I try every night to forget the cold stare of my mother’s eyes, looking right through me as she laid on the ground, pale and gray. In the crowded room of patients, my cries blend in with everyone else’s.
It spread quickly through the land, and it spread quickly in their minds. Fear crept in from every angle, and nobody was immune. The dark clouded over every horizon, invading all space and replacing happiness with emptiness.
Is a terrible thing, a plague. And such a loaded word. From something that changed history (as in the Great Plague) to something you can wish upon someone (a plague of locusts upon you!) it is a word that can bear so much weight.
It spread quickly through the land, and it spread quickly in their minds. Fear crept in from every angle, and nobody was immune. The dark clouded over every horizon, the invading of all space and replacing happiness with emptiness.
The plauge had spread throughout the world. There were only few left, and the ones who had lived, were mutated. They had super human powers and could do anything, at least that’s what they thought. When they tried to win their war everything went wrong. They fought and battled between themselves and all they got was death and destruction. Was there no end to this bloody conflict? Is there no peace left in this world? It seems not.
this is the disease that lingers in all of us. this is the devil’s plaything.how can we overcome this plague without killing ourselves. this plague has become me. i cannot separate the two. what will i do? what the fuck will i do?
We ran through a plaque of people making their way along the street. I watched the sand run alongside the pavement, and his hand squeezed mine as we rounded the corner and down a set of old wooden steps. The sand enveloped my feet, and I smiled into the salty air. We stopped right near the water, right near the sun. Without any clouds in the sky, our star felt so close that I could reach up and grab it. That’s how he always made me feel.
the grass was plastered to the bottom of my shoe
i came across a rotten horseapple
its labyrinthine skin was plagued by flies
trapped in its sticky white sap
The plague has ruined this land, our prosperous land. We have been placed in the depths of the pit ruins. The plague began with the plants, and spread onto the humans. Must we be punished so? Have we disgraced the Horose so badly that they must punish us. We have not enslaved them, nor given them a large and unfair portion of work, yet they do not like us. They despise us.
As the oldest and soon to be last member of my siblings, I shall plea our case.
“I don’t care what happens! Just get her away from me!” she screamed, wiping the tears away. She ran to her room and slammed the door.
But that wasn’t enough. It was not enough to prevent them, to protect herself, because they could still find a way into her life. She tugged the window open and crawled out, to flee this place. And never return to this plague-ridden house again.
It started off small. A sneeze. A cough. Nothing to be worried about, just your run of a mill cold. But then (then) it grew worse. Suddenly the sneezes wouldn’t end and the coughs were pained and blood dribbled out of their lips. Nobody dared to touch the cursed, the ones touched by /it/. Cursed by the plague.
Chocolate plague. You can’t hide from it. It will catch you eventually. You will eat. You can’t help it. It’s everywhere. And then you will get fat and maybe you will even die from it.
It was horrible, the way her children shook in her arms. The way they pleaded at her (just one more, mom, just one more bite), but she couldn’t give it to them – they had no food. They cried and their faces went yellow, green, all sorts of colours a child’s face should not be. She wanted to save them but there was no cure. There was no escape. Nobody could escape the plague.
diesase it cause a lot of people to die. INcluding ht black plague which was an epidemic.
IT is considered a devastating and a calamity. PRone to kill humans an all living things.
IF there ever was a cure, humans would find it.
Advertising revenue, that’s what counted here~ though many sales are secured by promotion of a positive lifestyle; sunshine, beach balls, rollerblades, gleaming teeth, glowing skin, too much comfort led to stagnation; the insecurities that fuelled the purchasing masses were better manipulated through fear, plague, famine, pestilence~ Jesus is the biggest brand ever in consumer culture~ sacrifice is virtue.
It’s Passover, which means, for my fiance, it’s the plague of no bread. I ordered a pizza and had to eat the entire thing by myself. I felt guilty, because he couldn’t have any of it.
