THere was so much to offer in this new land. Thr promise of a job, the guaranteed happpiness, the amazing people. But something was off, I knew it the second I stepped on to this land. It was too good to be true. Too good of a trap to lure wondering bypassers into the wonderful ways.
She just kept tripping. Her legs had bruises all over. And I could tell they weren’t just from falling. She seemed to do it on purpose. To hide that someone was actually abusing her. So I offered my hand to help her up, and became her friend. As soon as we got close, I asked her to tell me. Tonight, I just saved her life. She’s now getting some help and her father no longer has custody. She will be my next door neighbor tomorrow.
I offer you an inch, you take a mile. I offer you a hug, you take a kiss. I offer you a dollar, you want one hundred dollars. I offered you my heart and you took freedom. Where do I go from here?
I offered to answer any of their questions. Not many of them took me up on the offer. I do my best to make them feel at ease, but they are always wary of speaking up in front of others. I just pray that they find their voices soon. It is going to be a long semester, if they don’t! Who knows, some of them might even enjoy the ride.
I offered her my love. I gave up everything I possibly could for her. My beliefs, my sexuality. Everything was hers. She took it, lied, ran, and left me alone with nothing. Nothing of the old me.
I’m offering suggestions to poor little pedestrians,
Walking down the street hoping they’ll be next of kin,
To the poor little rich men, begging with their destiny,
When all they’re really wanting is someone standing next to them
that’s not a cheater or a liar, but will offer some support,
(it’s hard to play the game when you start playing with your heart)
but it’s a start to a new generation–and that’s my time…
The offer was a disaster to begin with. He didn’t know what he was thinking except that he had to offer something that no one would suspect he’d give, even if it was something that someone else already put on the table. He knew the shock factor would be in his favor. But when he saw his senpai smile in a most chilling fashion, he had the sinking feeling he should have backed out when he had the chance.
My fingernail. I actually haven’t the slightest clue as to what this is about, or what I am supposed to be offering. Nor do I know what I will receive as compensation for my offer. So, I offer these words, my confused thoughts.
It’s the best I can do boyo. Take it or leave it. Either way, hurry up and get the bloody thing off my foot before I nut you one. 80 euro? Are you bleedin’ mad. It’s worth twice that. And your wife!
The offer, it’s irresistable. Some people get this way about shoes, some people get like this with cars. But to me….this is worth more then….well, it’s worth more to me then what it’s worth.
“Are you sure?” I ask the register person.
She smiles blandly, “Yes sir. All Big Macs- But 7, get one free, for today only!”
I gasp, “I’ll take 14”
This is all I have to offer.
Poorly chosen words, scrawled on a tiny scrap of paper.
Feeble payment for the beauty you have given me.
I can’t help but worry that it will never be enough.
He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He was the one, I mean. How could I say no to him? When he got down on his knee, I didn’t know what to think. I mean, he was moving halfway across the coutnry in a month. I knew we wouldn’t last. THen he thrw this curveball at me and I was speechless.
A hand extended. An orb of invitation, crystal globe, translucent: anything could happen. A circumnavigation of what could bes. Accept and the world is mine, in microcosm miles. Decline and sink my soul in the sorrow of retrospect, hands crushing into fists.
I offered my hand out to him, the kind gesture masking all my hate and distrust in the world, and with a twinkling eye, and knowing smile he took my hand, and ever we walked alone, he trusting, I not.
offer. something made to someone, mostly in some sort of deal i guess. if someone offers to give you money for sex. say no. prostitution is illegal. you dumb bimbo. except in rhode island. because they’re all sluts. those hooker. like ‘cmon now. dirty. rhode islanders.
I don’t have anything to offer the world…yet. I’m just this simple crazy girl who wants to write and travel the world. But I will give something back…something extraordinary. I still don’t know what it is though.
I used to love receiving things. Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, whatever gifts, I’d just put my hand out and receive it. These days I don’t expect anything from anyone, and instead I’ve become a lot more generous. Not just with money or material things, but in thought as well.
“ill make you an offer you can’t refuse.” how many of us used THAT line, today? i mean come ON. are we really that deeply influenced by movies? she won’t leave me alone or stop talking. and i just want to kiss.
To offer, to give.
We take when we live.
Receive a gift, want it or not,
Shows that the person cares a lot.
So when I give a treasure to hold,
please keep it and do as your told-
it hurts like hell when you give it back,
Did you not like it? Courage, I lack…
“…and I won’t make it again,” he said, in a confident but slightly aggressive tone. I let the receiver fall away from my ear, and stared out the window, at the rustling leaves in the wind and late afternoon sun.
“I refuse,” I said, and left the phone dangle unused for many years.
