I fighting never ended between the two of them. Their shared mind like a prison to each other. It was the ultimate feud this time though. one that would leave only one to remain. mwahahahahahaha…
fiery passion burning inside you heart your hands your arms. it consumes everything, and swallows your dignity. the words shoot out of your mouth like gunfire. you can’t contain the angry truth.
When this began we both knew it would only end with one of our deaths. Who would be so lucky to live is being decided right now. In this instant before the clash of two mortals. My sword, with its night black sheen, his sword, a blood red blade with an almost tangible lust for vitae, only one will have its thirst fully satisfied as a once living body slides off its edge.
I have this feud, this disparity. I cannot win against her as she seeks to throw herself out of me. I cannot fight her as she claws at my face, leaving scars for others to see. I am afraid, I cannot fight her. I cannot face her. I am a coward, I just want to be happy. But she won’t let me be as I want. She is me. And I cannot stop her because she is hurting inside also. Hurting so much. Feud. Internal. She and I.
I felt the shatter rather than heard it. I flinched. This was always the way things went; another epithet, another vase against the wall. Another “you’re the one responsible.” It’s never finished.
feud has the most amazing plot of all times just like alice in wonderlan I rather be in home for christmas than with him thou.
Would you like a cup of coffee while I explain this?
you sure?
I don’t mind
Feud is a word that entails all kinds of awesome things. Rivalry and animosity. Epic battles between two people, two groups, two families, two kingdoms, two nations. It has the basis of many a great tale.
We have had this feud for far too long,
No one knows who’s in the wrong.
We’ve argued, screamed, pulled out hair,
Made our feelings plain and bare.
But the time has come to make amends,
Now we rush to shake our hands.
Scurrying forward, knocking together,
maybe vocal would’ve been better.
Now we’re fighting yet again,
about who pushed who, it never ends.
There was a bloody feud between the two brothers. John shouldn’t have stolen his brother’s favorite watch and throw it in the lake along with all of his brother’s other priceless antiquities. It was a big lake. And now it is much bigger. …And more expensive.
suddenly,the earth shook as if the greek gods were having the feud to end all feuds.furniture moved;things fell off.the whole world seemed to be vibrating as if to shatter things to pieces…then,just as suddenly….it all stopped
Standing there she stared
Aburptly slow
She stood and was gone before her tear hit the floor
It was a single tear
Alone was the tear
Alone to dry on the floor
The Mexicans were feuding with the Russians over a slice of bread. The slice of bread was very large. It was, in fact, the size of Japan. It was enough bread to feed the earth for days upon weeks upon years.
It started the summer we were 15. We’d been friends and next door neighbors since we were born. And suddenly we were sworn enemies. Just the thought of her made my stomach churn. I’d told her I never wanted to speak to her again, and I meant every word.
Reminds me of multiple things. The game show “Family Feud”, but more depressingly how my family members treat each other. Every other day someone’s disowned. I have been as well several times. It’s a never ending cycle of hate that no one is willing to get out of.
Feud. Never thought it would happen in my family. We were the most drama-free family I ever knew. Yet, what was it — sure enough — money at the death of a loved one caused two of us to part — one to shut the other one out of her life forever. I still don’t understand.
we were fighting and i didn’t know why. joan didion once wrote about how her fights with her mother left them both as “veterans of a guerilla warfare they never understood.” now i understood. all i knew was that this fight would not end well for anyone. there was silence all around, and the fog from the bay drifted in through the windows and stifled our voices, stifled our conversation, stifled us. the wildfire of our feud raged on across the hills.
I think grudges are a waste of time. I know its hard sometimes to stop yourself from holding a grudge, but grudges are amazingly unproductive. What is the point of hating someone for something that neither of you probably remember anyways?
When a second passes, it is gone forever. All around the world, people suffer. A child will go hungry, a family will lose their home, and many will die. This will occur numerous times in the next 24 hours alone. It makes something as needless as a feud seem rather shortsighted. Our time is better spent loving one another.
no one likes feud.
they boil and brew and mix and stew
and everything becomes a battle field
until everyone forgets the reason for the feud
and then…it seemed like nonsense to even consider the fight
He was lounging on the ratty sofa in the basement, watching her like she was beneath him. Eileen cracked her knuckles without thinking, and Dr. Shaw smiled at the wall.
