Persons are kind of crazy. I mean you get nice ones, but then you get lots of not so nice ones. Some can make a great difference by doing something good, and some can make a great difference by doing something back. They can do good like Abe Lincoln, or bad like Hitler. They both made a difference though. So I guess each person has the ability to make a difference, no matter how subtle
Democracy: Rule by persons elected by public.
Oligarchy: Rule by a few.
Theocracy: Rule by religious leaders.
Monarchy: Rule by a king/queen
Plutocracy: Rule by the wealthy.
Who is she? What does she want? What is she doing here? There are so many people she could be, ways she could go, paths she could follow. It’s lonely, but she’ll find something. She’ll figure out a way to do what she wants with her life.
The room was crowded to capacity, persons shoved tightly up against each-other, inhaling the combined fumes of stale beer and the sweat of their neighbors. Then finally a wiry tattooed young man, with a feral glint in his eye steps up, loops the beat up guitar strap around his shoulders. The aimless murmuring erupts into screams, the show has begun.
“Persons under the age of 17 will not be admitted to see an R-rated film,” the sign next to the box office read. Andy snapped his fingers in frustration; he HAD to see “Zombie Destruction 2” . . . all the cool kids had watched it. How was he going to get into the theater? An 11 year old could pass as 17 . . . right? Andy marched up to the box office and looked the usher – a young guy with a smattering of zits across his face – in the eye.
“One ticket for ‘Zombie Destruction 2’,” he declared. The usher rolled his eyes.
Them two persons, always there. Always gossiping. It’s wrong; they know it. They do it to me. They do it about me. It’s wrong, we all know it. That’s why she was discarded from the other group of people. Our trio was killed. Now we’re two pairs; two pairs in a civil war between ourselves.
I don’t think persons is a word, she thought. However, the mayor kept droning on and on about the pouring rain at the cathedral, and how the ‘persons’ should have stopped it.
The persons were all there to write all over the wall. Some were silly and some were serious. It was interesting how some sounded like strangers while others wrote like lifelong friends. The wall was beautiful, with all the people who participated.
To many, after the war came, we ceased to be persons of interest. Instead, we were just an image they’d see on the evening news. Compelling, sympathetic, but not really real. Not the way that they were.
Why so little understanding? Why such denial of truth? And why is it that they feel that we are always in the midst of battle? I cook food for my family, I go shopping for food, I care for my husband, the same as always. The same as before this stupid war tore apart my family and my country.
Persons are weird and crazy and unmanageable. The most dangerous animals that exist on this planet. What makes us so special? What makes us different from the elephants and the giraffes and the monkeys? Nothing.
They came from all over the place. A trickle at first and then the numbers began to swell. It was only a matter of time before they reached. The persons. We need to get outta here.
There is not much to write about, a person is a person and persons is more than one person. You may just someone for just being a person but as soon as they have a friend and become persons then you want to know them.
so there were these three things, with three heads, we’ll call them persons… and their heads hung on long furry necks like a stretched out dog’s. “There’s nothing else to do” they said, and plunged into the blurry deep of the sea.
Hey dont pick up that half of a foot long sub way sandwich and eat it. Yeah dont you do that , that belongs to that one persons dawg. yeah , yeah that dawg was all licking it and I even saw it raise a leg and take a misty pissy on it. Marking its territory and all…so yeah..dont eat it.
all is different. every single element of the human race. i am unsure if this word is grammatically correct, but oh well. persons… are we ALL individuals or are we the same? i feel as though each and every one of us contributes to the glorious oneness of the universe, together we unite.
Persons are beings that speak
without words.
each sentence flows
from the people and the persons–
from tongues that have tasted sweet candy, sour lemon
and bitter despair;
eyes that have seen rapturously beautiful sunsets
painted by the hand of a magnificent detailer;
and ears that have heard melodies
so sweet
they couldn’t help but dance
to each
eb and flow in the music.
It is from these persons
that the sentences flow like the rock of a softly waving sea.
He was in school. Daydreaming out the window about what it’d be like to leave the place and never return. He didn’t think about the people out there in the world that he would be competing against. No chance without an education. He didn’t think about the Japanese who were very close to getting ahead…
The idea that there can be mutliple peronalities in one body is known widely as a form of madness. “Persons” seems far more personal and intimate than “people”. Persons are individuals, put together in a space, stuck in a fixed area and believed to be different. If they were people, they would be perceived as the same. Persons are different, alone, and yet alone in a way that means they are surrounded by others.
