I thought that I would escape myself. I reflected too long on the past, hoping to find the solution to the way life had been. Then one day I opened my eyes to today, and realized I could not escape myself. I would rather make the same mistakes hundreds of times instead of changing the fundamental me.
I must find an escape from this chamber! I still feel their cold hands gripping my arms, tight like iron vises. It smells of rotting flesh in here, and I can’t see a thing. If If I light a flame, will I see dead bodies lying about me, like dozens of scattered stars?
I could escape. I knew it. I could see the opening, see where they had failed to cover. They closed in, their leering faces anticipating the fun they were about to have. Or weren’t about to have.
I sprinted–but I was wrong. I couldn’t escape. They caught me.
How soon is too soon to say to someone “When I’m with you for an extended period of time, my smiling muscles start to hurt”? I love the time we spend together, and I love giggling along with her while all the world lay sleeping under starlight. Nightly, there and then, we suspend our disbelief. It’s my escape and hers – we’re more than fine with that.
The escape route was rocky and mossy. In the darkness, many of them slipped and fell, soaking themselves in the creek’s freezing cold water. The women, clad in their sheer cotton dress, began to shiver, and the men wrapped themselves tighter in their cloaks.
I just cannot escape from the guilt of what I had just done.It was totally devastating and…
Salty tears came out of my eyes.I can’t take this in.It is too big for me.
you are my,
and we will,)
& temporary confines
of on-lookers reading
between the finest lines-
(escape
our fate is our own,
& our faith is strong
whether or not we belong,
it won’t be long before our eyes
close as hard as we kiss.
I tried to escape how I felt about my last relationship. It wasn’t easy. To this day it is still somewhat hard. I wish I could escape into another world where I can live a different utopian life, but we all know life isn’t perfect. We make mistakes so we can learn.
For me escape means going to our holiday place at St Leonards on the Bellarine Pennisular. it’s a small sleepy seaside town that had nothing special but it’s quite.
It’s about 1 and 1/2 hours drive from home so not too far for a quick getaway!
My escape was so near.
thudthudthud
Almost. There.
Their hand clamped down on my shoulder, shocking me like an icy bucket of water, leaving me gasping in panic.
God, I longed to escape this stifling classroom. I wanted nothing more than to be done with this stupid exam and to get on with my life. But no, I had to stay there, for integrity or some such shit.
For a second it was hard to tell that I was awake because It was so still and pitch black. I thought “This can’t be happening, not to me, this only happens in movies.” I sat there tied up in a chair, stiff as a board, my head aching, barely breathing, trying to hear any sign of the man. I listened closely and made out the sound of crickets so I assumed I must be near the woods. I sat there for what seemed like forever debating over whether I should even move to try and escape. The ropes around my hands weren’t very tight, as if whoever did this wasn’t expecting me to wake up. With great effort and sweat and blood on my hands, I managed to wiggle them free. I untied the ropes around my legs and got up from the metal, rusty chair. I felt around the dirty wooden floor and cut my hand on something, it was a saw. Next to it was a hammer and some other tools and garbage bags. I picked up the hammer. I felt around and found the door. It was locked from the outside but I bashed the door handle off. I ran out into the dark dense woods. I ran in one direction to get as far away from the shack as possible. I ducked under branches and dashed over fallen trees. I only ran for about 5 minutes and then I saw the headlights.
“There’s no escape” roared the demon, the flames rising higher as Ted entered his Wal-Mart. “Rampant consumerism had captured your soul.” Ted cried in anguish as he threw another handful of cheap plastic doo-dads into his cart, feeling the burn on his flesh.
i look down. nothingness, for an eternity below me. all around is like this. emptiness. humanity, my own beloved humanity has turned on me. I need to escape, to get away. away from the nothingness that consumes me.
Well this is interesting. Escape, what is it, truly? Those of us who try to escape are sometimes trapped instead. Is there ever really an escape or is the idea merely a disease. A disease of the mind to trick us humans into the philosophy of a greener grass on the other side.
