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Tall dead lion corn looming over us and the velvet blackness above us, seeping like fingers between the husks and stalks and it can be rather terrifying, but not so much when you’re all together and laughing and there’s cider and pumpkin chess pieces waiting for you once you slowly and reluctantly tear yourself out of that good old American maze.
By Sarah on 02.12.2012
I got to get through… so far the tests I’ve failed. so I’m not sure if i want to see the end.
By Nightawait URL on 02.12.2012
On a stinking hot day, mid February in the southern hemisphere, she drove her car until smoke billowed from under the bonnet. She looked around, her memory not providing any clues to her current location. She was in a maze of streets, with dreary identical homes lined up, all with their windows closed. In this maze she was a mouse, finding her way out. Instead of cheese drawing her to the destination, it was the promise of air-conditioning.
By Suzie on 02.12.2012
The maze went on for miles and miles forever and ever. He breathed a lungful of dust and coughed it out as he strained to see past the light of his torch, squinting into the darkness. Deep in the shadows he felt something watching him, waiting. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and chilled him to the bone.
By fire_ball URL on 02.12.2012
My mind is a maze. A labyrinth of language, memory, fact, illusion, dreams, worry, love, hate, anger, sadness, happiness. A maze of my own creation that not even I can conquer.
By Katharine URL on 02.12.2012
One often pictures a mouse heading toward the centre of a maze to acquire a cheese reward. However, the Minotaur also resided in a maze. Perhaps mazes are not so safe. They can have traps. I wonder why people complete mazes for leisure?
By Shaunak URL on 02.12.2012
I stumbled through the maze
the walls of leaf and vine
and wondered if I would
my destiny soon find
I came to fear the middle
though branches I did rend
for there was the ever-growing fear
that there I’d meet my end
By SprawlingInk URL on 02.12.2012
i’m running through a maze
life is so complicated
you get lost in it
you go through obstacles
and you try to find your way out
but you just get lost again
life is a maze
By taylorp URL on 02.12.2012
he’s like a maze. one day he loves me , one day he doesn’t . he’s confusing, cunning, enraging but sweet, kind, loving and gentle. i want to figure him out i want to be with him . all the time. But he doesnt feel the same way. its depressing
By Emmy URL on 02.12.2012
After they left the barn, one of the ninja’s torched it.
“Well, that’s the waste of a perfectly good barn,” thought Jensen.
The van took them through winding country roads lined with hedges, which reminded Jensen of being in a maze in an Alice in Wonderland story…which wasn’t too far from the truth in his mind.
By chole URL on 02.12.2012
i was walking through the maze all alone that night. i wasn’t even cold, except my fingertips. at night in the cold no matter what my fingertips always feel like they’re being repeatably stabbed at with a kitchen knife. funny.
By Abra URL on 02.12.2012
lost. adventure. can’t see over the top. backwards. forwards. exciting. unknown. instincts. intuition. going with it. not being in control. figuring it out.
By sarah URL on 02.12.2012
AMAZING! A maze! Made of maize! Amazing! Yeah. Lots of people get lost in the maze. That’s why they have staff who can follow the secret markers and get them out without getting lost them selves. Of course, someone observant enough could, in theory, spot the secret markers and follow them to the center, but where’s the fun in that?
By Ellie URL on 02.12.2012
We’re sitting right next to each other, but I don’t know what I should do, or what to say. Should I ask you about your day? Should I comment about the moisture in the room? Whatever move I make is either one step closer to getting to know you better or getting further away from you. Can’t you just take initiative? Can’t you just lead me through?
By Jessica Bang URL on 02.12.2012
This is totally amazing, I went out for a walk and ran into this lady, I never saw her before, she had these wild green eyes, that stroke me and it was like in a dream. I did not realize that I was talking to someone I never met yet, I felt I k
By Marcel URL on 02.12.2012
my mind feels like a mirror maze….an idea, a child, a comment – 3 at one time send me bouncing back and forth like the light of the reflections, constantly stuck in the middle with little progress to the outside.
By More Everything URL on 02.12.2012
I turn. But again, all I can see is green and nothing. I start to pant faster. The path I have taken to get here lies behind me. Or is that a different one? Different paths spread out and I pick one at random, running down it. I hope this will lead me to what I seek, but I also have a feeling I may never make it our of this maze.
By Jocelyn URL on 02.12.2012
it seems like it’s never ending
the twists and turns and fucking dead ends. they’re everywhere and she’s pretty positive they’ll never stop.
so she runs and runs and her feet feel like they’re splitting but she won’t stop either. her breath is ragged and she swears she can practically feel her heart is dying. she doesn’t know how other people do it because she can feel herself losing speed. she stops and it’s not in a blissful moment of pure emotion or no emotion or whatever that white light is supposed to give you. it’s actually pretty painful, the way her breath claws out of her lungs for the last few times.
it seems like there is an ending after all.
By reilly URL on 02.12.2012
Terrified, a rounded another corner. Mazes can lose people and please can lose themselves in a maze. They never seem to understand that there is one way in, and one way out. THey think that if they go the same way some multiple times, they’ll magically find their way out again.
By Katie Parker on 02.12.2012
A labyrinth is not a maze. There are no tricks to it — walk slowly in, and walk slowly out. It is a form of meditative prayer. Or if you don’t like to pray, you can just clear your mind, be in the center, perhaps receive some inspiration and think about it on the way out. It’s a powerful experience no matter how you approach it.
By Carol Bailey Floyd URL on 02.12.2012
I was trapped in a maze, there was no where to turn.