“very person is individual and unique – I love their uniqueness which brings color in life. About persons, the unity is most important though difficult due to the uniqueness – then again it offers the best possible arrangement to achieve strength to face any challenges. For a leader, the challenge is to figure out the common challenges that all in the same team face and keep motivated the whole team :)
Persons are walking by my desk. They are loaded with briefcases and garment bags. As they pass in one direction I see them in suits and “casual business” attire. As they travel back past me in the opposite direction they are sporting the white capris, baggy floral button-down shirts and tropical colors of a vacation in Hawaii.
Why am I the only one sitting here? What invitation to join in the parade did I miss? Trying to complete a task on my computer, I’m so distracted, not only by the visual parade, but by the thoughts going through my head, the questions, the doubts……..and now the feelings of being left out.
I don’t really know these people, but they are doing something while I’m not, and that makes me jealous and want to be doing what they are. Whatever that is, if the crowd is doing it, it must be better, more fun than what I am doing.
Duty keeps me bound to my desk and computer. I decided to delay the gratification of joining the group moving so invitingly in front of me. I grit my teeth and focus as best I can to finish my day’s assignment. I do not look up, but remain steadfast to the task. Whew! It’s done! I look up to finally ask one of the persons walking by what is happening and where they Re all bound. But no one is there.
The missing persons report had my face on it now. I had never imagined anyone would notice my absence, but there it was. I was missed. At least by my teachers…I ran away because no one cared, and there was the proof that they did.
I checked the papers again.
“How many persons were killed at the explosion again?”
I didn’t even have to look, I’d memorized the whole thing.
“17”, I said wearily.
Mr. Nichols looked concerned.
“And, how many persons were at the building?”
“18, Mr. Nichols. We’ve been over this a million times!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, but no one could survive that explosion….NO ONE!! Yet, someone did. I want to see that someone. I want to see him/her in the living flesh so he/she can tell me what happened at THAT explosion.” Mr. NIchols grabbed a ciggarette out of his jacket and headed for the door.
No one HUMAN could have survived the explosion, I thought, but someone did. That person is NOT human.
I laughed to myself, “Probably superman.”
How many different persons are there in the world? When you stop and think about it, the word itself is so much more than you first guess. Not people, but persons. Not a single group that everyone lands into, but different separate groups that define who you are.
“What’s the difference between persons and people?” Katie asked Eliza.
“People is a group of persons who’ve lost their individuality,” Eliza said, without turning around from the stove, “Persons haven’t. See, you can still see ‘person’ inside it.” That was the thing about Eliza: she wasn’t always right but she always had a definite opinion of things, voiced in her high-pitched misty way.
“What about peoples?”
A cloud of steam wafted up from the frying mushrooms. “Peoples is a group of people who’ve lost their individuality,” she said darkly.
The persons in question are of neither one variety nor the other. They are all together different and unusual from all other persons previously discovered. No one knows quite why they have developed so differently but it is hoped that upon further research we will learn more.
how long do you think it’s been since you watched him walk through that door? you don’t remember do you? huh, it seems as though he was the only person to ever offer you ant closure and you let him slip right out of your grasp. you let him slide out the door and into the cold November night and you didn’t try to stop him. No, you didn’t even bat an eye as he wormed is way in and out of your heart. I bet you feel like an idiot now, letting him come in and take over everything you worked so hard to forget. Bet you feel like a real idiot, huh? well you should.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, but they flew wide open in the next second as someone bumped into her from behind.
‘Sorry, miss,’ a voice apologised, and she looked down to see a little street urchin hugging a bundle of newspapers close to his chest, bearing advertisements such as ‘70% off total cost of dry cleaning, only today!’ and ‘Sick of the persons constantly haranguing you at your doorstep? Sign up to get rid of them, today!’
As I walked with my friend beside me, our arms linked together as we went towards the gym, I saw my sister in the distance laughing with my friend. Even from my point of view, it was obvious that they were trying to ignore me while shooting surreptitious glances at my way . I tried not to think too much about it and urged my friend to proceed to the gym.
My rubber shoes squeaked on the matting. Just as I was about to tell my friend to go faster, a voice spoke behind me.
“Hey,” she said.
Too late, I thought.
blah blah blah bblah blah blah….i sucketh.
Persons are kind of crazy. I mean you get nice ones, but then you get lots of not so nice ones. Some can make a great difference by doing something good, and some can make a great difference by doing something back. They can do good like Abe Lincoln, or bad like Hitler. They both made a difference though. So I guess each person has the ability to make a difference, no matter how subtle
Democracy: Rule by persons elected by public.
Oligarchy: Rule by a few.
Theocracy: Rule by religious leaders.
Monarchy: Rule by a king/queen
Plutocracy: Rule by the wealthy.
HISTORY.
