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Give him a minute, he had said. Never mind that minute had turned into an hour. He started to walk away. He didn’t know if the job had gone bad or not, but by this point, even though he wasn’t supposed to, he was going to abandon his post. It wasn’t worth it.
By Rena on 06.22.2012
The minute I wake up until the minute I fall asleep all I hear from you is MEOW. I hhave had enough. I love you kitty kitty.
By teeda URL on 06.22.2012
I’m your puppet, but undeserving. Any minute you could cut the strings and the fall is huge. I can’t help but to be afraid. Living in this fear every day, that you’ll cut the strings and walk away.
By Paige Noel URL on 06.22.2012
a minute went by asking for directions i looked at it from far, a minute went by and stopped it did, ha it said i’ve made you laugh.
By camilla sebastian on 06.22.2012
So many minutes in a day.
However many of those there are in a lifetime it takes just one to change your life.
Just one to make you regret something forever.
Just one to make you the happiest person alive.
A minute is all it ever takes.
By Anne on 06.22.2012
One minute. One minute until the world explodes, obliterates. One minute until everything we know will be destroyed. Entire skyscrapers ground to a dust. 9/11 times one million. Every life- human, animal, plant, bug will be obliterated. Thousands of years of progress, culture, history. Gone. Progress will be halted. All advancement will be halted. And maybe, in billions of years, after dinosaurs repopulate the earth- maybe they’ll survive this time- people will theorize, “Hey, what if we’re not the first? Maybe before us, before the dinosaurs, even, there were people, people even more advanced than we are, obliterated by one shooting star that came to close for comfort. One dream that was just a little too big.” I wonder how many people wished on that start, before they realized it’s the very thing that will end all their dreams. I wonder. “But hey,” they’ll say, “That’s crazy.”
By Emma Crowe URL on 06.22.2012
11:59. I swallowed hard. One minute ’til midnight. One minute to decide my fate. My heart threw itself up against my ribs like a wild beast trying to escape from its cage. I stared hard at the small boy who stood a few yards in front of me, inches from the drop off. His face was streaked with dirt and he was trembling as he held the key close to his chest.
“Give me the key,” I said sternly, holding out my hand. I scowled when he shook his head. I could feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck. I took a deep breath. “I need that key.” I took a step closer. “Give it to me.”
My heart plummeted when he held the key over the ledge, threatening to drop it; his face twisted into a crooked smirk as he watched my eyes bulge with terror. My head pounded along to the rhythm of the clock’s ticking, but the pounding almost stopped as I watched the boy’s grimy fingers unlatch from the key. It glinted in the low light as it fell down into the pit. I screamed and, without thinking, sprinted after it, leaping off the edge and praying there was something at the bottom to save me.
By Rachel URL on 06.22.2012
I have to write for a minute, about the word minute. In a minute you can set a record, play a game, write a story, listen to a song, ect. Every minute can make a difference. Especially if you
By Brittannie Collins URL on 06.22.2012
Only a minute left on the clock. Her blood was racing through her veins and her breath was coming out in shallow gasps as she pushed herself to continue running. She couldn’t stop. She had to make it to the gate. This was her last chance to say goodbye.
By Chrystal URL on 06.22.2012
I only have a minute to write whatever words I feel. A minute is both an eternity and never long enough. SO many minutes make up our days, and yet do we use them? Do I use them? How can I use them better, how can I be better to my fellow man? How is it that some minutes feel so different from others. A phone conversation with a special someone. A phone conversation with someone you dread. Very different minutes, and yet same minutes indeed.
By Melissa on 06.22.2012
Minutes go by like seconds these days; there’s no regard for time or the passage thereof. How many minutes until the next hour, until the next day, until the next lifetime? And before you know it all of our minutes have run out, expended like little beads of sand in an hourglass.
By Michelle on 06.22.2012
What hinges on minute details may surprise you.
It isn’t the minutia but how you respond to it. To imagine a profound or piffle turning point is to give your character(s?) the opportunity to delve into real, imagined, internal or external realms never before touched.
By ISOreality URL on 06.22.2012
very small amount of time and very useful, even though it doesn’t seem so, every one of these is a gift and needs to be recognised as such.
By Deb on 06.22.2012
it was minutes before zachary found his car keys.
By Janelle URL on 06.22.2012
“In a minute!” called Laia as she closed her eyes, lounging in the late afternoon sunlight.
wow “minute”. thats a weird word because i only have one minute to write about the word minute. this seems to be very ironic for me and probably for everyone that got this word today. this surely is a strange world.
By Fran on 06.22.2012
I don’t know where the time went. One minute, I was sitting in the waiting room and the next minute I was walking out to my car. It was hot outside, but I wore a long jacket and a sweater. I didn’t remember wearing that to the office. The sun was high in the afternoon sky. I blinked, realizing my sunglasses were gone. Stopping by my car, I realized I had no idea what had happened in that office. I had no memory of the appointment or the outcome. A chill ran down my spine and I turned to look at the building. I saw a curtain move in the upstairs window and a pale hand disappear from view.
By Eileen Maki URL on 06.22.2012
wait a minute please, while I work you out. it’s like youre full of sins and tragedies but you keep smiling and faking and pretending. what makes you tick tockticktock?
