She signed the latest petition maybe for once something will change she thought as she handed the clipboard back to the person. Though nothing ever changes here it will always be the same hell hole where no one gives a shit about anyone
The tears streamed down her cheek as she watched everything she loved burn. Heartbroken she ran into the woods alone and confused. What kind of person would even do such a heartless act she wondered and the flash of everything she loved burned
Her pen pushed to paper, and along came her sprawling signature. She was the first, the first of millions that would sign it.
Each of those signatures would bring her closer to her goal, closer to completing what needed to be completed 20 years ago. She was the first one, taking the first step.
The petition seemed harmless. She reluctantly signed her name on the last line of the page. Suddenly, a feeling of dread and regret washed over her when she realized that “Donald Duck” was not an appropriate choice for a replacement for the mayor of the small burg. She walked away thinking…”oh no. what have I done now?”
Petition the fact that somethings wont turn out because sometimes its to short of a time and you have to hold fast to what you believe in. All you have to do is see yourself in the light that no one else but that one special person can.
petitions help you get what you want that’s resonable by getting may signatures. To be honest, i never signed a petition or saw one, but learned about some petitions in history.
The workers had signed the petition, and yet nothing was changing. The higher-ups had swept it under the rug like it had never happened. But all they had wanted was to be treated like real people. Oh well, welcome to corporate run America.
I’m in a bussle of people and I feel as though I’m drowning. I have to get there, I must get there. The government is suppressing us, but it seems as though I’ll feel unimportant if I’m not apart of this movement. I have to sign the petition. I weave my wave between people. I duck down and shove aside people’s leg. This is selfish of me, I know. But I need this.
A petition in blood, he thought. Looking at the sheet of paper nailed to the wooden fencepost. It was scrawled in the way a child on his first attempt at cursive would have attempted, but the colour was a deep, crimson, rusted red.
signing something to support a worthy cause, reminds me of the time i decided i was just going to start a petition to bring david gilmour to portland hah, because i need to be mesmerized
People always try to change something. The only bad thing about it is that they try to change it with the help of others. They think that by getting a bunch of people to sign a petition, they’ll have more power. Why don’t they believe in themselves, their own power to change? If you want something to change, go out and do it yourself. It doesn’t always necessarily require mass for change
i think that petitions are boring cos that is when boring people come to your door and try and make you sign up for bullou don’t cae about but they are good for some things like rights for gays and that
fighting for what you believe in
getting support for worthy causes
the system
the man
getting what you want
not letting someone tell you what is right or what to believe
Petition. I petition for equality for all. Join me in this quest. If we want to fight we fight together or fail. Petition the government, petition society. Petition.
“Petition” is a boring word. Do something cooler, like “Fire” or “Orphan”! Seriously “Petition”. What is this? Politics is like the least interesting part of writing! Think damn it!
Dozens of petitions were signed with red ink by masqueraders wearing sequins. The petitions called for an end to x-y-z preventative services for some form of personal refusal to cater to any greater human service. Meanwhile, a gay man was told he couldn’t buy condoms because he didn’t need them and his hellspawn wouldn’t spring from any deeper bowel sources. The store owner was promptly socked in the jaw by a liberal messiah.
sooo our social studies teacher told us about this guy who set us a stand and he was all getting all these people to sign a petition against woman suffrage xDD hahaha they all thought he meant suffering oh gosh… xD i love my s.s. teacher
“Why can’t you all see? This petition isn’t about what you want! It’s not just about YOU. It’s about everyone! It’s about what America is supposed to be all about. This country, yes, may have been founded by religious zealots, but we are a country for ALL. For everyone who should want to live freely and live with the chance of continuing to do so without having someone else’s indoctrinations forced down your throats and vise versa! Help us all, as you help yourself!”
As said the marquee. The restaurant stared at him as his face lost it’s redness, his eyes went back to their relaxed state and he huffed, to let it be known that he was done. He had said his peace.
Some tried to start a clap. Others spat out their food, slammed down their forks and knives and stampeded out of the restaurant. The others remained in shock.
