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the side of the bed that no one likes to hang there arm over…. its the scariest, even though you know nothing, no monster will ever get your arm, no matter how old you are, you still have that feeling like a little kid that you dont want your arms or feet hanging over the side…. the side of the bed.
By brenda brady on 08.23.2012
Side by side they walk down the street. Hand in hand they know no defeat. As long as they are together, they know they will make it through whatever life throws them. They will survive the hardships, and welcome the joys. They will know happiness because they are together, side by side, for all eternity.
By Lili URL on 08.23.2012
two halves of a whole, two pieces of broken glass on the floor. whichever step you take will be the wrong one, rest assured.
By sectumsempra URL on 08.23.2012
You never believe or trust or see
You never accept what’s meant to be.
No such thing as good
Just you’re misguided thoughts.
You won’t take sides,
Just as you should.
By Joanne on 08.23.2012
Up and down
Left and right
Skip to the right
By WannabeWriter URL on 08.23.2012
Side by side we stood a-bold
Not knowing what next seconds hold
We looked at each other and took a gasp
Of air as are fingers came unclasped.
We dropped 5 stories towards the sea
To understand the waters deep
And when we rose I cannot say
How full and new and alive I stayed.
By t44 URL on 08.23.2012
one side may be good.. liek all the time. we should look for different sides in every single thing in our life. if its a bad thing, maybe we can find a happy side. sides make life easyer
By ana on 08.23.2012
I want to stay by your side forever. I wish forever would be able to start right now. The sides that we take are oppositve and we cant come to an agreement. I wish you can just say ‘lets go, lets do it right now’ and we leave and begin our forever.
By abbey on 08.23.2012
side by side
By karla on 08.23.2012
there are many sides to things aren’t there? do you think that people were surprised at first? Like cavemen picking sides? “Hey, what the hell man?” “I’m on his side” “What do you mean your on his side?” “Well shit man, I’m a caveman, I don’t know.” “Fair enough.” “Let’s go kill a mammoth” “Sure” “Which side do we attack from though?” “Aaah, you clever son of a bitch…”
By Theodor Drønen on 08.23.2012
i like to sleep on my side of the bed even if I’m the only one that sleeps in my bed. My friend says I wish I could sleep in your bed but we don’t do that anymore! ;)
By Jodi on 08.23.2012
i’m not on your side and i’m not on hers. i wish you’d stop bringing me into this crap, because it’s getting old. it’s getting old like that smirk of yours and it’s getting old like the movie we watch every saturday night. it’s getting old like your short text messages and your avoidance of my questions. it’s getting old just like i’m getting so freaking tired of you.
By EJ URL on 08.23.2012
They say there are many ways to generate conflict in a work. Man vs. nature, man vs. man, man vs. time… How about the inner self? Man vs. self, they say. -Human- versus self. There’s a wall constructed somewhere within, or perhaps many walls, and the only thing for sure is that you’re forever in contention, trapped on the opposite _____.
By Toria URL on 08.23.2012
Side by side we are here together.
For the last time.
So take a look at these eyes, cause you won’t see them again.
It’s my time to go.
I’ll find you there.
Take your time.
Don’t you worry.
Look at my eyes
stay by my side.
By Sophie on 08.23.2012
Four sides. One circle. Enemies. Friends.
On the right, back to the world, slightly uncomfortable, but ultimately oblivious to the ministrations of everything else.
By Lanie on 08.23.2012
My side hurts kind of. I think I’m just pretty tired
By brandy on 08.23.2012
accompanies you, a vulnerability from a tactical point of view. Architecturally of less significance than the front portion of a building. of lesser significance, esp. in characters: “side-kicks” or in armament “side-arm” as opposed to the main weapon
By tomas on 08.23.2012
Unknown which side to be on.
The good side.
The bad side.
The blind side.
By Bea on 08.23.2012
By sofia URL on 08.23.2012
I look into the mirror and I wonder? Do I look best on my right side? Or my left?
By marylou wynegar URL on 08.23.2012
This side. That side. Everyone had sides to them. Good sides,evil sides. But what side is the most dominate. In me my good side is more dominate. But every once in a while my evil side will come out. This evil side does bad things, like hurt people.
By Lindsay Novello on 08.23.2012
She never picks a side. He knew it from the moment he met her, right away. He knew that she would never, ever, help them, and that she would only do things to help herself. Her side was herself, and she had no allies. Only ‘partners’ that would die as soon as they weren’t useful.
By Elsie Shu URL on 08.23.2012
“It’s the truth.” I stubbornly insist, lifting my chin.
“That’s not the way it works. They listen to the facts, and the evidence. Not your idea of the truth.”