I have only my imagination to offer, because you will teach me how to love by dreaming the same dream as me, and we will jump on flowers in green fields, and fly.
The man with shaking hands offers the child his candy.
“But I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers mister..” The young boy knows better, but the man looks like a nice man with a genuine smile, and that is his favourite candy.
The shabby tan coat drooped off of her shoulders like a potato sack. The bags under her eyes had swollen to an enormous size, and her hair lay in a long, matted braid.
“I’ll only make this offer once, girl,” he growled. “And I don’t think you can afford to pass it up.” She saw a silver glint where the man slightly opened his jacket.
“We need to go.” It was never an offer. Never “Do you want to go?” It was always, “We need to get out of here.” And I didn’t even think about it. I just glanced at his cold, cold hand, and listened for a heart that would never beat again. And we left.
At that moment she made me an offer I could not refuse. Her long blonde locks tousled out if their usual tight bun and her crisp white collar slid gracefully down her back.
What a great offer! How could I pass this up? A full-time job with benefits, along with a fantastic salary. There’s only one hitch. It’s in Greenland. I mean, who lives in Greenland?
What have you got to offer me? Anything special? i don’t think so. You’re just like everybody else. Same brains, same body. But I have something to offer you. Go think. Maybe someday you’ll know. And that would be a great offer then.
If I had one thing to offer today it would be that we should all be thankful. Even in time of despair there is always something to be thankful for and we have the choice to acknowledge it or ignore it.
The girl offered the baby a piece of candy, anxiously looking over her shoulder in case the baby’s mom showed up. She didn’t know why she was so keen on giving this baby candy, perhaps it was because it had been too long a time since she had seen someone smile out of innocent joy, like the simple taste of sugar
The offer of an offer is often better than the offering.
THere was so much to offer in this new land. Thr promise of a job, the guaranteed happpiness, the amazing people. But something was off, I knew it the second I stepped on to this land. It was too good to be true. Too good of a trap to lure wondering bypassers into the wonderful ways.
She just kept tripping. Her legs had bruises all over. And I could tell they weren’t just from falling. She seemed to do it on purpose. To hide that someone was actually abusing her. So I offered my hand to help her up, and became her friend. As soon as we got close, I asked her to tell me. Tonight, I just saved her life. She’s now getting some help and her father no longer has custody. She will be my next door neighbor tomorrow.
offer. what to offer?
i can only offer you an offer.
Would you offer me one in return?
Would the offers be equal?
offer me that.
I offer you an inch, you take a mile. I offer you a hug, you take a kiss. I offer you a dollar, you want one hundred dollars. I offered you my heart and you took freedom. Where do I go from here?
It was dangerous,
what she was about to do,
but in order to save her family,
she had to take the man’s offer
hopefully she would survive
I offered to answer any of their questions. Not many of them took me up on the offer. I do my best to make them feel at ease, but they are always wary of speaking up in front of others. I just pray that they find their voices soon. It is going to be a long semester, if they don’t! Who knows, some of them might even enjoy the ride.
I offered her my love. I gave up everything I possibly could for her. My beliefs, my sexuality. Everything was hers. She took it, lied, ran, and left me alone with nothing. Nothing of the old me.
I’m offering suggestions to poor little pedestrians,
Walking down the street hoping they’ll be next of kin,
To the poor little rich men, begging with their destiny,
When all they’re really wanting is someone standing next to them
that’s not a cheater or a liar, but will offer some support,
(it’s hard to play the game when you start playing with your heart)
but it’s a start to a new generation–and that’s my time…
The offer was a disaster to begin with. He didn’t know what he was thinking except that he had to offer something that no one would suspect he’d give, even if it was something that someone else already put on the table. He knew the shock factor would be in his favor. But when he saw his senpai smile in a most chilling fashion, he had the sinking feeling he should have backed out when he had the chance.
My fingernail. I actually haven’t the slightest clue as to what this is about, or what I am supposed to be offering. Nor do I know what I will receive as compensation for my offer. So, I offer these words, my confused thoughts.
Try to offer as much as you can everyday to make the world a more interest, exciting, savory, collaborative place. I just didn’t want to use “better”.
It’s the best I can do boyo. Take it or leave it. Either way, hurry up and get the bloody thing off my foot before I nut you one. 80 euro? Are you bleedin’ mad. It’s worth twice that. And your wife!
The offer, it’s irresistable. Some people get this way about shoes, some people get like this with cars. But to me….this is worth more then….well, it’s worth more to me then what it’s worth.
“Are you sure?” I ask the register person.
She smiles blandly, “Yes sir. All Big Macs- But 7, get one free, for today only!”
