The car veered dangerously close to the curb as it screeched around the corner. The tires on the left side lifted ever so slightly as the powerful g-forces overtook them.
The hijacker craned his neck in distress to see how far back his pursuers were. They were gaining.
It was over for him. The worst decision of his life was reaching its apex. This was oddly comforting.
The car veered dangerously close to the curb as it screeched around the corner. The tires on the left side lifted ever so slightly as the powerful g-forces overtook them.
The hijacker craned his neck in distress to see how far back his pursuers were. They were gaining.
It was over for him. The worst decision of his life was reaching its apex. This was oddly comforting.
“Oh god, please…no!” she whispered to herself as she hugged her legs. With her face smashed to her knees and her eyes full of tears, she watched the feet of the terrorists approach. She held her breath.
I never understood what it means. They took over my thoughts, my life. They hijacked my mind, my being. Does it really make sense when I say that I don’t know what I’ve become? Not like a plane is hijacked I guess. I guess he hijacked my train of thought.
The car wasn’t in primo condition, but it was the only one available with a person in it. She jumped into it, held the gun to the driver’s head, and screamed, “Drive!” “Where?” “Just drive. Get us the hell out of here. The place is gonna blow!” He slammed his foot on the accelerator and left rubber in the parking lot and hit the main street heading south.
The car has been hijacked and I am still inside. I don’t know what’s going on; I’m still locked in the trunk and they don’t know I’m here. Maybe they do, but either way, they have the car. They want someone to kill. They want ransom money. And I’m still in the trunk.
Adrienne sighed as once again, Martin hijacked the conversation to talk about himself. She watched as the others’ eyes glazed over; as the muttered apologies and sidling away began.
my plan to go home for the holidays was hijacked by the government. first, it does not provide quality education equally in all the provinces of the Philippines that is why I have to live far from home to study in the University of the Philippines Diliman. Then, it imposes these ginormous taxes on plane flights I do not even know where to start. So, begrudgingly, I chose to book the cheapest flight, even if it was inconvenient for me. And then, on my way to the airport, there is a horrible traffice in EDSA, because apparently, some roads are being constructed so certain highways were closed. Great. When I finally relaized I will miss my flight, I hailed a cab while cursing half- silently and half- screaming.
This forum has been hijacked by teenagers! All they want to talk about is stickers and trapper keepers and the glitter. I’m going to spend the rest of the day in my locker at the highschool and when the kid who owns the locker now opens it he’ll find an older gentleman in it and then I’ll have a lot of explaining to do!
It is not the hijacking of airplanes that concerns me so much; I don’t travel. It is the hijacking of conversations. It takes me time to ruminate on a subject… to formulate my thoughts and the way in which I wish to express them. People are much too impatient for that. By the time I have decided what I want to say, the conversation has moved on to another topic. That is why I prefer internet conversations. I have time to think before I speak (type!). I can look up words in my dictionary or thesaurus. I can Google. THEN I can type what I wish to say. In real life, one can only speak off the top of one’s head. The obvious is usually on top; for insight, one must dig deeper.
Our team was the favorite to win the bi annual speech day competition. However our chance to do the double was dashed when our entries were hijacked by our opponents and submitted instead.
she was driving a red car. she a driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
she as driving a red car. she driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and
Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
The plane came down in a fog and nobody could see who the hijackers were.One could have been a woman and the other a man with a gun. It was freezing cold!
When my mind got hijacked, I knew that they were more intelligent then us, the time was now and I didn’t know what to do. How could they be so much more advanced then us, our culture was complex but highly flawed.
On my way out of the seven-eleven, with a bag of pepsi and another cup of coke- a traitor of commercialism I was- you hijacked my train of thought and made it clear that sprite was obviously the best choice, and only I could rival that.
The hijacking was over before we scarcely realized that it had begun. We looked around, amazed. Whatever they were looking for, they had found it unbelievably quickly.
