The first thing that comes to mind is Ella Enchanted. She was cursed with obedience as a baby and has no choice but to follow all orders that are given to her. That really sucks for Ella.
John hobbled into the sitting room, cursing loudly as he faltered and spilled his hot tea all over his fingers. It had been five months, and he had given up hope that Sherlock’s stunt had all been an elaborate hoax. He still knew, of course, that it had been his friend’s final words (and not his whole profession) which had been a lie. However, his heart no longer knew that Sherlock was still alive out there somewhere, and as the dangerous lifestyle slowly faded from John’s daily routine, so had his limp slowly faded back into existence. John only wished he could carry on the detective’s work, or do SOMETHING to clear his name, but those days were over, and his body seemed to have accepted that fact.
He’d never thought of immortality as a curse until this moment. Until he saw Leona closing the eyes of his best friend’s corpse, he didn’t believe he hated being eternal, didn’t think there was anything so awful about living forever. It wasn’t eternity that was the curse; it was eternity without him.
You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
I’ll pay the rent.
My hero!
Curses, foiled again.
Oh and Job almost curses God for all his troubles, but instead curses the day he was born.
I have a horrid mouth. Most of the time I open it is spent yapping about sex or horrid things that no one wants to talk about. Why is Rajesh trying to force this stupid kid guitar on me? And damn if I can’t write on this stupid keyboard anymore. Sitting at a regular desk seems to be putting a damper on my typing skills. No longer am I a wizard of typing! What has become of my world?! Nooooooo!
He watched the taller turn his head at some weird, obtuse angle as he took in the scene playing out before him. It was one unfolding from his mind that only he could see and John was used to it, but he would love to see inside the other man’s mind sometimes. What order it worked in, how 3D it truly was. He sometimes wished he could think in such a way, but knew better. Sometimes when the younger man was especially bored,he would open up, sometimes telling John about how much of a curse it could be. It pushed people away, made him seem so cold and condescending…But John saw through it. There was kindness in Holmes. It was subtle and came in small bouts, but it was definitely there.
Cursed is he who cannot bring the fire down from the mountain said the goat to the little man. How did this goat get so wise thought the man? Not all goats are born equal, unlike man. And yet as he was talking the goat lost his footing and tumbled a thousand steps, bouncing off each rock as he went.
The last time I shopped for groceries at Tao Lin Market was when he was he lived in the “War Zone.” They don’t call it the War Zone now, they call it the “International District.” They call it this because it sounds nicer, and there are a lot of international minority families that live in crowded apartment complexes. Don’t get me wrong, whether they call it the War Zone or International Zone, its still cursed with gangs, and the gangs plan to keep it that way.
Now I live on Trumbull, still has some gang violence now and then, but its a hell of a lot safer.
The last time he shopped for groceries at Tao Lin Market was when he was he lived in the “War Zone.” They don’t call it the War Zone now, they call it the “International District.” They call it this because it sounds nicer, and there are a lot of international minority families that live in crowded apartment complexes. Don’t get me wrong, whether they call it the War Zone or International Zone, its still run by gangs.
It was a cursed day I met you. I was fooled by the clear blue sky and the the bright summer sun, but I should have noticed your shadow; the shadow that eclipsed me and brought darkness into my world. It was a cursed day then. I curse you now.
Evil awaits. Don’t stop. Keep running. It will cause havoc. Turn away, fast. It lingers after you release it. Best not to confront it. Run. Run away. Don’t stop.
Most people dont know me. To most people, I’m just the shy girl who sits in the corner. To most people, i’m invisible. But not to you. You know why i’m so scared. You know that i’m unpredictable. You know that im stubborn. You’ve seen my sketchbook. You’ve read my stories. You know what i dream about. We finish eachother’s sentences. We’re best friends, and to you i’m not just a shy girl. To you, i’m talented and a good friend…and you make me feel like i’m worth something. You’ve made me realize that i’m not cursed…i’m lucky. Thanks. Love, your BFF
I’ve set a curse upon my purse. I no longer have the joy of complaining about heavy traffic. My boss. Trips overseas for the company. Long hours. I’m now redundant, and I feel redundant.