He wanted to escape. The room was dark, the shadows stifling him, confining him. In actuality, he didn’t even know if he was trapped in a room, or in his own mind. The darkness was his only captor.
At this point, escape seemed all but a dream. Three dreadful months she’d been locked in that tiny room alone. Three months she’d been fed little. Three months since she’d seen the sun.
I’m safe here
Cuddled up, arms around my legs
Nestled in the cockles of your heart
And I would never think
Of slipping away into the night
As I’ve done so many times before.
Sometimes you just want out. What you have in your set little box is just to much for you right now. You have some much going on you cannot breathe…you reach out but there is no one to help set you free…
I took the earliest airplane out to the island to escape the monotony of my life. I could almost feel the sea breeze rustling in my hair as I lounged back in my first-class seat.
1 week without speaking to you is like an eternity of evolution. Does evolving mean I shouldn’t hope you’ll be there when I’m fully grown? The great lakes are lonely.
She lay still, music playing softly in the back ground and the lights dimmed. Her body was sore after having been roughly worked over for the last hour. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, “A massage is always the perfect escape.”
I thought that I would escape myself. I reflected too long on the past, hoping to find the solution to the way life had been. Then one day I opened my eyes to today, and realized I could not escape myself. I would rather make the same mistakes hundreds of times instead of changing the fundamental me.
I must find an escape from this chamber! I still feel their cold hands gripping my arms, tight like iron vises. It smells of rotting flesh in here, and I can’t see a thing. If If I light a flame, will I see dead bodies lying about me, like dozens of scattered stars?
wolken und wasser
wellen aus luft
schleusen
körper kein käfig
atmen lernen
vogelfrei
I stared out my window and wondered what it would be like to escape. To feel real freedom.
Understand this.
I have choked before in timeless mists.
I escaped them then, I’ll escape them now
Back away your time has passed.
I could escape. I knew it. I could see the opening, see where they had failed to cover. They closed in, their leering faces anticipating the fun they were about to have. Or weren’t about to have.
I sprinted–but I was wrong. I couldn’t escape. They caught me.
I need to escape from this place. Few people here understand me and the people I love are far from it. If I ocould take them withme I would be happy.
There is no escape from the drudgery that hangs over each day like a drop cloth, absorbing and absolving any joy that might splatter from a distance.
I have so much to do today. I just want to escape from all of the stress and pressure, but nah. I wanna know how things will turn out. Oh, curiosity.
Escape. Nightmares, thoughts, feelings, attitudes. We all try to escape from something in our lives, maybe a hurtful relationship.
Me, I’ve found that I’ve been forced to escape. I hate it. I don’t want to anymore.
Please.
How soon is too soon to say to someone “When I’m with you for an extended period of time, my smiling muscles start to hurt”? I love the time we spend together, and I love giggling along with her while all the world lay sleeping under starlight. Nightly, there and then, we suspend our disbelief. It’s my escape and hers – we’re more than fine with that.
The escape route was rocky and mossy. In the darkness, many of them slipped and fell, soaking themselves in the creek’s freezing cold water. The women, clad in their sheer cotton dress, began to shiver, and the men wrapped themselves tighter in their cloaks.
I just cannot escape from the guilt of what I had just done.It was totally devastating and…
Salty tears came out of my eyes.I can’t take this in.It is too big for me.
I tried to escape from my kidnapper clutches, but I got found out.My plan leaked out.Who leaked it out?! I didn’t tell anyone about it..
you are my,
and we will,)
& temporary confines
of on-lookers reading
between the finest lines-
(escape
our fate is our own,
& our faith is strong
whether or not we belong,
it won’t be long before our eyes
close as hard as we kiss.
I tried to escape how I felt about my last relationship. It wasn’t easy. To this day it is still somewhat hard. I wish I could escape into another world where I can live a different utopian life, but we all know life isn’t perfect. We make mistakes so we can learn.
i had to escape that evil that night,
jump the fence in cold bare feet, salty tears wetting my clothes and body in pain.