I gasp, “I’ll take 14”
This is all I have to offer.
Poorly chosen words, scrawled on a tiny scrap of paper.
Feeble payment for the beauty you have given me.
I can’t help but worry that it will never be enough.
He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He was the one, I mean. How could I say no to him? When he got down on his knee, I didn’t know what to think. I mean, he was moving halfway across the coutnry in a month. I knew we wouldn’t last. THen he thrw this curveball at me and I was speechless.
A hand extended. An orb of invitation, crystal globe, translucent: anything could happen. A circumnavigation of what could bes. Accept and the world is mine, in microcosm miles. Decline and sink my soul in the sorrow of retrospect, hands crushing into fists.
“How much do you want?” she couldn’t help but eye the diamond. He thought it was a fake, but she could tell it wasn’t.
His eyes squinted. “It’s worth more isn’t it? Maybe I should talk to someone else.” He turned to leave out the pawn shop.
I offered my hand out to him, the kind gesture masking all my hate and distrust in the world, and with a twinkling eye, and knowing smile he took my hand, and ever we walked alone, he trusting, I not.
offer. something made to someone, mostly in some sort of deal i guess. if someone offers to give you money for sex. say no. prostitution is illegal. you dumb bimbo. except in rhode island. because they’re all sluts. those hooker. like ‘cmon now. dirty. rhode islanders.
I don’t have anything to offer the world…yet. I’m just this simple crazy girl who wants to write and travel the world. But I will give something back…something extraordinary. I still don’t know what it is though.
I used to love receiving things. Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, whatever gifts, I’d just put my hand out and receive it. These days I don’t expect anything from anyone, and instead I’ve become a lot more generous. Not just with money or material things, but in thought as well.
Employer, why don’t you offer me a chance? No experience is ever built on air.
“ill make you an offer you can’t refuse.” how many of us used THAT line, today? i mean come ON. are we really that deeply influenced by movies? she won’t leave me alone or stop talking. and i just want to kiss.
To offer, to give.
We take when we live.
Receive a gift, want it or not,
Shows that the person cares a lot.
So when I give a treasure to hold,
please keep it and do as your told-
it hurts like hell when you give it back,
Did you not like it? Courage, I lack…
tempted, make an offer. It’s on the table, do I accept it or hold out for more? But if I wait a while and be patient, maybe I can…going once, twice…
“…and I won’t make it again,” he said, in a confident but slightly aggressive tone. I let the receiver fall away from my ear, and stared out the window, at the rustling leaves in the wind and late afternoon sun.
“I refuse,” I said, and left the phone dangle unused for many years.
“that’s all I have to offer you,”he whispered.then loudly,”you kids!get to bed.”
I have only my imagination to offer, because you will teach me how to love by dreaming the same dream as me, and we will jump on flowers in green fields, and fly.
The man with shaking hands offers the child his candy.
“But I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers mister..” The young boy knows better, but the man looks like a nice man with a genuine smile, and that is his favourite candy.
“Excellence is the unlimited ability to improve the quality of what you have to offer.”
The shabby tan coat drooped off of her shoulders like a potato sack. The bags under her eyes had swollen to an enormous size, and her hair lay in a long, matted braid.
“I’ll only make this offer once, girl,” he growled. “And I don’t think you can afford to pass it up.” She saw a silver glint where the man slightly opened his jacket.
“We need to go.” It was never an offer. Never “Do you want to go?” It was always, “We need to get out of here.” And I didn’t even think about it. I just glanced at his cold, cold hand, and listened for a heart that would never beat again. And we left.
I stand in awe of you Lord.what do i have to offer you? I offered your children encouragement when they hungered, but here.. What do i have to offer?
We render our obeisances, an orison to God. Humbly and contritely we go forth, cleansed of our iniquities.
At that moment she made me an offer I could not refuse. Her long blonde locks tousled out if their usual tight bun and her crisp white collar slid gracefully down her back.
What a great offer! How could I pass this up? A full-time job with benefits, along with a fantastic salary. There’s only one hitch. It’s in Greenland. I mean, who lives in Greenland?
What have you got to offer me? Anything special? i don’t think so. You’re just like everybody else. Same brains, same body. But I have something to offer you. Go think. Maybe someday you’ll know. And that would be a great offer then.
If I had one thing to offer today it would be that we should all be thankful. Even in time of despair there is always something to be thankful for and we have the choice to acknowledge it or ignore it.
The girl offered the baby a piece of candy, anxiously looking over her shoulder in case the baby’s mom showed up. She didn’t know why she was so keen on giving this baby candy, perhaps it was because it had been too long a time since she had seen someone smile out of innocent joy, like the simple taste of sugar