When blood turns black and flesh turns blue. I’ll curse you cause you forced me too! Those words are just so scary. I never really believed much in curses, but then my little sister came upon. And now I believe in it.
The curse on her face was not beauty, nor was it ugliness. It was the expression of utmost fear – the painted panic like flaking rouge on two fat cheeks – that would not waver. All day and night, she stared through the window with two bulging eyes and pale cheekbones, lips quivering below her beaked nose. She was constantly afraid, and the terror never, ever ceased.
Curse you! Curse everything you’ve turned me into. You’ve turned my life upside-down. Nothing makes sense anymore; it’s like I’ve fallen down a hole chasing the white rabbit that is you. But… despite everything, I can’t bring myself to regret your presence in my life.
Sometimes it’s a curse to be a creative person. Putting yourself out there, for all the world to see, and sensing their judgements, silent conversations, about your soul.
when a person becomes very angry they find a need to curse. usually a word that is not meant for the virgin ears, and or for young children. Usually insulting and hurtful it release a persons anger either on an object or a person.
‘A plague on both your houses!’ When we utter a curse, the words fall like poison from our lips. An inflective poison that seeps within as it soaks without. And all are punished.
The beats of my heart, pounding, luring my thoughts deeper into that chasm of despair. Why did I decide to do laundry just then? Running into your ex in bright white hallways, ones where there is no escape from your past and your future looks as bleak as ever.
him. that’s all i think about. and it terrifies me. so much. curse him. and her. for making me so insecure. i honestly know i would be so much better with out him. but with every song that echoes in my mind when i think of him, i know i wouldn’t be strong enough to go on alone
I don’t feel the curse placed upon me. I know it will emerge over time. In the moment of joy, my curse will arise and squash and the people in my world. It will drive me to the brink of destruction and carry me over its rim with vigor.
A curse word is a word that has a negative or insulting connotation to it. A word when used in the context of an argument only heats the argument up even more. A word that will hurt someone’s feelings and cause a friendship to deteriorate into nothingness.
you know its really hard to express my frustration some times so i honestly have no words to express your stupidity other than cursing, they fit well together; cursing and stupity. alsmost synonomic. yes now i am trying to get under your skin. because you just cant handle it and im glad to piss you off as much as you anger me.
i curse the day you met her. I knew you were bad news from the start. I gave you the benefit but I knew I was right. I curse the fact she feel in love because I know the heart forgives.
Few words and it was done. Weird shapes made out of smoke went through his body and dissapeared.
Curse was finished. His body will grow weaker and weaker, in the end getting him killed.
He should know, not to steal from old gypsy.
is it a curse that finally once a guy likes me and i like him…he has someone waiting on him. i can’t do anything right i swear! he asks me to wait for him..but I’m not sure i can. i feel like I’m just going to get hurt.
I have a curse upon me. My curse is my brother. I don’t know why he had to be born before me, I really think that my life would be so much better without him. Or at least if I was older. I even have dreams about what a terrible person he is. My curse is dealing with him
curse out. I don’t curse much- is it because I was taught not to? Taught by by parents or teachers that cursing is the product of a lower intelligence level? I still abide by that, except when I’m angry, or sadly, towards my boyfriend…
a curse is when something goes wrong and you just can’t accept it! Someone else can give this to you just as someone else can bless you! These things should never be given… only broken! Help break others as well! Bless… don’t curse everyone you know!
Oh wow, what a word….I honestly don’t believe in curses, but in some ways, I think I carry one. Does that make sense? Seems that the friendships and relationships that I touch, start off magnificent but turn to crap when things get to going too good. My curse is that I’m a friendship ruin-er. Same goes for relationships, both familial and significant. My curse, I’m destined to walk alone.
Shit! I curse alot. I know i should probably find a better way of expressing myself, but sometimes there’s nothing more fitting than the perfect four letter word.
She had a curse in her purse. It was the color and shape of a bat. Your whole life would fit in the fold of one of it’s black wings. Don’t go in there.
The first thing that comes to mind is Ella Enchanted. She was cursed with obedience as a baby and has no choice but to follow all orders that are given to her. That really sucks for Ella.
