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She glared across the room at him, but he seemed impervious to her gaze. He carried on his conversation. She hated his laugh. Hated his stupid hair that he would toss out of his face casually. She hated everything about him, really.
By Bridget Grace URL on 06.19.2017
They had been rivals for years. They hid their faces as they walked past, glaring through their fingers, too bitter to study each other’s features.
Then, one day, his hand slipped, and he saw.
He never looked away.
By Hypatia Greene URL on 06.19.2017
he helps me bleed
as we stand face to face
through lightning and wind
we fight over the hours
over the water
your eyes seethe of the fire you stole
from your brother,
and i wonder how the joy bled out of them.
By anothershadowbox URL on 06.19.2017
She was supposed to be my greatest rival. The one person I could counter in the fighting ring. The challenge of my day. The brutal might against my steady endurance.
And yet, there she was, sleeping half-naked in my bed, the room already heating up around our bodies.
Why had I invited her in? And why had I been so enticed by her? How had it come down to this?
By Belinda Roddie URL on 06.19.2017
he watches her back smooth out as she walks away, shoulders relaxed, unclenched fists at her side after she handed his ass to him.
it’s yet another point in her favor, and at the end of the day he supposes this’ll never change. this fight between them will go on until one of them just gives in and says what they really want out of each other.
he knows this, knows the words are just ready to come out, but, the only thought he has is:
he’ll get her next time.
By hiraeth-writes URL on 06.19.2017
there was a body under the tarpaulin. She could smell the stench of rotting flesh from the ledge where she was standing. She couldn’t believe that her rival would do this, would kill off the compettion and dispose of it so crudely.
By I on 06.19.2017
I once had a puppy but it ran away.Now i have a new puppy but it ran away to.
By Maryjane Fatuesi on 06.19.2017
Rival the chains
That have you stuck on the ocean floor.
You don’t have to drown
Don’t have to kick and scream anymore.
Your heart is on fire
But it needs air to live
Come up now, my love
Come up and breathe.
By Emily on 06.19.2017
My greatest competition. You push me to my limits and make me better. I want to beat you so bad and the only way to do it is to conquer myself. Thank you my Rival for making me better.
By Beth URL on 06.19.2017
my arrival set to a knack
my rival arches his back
dim sound of an arrow nocked as I knock the door with a clack
I enter, the arrow hits the sack I have with a thwack
powder fills the air, a cough comes from the black
I see his face in the dark, looking up at me from his back
he groans and says “nice mask. it’s been a while, jack.”
By omqwat URL on 06.19.2017
Hannah had been her rival since sixth grade. Attention, grades, clothes, looks. Hannah was always one step ahead… but not after today.
By Sunny on 06.19.2017
Hate’s a strong word. Well thats what people say. All the time. But is it really? When all we do is hate. Wether its jealousy or pettiness. Or just mere rivalry. We say we all are friends. When truly we’re all just enemies. Fighting to be ahead of each other. To be better than each other. Cause no one wants to lose, right? So is it a strong word, or is it just another adjective describing our lives?
By avyas URL on 06.19.2017
There’s a rivalry
inside of me
Don’t lie to me,
I’m flying high
away from the pain
of those choked up days
I couldn’t breathe.
People say Donald Trump is our ultimate rival; so little do they know that America is our rival. “How did we get to this point?” People muster sadly, while they build capitalism off the backs of the disadvantaged.
By Kristina URL on 06.19.2017
rival antics. unicorn horn stealing. two men in line, a hatchet in each hand, sunglasses and dark coats, collars turned up. gravel scraping underfoot. a whack, a thump. a spray of unicorn tears.
By Fred Fingery URL on 06.19.2017
The person you want to overcome. Be better than. Do whatever it takes to bring down.
Your arch enemy, nemesis.
Do something about it before they do it first.
By Eric S on 06.19.2017
They were rivals from birth. Twins were often like that – best friends or rivals. From the moment they were born thirty seconds apart, their parents had judged them against one another. Which was rosier? Which had cuter toes? Which had the bluest eyes?
By Lauryn URL on 06.19.2017
By Ai URL on 06.19.2017
A rival can be someone who threatens us, but also someone who can inspire us to be better. it all depends on our own attitude and what we decide to do with the challenges a rival may pose.
By smith URL on 06.19.2017
By Jia URL on 06.20.2017
SHe was my rival. Even though I realize that people don’t actually have rivals in real life, she was the closest thing to it. I almost wished to have a rival because she takes up all my anger, all my frustrations and channels it into one concentrated orb of hate.