Plague. This is such a weird word. I can’t say I’ve used this word in a very long time. It just makes me think of the Black Plague, which I really don’t know a lot about. Plague. I honestly keep writing plaque instead of plague. Plaque on your teeth can be a major plaque. I don’t even know right now. This is making no sense.
something that’s so scary and something that has the potential to kill and harm people it’s actually really devastating and it’s such a living horror to people and it makes me think of innocent children people and families and the plagues that haunted our past history it makes me fear germs and getting sick and ill because you never know where it’s gonna end you can die from it which is the scariest part of it all and it’s just so scary to be honest
the plague is a terrible thing that happened in the time of jesus christ i believe, cause i know a bit about it from church. there was something to do with frogs i feel like, i don’t really remember. also, ring around the rosy was based off the plague, in
The plague came. It took our sight, it took our hearing, our thoughts, our touch, all of our senses. It took out all previous thoughts and memories, wiped them clean. We weren’t able to remember what anything was like before this. How are we supposed to act and function after this beautiful plague has left? Love.
The world is full of plagues. Plagues of love, of disease, of hatred, of happiness, of nightmares. Things that only those who are plagued could ever hope to understand. Those with this plague, only they will understand the heartache and hope that they experience… And in that, they will be alone.
the was a plague in the city that killed almost everyone. It was awful. but I’m happy now. maybe I’m evil, sinister, I don’t know. But I’m about to rebuild a whole new world. I’m about to explore and discover. the plague of the modern human race has kept me from started a new life… but now I’m free.
Interesting word. At first, when I see it, I think plaque. It’s not though, it’s plague. Horrible thing, plagues. They wipe out millions of people, and you can’t even really stop them. Awful, horrible thing. But they aren’t plaques, no matter how similar the words are. Don’t know why they look the same, it’s kind of confusing. I mean, think about it: “a plaque is wiping out millions of people in Uzbekistan.” Sound weird, right? But the words are so similar….Uzbekistan. Why did I choose that country? Huh. Anyway, plagues. When I think of them, I think of the Black Plague. Cool.
The world is full of plagues. Plagues of love, of disease, of hatred, of happiness, of nightmares. Things that only those who are plagued could ever hope to understand. Those with this plague, only they will understand the heartache and hope that they experience… And in that, they will be alone.
My dad served as a doctor during the Vietnam War. He was working in a clinic in the jungle, and one of the patients was a young boy who had a large black mass on his neck. My dad, being a relatively unexperienced young doctor, thought it was a cyst and cut it open to drain it. When he saw that the mass did not have any puss and was actually a mass, he realized he had seen a case of the Bubonic plague. He gave the boy some antibiotics and continued working.
Finding a plague of indecision in his mind while driving the car, he swerved to the right when he saw the turn, and decided to get off the main roads. It turned out to be bumpy enough that he had to grip the wheel a little harder, and so he focused on looking forward to the road ahead of him.
He felt weak. His stomach was upset, and he felt as though it were doing somersaults, something like a washer or dryer. His head was pulsing with the pain that came with the plague. He knew he was dying.
I am plagued with the thought that I am not good enough to work in the industry that I love. But I know that I can do it, I just have to believe in my ability to do great things, even if people may say that I don’t know how to do it. I know that I can and I will and nothing will ever stop me.
your fake smiles are filling me up. There infectious, like a plague. You lie and tell me its my voice you hear when you look into my eyes but we both know that youre thinking of her. FUCK YOU.
The dirt under the nails, the sweat trickling down the temple. In this, there is beauty. In this, there is love. Each movement an ode to something greater, each deep breath a second of something lovely bursting into existence. The need to make, to build, to hold, to cherish is the contagious, the plague of Spring.
I try every night to forget the cold stare of my mother’s eyes, looking right through me as she laid on the ground, pale and gray. In the crowded room of patients, my cries blend in with everyone else’s.
a death wish. sadness and sadness. the black death. what a terrible way to go, really. cities and cities at a time.
It spread quickly through the land, and it spread quickly in their minds. Fear crept in from every angle, and nobody was immune. The dark clouded over every horizon, invading all space and replacing happiness with emptiness.