John hobbled into the sitting room, cursing loudly as he faltered and spilled his hot tea all over his fingers. It had been five months, and he had given up hope that Sherlock’s stunt had all been an elaborate hoax. He still knew, of course, that it had been his friend’s final words (and not his whole profession) which had been a lie. However, his heart no longer knew that Sherlock was still alive out there somewhere, and as the dangerous lifestyle slowly faded from John’s daily routine, so had his limp slowly faded back into existence. John only wished he could carry on the detective’s work, or do SOMETHING to clear his name, but those days were over, and his body seemed to have accepted that fact.
He’d never thought of immortality as a curse until this moment. Until he saw Leona closing the eyes of his best friend’s corpse, he didn’t believe he hated being eternal, didn’t think there was anything so awful about living forever. It wasn’t eternity that was the curse; it was eternity without him.
You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
I’ll pay the rent.
My hero!
Curses, foiled again.
Oh and Job almost curses God for all his troubles, but instead curses the day he was born.
I have a horrid mouth. Most of the time I open it is spent yapping about sex or horrid things that no one wants to talk about. Why is Rajesh trying to force this stupid kid guitar on me? And damn if I can’t write on this stupid keyboard anymore. Sitting at a regular desk seems to be putting a damper on my typing skills. No longer am I a wizard of typing! What has become of my world?! Nooooooo!
He watched the taller turn his head at some weird, obtuse angle as he took in the scene playing out before him. It was one unfolding from his mind that only he could see and John was used to it, but he would love to see inside the other man’s mind sometimes. What order it worked in, how 3D it truly was. He sometimes wished he could think in such a way, but knew better. Sometimes when the younger man was especially bored,he would open up, sometimes telling John about how much of a curse it could be. It pushed people away, made him seem so cold and condescending…But John saw through it. There was kindness in Holmes. It was subtle and came in small bouts, but it was definitely there.
Cursed is he who cannot bring the fire down from the mountain said the goat to the little man. How did this goat get so wise thought the man? Not all goats are born equal, unlike man. And yet as he was talking the goat lost his footing and tumbled a thousand steps, bouncing off each rock as he went.
The last time I shopped for groceries at Tao Lin Market was when he was he lived in the “War Zone.” They don’t call it the War Zone now, they call it the “International District.” They call it this because it sounds nicer, and there are a lot of international minority families that live in crowded apartment complexes. Don’t get me wrong, whether they call it the War Zone or International Zone, its still cursed with gangs, and the gangs plan to keep it that way.
Now I live on Trumbull, still has some gang violence now and then, but its a hell of a lot safer.
The last time he shopped for groceries at Tao Lin Market was when he was he lived in the “War Zone.” They don’t call it the War Zone now, they call it the “International District.” They call it this because it sounds nicer, and there are a lot of international minority families that live in crowded apartment complexes. Don’t get me wrong, whether they call it the War Zone or International Zone, its still run by gangs.
A curse can be really evil. Sometimes it will make you turn inside out and your guts will go everywhere. I think that is pretty gross, but awesome.
It was a cursed day I met you. I was fooled by the clear blue sky and the the bright summer sun, but I should have noticed your shadow; the shadow that eclipsed me and brought darkness into my world. It was a cursed day then. I curse you now.
Evil awaits. Don’t stop. Keep running. It will cause havoc. Turn away, fast. It lingers after you release it. Best not to confront it. Run. Run away. Don’t stop.
Most people dont know me. To most people, I’m just the shy girl who sits in the corner. To most people, i’m invisible. But not to you. You know why i’m so scared. You know that i’m unpredictable. You know that im stubborn. You’ve seen my sketchbook. You’ve read my stories. You know what i dream about. We finish eachother’s sentences. We’re best friends, and to you i’m not just a shy girl. To you, i’m talented and a good friend…and you make me feel like i’m worth something. You’ve made me realize that i’m not cursed…i’m lucky. Thanks. Love, your BFF
I’ve set a curse upon my purse. I no longer have the joy of complaining about heavy traffic. My boss. Trips overseas for the company. Long hours. I’m now redundant, and I feel redundant.
When blood turns black and flesh turns blue. I’ll curse you cause you forced me too! Those words are just so scary. I never really believed much in curses, but then my little sister came upon. And now I believe in it.