For me escape means going to our holiday place at St Leonards on the Bellarine Pennisular. it’s a small sleepy seaside town that had nothing special but it’s quite.
It’s about 1 and 1/2 hours drive from home so not too far for a quick getaway!
different quality of food
My escape was so near.
thudthudthud
Almost. There.
Their hand clamped down on my shoulder, shocking me like an icy bucket of water, leaving me gasping in panic.
This is simple, just take one man put him in a box. Then take him out without telling anyone how he did it or how it happen.
Run far away. I want to go home. This isn’t home, not like I wanted it to be. I want to be with him and with him I am happy. It is nice… love
God, I longed to escape this stifling classroom. I wanted nothing more than to be done with this stupid exam and to get on with my life. But no, I had to stay there, for integrity or some such shit.
For a second it was hard to tell that I was awake because It was so still and pitch black. I thought “This can’t be happening, not to me, this only happens in movies.” I sat there tied up in a chair, stiff as a board, my head aching, barely breathing, trying to hear any sign of the man. I listened closely and made out the sound of crickets so I assumed I must be near the woods. I sat there for what seemed like forever debating over whether I should even move to try and escape. The ropes around my hands weren’t very tight, as if whoever did this wasn’t expecting me to wake up. With great effort and sweat and blood on my hands, I managed to wiggle them free. I untied the ropes around my legs and got up from the metal, rusty chair. I felt around the dirty wooden floor and cut my hand on something, it was a saw. Next to it was a hammer and some other tools and garbage bags. I picked up the hammer. I felt around and found the door. It was locked from the outside but I bashed the door handle off. I ran out into the dark dense woods. I ran in one direction to get as far away from the shack as possible. I ducked under branches and dashed over fallen trees. I only ran for about 5 minutes and then I saw the headlights.
“There’s no escape” roared the demon, the flames rising higher as Ted entered his Wal-Mart. “Rampant consumerism had captured your soul.” Ted cried in anguish as he threw another handful of cheap plastic doo-dads into his cart, feeling the burn on his flesh.
i look down. nothingness, for an eternity below me. all around is like this. emptiness. humanity, my own beloved humanity has turned on me. I need to escape, to get away. away from the nothingness that consumes me.
Lights made me escape from here – they always escape there
Well this is interesting. Escape, what is it, truly? Those of us who try to escape are sometimes trapped instead. Is there ever really an escape or is the idea merely a disease. A disease of the mind to trick us humans into the philosophy of a greener grass on the other side.
A deserted island at sunset.
A good book.
A new album.
A walk in the park.
A day with him.
He wanted to escape. The room was dark, the shadows stifling him, confining him. In actuality, he didn’t even know if he was trapped in a room, or in his own mind. The darkness was his only captor.
At this point, escape seemed all but a dream. Three dreadful months she’d been locked in that tiny room alone. Three months she’d been fed little. Three months since she’d seen the sun.
i whent in a house and i had to ascape quick becuse it was scery.i am never going to do it agean.this is a fake story
I’m safe here
Cuddled up, arms around my legs
Nestled in the cockles of your heart
And I would never think
Of slipping away into the night
As I’ve done so many times before.
Sometimes you just want out. What you have in your set little box is just to much for you right now. You have some much going on you cannot breathe…you reach out but there is no one to help set you free…
I took the earliest airplane out to the island to escape the monotony of my life. I could almost feel the sea breeze rustling in my hair as I lounged back in my first-class seat.
leave this house. go away. sleep. dream. leave. run. air.
1 week without speaking to you is like an eternity of evolution. Does evolving mean I shouldn’t hope you’ll be there when I’m fully grown? The great lakes are lonely.
Oh, for god’s sake. I spend the week looking forward to this trip and now merely packing is just as bad a chore as everything I’m escaping from.
My first thought was the cliched, “I wish I could escape.” But that’s not even true. I do not wish I could escape. I like my life.
She lay still, music playing softly in the back ground and the lights dimmed. Her body was sore after having been roughly worked over for the last hour. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, “A massage is always the perfect escape.”