I was siting on a plane, happily sipping my tea, when suddenly the alarms started going off. I looked around sharply, afraid the plane might start dropping out of the sky at any moment, when a voice starts speaking overhead. “This is your new captain speaking. Hope you guys like a joy ride.”
“We were, uh, hijacked!”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s carjacked, you idiot,” I said, cuffing him hard across the back of his head. “We’re not a ruddy plane then, are we?”
“Oww,”
im tired of getting hijacked.
not the actual meaning.
but I do not know how to get another word
its haunting me.
hijacked.
hijacked.
planes
cars
hearts
scars
hijacked
It was a rainy day, making the blonde’s smile seem even brighter to me. I looked out the tinted windows curiously, trying to see his name tag, but only to have no luck.
My father was talking to him in a low voice, which meant he was talking about me. I hated that. He was probably warning the kid.
Get her to the gala safely, or I will make sure you don’t live to see your paycheck, he would say. I almost laughed. Daddy was extremely protective, threatening anything that moved around me, but I was the only one who knew he couldn’t hurt a fly.
Daddy tossed him the keys and waved through the window, even though he couldn’t see me. This car was tinted all ground, impossible to see through. I blew him a kiss anyway.
When the blonde got into the car, I stayed silent. He didn’t even look back when pulling away from the curb, which seemed like a basic rule of driving. He floored the gas, speeding out of the parking lot. I was shy, so I kept quiet for most of the ride, but when he started to take off the red blazer, I asked what he was doing.
“The thing is so itchy and I like to be comfortab–” he cut himself off, his eyes going wide at the same time as he turned around, “who the hell are you?”
I furrowed my eyebrows, “the person you are supposed to be driving to the dance.” I said slowly.
You’ve hijacked my mind, infiltrating every secret passage until I don’t have the freedom, or clarity to think anymore. You’re like a little drill, pouring holes inside my head. But I can’t help but to love you.
Taken, stolen, that’s what you’ve done. You’re a thief in friend’s clothing and I have had enough. My sanity does not depend on you any longer. I will never again ask you permission to be who I’ve always been meant to be.
and carried away.
but where was i anyways?
how do i know i’m not
stuck on some island. drifting in someone else’s fairytale.
they are always so demented.
Cinderella’s chopped feet and scratched out eyes.
The children are to be feared here.
please take me.
hijacked slam. body cushion sweltering cave pools. smudges on the window with finger trails dried in from days before. Will never come out. Kids used to sit here, play games in the back. Will shampoo the thing for sure.
You flew your planes in the correct paths
For the most part
But sometimes you would see me cascading through the skies
And decide you liked my set of wings more
It was then that you would hijack my heart
And send my reeling, careening back down
Down
D
o
w
n
to Earth
Yet you always seem to know when I need my parachute
She thumbed it, out on highway 11. She found it hard to keep on the soft shoulder but she knew she couldn’t stay on the highway. It made it nearly impossible to go anywhere else in the heat of the night. She wanted to go home. It’s why she got out of her boyfriend’s truck. She loved him but he didn’t love her the same way. He expected so much, he lifted the skirt of her dress and felt her leg all the way up. He lost control of the vehicle for a brief moment before she demanded he pull over on the soft shoulder of highway 11.
The car veered dangerously close to the curb as it screeched around the corner. The tires on the left side lifted ever so slightly as the powerful g-forces overtook them.
The hijacker craned his neck in distress to see how far back his pursuers were. They were gaining.
It was over for him. The worst decision of his life was reaching its apex. This was oddly comforting.
The car veered dangerously close to the curb as it screeched around the corner. The tires on the left side lifted ever so slightly as the powerful g-forces overtook them.
The hijacker craned his neck in distress to see how far back his pursuers were. They were gaining.
It was over for him. The worst decision of his life was reaching its apex. This was oddly comforting.
“Oh god, please…no!” she whispered to herself as she hugged her legs. With her face smashed to her knees and her eyes full of tears, she watched the feet of the terrorists approach. She held her breath.