The curse on her face was not beauty, nor was it ugliness. It was the expression of utmost fear – the painted panic like flaking rouge on two fat cheeks – that would not waver. All day and night, she stared through the window with two bulging eyes and pale cheekbones, lips quivering below her beaked nose. She was constantly afraid, and the terror never, ever ceased.
Curse you! Curse everything you’ve turned me into. You’ve turned my life upside-down. Nothing makes sense anymore; it’s like I’ve fallen down a hole chasing the white rabbit that is you. But… despite everything, I can’t bring myself to regret your presence in my life.
The witches stir the cauldron.
The crows squak.
The wind howls.
I scream.
Sometimes it’s a curse to be a creative person. Putting yourself out there, for all the world to see, and sensing their judgements, silent conversations, about your soul.
when a person becomes very angry they find a need to curse. usually a word that is not meant for the virgin ears, and or for young children. Usually insulting and hurtful it release a persons anger either on an object or a person.
Tell something no nice. Tell something with bad words.
‘A plague on both your houses!’ When we utter a curse, the words fall like poison from our lips. An inflective poison that seeps within as it soaks without. And all are punished.
I will put a curse on evil people.
Where your curse is heavy, my gift is featherweight. You’ll need to right yourself with a stilt. You look like you could use a shower or a fix.
The beats of my heart, pounding, luring my thoughts deeper into that chasm of despair. Why did I decide to do laundry just then? Running into your ex in bright white hallways, ones where there is no escape from your past and your future looks as bleak as ever.
His cruel curses ended in violent verses.
him. that’s all i think about. and it terrifies me. so much. curse him. and her. for making me so insecure. i honestly know i would be so much better with out him. but with every song that echoes in my mind when i think of him, i know i wouldn’t be strong enough to go on alone
I don’t feel the curse placed upon me. I know it will emerge over time. In the moment of joy, my curse will arise and squash and the people in my world. It will drive me to the brink of destruction and carry me over its rim with vigor.
A curse word is a word that has a negative or insulting connotation to it. A word when used in the context of an argument only heats the argument up even more. A word that will hurt someone’s feelings and cause a friendship to deteriorate into nothingness.
you know its really hard to express my frustration some times so i honestly have no words to express your stupidity other than cursing, they fit well together; cursing and stupity. alsmost synonomic. yes now i am trying to get under your skin. because you just cant handle it and im glad to piss you off as much as you anger me.
i curse the day you met her. I knew you were bad news from the start. I gave you the benefit but I knew I was right. I curse the fact she feel in love because I know the heart forgives.
Few words and it was done. Weird shapes made out of smoke went through his body and dissapeared.
Curse was finished. His body will grow weaker and weaker, in the end getting him killed.
He should know, not to steal from old gypsy.
is it a curse that finally once a guy likes me and i like him…he has someone waiting on him. i can’t do anything right i swear! he asks me to wait for him..but I’m not sure i can. i feel like I’m just going to get hurt.
I have a curse upon me. My curse is my brother. I don’t know why he had to be born before me, I really think that my life would be so much better without him. Or at least if I was older. I even have dreams about what a terrible person he is. My curse is dealing with him
curse out. I don’t curse much- is it because I was taught not to? Taught by by parents or teachers that cursing is the product of a lower intelligence level? I still abide by that, except when I’m angry, or sadly, towards my boyfriend…
a curse is when something goes wrong and you just can’t accept it! Someone else can give this to you just as someone else can bless you! These things should never be given… only broken! Help break others as well! Bless… don’t curse everyone you know!
Oh wow, what a word….I honestly don’t believe in curses, but in some ways, I think I carry one. Does that make sense? Seems that the friendships and relationships that I touch, start off magnificent but turn to crap when things get to going too good. My curse is that I’m a friendship ruin-er. Same goes for relationships, both familial and significant. My curse, I’m destined to walk alone.
She had a curse in her purse. It was the color and shape of a bat. Your whole life would fit in the fold of one of its black wings. Don’t go in there.
Shit! I curse alot. I know i should probably find a better way of expressing myself, but sometimes there’s nothing more fitting than the perfect four letter word.
She had a curse in her purse. It was the color and shape of a bat. Your whole life would fit in the fold of one of it’s black wings. Don’t go in there.