She stared out the window, trying to think if it was all just a dream. The day he had fallen into her life was the day that reality turned inside out. Breaking into her house, he was covered in sweat and blood. There was desperation digging inside of his eyes. There was horror reflecting in the beads of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. He was a wanted criminal.
Prisoners locked up against their will because a big man doesn’t want to give them a shot at freedom and their own minds don’t want to give their own body a chance. Maybe they’re a convict of their own mind.
Why do I keep getting the word convict omfg. I want to throw tampons at people. I am no convict stop accusing me. Why. Why. WHY, GOD, WHY?! Oh, wait, I am God. EL OH EL.
So this one time, at band camp, we were sitting around the fire, talking about our dirty band jokes that all the band nerds know. Having a great time along with the band director, then suddenly we hear this rustling in the bushes. We all freak out as the band director starts going towards it. Come to find out, it was a group of convicts that decided to come and kill us all.
People in jail remind me of convicts, I guess that is because that is what they are. When I see convict, I think of convict, his music. Convict, music.. and you know where you’re from. I see you whining and grinding up on that poll. loljk, um what.
There once was a man named Roberto who was accused of a crime. He robbed a bank and was brought to court. The jury convicted him. HE IS GUILTY! He went to prison for 15 years. LONG LIVE ROBERTO!!!!
conviction? i think of people in fancy suits who think they know what they’re talking about. but they really don’t. because suits, though attractive, are silly and uncomfortable. silly people in suits.
The convict sat behind the desk. He didn’t say anything as the trial raged on. He just sat. Sat and watched the judge look from convict, to lawyer, to DA, to jury.
Sirius Black was my favorite character in Harry Potter until I read the Prince’s Tale, and after that it was a hard tie between him and Snape. The overarching theme there is unfair conviction, I think; neither of them deserved their lot in life, not really.
A convict ? What convict? All are convicts all destined to be accused of something. Who does the convicting? Who makes sure it is all fair and just? We entrust others who are just as guilty. Wait what I get more time to write? Well I know nothing else to say. Convicts typically if convicted reside in jails. Some belong others do not as a coonvict is only a label. It is void of real meaning practical meaning, sure .
I saw a convict entering the prison when i was in a high school trip and i just thought that the amn looked really sad and lonely beacuse he was imprisoned there for life, then i cried, a lot, and then i huged my friend.
He drove down quickly, trying his best to not think about it. In the backseat was the only person that held the key to his life. Whether or not he would be captured would depend on how fast he drove. The sirens breezed through his ears. Everything felt like it turned into slow motion. Nothing felt real anymore. This turned into a game, a game that everyone was in on. The only thing was that he was the only one that could lose.
I dont know why but he scares me and my fright weighs upon my soul like a thousand bricks upon my an eggshell. I see beyond what anyone else can see and I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!! :DD:D:D:D:D:D::D FUCK YOUUUU!!!!!!!
Sitting in the kitchen chair, the man evaluates his life. Its a mess, his wife and daughter have left him, no family and no one by him. The only thing after 25 years is his new found self.
there was once a convict. his name was ricardo and no this is not a racial slur! ricardo stole a watermelon from the local farmers market. the po po caught him in the park while he was feeding a stray cat. he spent a whole two days in jail then he planned his escape with a peanut butter sandwich from the cafeteria and plastic spoon. after 27 years digging a tunnel he finally saw the light. yes i know 27 years is a long time for such a small crime but this town would not handle such shananigans
There sitting on the beach was a lonely man. This man had done many things, loved a woman, had a family, shot a gun, and also killed a man. This man was a convict; he’d done his time and after 25 years, is finally out a changed man.
Austin tapped his foot, half impatiently and half nervously, on the old wooden flooring. He checked his watch multiple times and huffed with anxiousness. The bell attatched to the door of the train station rang and Austin spun around. The man facing him was an inch or two taller than himself, covered in scars, and hardened with years of prison life. He walked toward his father slowly. He clapped Austin on the shoulder and said, “It’s good to see you.” Then, without warning, Austin’s stone-faced, emotionless, criminal father wept and pulled his son into his arms.