“It’s not safe,” Emmitt said, and thumbed his nose.
“How do you think people get into this?” she asked. “No one’s gonna listen to you if you shoot them all!”
When I first read “feud”, I thought it said “Freud”. I’ve been thinking and reading a lot about Freud lately, so I was kind of excited. Now, all I can really think of is Family Fued. And that fat man, Louis whoever, who maybe hosted it… or maybe that was a different show… or maybe that wasn’t his name at all.
“I have to take a fucking piss, pull over Darren.”
Darren was annoyed, and that was okay. I hated Darren, but he was my transport, my own personal taxi. My donkey. I could stick cocaine up his ass and take him across the border if I wanted: he had no backbone.
i once participated in a family feud. not one on television…but a reality feud…as in real life. you can also say that i was the main cause of this said family feud…you can also say that it was some real life drama…i knew i shouldn’t have met up with that boy, romeo. i should have listened to my dad.
Why do you feed this animosity?
Is it born from fear or driven by hunger?
Open up your ears to the cries of the dying voices, hearts, and breaths.
Soften your hearts to resolutions of peace and of love.
This final feud can be resolved, but not with uncontrolled zeal and unreasonable appeal.
Two warring families. It’s the same old story, isn’t it? Throw in some illicit romance, a long forgotten origin and the stubborness of the human condition and ta da! Human nature wins out, every time. The same old story, told again and again, in a thousand different ways. The story of our lives. The story of their lives. The story of our world.
In ancient times, feuds were not a luxury. Feuds were life and death. Feudal lords controlled your life and that of your family. Today we live in such unbelievable freedom – what a luxury!
Freedom and independence, all so cliche but so tantalizing at the same time. Growing up, finding love, making your own way.
Innocence and no responsibilities, you were going to marry Daddy one day and then save the world. Sheltered, but contently so.
They watch as your mind, body, and destiny feud between the two.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped back from the feuding brothers. Yet again, they were at each others throats, and it had been like this every day since Airavarri had ….well. Bedlam wasn’t exactly the ideal way to go. Nonetheless, she couldn’t stand hearing the last two of her relatives bicker like children.
stop it.
can’t you see it’s pointless?
why are you fighting in the first place?
I can’t stand it!
Just shut up, PLEASE
at least leave me out of it
I beg you…
…please…?
It’s always a competition with June. Always. She can’t handle mediocrity or the fact that maybe, sometimes, I’m better an some things than she is. She can’t handle the thought that maybe, just maybe, I am worth more than a jealous and reproving glare from her direction.
(continued from “elixir”) I ran to him. I had to see what this was all about. It was the Vice President, lying on the ground. “I knew they would come for me” he wheezes. “after all these years they never forgave me…never forgave me for starting that rift that feud …
(comtinued from “elixir”) I ran to him. I had to see what this was all about. It was the Vice President, lying on the ground. “I knew they would come for me” he wheezes. “after all these years they never forgave me…never forgave me for starting that rift that feud …
Family feud. Yes we have had them over the stupidest things. Like why don’t certain people send greeting cards. Somebody not invited to a wedding when it was adults only and no kids.
Family Feud is such an annoying game show. I really don’t like it one bit. I find the concept entirely retarded and I don’t know why, of all game shows, one would ever want to be seen on that one because it is absolutely the dumbest one ever. Like seriously, Lingo and $10,000 Pyramid are so much better.
plain white t’s. you only call me after you’ve had a feud.
friends don’t let friends dial drunk.
really? friends don’t let friends GET drunk.
stay above the influence. i want to start a club that does cool stuff at college without drinking. yay!
I fighting never ended between the two of them. Their shared mind like a prison to each other. It was the ultimate feud this time though. one that would leave only one to remain. mwahahahahahaha…
fiery passion burning inside you heart your hands your arms. it consumes everything, and swallows your dignity. the words shoot out of your mouth like gunfire. you can’t contain the angry truth.