The girl walked up to the house on the corner and knocked. An old lady came out to greet her. The little girl told her that she was collecting signatures for a new traffic light where her brother had been killed by a drunk driver. The old lady signed the petition but noticed the girl needed just one more. She forged her ex-husband’s signature. He used to be a drunk. He had hurt someone too.
i petition the right to be assertive. To be known and not hidden. To defy and not be judged. I petition my soul to let me be who I want, not what I am. This shall not be in vain.
the petition was signed by multiple men all over the state. They shunned the woman and didn’t allow them half of the rights they were entitled to. All the men laughed in their faces as their quill and not-so-quill pens hit the paper, signing there filthy names. The petition wouldn’t allow woman to be able to use sharp objects ever again, saying that we were too weak. This effected me too much to let it pass. So I started a riot and slit a few throats.
a petition is something people try to do when they are fighting for something using logic and non-violence. If you have strong feelings about an action then you can try to get people to sign a petition to show how many people feel the same way as you do to try to raise awareness.
she wrote a petition without thinking and she didn’t have any idea of how big the outcome would be. Perhaps she would never have done it if she had known. Perhaps then no one would have died.
A petition was made that stopped all men from eating after 7pm. This did not sit well with Mr. Avery. He laughed at such an idea and marched over to the courthouse to say his piece. How could they have the audacity to do such a thing? No eating after 7?
This is the second time I’ve gotten petition as my word. I want another word. I already told you I don’t know what it means, which is stupid but really, my brain’s not working now. I have finals tomorrow. Yay.
I type slowly, and that’s sad.
Petition. I do not know much about petitions but that you write on them and sign them. That is what they are meant for as far as a my knowledge gives me. They can also stop wars or cause them.
Josh gulped. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t sign the petition that the girl was holding out to him. but then Marc did. Marc smiled at him with those teeth that made him want to melt.
So what if his mother would disown him if he found out? so what if he would be the laughingstok of the school if he got pushed out of the closet? He had to do it, and he signed the petiton so that he could one day marry the love of his life, hoping this wouldn’t blow up in his face one day.
I want to start a petition. One for men to be men. A petition forbidding this metro crap stuff for men. No guyliner, menmascara or many-hose for men! I want a man who knows how to be a man. Who wants to sign?
petitions are things that you sign to get stuff done. groups like amnesty international come round and ask you to sign them, to change laws so the government see’s that alot of people back that idea. this influences change, but doesnt really cos nobody pays attention to petitions.
Stop. They watch you, they tell you what you should do. They hand you a pen. A pen meant for beauty, the words you want to write? No. You write your name. You give them your identity. You give yourself, for their cause.
“Shit,” Jack muttered. “Why are we even here? This is never going to work.” Mary elbowed him sharply.
“We have to try! Would you rather they knock our apartment down?”
She wanted to petition against everything. She hated just about everyone and yearned for justice. Everyone depised her views, while she was too oblivious to stop her pointless petition. She didn’t understand that petition meant change for the benefit of the people, not for her own selfish reasons.
people signing a register of names to campaign against something most of them hate. they want it to stop or reduce or be improved. sometimes it can change things but sometimes it cannot. there are lots of people with different views. not all of them can be heard at once. so petitions exist to give us a voice.
Adeline’s yellow hair fell on her shoulders in whisps; it matched the hay. At her scalp I could barely make out the dim brown of her natural roots. Her arms, draped in my oversized sweater, wrapped around herself and she blew out a shuddering breath. Tell me, I said. Her head shook ever so slightly. Tell me, I said. And another breath flew out of her mouth, a tiny bird, escaping. But no words escaped. So i started talking. I talked about her sister, and how she had brought orange flowers; I talked about the sky in Vermont, how it nearly matched the color of the sky today; I talked about the petition being sent to the governor’s office, and how a crowd had gathered in front of it, marching around for their cause; I talked about our house, and how the shutters had just been repainted. Then she said, soft, I wan’ that. What do you want? She said, I wan’ what them people have. Them with the petition. I said, What do they have? She said, Purpose.
She signed the latest petition maybe for once something will change she thought as she handed the clipboard back to the person. Though nothing ever changes here it will always be the same hell hole where no one gives a shit about anyone
The tears streamed down her cheek as she watched everything she loved burn. Heartbroken she ran into the woods alone and confused. What kind of person would even do such a heartless act she wondered and the flash of everything she loved burned
Her pen pushed to paper, and along came her sprawling signature. She was the first, the first of millions that would sign it.