Is a terrible thing, a plague. And such a loaded word. From something that changed history (as in the Great Plague) to something you can wish upon someone (a plague of locusts upon you!) it is a word that can bear so much weight.
plague. what plague’s us these days. that’s the true question. not what bothers, annoys, upsets. or otherwise hinders…
what truly plagues us?
what plagues you?
It spread quickly through the land, and it spread quickly in their minds. Fear crept in from every angle, and nobody was immune. The dark clouded over every horizon, the invading of all space and replacing happiness with emptiness.
The plauge had spread throughout the world. There were only few left, and the ones who had lived, were mutated. They had super human powers and could do anything, at least that’s what they thought. When they tried to win their war everything went wrong. They fought and battled between themselves and all they got was death and destruction. Was there no end to this bloody conflict? Is there no peace left in this world? It seems not.
this is the disease that lingers in all of us. this is the devil’s plaything.how can we overcome this plague without killing ourselves. this plague has become me. i cannot separate the two. what will i do? what the fuck will i do?
We ran through a plaque of people making their way along the street. I watched the sand run alongside the pavement, and his hand squeezed mine as we rounded the corner and down a set of old wooden steps. The sand enveloped my feet, and I smiled into the salty air. We stopped right near the water, right near the sun. Without any clouds in the sky, our star felt so close that I could reach up and grab it. That’s how he always made me feel.
Like the impossible was within reach.
the grass was plastered to the bottom of my shoe
i came across a rotten horseapple
its labyrinthine skin was plagued by flies
trapped in its sticky white sap
The plague has ruined this land, our prosperous land. We have been placed in the depths of the pit ruins. The plague began with the plants, and spread onto the humans. Must we be punished so? Have we disgraced the Horose so badly that they must punish us. We have not enslaved them, nor given them a large and unfair portion of work, yet they do not like us. They despise us.
As the oldest and soon to be last member of my siblings, I shall plea our case.
“I don’t care what happens! Just get her away from me!” she screamed, wiping the tears away. She ran to her room and slammed the door.
But that wasn’t enough. It was not enough to prevent them, to protect herself, because they could still find a way into her life. She tugged the window open and crawled out, to flee this place. And never return to this plague-ridden house again.
Sickness. Black. Death. Struggle.
Plague.
Europe. Disaster. Catastrophe. Bacteria.
Plague.
Awful.
Plague.
It started off small. A sneeze. A cough. Nothing to be worried about, just your run of a mill cold. But then (then) it grew worse. Suddenly the sneezes wouldn’t end and the coughs were pained and blood dribbled out of their lips. Nobody dared to touch the cursed, the ones touched by /it/. Cursed by the plague.
Plague takes over. Its always bad. Bugs, storms, bad bad things. Sickness. Disease. Stress? Can stress be a plague? Haha in my life I think so.
Chocolate plague. You can’t hide from it. It will catch you eventually. You will eat. You can’t help it. It’s everywhere. And then you will get fat and maybe you will even die from it.
It was horrible, the way her children shook in her arms. The way they pleaded at her (just one more, mom, just one more bite), but she couldn’t give it to them – they had no food. They cried and their faces went yellow, green, all sorts of colours a child’s face should not be. She wanted to save them but there was no cure. There was no escape. Nobody could escape the plague.
diesase it cause a lot of people to die. INcluding ht black plague which was an epidemic.
IT is considered a devastating and a calamity. PRone to kill humans an all living things.
IF there ever was a cure, humans would find it.
the book by Alburt Camus. the black plague. the bubonic plague. a plague of locusts. sickness, death, devastation. dying. thats about it.
You invade my thoughts like the plague.
Advertising revenue, that’s what counted here~ though many sales are secured by promotion of a positive lifestyle; sunshine, beach balls, rollerblades, gleaming teeth, glowing skin, too much comfort led to stagnation; the insecurities that fuelled the purchasing masses were better manipulated through fear, plague, famine, pestilence~ Jesus is the biggest brand ever in consumer culture~ sacrifice is virtue.
It’s Passover, which means, for my fiance, it’s the plague of no bread. I ordered a pizza and had to eat the entire thing by myself. I felt guilty, because he couldn’t have any of it.