To steal or take something away from somebody. Maybe I’m getting this confused with evict which a word I don’t like. As far as I am concerned, convict = bad.
The man walked out of his cell and looked down the long hall before him. The tile no longer held the shine that reflected the guards’ boot soles as the clacked along the hallway. Each bar covered doorway held the face or back of some man he had met in the past two years, slouched with the weight of defeat.
well since 8 mile is on tv i immediately think of eminem. that is probably the worst words anyone has ever said because hes disgusting hahah….i think hes a convict? or im a stereotype pusher
well i already wrote about this but I hadn’t signed in so I couldn’t submit it I don’t think. I used to work for a criminal defense lawyer so there was a lot of use of this word. Although, actually, we called them clients. We didn’t call them convicts. It’s not a very nice thing to call someone. unless they did something really bad to you then that’s ok you can call them whatever you want.
I don’t know why the word convict keeps coming up but it does. I think it is telling me something about the word itself. How many different means it can have, It doesn’t have to be just lawful, it can be convicting your body, convicting your mind.
Convicts are very interesting people. I actually want to study about convicts, get into their minds. Find out why in the world they do the things they do. What makes them tick? What makes them different from other people, who can control themselves. Where is their self control? Or why do they have the lack of it?
I will think about you all the time and how you will convict me of being the problem. I am not the convict here, you’re the one who stole my heart and broke it don’t you think that is conviction in its self? I don’t know maybe I am wrong.
this is a word that means to me someone who did something bad, like a criminal. It is also a verb, to convict some one When I think if it, i think of school, since to my friends, my personality is the one of an escaped convict. Other than that, I really don’t have much to say about this word.
Yeah thats what you call me. Well, i call me creative. I call me a hero, a rebel. Shit, this country was built on rebellion, and i think its damn time another revolution starts. I want to be the one to start the fire.
convict by akon…very good song. im not a convict as in im not a jailbird. convict…an escaped prisoner. convict as in a sexy scandalous criminal. corrupt! meant to break the law
she knew what was upon her. what was all her fault.
The time spent thinking about how she could make it right, is now wasted on these last withering thoughts on how shed really like to fuck that tall gorgeous man who seems quite pleased to watch a woman get fucked by a needle.
Criminal, like Tiger WInston. Sure the Southside hood. But a convict? not likely unless he really screwed up. Maybe Darren and him got in another fight, Darren should be the convict.
This if fun. What made you decide to do this? I don’t really know what to write. I just want you to know that writers should support each other. It’s good of you to think of this. Frommone writer to another. Good luck!
Still more time left? He he he. Whatndo I say next? This is fun. Writing is fun. I feel like a first grader asked to write composition and don’t really know whatnto say, anything that comes to mind, just write it down.
Today I got my Kindle Touch. I just love it. Ire turned it to it’s box so as not to get it overheated the way it happened to my iPad. I got so scared when my iPad won’t stop turning around, I meant the squiggly thing that turns around after turning off the iPad.
HE would always be treated like what he was, a convict. IT had been just a couple of days since he got out of jail, and the neighborhood was pretty much the same. The only thing that had changed was people’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong they just weren’t in the same place anymore.
Shuffling up the aisle, past the cells, bending at the corner. The two men on either side of him verged on dragging the convict across the concrete floor, but resisted. The door stood bleakly ahead of the ragtag trio and the convict looked up, fear shining in his eyes.
your moving out of these apartments weather you like it or not. you have to go.. your being convicted! leave, shoo! bye-bye!
She stared out the window, trying to think if it was all just a dream. The day he had fallen into her life was the day that reality turned inside out. Breaking into her house, he was covered in sweat and blood. There was desperation digging inside of his eyes. There was horror reflecting in the beads of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. He was a wanted criminal.