I never understood what it means. They took over my thoughts, my life. They hijacked my mind, my being. Does it really make sense when I say that I don’t know what I’ve become? Not like a plane is hijacked I guess. I guess he hijacked my train of thought.
The car wasn’t in primo condition, but it was the only one available with a person in it. She jumped into it, held the gun to the driver’s head, and screamed, “Drive!” “Where?” “Just drive. Get us the hell out of here. The place is gonna blow!” He slammed his foot on the accelerator and left rubber in the parking lot and hit the main street heading south.
i have no idea what that word means but looks interesting, sounds like if you were ,making a joke really funny one.
When I hear or seen the word hijacked, immediately reminds me of planes & terrorists taking over
The car has been hijacked and I am still inside. I don’t know what’s going on; I’m still locked in the trunk and they don’t know I’m here. Maybe they do, but either way, they have the car. They want someone to kill. They want ransom money. And I’m still in the trunk.
“Well, what happened to me was…”
Adrienne sighed as once again, Martin hijacked the conversation to talk about himself. She watched as the others’ eyes glazed over; as the muttered apologies and sidling away began.
my plan to go home for the holidays was hijacked by the government. first, it does not provide quality education equally in all the provinces of the Philippines that is why I have to live far from home to study in the University of the Philippines Diliman. Then, it imposes these ginormous taxes on plane flights I do not even know where to start. So, begrudgingly, I chose to book the cheapest flight, even if it was inconvenient for me. And then, on my way to the airport, there is a horrible traffice in EDSA, because apparently, some roads are being constructed so certain highways were closed. Great. When I finally relaized I will miss my flight, I hailed a cab while cursing half- silently and half- screaming.
Don’t move! Everyone stay seated and no one will get hurt. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before” my seatmate mumbled as everyone stared, frozen.
This forum has been hijacked by teenagers! All they want to talk about is stickers and trapper keepers and the glitter. I’m going to spend the rest of the day in my locker at the highschool and when the kid who owns the locker now opens it he’ll find an older gentleman in it and then I’ll have a lot of explaining to do!
Peter was hijacked en so he was in big panic. Although he had his mobile phone with him he could not do anything while it had no power. What tot do?
It wasn’t just a plane. It wasn’t just two buildings. It was a whole country.
It is not the hijacking of airplanes that concerns me so much; I don’t travel. It is the hijacking of conversations. It takes me time to ruminate on a subject… to formulate my thoughts and the way in which I wish to express them. People are much too impatient for that. By the time I have decided what I want to say, the conversation has moved on to another topic. That is why I prefer internet conversations. I have time to think before I speak (type!). I can look up words in my dictionary or thesaurus. I can Google. THEN I can type what I wish to say. In real life, one can only speak off the top of one’s head. The obvious is usually on top; for insight, one must dig deeper.
Our team was the favorite to win the bi annual speech day competition. However our chance to do the double was dashed when our entries were hijacked by our opponents and submitted instead.
He felt the plane suddenly drop, maybe just turbulence. A strange voice shouting, not the pilot, we were being hijacked.
she was driving a red car. she a driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
Once upon a time in a white, white house…
she as driving a red car. she driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and
Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
The plane came down in a fog and nobody could see who the hijackers were.One could have been a woman and the other a man with a gun. It was freezing cold!
Hijacked, hijacked, everywhere I go. Why not, Hello John? Why are people not more polite?
When my mind got hijacked, I knew that they were more intelligent then us, the time was now and I didn’t know what to do. How could they be so much more advanced then us, our culture was complex but highly flawed.
On my way out of the seven-eleven, with a bag of pepsi and another cup of coke- a traitor of commercialism I was- you hijacked my train of thought and made it clear that sprite was obviously the best choice, and only I could rival that.
The hijacking was over before we scarcely realized that it had begun. We looked around, amazed. Whatever they were looking for, they had found it unbelievably quickly.