After trying to get out of there all night my luck had finally ran short.
I thought I would make it out, I thought I would survive but just as soon as I thought I was almost near the light, I felt the worst pain in my chest.
I had been shot..and as I slowly fell to the ground I thought of Amalia..how sweet her smile always was. I guess I was right all along, I was near the light after all. After all of this time, I finally get to see her. My sweet, sweet Amalia.
By Drue URL on 02.12.2012
I remember one particular fall, one that literally rained leaves for 3 straight months, when me and my family went to a corn maze. IT was particularly chill outside and but I was prepared with my puffy jacket and a scarf.
By Mary URL on 02.12.2012
maze, im lost.
life, i’m amazed.
never know where its gonna take me,
scared as all hell, but ready because it is all just a maze.
give me glory, for i am a maze
By Celia on 02.12.2012
You know things aren’t going to be bad, now that you’re in the maze alone. You put up one hand and run it along the stone wall and close your eyes. Long enough with a hand on the wall, and you’ll find your way out. Maybe this will take longer than your competition’s method of just guessing at random intervals, and hoping for the best, but you’re sure to get out without having to think at all. Just keep your eyes closed, and hum a gentle tune as you wander through the labyrinth…and out.
By Lancir URL on 02.12.2012
i have never been in a maze. wait i think thats a lie, i went to linvilla orchards once and i got lost in the maze and billie and i just started knocking over the hay until we got out and we got in trouble. i dont dig mazes though, i’ll tell you what.
By regina on 02.12.2012
You got lost. Again. You let your heart scream louder than your head, and now you’re paying for that. The walls are high and grey and the bricks run like angular veins up to the top that you can’t reach because you’re human and they’re giant freaking walls.
By jupiter URL on 02.12.2012
I remember when we went to a maze. You took my hand and let me lead. I got us lost and you laughed.
“You were never one to lead,” you told me.
“But I don’t like to follow.”
“So who are you?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t know. I’m just a girl who likes rain and loves people more than I should.”
You shook your head and gripped my hand.
“No. No, you are more than that.”
By Jobelle URL on 02.12.2012
life is a maze. sometimes, you’re on the right track but most of the time, you find yourself lost and confused and you ask yourself whether whether the road you’re taking is where you really want to go.
By katsg URL on 02.12.2012
She;s my Babylon, halfhearted labyrinth of misfigured sensation, causing more than complications to this maze that we call life. When courtship falls into walls of evergreen sorrow, despairing that the fulfillment will be premature, seeking sanctity in the window laving- stones thrown in absent minded folly of adversity, Make sure she is worthy, make sure you know a way out…
By MorganLovell URL on 02.12.2012
Being in the maze of life is awesome!! Yet more often than not, we try our best to make it complicated. Judging ourselves, the decisions and turns we make, wondering if we got it right and looking around for others to lead us!! However, when we simply enjoy the process of finding our own way with ease and joy, because it’s what we want and because we can, it is always the most rewarding!
By Karen Knight URL on 02.12.2012
I don’t know how to get out, I’ve been wondering in this maze for far too long it feels – but I love it. The familiar paths I retrace over and over… the comfort of knowing that this is mine, this is what I want, that I’m here for a reason and i don’t really want to leave. But I’m lost. Sometimes it all feels so overwhelming, like I’ve been trapped – it’s taken over my ability to rationalize. Am I really happy here? Or do I want out?
By Delilah URL on 02.12.2012
By danijela on 02.12.2012
The maze that accompanies filing any kind of taxes is perplexing. Every year the same ole issues pop up at the exact same time that they did the year before. It is maddening. I give up. The government doesn’t really need to know about all of the money I made last year. For christ’s sake…I don’t even know!
By Fender2010 URL on 02.12.2012
your a maze whoooo, whooo, what a wimsy a whimsical farce or some kind of jealous interpretation of eye signals, the singlemost labryinthian feeling you exude. Whether or not people believe me the eyes bat and flash and there is no cheese at the end of the maze.
By jonathon on 02.12.2012
life is like a maze, your gonna take wrong turns, but you’ll always find your way, you may take longer, you may take shorter, but in the end we all have the same ending, whether its happy or sad, its what you make it
By Jack Beaton on 02.12.2012
To test your brain. Seeimg how fast you can do something. Likel falling in love. You try and try but only when you guess, hope, and believe will you suceed. Not everyone can but if you really want to you will
By Alyssa on 02.12.2012
The maze was never ending. “I can’t find a way out!” “Where do we go?!” “HELP!” We didn’t know where we came from or where we were going. But we had to keep moving. That was the most important thing; keep moving…
By Proxima on 02.12.2012
no way out
voice forever faded
lost in a maze
By Leah on 02.12.2012
The fog set in and our pace quickened. “We’re going the wrong way,” John said. “The moss on the tree indicates we’re going south. Camp is north.” We’d been hiking for three hours and none of us knew where north was, let alone camp. I kept thinking that I could smell Lindsey’s cooking – camp roast, mashed potatoes, and caramelized carrots – but my mind was playing tricks. Edna tripped on a root, and screamed. My head whipped around to see the commotion. As the maze of hysteria set in midst the evergreens, taller now than their fading shadows, a discord . . .
By Chris Rogers URL on 02.12.2012
I’m in a maze of rules and words. Arguments are semantic, no…..inductive. Um, can I ask a question? Why do I have to navigate these meaningless words in order to make a point? If the point being made is without a point itself?
By Theresa URL on 02.12.2012
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