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She was old. She had long waist length white hair and dark eyes. She came knocking in midday, and she seemed for all the world an innocent old lady. But she wasn’t.
By Autumn on 01.29.2013
I had a visiotor yesterday. She was my moms aunt. I like her very much. I played and chatted with them. It was fun. we had a great time.
By kunal on 01.29.2013
one day i had a visitor who had long blond hair and beatiful eyes. she gave me flowers and said hey, can we be friends! i said why not! then we become good friends after 10 years, now we’re still friends.
By aysenur on 01.29.2013
Visitors are guests. They are everywhere. Visitors come and go. They are usually sightseers in famous cities.
By Varsha URL on 01.29.2013
We were impress with everything that was said about the visitor that we had entertained in our home for the last two weeks. She was not only a pleasant person, put she was practical as well. What I found most interesting also was her keen desire to learn as much as she could about our country, while she stayed with us.
By victor URL on 01.29.2013
If i think of the word visitor, i think of the word guest. Surprise. Unexpected. It makes me think that we should always be prepared because no one really knows when something or someone is coming. It makes me think of death, also. No one knows the hour or day (unless its intentional) I want to be ready always and live my life to the fullest so that I’ll always be prepeared whoever that visitor may be.
By Lucia on 01.29.2013
If i think of the word visitor, i think of the word guest. Surprise. Unexpected. It makes me think that we should always be prepared because no one really knows when something or someone is coming. It makes me think of death, also. No one knows the hour or day (unless its intentional) I want to be ready always and live my life to the fullest so that I’ll always be prepeared whoever that visitor would turn out to be.
My genius is a visitor only if he would visit more often.
By Sergent BuzzkiLL URL on 01.29.2013
By Svetla on 01.29.2013
I would like to have more visitors come to my house. Sometimes the house is a mess and I worry about what people might think, but the fellowship is what is important, not the less than perfect house. Maybe I should just start inviting people over and see what happens. It would be fun to have couples over to interact with us as married folk.
By Virginia Quilter URL on 01.29.2013
I hope I will succeed in what I am doing.
I saw his hand come through the gap
the window had been left
Wide open to the wind, its wail
its coat hugging breath
By gsk URL on 01.29.2013
I can’t wait to be a visitor in Key West. I am going there on vacation over spring break! I love warm weather and bright, blue oceans. Hopefully, I will get to snorkle and find
By jheller URL on 01.29.2013
There was something strange about how they looked.
Their eyes are too close together.
They’re not like me, they’re another kind of being.
They came across the sea, took land, brought flag, introduced their religion.
But this is no visit. They’re here to stay.
By Stephen Clarke on 01.29.2013
The small plastic yellow mug had seen better days. The red ink was faded, scratched, imperfect – showing a big headed, big eyed alien waving a frog-toed hand in cheery greeting, and the words “ALIEN VISITORS” scrawled across the top in a font sure to horrify any graphic designer. When it broke, it was with a heavy heart that I tossed it away.
By Ara URL on 01.29.2013
Surreal. We were on a train. I decided to pretend. No, you weren’t there. I wanted you to know that I no longer care. All in vain. The wall crumbled. I asked how you were. You answered very casually. Amiably. You excused yourself and went into the restroom. Only you didn’t come out a long moment after. I decided to check. The door was open and nobody was inside. You elude me even in my dreams. The visitor in my sleep.
By Dee URL on 01.29.2013
Greeting visitors in most of my jobs has been an interesting experience. In the time I get to say “hi how are you?” I think of who they might be, where they’re from, and their whole life story just in time to watch them not buy anything and leave without a second glance.
By Jack on 01.29.2013
A visitor to this land might say, “Where are have all the people gone?” He doesn’t realize that in our tiny corner of the world, there are few of us left. The recent disasters of both the natural and unnatural kind have shaken us to our core. Here we no longer go out to say hello. There are no neighbors here because there is no neighborhood to belong to anymore. Visitors will do well to remember this. We do not want you here.
By Andromahi URL on 01.29.2013
Someone who comes to see you. He doesn’t know yet if he is welcome or not, maybe you don’t either. The last visitor I had was silence. I let him stay. Now he is welcome.
By Ritika on 01.29.2013
In my life, you were only a visitor. People come and go, I thought you’d be the one I’d always know. But you were only a visitor. Then why won’t you go? Take your shadow along. Please.
By ree.bee URL on 01.29.2013
He used to visit our place more often, he brought cheer and hapinness like it just rolled of of him. He always came in with that huge smile. It made us laugh from the bottom of our hearts. He brought us something sweet, something to make it true the day. Not anymore. Not since he passed, just like he made us smile he made us cry.
By Wolf URL on 01.29.2013
I stopped the visitor at the door.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am no one. I couldn’t answer that question, even if I wanted to. I just don’t remember.”
Thus began our adventure into darkness, a world that so few would ever know.
By Pamela on 01.29.2013
I tried it on
it didn’t fit
but it still was felt
by my skin
By Daniela on 01.29.2013
It’s not always a good thing to get a visitor. Sometimes it’s somebody you don’t want around. Or maybe your house/ apartment is a mess. Maybe they’re not good people and you don’t know that yet. But regardless. Visitors are almost always a happy thing. Everybody likes to be thought of.
