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Jenn lived a simple life in a house on the outskirts of a city. days passed by, and the highest point of switch
in her life was to eat a doughnut or a muffin on her way to work. she decided that she should switch things up.
she was angry at herself that she never did. finally, Jenn decided to buy a new house. maybe in the downtown?
life is more lively there, isn’t it? but life pulled the lever first. a war broke loose. she was only in her
mid-thirties. without a husband, no kids. it was year 2019. Jenn fell into a depression in a matter of days.
knowing what an amazing leap the technology had taken in the past 10 years, life was almost wiped off of the
earth. including Jenn.
Switch, while you can. dont cycle only on yes or no. you are. you can. you’ll see me walking on the face of the moon one day. you will.
By jeffrey on 06.11.2012
Switching. Changing my mind all of time. What college I want to go to. Who I like. What I’m doing. Where I want to go. And even when to do things. Switching is my fall back.
By Morgan on 06.11.2012
She kept switching from the one man to the other in her mind. It was clear to her which one was better, but it was also clear which one she’d made promises to, whether he kept up his end of the marriage or not. Still, her mind made the switches, and it’s hard to turn off a busy mind.
By Kathleen Gabriel on 06.11.2012
The colors of his irises were switching rapidly, like schizophrenic christmas lights. Brown, green, blue, gray… now deep black, now albino pink. His eyelids fluttered in time to their shifting hues.
From across the subway aisle, a girl in a knitted scarf watched intently. His pupils were wide and hazy, and seemed to be gazing straight through her into another realm. But she stared into them from across the subway aisle, just as ignorant to the din around her as he was.
Whatever realm he was viewing, she mused, it was reflected in his eyes.
By Jewel Lightraye URL on 06.11.2012
I noticed that my watch was broken, and my best friend offered to switch it. So now I’m wearing his watch. It’s working well and looks nice
By pammy on 06.11.2012
switch your mind, it doesn’t mean discarding the old one. just switching toward what it is you want to become.
By kaorita on 06.11.2012
Switching places has always been a dream of mine. To switch with someone who has loads of money would be preferable but anyone will do. Just for a day because I do love my family. So to switch would be fun.
By Mia on 06.11.2012
im a parana doubt me ill bite you
bark bark (translation:my name is pest im master carolines dog)
Gremlin was here
By Sophie gillespie on 06.11.2012
Switching? Like the switching spell in harry potter? I don’t really remember how it went, but I’ll assume that it switched things up a bit. Assume has a bad word in it. hehehe. I’m so immature. Really. This is why I don’t have a partner right now, for need of a better word. Siriusly. That was meant to be spelt like that. Okay bye.
By wrandomwriter URL on 06.11.2012
Tick. Maybe I should. Tock.maybe I shouldn’t. Tick. Maybe I should just watch the pendulum swinging. Tock. Maybe I shouldn’t switch as it does. Tick. Maybe I’m just not going to find the answers in a clock.
By Natty Hope URL on 06.11.2012
I call her summer, hot as the sun between sheets. She leaves winter to wonder
By Kiss_My_Freckle on 06.11.2012
the conversation was switching back and forth between them but suddenly, both stopped as he looked deep into her eyes. he went in
By Nik.... URL on 06.11.2012
I was switching through the channels on the tv when all of a sudden a movie caught my eye. It seemed scary but thrilling with a twist that I couldn’t wait to figure out. I had to know more. I searched the Internet to find some background information and found that the movie was made from a book. I instantly bought the book on my kindle and began to read. I couldn’t put this book down. The main character Ted is found alone in a new place and he doesn’t know how he got there. He was scared but knew answers had to be found.
By Kim on 06.11.2012
Moving and finding another one. fun to explore and make believe that the truth does not exist. Getting another chance to make it better or different and then have fun to share.
By kalizio on 06.11.2012
I’m switching jobs tomorrow and I don’t know what to do. My entire life I have trained for my career as a secret agent but right now i’m being transported to the middle of nowhere on strict orders not to tell a single soul.
By Coleen on 06.11.2012
Switching lanes. Switching from good to bad. From night to day. You try to stay one person, but you can’t. The full moon’s rising, and you’re switching forms. Your body is no longer covered in skin, it’s now fur. You’ve switched.
By Hannah URL on 06.11.2012
i want to switch out of this life and live a new one sometimes but this is the only life i know and i feel like i could do so much more but i have no idea where to start and how to do what i want to do. i want to be good at something, i mean really really good at something. i want people to know me for that one thing i do well and do for others and i want people to admire me for what i did for those other people.
By katie on 06.11.2012
I went switching from track to track. The train was leaving, it’s wheels were turning faster than my heart was beating. She didn’t look back. She never did. She was gone before I knew she took my life with her. One more night. One more time. I could only hope, and dream. It was over. She won.
By Jordan LeSommelier on 06.11.2012
We ran toward each other, through the dense crowd, object in my hand,. I knew what I had to do. it wouldn’t be easy, but it was the only way. As we passed each other, our hands met, and the switch was made. I only hoped it would work out.
By Amanda on 06.11.2012
Switching from the old system to the new one, Reuel had to admit something this sudden was not something he was entirely comfortable with. He had been an engineer for his entire life, after all, and that encompassed a time far greater than he was quite comfortable talking to anybody about. However, he especially was capable of seeing that a change was necessary, for the old systems he had grown up with and used up until that point were something that was growing rather obsolete with the ages.