I was siting on a plane, happily sipping my tea, when suddenly the alarms started going off. I looked around sharply, afraid the plane might start dropping out of the sky at any moment, when a voice starts speaking overhead. “This is your new captain speaking. Hope you guys like a joy ride.”
“We were, uh, hijacked!”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s carjacked, you idiot,” I said, cuffing him hard across the back of his head. “We’re not a ruddy plane then, are we?”
“Oww,”
im tired of getting hijacked.
not the actual meaning.
but I do not know how to get another word
its haunting me.
hijacked.
hijacked.
planes
cars
hearts
scars
hijacked
the plane was jerked to a stop, yelling filling my ears. I jerked up from the seat, masks being passed around. the plane was being hijacked.
It was a rainy day, making the blonde’s smile seem even brighter to me. I looked out the tinted windows curiously, trying to see his name tag, but only to have no luck.
My father was talking to him in a low voice, which meant he was talking about me. I hated that. He was probably warning the kid.
Get her to the gala safely, or I will make sure you don’t live to see your paycheck, he would say. I almost laughed. Daddy was extremely protective, threatening anything that moved around me, but I was the only one who knew he couldn’t hurt a fly.
Daddy tossed him the keys and waved through the window, even though he couldn’t see me. This car was tinted all ground, impossible to see through. I blew him a kiss anyway.
When the blonde got into the car, I stayed silent. He didn’t even look back when pulling away from the curb, which seemed like a basic rule of driving. He floored the gas, speeding out of the parking lot. I was shy, so I kept quiet for most of the ride, but when he started to take off the red blazer, I asked what he was doing.
“The thing is so itchy and I like to be comfortab–” he cut himself off, his eyes going wide at the same time as he turned around, “who the hell are you?”
I furrowed my eyebrows, “the person you are supposed to be driving to the dance.” I said slowly.
“Oh shit.”
You’ve hijacked my mind, infiltrating every secret passage until I don’t have the freedom, or clarity to think anymore. You’re like a little drill, pouring holes inside my head. But I can’t help but to love you.
this thread has been
hijacked
taken astray
by an attention-starved
and desperate
jackhole
don’t bother trying to
steer it back
to a more pleasurable course
there is no righting this
He pulled her in like a piece of paper plucked up by the wind. He hijacked her heart and with it her soul.
They hijacked the plane.
Immediately, everyone felt it. The plane took a sharp dive, and the seatbelt sign went on as luggage rattled in the overhead compartment.
Taken, stolen, that’s what you’ve done. You’re a thief in friend’s clothing and I have had enough. My sanity does not depend on you any longer. I will never again ask you permission to be who I’ve always been meant to be.
and carried away.
but where was i anyways?
how do i know i’m not
stuck on some island. drifting in someone else’s fairytale.
they are always so demented.
Cinderella’s chopped feet and scratched out eyes.
The children are to be feared here.
please take me.
hijacked slam. body cushion sweltering cave pools. smudges on the window with finger trails dried in from days before. Will never come out. Kids used to sit here, play games in the back. Will shampoo the thing for sure.
Stolen. Broken. Taken without kindness or question. Killed at the peak of perfection, ruined before beginning.
You flew your planes in the correct paths
For the most part
But sometimes you would see me cascading through the skies
And decide you liked my set of wings more
It was then that you would hijack my heart
And send my reeling, careening back down
Down
D
o
w
n
to Earth
Yet you always seem to know when I need my parachute
She thumbed it, out on highway 11. She found it hard to keep on the soft shoulder but she knew she couldn’t stay on the highway. It made it nearly impossible to go anywhere else in the heat of the night. She wanted to go home. It’s why she got out of her boyfriend’s truck. She loved him but he didn’t love her the same way. He expected so much, he lifted the skirt of her dress and felt her leg all the way up. He lost control of the vehicle for a brief moment before she demanded he pull over on the soft shoulder of highway 11.
“That pimp totally hijacked my car, officer.”
“What did he use, sir?”
“A woman.”
“A woman?”
“She had nothing on. She was hot, you know?”
“Aha.”