When this began we both knew it would only end with one of our deaths. Who would be so lucky to live is being decided right now. In this instant before the clash of two mortals. My sword, with its night black sheen, his sword, a blood red blade with an almost tangible lust for vitae, only one will have its thirst fully satisfied as a once living body slides off its edge.
I have this feud, this disparity. I cannot win against her as she seeks to throw herself out of me. I cannot fight her as she claws at my face, leaving scars for others to see. I am afraid, I cannot fight her. I cannot face her. I am a coward, I just want to be happy. But she won’t let me be as I want. She is me. And I cannot stop her because she is hurting inside also. Hurting so much. Feud. Internal. She and I.
I felt the shatter rather than heard it. I flinched. This was always the way things went; another epithet, another vase against the wall. Another “you’re the one responsible.” It’s never finished.
feud has the most amazing plot of all times just like alice in wonderlan I rather be in home for christmas than with him thou.
Would you like a cup of coffee while I explain this?
you sure?
I don’t mind
Feud is a word that entails all kinds of awesome things. Rivalry and animosity. Epic battles between two people, two groups, two families, two kingdoms, two nations. It has the basis of many a great tale.
I think I want to spend my life growing food.
It just seems like such an important task. And I feel so eager to fulfill the responsibility of improving land I am stewarding.
I want to spend my life growing food.
We have had this feud for far too long,
No one knows who’s in the wrong.
We’ve argued, screamed, pulled out hair,
Made our feelings plain and bare.
But the time has come to make amends,
Now we rush to shake our hands.
Scurrying forward, knocking together,
maybe vocal would’ve been better.
Now we’re fighting yet again,
about who pushed who, it never ends.
There was a bloody feud between the two brothers. John shouldn’t have stolen his brother’s favorite watch and throw it in the lake along with all of his brother’s other priceless antiquities. It was a big lake. And now it is much bigger. …And more expensive.
suddenly,the earth shook as if the greek gods were having the feud to end all feuds.furniture moved;things fell off.the whole world seemed to be vibrating as if to shatter things to pieces…then,just as suddenly….it all stopped
Standing there she stared
Aburptly slow
She stood and was gone before her tear hit the floor
It was a single tear
Alone was the tear
Alone to dry on the floor
The Mexicans were feuding with the Russians over a slice of bread. The slice of bread was very large. It was, in fact, the size of Japan. It was enough bread to feed the earth for days upon weeks upon years.
It started the summer we were 15. We’d been friends and next door neighbors since we were born. And suddenly we were sworn enemies. Just the thought of her made my stomach churn. I’d told her I never wanted to speak to her again, and I meant every word.
Reminds me of multiple things. The game show “Family Feud”, but more depressingly how my family members treat each other. Every other day someone’s disowned. I have been as well several times. It’s a never ending cycle of hate that no one is willing to get out of.
this fits. an internal fued between confusion.. denial.. anger maybe?
Feud. Never thought it would happen in my family. We were the most drama-free family I ever knew. Yet, what was it — sure enough — money at the death of a loved one caused two of us to part — one to shut the other one out of her life forever. I still don’t understand.
we were fighting and i didn’t know why. joan didion once wrote about how her fights with her mother left them both as “veterans of a guerilla warfare they never understood.” now i understood. all i knew was that this fight would not end well for anyone. there was silence all around, and the fog from the bay drifted in through the windows and stifled our voices, stifled our conversation, stifled us. the wildfire of our feud raged on across the hills.
I think grudges are a waste of time. I know its hard sometimes to stop yourself from holding a grudge, but grudges are amazingly unproductive. What is the point of hating someone for something that neither of you probably remember anyways?