Prisoners locked up against their will because a big man doesn’t want to give them a shot at freedom and their own minds don’t want to give their own body a chance. Maybe they’re a convict of their own mind.
Why do I keep getting the word convict omfg. I want to throw tampons at people. I am no convict stop accusing me. Why. Why. WHY, GOD, WHY?! Oh, wait, I am God. EL OH EL.
So this one time, at band camp, we were sitting around the fire, talking about our dirty band jokes that all the band nerds know. Having a great time along with the band director, then suddenly we hear this rustling in the bushes. We all freak out as the band director starts going towards it. Come to find out, it was a group of convicts that decided to come and kill us all.
People in jail remind me of convicts, I guess that is because that is what they are. When I see convict, I think of convict, his music. Convict, music.. and you know where you’re from. I see you whining and grinding up on that poll. loljk, um what.
There once was a man named Roberto who was accused of a crime. He robbed a bank and was brought to court. The jury convicted him. HE IS GUILTY! He went to prison for 15 years. LONG LIVE ROBERTO!!!!
conviction? i think of people in fancy suits who think they know what they’re talking about. but they really don’t. because suits, though attractive, are silly and uncomfortable. silly people in suits.
The convict sat behind the desk. He didn’t say anything as the trial raged on. He just sat. Sat and watched the judge look from convict, to lawyer, to DA, to jury.
Sirius Black was my favorite character in Harry Potter until I read the Prince’s Tale, and after that it was a hard tie between him and Snape. The overarching theme there is unfair conviction, I think; neither of them deserved their lot in life, not really.
A convict ? What convict? All are convicts all destined to be accused of something. Who does the convicting? Who makes sure it is all fair and just? We entrust others who are just as guilty. Wait what I get more time to write? Well I know nothing else to say. Convicts typically if convicted reside in jails. Some belong others do not as a coonvict is only a label. It is void of real meaning practical meaning, sure .
prision, murder, kill, suicide, jails, police,
I saw a convict entering the prison when i was in a high school trip and i just thought that the amn looked really sad and lonely beacuse he was imprisoned there for life, then i cried, a lot, and then i huged my friend.
He drove down quickly, trying his best to not think about it. In the backseat was the only person that held the key to his life. Whether or not he would be captured would depend on how fast he drove. The sirens breezed through his ears. Everything felt like it turned into slow motion. Nothing felt real anymore. This turned into a game, a game that everyone was in on. The only thing was that he was the only one that could lose.
jail person hulk mob victim murderer cell police guard warden prison break con bad human tattoo
I dont know why but he scares me and my fright weighs upon my soul like a thousand bricks upon my an eggshell. I see beyond what anyone else can see and I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!! :DD:D:D:D:D:D::D FUCK YOUUUU!!!!!!!
Sitting in the kitchen chair, the man evaluates his life. Its a mess, his wife and daughter have left him, no family and no one by him. The only thing after 25 years is his new found self.
there was once a convict. his name was ricardo and no this is not a racial slur! ricardo stole a watermelon from the local farmers market. the po po caught him in the park while he was feeding a stray cat. he spent a whole two days in jail then he planned his escape with a peanut butter sandwich from the cafeteria and plastic spoon. after 27 years digging a tunnel he finally saw the light. yes i know 27 years is a long time for such a small crime but this town would not handle such shananigans
There sitting on the beach was a lonely man. This man had done many things, loved a woman, had a family, shot a gun, and also killed a man. This man was a convict; he’d done his time and after 25 years, is finally out a changed man.
Austin tapped his foot, half impatiently and half nervously, on the old wooden flooring. He checked his watch multiple times and huffed with anxiousness. The bell attatched to the door of the train station rang and Austin spun around. The man facing him was an inch or two taller than himself, covered in scars, and hardened with years of prison life. He walked toward his father slowly. He clapped Austin on the shoulder and said, “It’s good to see you.” Then, without warning, Austin’s stone-faced, emotionless, criminal father wept and pulled his son into his arms.