Who is she? What does she want? What is she doing here? There are so many people she could be, ways she could go, paths she could follow. It’s lonely, but she’ll find something. She’ll figure out a way to do what she wants with her life.
The room was crowded to capacity, persons shoved tightly up against each-other, inhaling the combined fumes of stale beer and the sweat of their neighbors. Then finally a wiry tattooed young man, with a feral glint in his eye steps up, loops the beat up guitar strap around his shoulders. The aimless murmuring erupts into screams, the show has begun.
“Persons under the age of 17 will not be admitted to see an R-rated film,” the sign next to the box office read. Andy snapped his fingers in frustration; he HAD to see “Zombie Destruction 2” . . . all the cool kids had watched it. How was he going to get into the theater? An 11 year old could pass as 17 . . . right? Andy marched up to the box office and looked the usher – a young guy with a smattering of zits across his face – in the eye.
“One ticket for ‘Zombie Destruction 2’,” he declared. The usher rolled his eyes.
Persons…such a distant word…I have wondered whether it really is a word. Is it?
Them two persons, always there. Always gossiping. It’s wrong; they know it. They do it to me. They do it about me. It’s wrong, we all know it. That’s why she was discarded from the other group of people. Our trio was killed. Now we’re two pairs; two pairs in a civil war between ourselves.
I don’t think persons is a word, she thought. However, the mayor kept droning on and on about the pouring rain at the cathedral, and how the ‘persons’ should have stopped it.
The persons were all there to write all over the wall. Some were silly and some were serious. It was interesting how some sounded like strangers while others wrote like lifelong friends. The wall was beautiful, with all the people who participated.
There is a person in my way.
The people in this place are all persons I don’t know.
These persons.
people
human
cool
awesome
nasty
sexy
women
men
horrible
mean
drunk
name
haha
lol
sober
lazy
word
To many, after the war came, we ceased to be persons of interest. Instead, we were just an image they’d see on the evening news. Compelling, sympathetic, but not really real. Not the way that they were.
Why so little understanding? Why such denial of truth? And why is it that they feel that we are always in the midst of battle? I cook food for my family, I go shopping for food, I care for my husband, the same as always. The same as before this stupid war tore apart my family and my country.
Persons are weird and crazy and unmanageable. The most dangerous animals that exist on this planet. What makes us so special? What makes us different from the elephants and the giraffes and the monkeys? Nothing.
I don’t know many persons. ‘Cause I have never been a friend collector.
Which has provided me most sincere persons.
Who would last till the death.
They came from all over the place. A trickle at first and then the numbers began to swell. It was only a matter of time before they reached. The persons. We need to get outta here.
There is not much to write about, a person is a person and persons is more than one person. You may just someone for just being a person but as soon as they have a friend and become persons then you want to know them.
so there were these three things, with three heads, we’ll call them persons… and their heads hung on long furry necks like a stretched out dog’s. “There’s nothing else to do” they said, and plunged into the blurry deep of the sea.
Hey dont pick up that half of a foot long sub way sandwich and eat it. Yeah dont you do that , that belongs to that one persons dawg. yeah , yeah that dawg was all licking it and I even saw it raise a leg and take a misty pissy on it. Marking its territory and all…so yeah..dont eat it.
the persons responsible for the crime were tracked prosecuted and locked away, justice prevailed!
The word ‘persons’ sounds incorrect, unless it was ‘person’s’ otherwise it would be people rather than persons. Nothing else……..
all is different. every single element of the human race. i am unsure if this word is grammatically correct, but oh well. persons… are we ALL individuals or are we the same? i feel as though each and every one of us contributes to the glorious oneness of the universe, together we unite.
persons…. sounds vaguely religious… parsons, a vegetable, parsnips, an operation to make men sterile. I’ve got nothing.
Persons are beings that speak
without words.
each sentence flows
from the people and the persons–
from tongues that have tasted sweet candy, sour lemon
and bitter despair;
eyes that have seen rapturously beautiful sunsets
painted by the hand of a magnificent detailer;
and ears that have heard melodies
so sweet
they couldn’t help but dance
to each
eb and flow in the music.
It is from these persons
that the sentences flow like the rock of a softly waving sea.
He was in school. Daydreaming out the window about what it’d be like to leave the place and never return. He didn’t think about the people out there in the world that he would be competing against. No chance without an education. He didn’t think about the Japanese who were very close to getting ahead…
The idea that there can be mutliple peronalities in one body is known widely as a form of madness. “Persons” seems far more personal and intimate than “people”. Persons are individuals, put together in a space, stuck in a fixed area and believed to be different. If they were people, they would be perceived as the same. Persons are different, alone, and yet alone in a way that means they are surrounded by others.