When a second passes, it is gone forever. All around the world, people suffer. A child will go hungry, a family will lose their home, and many will die. This will occur numerous times in the next 24 hours alone. It makes something as needless as a feud seem rather shortsighted. Our time is better spent loving one another.
no one likes feud.
they boil and brew and mix and stew
and everything becomes a battle field
until everyone forgets the reason for the feud
and then…it seemed like nonsense to even consider the fight
He was lounging on the ratty sofa in the basement, watching her like she was beneath him. Eileen cracked her knuckles without thinking, and Dr. Shaw smiled at the wall.
“It’s not safe,” Emmitt said, and thumbed his nose.
“How do you think people get into this?” she asked. “No one’s gonna listen to you if you shoot them all!”
When I first read “feud”, I thought it said “Freud”. I’ve been thinking and reading a lot about Freud lately, so I was kind of excited. Now, all I can really think of is Family Fued. And that fat man, Louis whoever, who maybe hosted it… or maybe that was a different show… or maybe that wasn’t his name at all.
“I have to take a fucking piss, pull over Darren.”
Darren was annoyed, and that was okay. I hated Darren, but he was my transport, my own personal taxi. My donkey. I could stick cocaine up his ass and take him across the border if I wanted: he had no backbone.
i once participated in a family feud. not one on television…but a reality feud…as in real life. you can also say that i was the main cause of this said family feud…you can also say that it was some real life drama…i knew i shouldn’t have met up with that boy, romeo. i should have listened to my dad.
Why do you feed this animosity?
Is it born from fear or driven by hunger?
Open up your ears to the cries of the dying voices, hearts, and breaths.
Soften your hearts to resolutions of peace and of love.
This final feud can be resolved, but not with uncontrolled zeal and unreasonable appeal.
Two warring families. It’s the same old story, isn’t it? Throw in some illicit romance, a long forgotten origin and the stubborness of the human condition and ta da! Human nature wins out, every time. The same old story, told again and again, in a thousand different ways. The story of our lives. The story of their lives. The story of our world.
In ancient times, feuds were not a luxury. Feuds were life and death. Feudal lords controlled your life and that of your family. Today we live in such unbelievable freedom – what a luxury!
fighting. anger. lost loves. lost families. lost. spears. broken hearts. dark heavy eyes
turning backs
disgusted faces
hand out
arms out
peace
leaving
Freedom and independence, all so cliche but so tantalizing at the same time. Growing up, finding love, making your own way.
Innocence and no responsibilities, you were going to marry Daddy one day and then save the world. Sheltered, but contently so.
They watch as your mind, body, and destiny feud between the two.
It’s too much.
The voices, back and forth.
Please stop!
I can’t do
it anymore. No more fights.
It’s too much.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped back from the feuding brothers. Yet again, they were at each others throats, and it had been like this every day since Airavarri had ….well. Bedlam wasn’t exactly the ideal way to go. Nonetheless, she couldn’t stand hearing the last two of her relatives bicker like children.
Family feud.
The bar version was always fun, even if the bar was seedy.
Games like that bring out my competitive side.
stop it.
can’t you see it’s pointless?
why are you fighting in the first place?
I can’t stand it!
Just shut up, PLEASE
at least leave me out of it
I beg you…
…please…?
It’s always a competition with June. Always. She can’t handle mediocrity or the fact that maybe, sometimes, I’m better an some things than she is. She can’t handle the thought that maybe, just maybe, I am worth more than a jealous and reproving glare from her direction.
(continued from “elixir”) I ran to him. I had to see what this was all about. It was the Vice President, lying on the ground. “I knew they would come for me” he wheezes. “after all these years they never forgave me…never forgave me for starting that rift that feud …
(comtinued from “elixir”) I ran to him. I had to see what this was all about. It was the Vice President, lying on the ground. “I knew they would come for me” he wheezes. “after all these years they never forgave me…never forgave me for starting that rift that feud …
Family feud. Yes we have had them over the stupidest things. Like why don’t certain people send greeting cards. Somebody not invited to a wedding when it was adults only and no kids.
Family Feud is such an annoying game show. I really don’t like it one bit. I find the concept entirely retarded and I don’t know why, of all game shows, one would ever want to be seen on that one because it is absolutely the dumbest one ever. Like seriously, Lingo and $10,000 Pyramid are so much better.