“But it’s the truth.”
By jo on 08.23.2012
“on whose side are you on?”
“I don’t know anymore, I cried,
things have gone out of their way to effect every pore of my being, I don’t even know what kind of soul I am anymore…..”
By arie URL on 08.23.2012
“Are you on my side?”
“You know that I am, John.”
Elise stared at her brother for a minute, before she grudgingly nodded her head.
“Then you have to listen to me. Go over to the North with Brandon–make sure that you bring Casey Lee, too–and form an ambush on the C’s.”
“Because we’re screwed if we don’t do something.”
By Brandi URL on 08.23.2012
This side up. This side up. That’s all he could think. That’s all he could see. It was as if those three words were the only words in the English language, the only words that had any kind of meaning at all. Those were the last three words he’d seen before the blackout. Those were the last three words before she’d left.
By thomas on 08.23.2012
My kidneys felt like they were on fire. I never felt such pain before. As I struggled to get up off of the clean, wooden floor in my grandmother’s house, I noticed that the gunman was nowhere to be found. I checked my hand, there was no blood. If the gunshot missed…why did I feel so much pain?
By Robin URL on 08.23.2012
The right side was the most alluring. Offering hints of purity, freshness, youth. That was the side I would always proffer. Not the left. After the accident, the left side was marred. Scarred and hideous. That side – the left – was what I hid.
By Fiona URL on 08.23.2012
Everybody always has to pick a side – inside/outside left brain right brain boy girl. It’s so ingrained that we start to see even NOT picking a side as being a side in its own right: genderqueer, staycation, independent voter
By Cat on 08.23.2012
On the side of the house there was this dark figure, strange and still. I peeked around the corner and found to my surprise it was Alice. I questioned her motive for sneeking around in the dark, but she just stood there staring blankly at me.
By Erin on 08.23.2012
She flashed her lopsided smile, and suddenly everything was so beautiful. For the brief seconds that her palpable smile held, the darkest corners of his heart were lit. A heart full of the most grotesque, inscrutable things. He knew that he would never be able to leave her, could not even imagine wanting to. She was the sun to his moon. Without her, he could not glow. He loved her too much for his own good, he knew.
She knew this too. And, she smiles.
By Kat URL on 08.23.2012
On the side of the plate are omelets. There are many kinds of different omeletes, but my favorite ones are the ones that my mother eats and consumes. There are many different kinds of men also, but my favorite ones are the ones that leave. Always, often, I don’t want them by my side. I don’t need them. There is kindness everywhere, and sometimes and places you don’t look. But really, you don’t need to wait for it.
By Andy URL on 08.23.2012
Side is always on the surface. Sides are surrounding whatever is in the center or within it. Even one side acts like a wall, protecting whatever stands by.
By Flora on 08.23.2012
It pains me.
As if a thousand swords were stabbing, stabbing at one place–
now it’s gone. And back. I can’t do this. I need help.
Where can I go to get some, though?
They don’t have a cure for a broken heart.
Or side stitches from running.
By livingoakheart URL on 08.23.2012
the side…i couldnt reach it. it was so far away i swam and swam and felt that i was growing colder. the boat kept going on not knowing that i was not aboard. I pushed harder and hoped that i had enough faith to reach the side…my mission would be lost if i could not reach the side of that boat. I dont know what i will find but she told me to reach the side and it will be there
By Alyssa on 08.23.2012
the side of the wall was bare. she felt like crying. after everything, the had represented everything that she would amount to nothing that her life had only been a trial of tribulations to account for nothing.
By taylor on 08.23.2012
They’re gone. Nothing left but pain now, unfortunately. My hands are shaking so badly that I almost don’t have enough control to do anything with them. Almost. They seem to move of their accord. There is blood on my hand when I draw away from my side.
By WearyWater URL on 08.23.2012
She looked to the right side of her, and to the other.
It was then she realized this whole new world.
One where people didn’t know the story of
who she was,
what she’d done,
and what she aspires to do.
She then turned to the person next to her, and decided to share it.
By misscardigangirl URL on 08.23.2012
Sometimes I wonder what it will be like when the child inside of me starts moving. Will it kick me in the sides? Will it be some magical feeling, or will I be tired and sore all the time? I guess it may be a mix of both. I am very excited to see however though. I think it will be an awesome experience.
By Danielle on 08.23.2012
I think the most important part of all of this was that his hands were clasped, arms jutting forward. There he stood, a battering ram of flaking skin and curly hair and he still charged.
From the distance, I could see his hair was parted straight down the middle.
By Anna Meursault on 08.23.2012
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.