To steal or take something away from somebody. Maybe I’m getting this confused with evict which a word I don’t like. As far as I am concerned, convict = bad.
I am a convict. I am one in every way. In every move, look, thought; I am convict. My mind is my jail and my concious, my mentor.
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The man walked out of his cell and looked down the long hall before him. The tile no longer held the shine that reflected the guards’ boot soles as the clacked along the hallway. Each bar covered doorway held the face or back of some man he had met in the past two years, slouched with the weight of defeat.
well since 8 mile is on tv i immediately think of eminem. that is probably the worst words anyone has ever said because hes disgusting hahah….i think hes a convict? or im a stereotype pusher
well i already wrote about this but I hadn’t signed in so I couldn’t submit it I don’t think. I used to work for a criminal defense lawyer so there was a lot of use of this word. Although, actually, we called them clients. We didn’t call them convicts. It’s not a very nice thing to call someone. unless they did something really bad to you then that’s ok you can call them whatever you want.
Sometimes my heart plots
With memories to convict
My guilt-ridden soul
I don’t know why the word convict keeps coming up but it does. I think it is telling me something about the word itself. How many different means it can have, It doesn’t have to be just lawful, it can be convicting your body, convicting your mind.
Convicts are very interesting people. I actually want to study about convicts, get into their minds. Find out why in the world they do the things they do. What makes them tick? What makes them different from other people, who can control themselves. Where is their self control? Or why do they have the lack of it?
Running, always. Outcast from the world. Fear of the streets, fear of the people you meet. Your neighbors. Your friends.
I will think about you all the time and how you will convict me of being the problem. I am not the convict here, you’re the one who stole my heart and broke it don’t you think that is conviction in its self? I don’t know maybe I am wrong.
this is a word that means to me someone who did something bad, like a criminal. It is also a verb, to convict some one When I think if it, i think of school, since to my friends, my personality is the one of an escaped convict. Other than that, I really don’t have much to say about this word.
Yeah thats what you call me. Well, i call me creative. I call me a hero, a rebel. Shit, this country was built on rebellion, and i think its damn time another revolution starts. I want to be the one to start the fire.
convict by akon…very good song. im not a convict as in im not a jailbird. convict…an escaped prisoner. convict as in a sexy scandalous criminal. corrupt! meant to break the law
she knew what was upon her. what was all her fault.
The time spent thinking about how she could make it right, is now wasted on these last withering thoughts on how shed really like to fuck that tall gorgeous man who seems quite pleased to watch a woman get fucked by a needle.
convicts are ugly hairy and scary
they are most likely drug addicts of dealers
Criminal, like Tiger WInston. Sure the Southside hood. But a convict? not likely unless he really screwed up. Maybe Darren and him got in another fight, Darren should be the convict.
This if fun. What made you decide to do this? I don’t really know what to write. I just want you to know that writers should support each other. It’s good of you to think of this. Frommone writer to another. Good luck!
Still more time left? He he he. Whatndo I say next? This is fun. Writing is fun. I feel like a first grader asked to write composition and don’t really know whatnto say, anything that comes to mind, just write it down.
Today I got my Kindle Touch. I just love it. Ire turned it to it’s box so as not to get it overheated the way it happened to my iPad. I got so scared when my iPad won’t stop turning around, I meant the squiggly thing that turns around after turning off the iPad.
HE would always be treated like what he was, a convict. IT had been just a couple of days since he got out of jail, and the neighborhood was pretty much the same. The only thing that had changed was people’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong they just weren’t in the same place anymore.
Shuffling up the aisle, past the cells, bending at the corner. The two men on either side of him verged on dragging the convict across the concrete floor, but resisted. The door stood bleakly ahead of the ragtag trio and the convict looked up, fear shining in his eyes.