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Came to my door, selling, and there were magazines and cookies and candles, so I didn’t know what to do or what to buy and, then, I wasn’t sure what to wear.
By Kayla Pongrac URL on 11.24.2013
I sold my heart to you and you returned it. You took it and gave me the happiest of days that I couldn’t even imagine. Now, I must reevaluate this past. I must think about what is most important to me. Keeping you or letting you go. Keeping you comes with a lot of pain. But so does saying goodbye. Which pain is worth it?
By Michelle on 11.24.2013
“Oh my,” I shook my head in disbelief, ” I could not possibly buy this thing off of you!”
“Madam, please. I am selling you my most prize possession in the world.”
By Dianna on 11.24.2013
Everyone is always selling something. Whether it be for money or not. They are always looking for a way to convince you that what they have to offer is clearly better than what you have. Clothes, personalities, fitness, a lifestyle. They’re trying to sell it to you. And you buy it.
By Sarah Mangold on 11.24.2013
As Natasha sat there just staring into the market, just looking at the selling muffin buns. As the lone stranger walked into the markets tent, the person bought a dozen of those muffins and came out of the tent. As Natasha looked at the strangers muffins, the stared at stranger looked at her noticing that he was being stared at by her. As he sighed he gave her half of the muffins that he bought from the selling market tent. He could tell that she was very grateful towards him. And so they walked off towards the great beyond, going on many adventurous adventures. But then Natasha stopped and asked what the strangers name was. An so he said “My name is Otarro, Otarro Itchikoji.” And after that they walked off to decapitate many more devilish demons causing chaos alone the world. THE END! (Or is it?)
Authors note: Author: NATASHA QUIT CALLING ME A TISSUE!!!
Natasha: Never!!! *Uses ninja smoke bombs then dissapears*
Author: Natasha you can run but you can’t hide! Cause you smell like muffins!
Natasha: Oh shoot! RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!
Author: That’s all readers! Now where did that little scamp run off to?~
By ShellShyTurtle123 URL on 11.24.2013
It’s one of those days where you just want to curl up under blankets and cry. Sleep, wake up, and repeat. You feel like like a spiraling bird falling out of the sky. You can barely breathe there’s so much hurt in your heart and head. And when you hit the bottom you know there’s a mountain to climb, and there’s no nice way to ignore the fact it’s going to be shit slide with each slippery step.
But you don’t buy your hope in bottles. You can be in avalanche of sad, but you’re still smart enough to know you can’t believe in what they’re selling.
By Intuition URL on 11.24.2013
My grandfather loves selling houses. He’s a real estate agent so he gets paid when he sells something.
By Alex on 11.24.2013
purchasing something new. something valuable. then giving it to another life. all of your savings. to give to someone for a better cause, a better use. You have used it all that you could, and now its time to go to a new life. It’ll then have new uses and meanings to someone else.
By Madison on 11.24.2013
It is all about convincing other’s that what you are actually trying to give to them is something they really need. The exchange of money they’re about to make is all worthy. Son convince them and get they bucks!
By Alejandro Aguirre Vargas on 11.24.2013
When you sell something it changes owners. People pay others for a material object they think will better their life. It can be a meaningless piece of junk, or something vital to survival. It could be something for business or pleasure. The key is money.
By paradiskg URL on 11.24.2013
Buying, selling. The rate of human consumption is astonishing. We make money, just to buy things with it. Nothing stays in your pocket for long. Ahh, the life of the 99%.
By Ada on 11.24.2013
My dad spent his entire life saving up money by selling cars. He worked for 70 years. Selling. Persuading. He was an inspiration. Selling was his forte.
By Madison URL on 11.24.2013
She really felt that he was selling himself short. How could he not be a wonderful leader? surely his smile would enchant all the land. And his heart was forever in the right place, wanting to protect not only his people, but all of the people in the New World. She did not understand how he could not see the good in himself
By Stevie Causey on 11.24.2013
I’m selling my soul
I watch as the dice roll
What will be my fate
I can hardly wait
When the dice stop
One number will be on top
That will decide my lot
And then my soul will be bought
Who the unfortunate buyer is I don’t know
Whoever they are, their life will be full of woe
I am no priest
I am a beast
So you better not buy my soul
Or you’ll end up being devoured whole
By untamedimagination URL on 11.24.2013
Tod, a boy of only fifteen years old began his career by selling old paintings that his mother had done. Joanne, a self-conscious, talented woman, with an act for painting
By Bob on 11.24.2013
i was selling myself short. i thought you loved me. all along you loved me not. i was worth more than that…and you deserved something more…
instead of settling for me
you know…i don’t know why i thought that was ok, because it wasn’t
too many hearts involved….too many broken
i am worth more than that
By enigma on 11.24.2013
you have something you want to get rid of or to get money for for something from someone or someone who wants to buys something from you . a person who has an item they want money for a place where a person can go and buy somthing from someone
By carla on 11.24.2013
I stood on stage. Looking on the crowd and knowing that a piece of me wasn’t aware of what I was doing. I was selling my body to buy my life. Guys cheered me on, threw money at me but I knew there was nothing that could fix the damage I had done.
By Bri URL on 11.24.2013
Blake pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and pulled her black, flour covered, apron over her almost all black outfit. She picked up a tray of sweets and took them out to put on display. She was shocked to see a red haired man standing there waiting. Adam. She set down the tray and crossed her arms arching a black eyebrow. Adam always had a way of sneaking into her bakery to be first inline for the treats. In return for the discount she was always embarrassed to give him and never calling the cops for his breaking in, he had to help her sell the cookies and little cakes. Adam never minded though he loved working with her, and she loved working with him.