By Kim URL on 06.22.2012
It’s been a year since the massacre in Forks. Nobody wept for the girl from Arizona. For a minute I considered it but decided that my tears don’t glitter. She’d only just been in it for the glitter. Damn her and damn Barney. Still her lurks…
By DanielaT. URL on 06.22.2012
10 minute has changes so much in my life. I have wasted 10 minutes and put 10 minutes to great use. 10 minutes of sex have been both been bliss and a miss.
Just 10 more minutes please. It’s all I ask.
By anonamost on 06.22.2012
In a minute… I said, when asked to take out the garbage. That was one day ago.
In a minute I will really take out the garbage, really.
In a minute.
By K URL on 06.22.2012
minute or minute..mi noot..this minute i have a minoot feeling about writing about this word. the minute will go by and i will have written nothing of importance. is that the goal here ?
By joe URL on 06.22.2012
okay gyts. i have a minute to talk aboutt this. i have a minute to change the perspective of millions. its the first time ive been on national television and i’m actually here to talk about something that matters to mme. it’s my chance. . to educate these peple. i can’t ruin this. i have nothing to lose, i guess, but my country needs to know of this cause. and 2, 1, i’m on. go.
By Sydney Violet URL on 06.22.2012
And in a minute, you’re alive.
In another minute, you’re not.
The way life works is tricky. You’re either in or you’re out. No in between.
Unless you’re an exception called human.
By Freakette on 06.22.2012
A lot can change in one minute. Food can be microwaved, a plot twist in your favorite show, or getting attacked by dive bombing beetles. A minute can be sad or happy, and a minute can change your whole life.
By Kelly URL on 06.22.2012
A minute is standard time.
And you waste it.
Get up and be productive.
Off you go.
By Freakette URL on 06.22.2012
Time, how did i know, the second before the screen turned that i would be writing about time, or perhaps small increments little minutae of dialy life like the tires are flat or the seeds won’t grow, the perfect cookie but all of these things take time, not make time, how do you make time to do anything
By bluish on 06.22.2012
one miute? Isnt that how long I have to write this thing? I obviously have wated so much time now. Minute, minute, minute. THe watch on his hand read 3 past 4. She was late. He was wating in his roo m naked, with a bowl
By Gabe Lenetsky on 06.22.2012
It took me more than a minute to realize what an idiot I was. It actually feels like it took me a lifetime to discover that you never loved me. All those years, months, weeks and days that I lost. I will never get them back. I wish I never met you.
By leelee on 06.22.2012
you one minute to live. What would you do? MOst people say they would say good bye, I would tell them all to live their lives before they die just like i am. So what would you do?
By Emma on 06.22.2012
life is to short to spend my time writing about MINUTE
By Mak on 06.22.2012
Every breath seemed like a pain… I had felt lost. Every extra minute that I lived had felt like suffering. And then, it was like a light shone. Suddenly it wasn’t so hard to breathe anymore… And I finally realized the reason why; because you showed up.
By Charlie URL on 06.22.2012
One minute and it’s all over. One minute and I’m out of here, goodbye, never coming back again. Just one minute. But it feels like years.
By wendy on 06.22.2012
It’s the details, the little things, that really make it work. Things like a black moustache instead of a red one or a striped tie instead of a spotty one. Minute details.
By Ellie on 06.22.2012
minute of time, minute detail, the shiny thing you see on a a photograph that makes you think of some happy time in the past that made you smile but even that is gone, it’s so long gone and over it belongs to another person and it can’t help you through today. even the happy memories of yesterdays are just speedbumps today, measuring all the things your haven’t done and all the peoople you haven’t been.
By mushi on 06.22.2012
its a weird thing this unit. i have no feelings towards this. It makes me feel stupid that im writing about it. But i am jobless and i got nothing to do. so here goes.
my life is pointless. im not depressed. its liberating. to not have a purpose. back on topic. this is a stupid topic.
By payal URL on 06.22.2012
Millisecond, second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year. That was his life, and it was being wasted rotting away at some two-bit job, with some idiotic mouth breathing coworkers and a fuckwit boss. He wanted nothing more than to snap, maybe just blame it on the pills or the drink, but he wanted nothing more than to actually push the barrier between sanity and madness.
By Roe on 06.22.2012
One minute. That was all Kitty and Shane needed—probably more than they needed, really. The Wilder siblings, at full power? That would, without a doubt, be enough to bore through Kristofer’s defenses. As the seconds counted down, both Wilders heated themselves up, wrapping flames around their arms. Finally, just shy of fifty-seven seconds into the process, they unleashed a torrent of unfathomably powerful fire, melting through the steel effortlessly.
By RE_Sullivan URL on 06.22.2012
Really, you can’t remember what happened to you. One minute you were sleeping, the next you’re in a new town. What you don’t know, that I do know, is that you hit your head on the boat. That’s why you have that gash on the back of your skull. You fell to the floor and someone, someone dragged you up on deck. Someone decided you were worth saving.
By Cassie URL on 06.22.2012
i only have one minute to write something and i don’t know what to right maybe i can say something about miguel and how mad i am air him for being such an asshole the other night. he made me feel like i was trash. and that i was not worth of having a something with someone
By Danielle Beschle on 06.22.2012
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