By Serryphae URL on 01.29.2013
The knock nearly scared me out of my skin. It was 2:30 in the morning and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I wasn’t even expecting to still be awake. My first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was would go away, but it occurred to me that someone who would dare to knock at this hour was either in trouble or had every intention of getting into my house whether I let them in or not. It was better for me to know which of the two types of visitor I was dealing with.
By Elise URL on 01.29.2013
here they come again
By jacqui on 01.29.2013
One day while I was cleaning I got a very strange visitor. It was my Aunt Mavis. It was very strange because I did not see any w
By Charleen Hartman URL on 01.29.2013
Someone knocks at the door. A visitor. I wonder who it could be. Maybe it’s my mother who is visiting to tell me she is actually a lesbian and has decided to elope with her French lover to Vegas. Or maybe it’s my father to tell me I’m adopted and I’m actually royalty. Or maybe it’s some that works for the government to tell me they’ve decided that I would be the perfect CIA agent. Maybe I won the lottery. It could be anyone really. There are so many possibilities that I’m starting to feel a headache coming on, better just open the door and get it over with, the visitor is getting impatient and is knocking harder.
I smile put my hand on the knob and just for a moment take in the moment, anyone could be at the other side of this door, my long lost sister, an alien, a time-traveler. Though probably not.
I open it. It’s the mailman.
As I hide my disappointed expression with a forced smile I accept the newspaper and as I close the door God chuckles because he’s the only one who knows that that mailman is my future husband, Gerald. A Great man that I love with all my heart and appreciate far more than I ever would appreciate a Martian.
By Mya URL on 01.29.2013
“You have a visitor.”
Erika furrowed her brow and stood, smoothing the folds in her skirt and wondering who could be calling her of all people. She didn’t have many friends outside of Otto; she did not go out quite as much as her mother wished her to.
“Show them in, then,” she said, gesturing for Otto to do so.
When her servant stepped aside to allow her caller to come forward Erika’s heart leaped to her throat.
By Julia A. URL on 01.29.2013
No one knew who he was, or where they came from. Princess Josephine was suspicious from the minute they entered their land and she had a right to be. Turns out that the visitor was to be feared. Turns out that her kingdom would never be the same.
They came in the night, dark, lurking in the shadows. The leader of the enemy was ruthless and amazing. He came with his hair billowing out behind him. In his hand he clutched an ivory staff, carved with interwoven designs of leaves and vines.
By Jennifer URL on 01.29.2013
There was a visitor at the door.
She hesitantly peered through the peephole to see who it was. It was an unrecognized man of formidable height with unruly light blond hair and an impressive build. If she hadn’t known better, she’d think he was a movie star or wrestler. Of course, she knew better–it was a guy at her door. There was no reason for either of the two above contenders to be at her door.
She hesitated between opening it and pretending she wasn’t home and finally put her hand on the doorknob and pulled.
By veryterry URL on 01.29.2013
I saw a visitor from another planet today. He was very nice. He was not the Sci-Fy looking character that everyone imagines, but more of a human looking figure.
By ReeganFlattery URL on 01.29.2013
he walked into the house unexpectedly, you see the world is a dark place and he was a dark soul. He meant only to steal the heart of the young man sleeping upstairs, not figuratively of course. only he wants it for teh sweet flavor of the delacsy, his one favorite meal. he loves the flavor as the liquid drips down his chin and the way it feels when he bites down into the sweet candy he has come to love.
By Krissy on 01.29.2013
“Donny you have a visitor!” My mom yelled in her high pitched annoying voice. I want to scream.
“I’m coming!” I say.
By Maddy Wylie on 01.29.2013
nothing nothing nothing a visitor an unwanted guest i don’t know something nothing i dont know what to write ughhhhhhh
By JTN on 01.29.2013
Have you ever had a weird visitor come to your house. Well i have. Except this visitor was very unexpected and also wasn’t human.
By Tyrez on 01.29.2013
he walked into the house unexpectedly, you see the world is a dark place and he was a dark soul. He meant only to steal the heart of the young man sleeping upstairs, not figuratively of course. only he wants it for the sweet flavor of the delicasy, his one favorite meal. he loves the flavor as the liquid drips down his chin and the way it feels when he bites down into the sweet candy he has come to love. ….
Oh yes, i am a visitor in here! I say, there are times when you are not in home and the meaning of that is that you are a visitor. Do you care for a cup of tea? No madame, water please
By Gonçalo on 01.29.2013
“Oh, hi!” and then, mumbled ever so clearly,
“wasn’t expecting you.”
I never expect for people to know
that mine is the ramshackle building
cooped in by dilapidated fences
and ragamuffin children clanging on them
from the other side
I never expect that the white walls
and the prism layers
of golden sunlight
are only in my head.
“I thought you could use some company.”
By Saudade URL on 01.29.2013
Another unusual visitor has been found in the garden of a Suffolk home. Pămîntul deocamdată nu a avut vizitatori de pe alte planete. Ori nu ştim noi despre ei.
By Valentin Eni URL on 01.29.2013
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