Each of those signatures would bring her closer to her goal, closer to completing what needed to be completed 20 years ago. She was the first one, taking the first step.
Everyone would follow.
The petition seemed harmless. She reluctantly signed her name on the last line of the page. Suddenly, a feeling of dread and regret washed over her when she realized that “Donald Duck” was not an appropriate choice for a replacement for the mayor of the small burg. She walked away thinking…”oh no. what have I done now?”
Petition the fact that somethings wont turn out because sometimes its to short of a time and you have to hold fast to what you believe in. All you have to do is see yourself in the light that no one else but that one special person can.
petitions help you get what you want that’s resonable by getting may signatures. To be honest, i never signed a petition or saw one, but learned about some petitions in history.
The workers had signed the petition, and yet nothing was changing. The higher-ups had swept it under the rug like it had never happened. But all they had wanted was to be treated like real people. Oh well, welcome to corporate run America.
I’m in a bussle of people and I feel as though I’m drowning. I have to get there, I must get there. The government is suppressing us, but it seems as though I’ll feel unimportant if I’m not apart of this movement. I have to sign the petition. I weave my wave between people. I duck down and shove aside people’s leg. This is selfish of me, I know. But I need this.
When a petition comes to fruition it means the demolition of the exhibition will not lead to competition with a politician. Wow. Inspiring word there.
A petition in blood, he thought. Looking at the sheet of paper nailed to the wooden fencepost. It was scrawled in the way a child on his first attempt at cursive would have attempted, but the colour was a deep, crimson, rusted red.
He could not make sense of anything it said.
signing something to support a worthy cause, reminds me of the time i decided i was just going to start a petition to bring david gilmour to portland hah, because i need to be mesmerized
People always try to change something. The only bad thing about it is that they try to change it with the help of others. They think that by getting a bunch of people to sign a petition, they’ll have more power. Why don’t they believe in themselves, their own power to change? If you want something to change, go out and do it yourself. It doesn’t always necessarily require mass for change
i think that petitions are boring cos that is when boring people come to your door and try and make you sign up for bullou don’t cae about but they are good for some things like rights for gays and that
I was asked to sign those damned petition for those events again like every year. I was tried of those so, i decided not to sign it.
The End
fighting for what you believe in
getting support for worthy causes
the system
the man
getting what you want
not letting someone tell you what is right or what to believe
I begged them to sign it. They wouldn’t budge. In their twisted, sensationalism-craving minds, a life wasn’t worth their signature.
Petition. I petition for equality for all. Join me in this quest. If we want to fight we fight together or fail. Petition the government, petition society. Petition.
“Petition” is a boring word. Do something cooler, like “Fire” or “Orphan”! Seriously “Petition”. What is this? Politics is like the least interesting part of writing! Think damn it!
Dozens of petitions were signed with red ink by masqueraders wearing sequins. The petitions called for an end to x-y-z preventative services for some form of personal refusal to cater to any greater human service. Meanwhile, a gay man was told he couldn’t buy condoms because he didn’t need them and his hellspawn wouldn’t spring from any deeper bowel sources. The store owner was promptly socked in the jaw by a liberal messiah.
sooo our social studies teacher told us about this guy who set us a stand and he was all getting all these people to sign a petition against woman suffrage xDD hahaha they all thought he meant suffering oh gosh… xD i love my s.s. teacher
“Why can’t you all see? This petition isn’t about what you want! It’s not just about YOU. It’s about everyone! It’s about what America is supposed to be all about. This country, yes, may have been founded by religious zealots, but we are a country for ALL. For everyone who should want to live freely and live with the chance of continuing to do so without having someone else’s indoctrinations forced down your throats and vise versa! Help us all, as you help yourself!”
As said the marquee. The restaurant stared at him as his face lost it’s redness, his eyes went back to their relaxed state and he huffed, to let it be known that he was done. He had said his peace.
Some tried to start a clap. Others spat out their food, slammed down their forks and knives and stampeded out of the restaurant. The others remained in shock.
Im writing a petition to cancel all flights to Jerusalem and Hong Kong.