“very person is individual and unique – I love their uniqueness which brings color in life. About persons, the unity is most important though difficult due to the uniqueness – then again it offers the best possible arrangement to achieve strength to face any challenges. For a leader, the challenge is to figure out the common challenges that all in the same team face and keep motivated the whole team :)
Persons are walking by my desk. They are loaded with briefcases and garment bags. As they pass in one direction I see them in suits and “casual business” attire. As they travel back past me in the opposite direction they are sporting the white capris, baggy floral button-down shirts and tropical colors of a vacation in Hawaii.
Why am I the only one sitting here? What invitation to join in the parade did I miss? Trying to complete a task on my computer, I’m so distracted, not only by the visual parade, but by the thoughts going through my head, the questions, the doubts……..and now the feelings of being left out.
I don’t really know these people, but they are doing something while I’m not, and that makes me jealous and want to be doing what they are. Whatever that is, if the crowd is doing it, it must be better, more fun than what I am doing.
Duty keeps me bound to my desk and computer. I decided to delay the gratification of joining the group moving so invitingly in front of me. I grit my teeth and focus as best I can to finish my day’s assignment. I do not look up, but remain steadfast to the task. Whew! It’s done! I look up to finally ask one of the persons walking by what is happening and where they Re all bound. But no one is there.
The missing persons report had my face on it now. I had never imagined anyone would notice my absence, but there it was. I was missed. At least by my teachers…I ran away because no one cared, and there was the proof that they did.
I checked the papers again.
“How many persons were killed at the explosion again?”
I didn’t even have to look, I’d memorized the whole thing.
“17”, I said wearily.
Mr. Nichols looked concerned.
“And, how many persons were at the building?”
“18, Mr. Nichols. We’ve been over this a million times!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, but no one could survive that explosion….NO ONE!! Yet, someone did. I want to see that someone. I want to see him/her in the living flesh so he/she can tell me what happened at THAT explosion.” Mr. NIchols grabbed a ciggarette out of his jacket and headed for the door.
No one HUMAN could have survived the explosion, I thought, but someone did. That person is NOT human.
I laughed to myself, “Probably superman.”
How many different persons are there in the world? When you stop and think about it, the word itself is so much more than you first guess. Not people, but persons. Not a single group that everyone lands into, but different separate groups that define who you are.
Persons are special. Each and every one.
Walk around the city block, or your country neighborhood. Each person has a different story.
One man’s wife is having a baby soon. A kid is having a fight with his friend.
Some people are happy. Others are sad.
Persons. Each one has an interesting story worth telling.
Persons under the age of 18 are prone to disobey the restrictions inflicted upon them by persons over said age.
The persons I saw that night are locked in my memory lane, no idea who they were or what they wanted but they made a picture in my mind………a mystery…
“What’s the difference between persons and people?” Katie asked Eliza.
“People is a group of persons who’ve lost their individuality,” Eliza said, without turning around from the stove, “Persons haven’t. See, you can still see ‘person’ inside it.” That was the thing about Eliza: she wasn’t always right but she always had a definite opinion of things, voiced in her high-pitched misty way.
“What about peoples?”
A cloud of steam wafted up from the frying mushrooms. “Peoples is a group of people who’ve lost their individuality,” she said darkly.
The persons in question are of neither one variety nor the other. They are all together different and unusual from all other persons previously discovered. No one knows quite why they have developed so differently but it is hoped that upon further research we will learn more.
how long do you think it’s been since you watched him walk through that door? you don’t remember do you? huh, it seems as though he was the only person to ever offer you ant closure and you let him slip right out of your grasp. you let him slide out the door and into the cold November night and you didn’t try to stop him. No, you didn’t even bat an eye as he wormed is way in and out of your heart. I bet you feel like an idiot now, letting him come in and take over everything you worked so hard to forget. Bet you feel like a real idiot, huh? well you should.
I am just one.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, but they flew wide open in the next second as someone bumped into her from behind.
‘Sorry, miss,’ a voice apologised, and she looked down to see a little street urchin hugging a bundle of newspapers close to his chest, bearing advertisements such as ‘70% off total cost of dry cleaning, only today!’ and ‘Sick of the persons constantly haranguing you at your doorstep? Sign up to get rid of them, today!’
As I walked with my friend beside me, our arms linked together as we went towards the gym, I saw my sister in the distance laughing with my friend. Even from my point of view, it was obvious that they were trying to ignore me while shooting surreptitious glances at my way . I tried not to think too much about it and urged my friend to proceed to the gym.
My rubber shoes squeaked on the matting. Just as I was about to tell my friend to go faster, a voice spoke behind me.
“Hey,” she said.
Too late, I thought.