By Iker URL on 06.11.2012
We were switching cars when I saw the dent. It wasn’t really a dent, so much, and a few scratches. In my new (to me!) car door. Probably a shopping cart in a parking lot, but who knows what it will cost. Then my husband saw it.
By Debbie URL on 06.11.2012
The socks were on the feet, but they decided they were on the wrong feet! Quickly, they made a decision to switch with each other before their human could notice the catastrophe! Bikey and Hoot slid down their corresponding ankle, inched towards each other, and then assumed the other’s foot.
By Tali URL on 06.11.2012
I just want to see what I already typed.
By Ijust Want on 06.11.2012
back and forth the merry go goes. A horse, a lion, a tree! The little boy wondered all around the base, and he found an eagle. Atop he soared across and free flowed up to the night sky.
By Christophe URL on 06.11.2012
I want to switch gears and learn how to love life even though I feel like such a loser. What do I love that I don’t want to see through his filter. Jerkface. But I miss him. I need to switch hearts. how do you do that? I want to be more open to new love. Switch. Indeed.
By Cyndi on 06.11.2012
I hate switching from pens to pencils when I write. I guess you could say I have OCD with it. My entire writing has to be either in pencil or in pen. Not both. On top of that, I don’t like switching pen colors when I write. It’s annoying!
By Ashley Roberts URL on 06.11.2012
By aboredreplier URL on 06.11.2012
It feels like my head will explode if I just let go and switch. Back and forth, Exchanging. Living. Switch good for bad, bad for good, good for more good, better for worse, worse for better. Settling. Not settling.
By Cyndi URL on 06.11.2012
something tells me that this isn’t exactly right. i can feel my soul being tugged from within me, everything is getting hazy. Looking into Luke’s eyes i see its the same for him, our souls seem to be floating in the air hovering just above the others nearly unconscious shell. there is no way this is going to end well so i merely close my eyes and feel the weight of my best friends body being my own.
By Drea on 06.11.2012
Click click click shing.
Click click click shing.
That’s the sound my friend’s typewriter used to make when it switched lines. I would sit on her bed and she’d type out stories. We were six. Neither of us could spell. But we loved writing stories, and she loved it more, and I love watching her.
Click click click shing.
By foaltz URL on 06.11.2012
TRYING TO FIND THE BETTER DEAL. Doesn’t always work but hey we have to try right? cable companies, grocery stores …on second thought …maybe not.
By PaulaKate Prince-Meserole on 06.11.2012
Switching lives. One always looks at another with envious eyes. But if u were able to see that persons life from there point of view and look at yourself you would see your life in a whole new light. Be it great, good, or mediocre. I see myself as young, with a mediocre life, with my dogs, fiancé, house, and few close friends. I have a relatively stress free life. I count my blessings everyday, although I am not religious. I occasionally wonder how an outsider would view my life? Do they look at me with pity? Wonder? Envy? Sadness? Kindness? Loathing? What am I to another human being?
By S.h. on 06.11.2012
I keep switching back and forth between the two of them. One is tall dark and handsome the other dependable as hell. I know with the second one, I’ll always be taken care of , but the first well, I’ll always be taken care of…”
By Sheila Good URL on 06.11.2012
It’s true that she thought it was going to be different. After all, how much could you really expect from a few words passed through facebook? She has no idea. She has NO idea. And then suddenly, hello, I’m here, this new life, this new step, this new mindset. It’s terrifying to look at and terrifying to look away.
By Walker on 06.11.2012
This reminds me of “Who moved My Cheese” It is a Change-up, an altercation. It is often unpleasant.
By Jennifer URL on 06.11.2012
nothing about this feels right, everything is getting hazy. first my vision goes, then my hearing. what is going on here? i’m looking down at my own body and wondering what in the fuck is going on. soon i realize they are putting someone else into my body. there is no way this is happening without a fight.
By imagineme23 URL on 06.11.2012
switching between lamps and things and that is the way it goes how will they react how will he do it switching switching switching lamps because lightbulb twings things switching beyond recognition i have water there we go switching shark fin lightbulb fish angle angler beyond the distance switching personalities smile to wicked
By Becky on 06.11.2012
switching sides, changing mind completely uncommitted to anyone. leave nothing take everything continue to leap and bound chase butterflies run, chase run, switch you are nothing she is everything. or will you switch again and leave her for yourself your nothingness
By silver on 06.11.2012
The plastics group is so bitchy, I can’t stand them. I avoid their group but I tend to switch between many other groups.
By Chrissie :) URL on 06.11.2012
There’s a man who sits in the dark, with black greasy hair that falls in front of his eyes. There is nobody with him. His company is a metal board, covered in silvery pieces. All of the pieces fit together – like a puzzle, but more refined. The sides are smoother, the curves are softer and more elegant. It looks less like a toy from childhood and more like a piece of art, almost mechanical in its detail.
The recluse hunches over this masterpiece and switches the pieces around with long and deft fingers. Shk. Shk. Click. Swish. Click.
He is hell-bent on finishing it.
I lied the first time I wrote. This is what I really saw. This glimpse.
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