By Abby on 06.20.2017
The little weeds and unidentifiable lacy things that curl from the ground are the rivals. The plants you put in with your own hands, the things you paid for, are the ones you want to win. You want the tomatoes to grow, you want your flowers to not just bloom but take over. If you had your way the horizon would be blotted out with tall spikes of snap dragons and delphiniums, curlicues of sweet peas, beans, and sugar peas, and for witchy luck the nodding heads of foxglove. You would have your own secret garden of things good to look at, good to smell, and good to eat. But the rivals have something going for them – the universe favors them. Their root systems are superior, their vines muscle in, they flourish without regard to their own usefulness. They thrive on acidity, on drought. You almost feel bad as you weed them away, like you are a eugenicist. You are yourself the equivalent of a bindweed or a dandelion. But the obsession to groom the ground is strong. You love to tear out the garbage plants, knowing they are taking nutrients from the ones that can give something back to you.
By Danielle1 URL on 06.20.2017
My biggest rival
the fucking bitch
I want to rip out her hair
and make her taste piss
She’s a rotten whore
just like her mom
she sued me and my friend
and she ruined our lives
she didn’t care
but for only herself
she is a fucking twat
and i hope she’s in hell
By lauren URL on 06.20.2017
the rival to a man’s greatest winnings,
is a homeless friend that tells tales about the great man’s
if a bear tries to swim for too long,
it will grow gills and suffocate itself.
By Milad URL on 06.20.2017
Rubia is not your rival. I framed it as a choice, but there is none – this is not a female triangle, ironically, that symbol of empowerment. This is done – no rivalry, but between you and me. I’m sorry.
By Kara on 06.20.2017
Rivalling his father’s, the king, his moustache was grand, dark, gleaming, and proud. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he walked into a room.
By Joanna on 06.20.2017
companions first rivals later.
i don’t know what is better
but when memories surface,
its hard to run the race
By komal on 06.20.2017
same name, try me
i want to be better than you
but i can’t stop crying
do you want to beat me, too?
my mind plays tricks
maybe i’m already better than you
By molly on 06.20.2017
i hate my enemy! they don’t know what they are talking about. whether it be political, mental: people are so competitive. i don’t know whether they’re competitive towards their own expectations for themselves though. its quite stupid to have rivals, really. makes me think of old fashioned knights. how do you spell medieval?
By bella on 06.20.2017
The one that I always see at the top.
Makes me want to become better to defeat you.
Sometimes I think we can be friends.
So we can make each other better.
But until then, til the death my rival.
By E. URL on 06.20.2017
your own rival is the reed that
stands in the way of your reflection in the mirror,
peel back that squandered grass head
and be prepared to face a zit,
on on any day,
because life’s short not to be self content and feed off dismay.
Oh, she’ll start warming up to you
once she sees you once and every while,
feel that celestial connection thrive,
and feel her interest in you stand alive,
I told her that dress would look better accelerating
towards my bed at 9.5 meters per second
wait, i thats too long,
ill be the undertaker,
and man-handle time,
“hello”, i said to my watch.
formidable foe, yet challenge accepted
you will bring gifts of growth and fierce self-analysis
never underestimate me
i will find myself in you
By Julie on 06.20.2017
Rivals. It pained her to think that this was now the nature of their relationship. After years of friendship, marked by gossip, boys, and broken hearts, this was where they stood. And worse, it was her fault.
By chrissy on 06.20.2017
Count. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Breathe in and forget the bitterness. That old rival, felled in duels. Regrown from new loves. Count. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
By Kristen on 06.20.2017
He lifts his chin with ostentatious grace. “Step away,” he remonstrates.
She watches, her ego tinged green, as he jumps in the air and lands on the thin ice neatly. “As if anyone with two feet can’t do that,” she says, incensed.
“Really,” he sneers. “Go on, then.”
She squares her shoulders and straightens her posture before attempting his turn, but when she slips, she breathes a surprised chuckle into the cold air. When she looks up he’s standing before her, smirking.
By amandaxx URL on 06.20.2017
there’s nothing like have someone who’s against what you are trying to do. They become your rival.
By Ornal Griffin on 06.20.2017
Nebraska v Colorado! Someone Who pushes you and challenges you to do & be better. Opponent. Friendly competition. Opposing viewpoints.
By Becky on 06.20.2017
People who hate another who think they might be better who think they’ll never be peace people who just put you down
By Breanna on 06.20.2017
He was my rival from first grade until we graduated from high school. He put a worm in my lunch box and I pulled his chair out from under him. Now, we’re at the hospital. Waiting for our first grandchild to be born.
By MsShel330 URL on 06.20.2017
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