By Lauren on 11.24.2013
Blake pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and pulled her black, flour covered, apron over her almost all black outfit. She picked up a tray of sweets and took them out to put on display. She was shocked to see a red haired man standing there waiting. Adam. She set down the tray and crossed her arms arching a black eyebrow. Adam always had a way of sneaking into her bakery to be first in line for the treats. In return for the discount she was always embarrassed to give him and never calling the cops for his breaking in, he had to help her sell the cookies and little cakes. Adam never minded though he loved working with her, and she loved working with him.
By Lauren URL on 11.24.2013
I was selling jewelry the other day, when a strange man came up to me. He was wearing a mask that had a pink side and a red side. HE looked at me for awhile, id not ask for anything, and then he just left.
By Vincenzo on 11.24.2013
They like to joke about prostitutes around me. They say she’s so innocent, it makes her uncomfortable. I wonder what they’d say if they knew it’s just my looks that keep me from selling myself.
By MaybeMe URL on 11.24.2013
Selling myself to people is hard. I feel that I have to do this more often than just talking to people, living in the moment is not me at all. I like me but find it hard to talk about myself.
By khadija on 11.24.2013
I am sure. Tiny dots of light begin to flow into my vision, dancing with the golden rivers of light. I am sure someone is selling me. Last thing I remember was being at a risqué party on the edge of downtown.
By Oz Nolem URL on 11.24.2013
the commercialist’s nod to
seeing the trends in viewers
a bit of teasing and pleasing
gives higher ratings
stuck in a rut
and down in the dumps
leaving no where to go
butt up you search
for the approval you crave so vastly
and find it in a stranger’s bed
your fee rising per hour
per every transaction with a satisfied costumer
you’re good at this
your sex cells vibrate with you
your sex sells
By ahrima URL on 11.24.2013
He gave me his biggest smile with his friendliest voice and continue selling me his lie. I wasn’t buying. It’s easy to spot a snake-oil salesman when you recognize the pattern in his body language, his false demeanor, his forked tongue. He poured it on as thick as he could spread it, boasting his superiority as the stench of crap rose to sting my eyes. I had enough. It was my turn now. His eyes bulged in shock as I pulled out the matchbook and lit the tiny stick. I flicked it into the center of his perfect pile and watched it ignite and shimmer into burnt dust–it only took seconds. ‘No one has ever turned me away before,’ he murmured. ‘I know,’ I said over my shoulder walking out the door. ‘That’s the reason why.’
By JDwrites URL on 11.24.2013
Hair blew in my face, catching in my mouth. I spat and swiped until it was out. His eye remained down. I was listing reasons, selling him the life he wanted for us, the one I was willing to give him, but it was a life he no longer wanted with me.
By Melissa on 11.24.2013
“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
It surprised her how accurate that was. Who knew art actually did reflect life. She stared down at her sneakers. It could have been different. But now could was long outdated and never going to happen was doing a splendid job filling in.
By Beth A URL on 11.24.2013
there is a man who can jump and run and prance and dance and fly and cry like a superhuman but he his worthless in this world because of what he can’t do and if thousands of years ago he was he would be a knight but today he’s got no sales
By Mitch URL on 11.24.2013
She sold me the bread
like it didn’t matter to
her at all. “I’m
selling it,” she said.
Selling. What does that
mean? I am selling you
something so that you
can give me these coins
so that I
can go and get something from
someone else who is selling.
By Jessica Tower URL on 11.24.2013
and then he ate an apple which was sold to him by a man in his mid thirties in a scarf and suit and looking odd. Such a quirky fellow, he had an aurora about him that was indescribable. Like the ocean crashing on a still day.
By Sammii on 11.24.2013
People sell all sorts of things. Some things they sell are completely stupid and useless, honestly. Some are just unnecessary upgrades. Take the iPhone for example. Okay, the first iPhone, fine, I see what’s everyone’s hyped up about. But five iPhones later?
By Angel Darkmist on 11.24.2013
although many people think that selling is all about knowing the product, I have to say that it is in fact, all about knowing how to play people like a fiddle. to get them to like you enough so that they can trust you when you say that “they can’t live without that product”
By Ryan Johnson on 11.24.2013
buy trade give take
welcome to our garage sale would you like to buy or purchase something? yes please can I take this lovely piece of furniture here for $58. sure its a done deal. its been nice selling you something.
By lilianna morgan on 11.24.2013
selling in my idea is bad, why own? the entire world is ours. you can always create & sell, but its hard to create & give.
By Chriss j. on 11.24.2013
Jackson was selling off the contents of his life. Shimmying his way, quite eloquently, out of his mortal coil before time. It had taken him seventy seven years to realise that he needed none of it. He figured from here on in he’d either be on the road, searching for solid companions and a soft pillow or he’d be laid up in hospital. Either way, his books and tools were of no use to him now.
By pip333 URL on 11.24.2013
Selling same as marketing.
Give pleasure to people.
Be captivated to capture their heart.
Know them, enjoy with them, fill them.
But help yourself.
This one is deadly.
By Princessium URL on 11.24.2013
Selling clothing is demoralizing at times because they can highlight the worst in people while making them look their best.
By Haley Melikian URL on 11.24.2013
I am selling great things. When I was young I thought about selling a new invention to the world. Now I sell my soul daily to various parties, political and business. I am the thing I feared, I did not i understand. I am not who I dreamed. When I die, I will sell the way of the world in a story.
By Travis on 11.24.2013
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