptied it out. And all that was left was dust and musty air.

    By Annee on 04.26.2013

  34. die, pain, rubbish.
    you electrocuted me. i was shocked, i didn’t know what to say. empty, you zapped all emotion. Just pure pain, in my head, spreading through my body flowing through my blood. Pain and betrayal, electrocuting me

    By Miranda on 04.26.2013

  35. they fire one hundred and fifty volts through you
    cracking open your skull
    and dousing your brain
    in sweet fire;
    shaking you up like you’re used to being shook,
    the doctors speak in rapid tongues
    when your eyes close
    and you wake up in a hospital bed
    with one hundred and fifty memories lost

    shocked

    By Katie on 04.26.2013

  36. I feel paralyzed, electrocuted with anger. It fills my body with chaos, aggravation as I struggle to continue each step with calm.

    By Kirk URL on 04.26.2013

  37. they fire one hundred and fifty volts through you, cracking open your skull and dousing your brain in sweet fire; shaking you up like you’re used to being shook, the doctors speak in rapid tongues

    when your eyes close, and you wake up in a hospital bed with one hundred and fifty memories lost

    shocked

    By farouchaise URL on 04.26.2013

  38. I electrocuted myself with stuff and then i died and i felt all boney when i died and it was horrible i was burning in the after world and then i had a happy party at the end i think but yeahhh thats how i died i think…

    By Lynnette URL on 04.26.2013

  39. I’ve got chills… they’re multiplying. I’m clearly too old for this word.

    By mcniwi URL on 04.26.2013

  40. the perspiration ran down her forehead making her red hair gleam in the florescent lights. Her green eyes that seemed deeper than Avalon’s forest with flakes of ice blue arctic snowflakes.Thin pink lips chapped by disuse. as the last year of her life had been a small white clean room. All in culmination to this day when all her sins came back to haunt her and ran through her mind as she sat their being strapped into the chair. the small elderly doctor cleaned her forehead and prepared her for the small metal head piece placing the sponges above her temples. He had been kind to her for these last few months now he would be the last to see her alive. She could only ponder on what lay in store for her after her life ended since she had never once found religion she knew nothing of gods or heaven or hell. to her all that lay was a dark peace that said her poor existence was done.

    By Danielle mcknight on 04.26.2013