The girl walked up to the house on the corner and knocked. An old lady came out to greet her. The little girl told her that she was collecting signatures for a new traffic light where her brother had been killed by a drunk driver. The old lady signed the petition but noticed the girl needed just one more. She forged her ex-husband’s signature. He used to be a drunk. He had hurt someone too.
i petition the right to be assertive. To be known and not hidden. To defy and not be judged. I petition my soul to let me be who I want, not what I am. This shall not be in vain.
the petition was signed by multiple men all over the state. They shunned the woman and didn’t allow them half of the rights they were entitled to. All the men laughed in their faces as their quill and not-so-quill pens hit the paper, signing there filthy names. The petition wouldn’t allow woman to be able to use sharp objects ever again, saying that we were too weak. This effected me too much to let it pass. So I started a riot and slit a few throats.
a petition is something people try to do when they are fighting for something using logic and non-violence. If you have strong feelings about an action then you can try to get people to sign a petition to show how many people feel the same way as you do to try to raise awareness.
she wrote a petition without thinking and she didn’t have any idea of how big the outcome would be. Perhaps she would never have done it if she had known. Perhaps then no one would have died.
A petition was made that stopped all men from eating after 7pm. This did not sit well with Mr. Avery. He laughed at such an idea and marched over to the courthouse to say his piece. How could they have the audacity to do such a thing? No eating after 7?
plackards, meaningful words, puffa jackets, flat caps. executing your power, believing in something doing what it right.
This is the second time I’ve gotten petition as my word. I want another word. I already told you I don’t know what it means, which is stupid but really, my brain’s not working now. I have finals tomorrow. Yay.
I type slowly, and that’s sad.
Petition. I do not know much about petitions but that you write on them and sign them. That is what they are meant for as far as a my knowledge gives me. They can also stop wars or cause them.
Josh gulped. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t sign the petition that the girl was holding out to him. but then Marc did. Marc smiled at him with those teeth that made him want to melt.
So what if his mother would disown him if he found out? so what if he would be the laughingstok of the school if he got pushed out of the closet? He had to do it, and he signed the petiton so that he could one day marry the love of his life, hoping this wouldn’t blow up in his face one day.
I want to start a petition. One for men to be men. A petition forbidding this metro crap stuff for men. No guyliner, menmascara or many-hose for men! I want a man who knows how to be a man. Who wants to sign?
petitions are things that you sign to get stuff done. groups like amnesty international come round and ask you to sign them, to change laws so the government see’s that alot of people back that idea. this influences change, but doesnt really cos nobody pays attention to petitions.
Stop. They watch you, they tell you what you should do. They hand you a pen. A pen meant for beauty, the words you want to write? No. You write your name. You give them your identity. You give yourself, for their cause.
“Shit,” Jack muttered. “Why are we even here? This is never going to work.” Mary elbowed him sharply.
“We have to try! Would you rather they knock our apartment down?”
She wanted to petition against everything. She hated just about everyone and yearned for justice. Everyone depised her views, while she was too oblivious to stop her pointless petition. She didn’t understand that petition meant change for the benefit of the people, not for her own selfish reasons.
people signing a register of names to campaign against something most of them hate. they want it to stop or reduce or be improved. sometimes it can change things but sometimes it cannot. there are lots of people with different views. not all of them can be heard at once. so petitions exist to give us a voice.
Adeline’s yellow hair fell on her shoulders in whisps; it matched the hay. At her scalp I could barely make out the dim brown of her natural roots. Her arms, draped in my oversized sweater, wrapped around herself and she blew out a shuddering breath. Tell me, I said. Her head shook ever so slightly. Tell me, I said. And another breath flew out of her mouth, a tiny bird, escaping. But no words escaped. So i started talking. I talked about her sister, and how she had brought orange flowers; I talked about the sky in Vermont, how it nearly matched the color of the sky today; I talked about the petition being sent to the governor’s office, and how a crowd had gathered in front of it, marching around for their cause; I talked about our house, and how the shutters had just been repainted. Then she said, soft, I wan’ that. What do you want? She said, I wan’ what them people have. Them with the petition. I said, What do they have? She said, Purpose.
I have never written a petition, this makes me sad.