Plague. This is such a weird word. I can’t say I’ve used this word in a very long time. It just makes me think of the Black Plague, which I really don’t know a lot about. Plague. I honestly keep writing plaque instead of plague. Plaque on your teeth can be a major plaque. I don’t even know right now. This is making no sense.
ring around the rosy! pocket full of posies! ashes! ashes! we all fall down!
so unexpected. hits you with the sense of a piercing needle. it destroyed every last part of me and killed my spirits.
something that’s so scary and something that has the potential to kill and harm people it’s actually really devastating and it’s such a living horror to people and it makes me think of innocent children people and families and the plagues that haunted our past history it makes me fear germs and getting sick and ill because you never know where it’s gonna end you can die from it which is the scariest part of it all and it’s just so scary to be honest
the plague is a terrible thing that happened in the time of jesus christ i believe, cause i know a bit about it from church. there was something to do with frogs i feel like, i don’t really remember. also, ring around the rosy was based off the plague, in
disease people got. People were killed or were very sick. spread around very quickly
The plague came. It took our sight, it took our hearing, our thoughts, our touch, all of our senses. It took out all previous thoughts and memories, wiped them clean. We weren’t able to remember what anything was like before this. How are we supposed to act and function after this beautiful plague has left? Love.
The world is full of plagues. Plagues of love, of disease, of hatred, of happiness, of nightmares. Things that only those who are plagued could ever hope to understand. Those with this plague, only they will understand the heartache and hope that they experience… And in that, they will be alone.
the was a plague in the city that killed almost everyone. It was awful. but I’m happy now. maybe I’m evil, sinister, I don’t know. But I’m about to rebuild a whole new world. I’m about to explore and discover. the plague of the modern human race has kept me from started a new life… but now I’m free.
Interesting word. At first, when I see it, I think plaque. It’s not though, it’s plague. Horrible thing, plagues. They wipe out millions of people, and you can’t even really stop them. Awful, horrible thing. But they aren’t plaques, no matter how similar the words are. Don’t know why they look the same, it’s kind of confusing. I mean, think about it: “a plaque is wiping out millions of people in Uzbekistan.” Sound weird, right? But the words are so similar….Uzbekistan. Why did I choose that country? Huh. Anyway, plagues. When I think of them, I think of the Black Plague. Cool.
The world is full of plagues. Plagues of love, of disease, of hatred, of happiness, of nightmares. Things that only those who are plagued could ever hope to understand. Those with this plague, only they will understand the heartache and hope that they experience… And in that, they will be alone.
My dad served as a doctor during the Vietnam War. He was working in a clinic in the jungle, and one of the patients was a young boy who had a large black mass on his neck. My dad, being a relatively unexperienced young doctor, thought it was a cyst and cut it open to drain it. When he saw that the mass did not have any puss and was actually a mass, he realized he had seen a case of the Bubonic plague. He gave the boy some antibiotics and continued working.
Finding a plague of indecision in his mind while driving the car, he swerved to the right when he saw the turn, and decided to get off the main roads. It turned out to be bumpy enough that he had to grip the wheel a little harder, and so he focused on looking forward to the road ahead of him.
He felt weak. His stomach was upset, and he felt as though it were doing somersaults, something like a washer or dryer. His head was pulsing with the pain that came with the plague. He knew he was dying.
spotted, green, and itchy…. the solemn, stricken, pale man… lying in simple contrast
I am plagued with the thought that I am not good enough to work in the industry that I love. But I know that I can do it, I just have to believe in my ability to do great things, even if people may say that I don’t know how to do it. I know that I can and I will and nothing will ever stop me.
your fake smiles are filling me up. There infectious, like a plague. You lie and tell me its my voice you hear when you look into my eyes but we both know that youre thinking of her. FUCK YOU.
The dirt under the nails, the sweat trickling down the temple. In this, there is beauty. In this, there is love. Each movement an ode to something greater, each deep breath a second of something lovely bursting into existence. The need to make, to build, to hold, to cherish is the contagious, the plague of Spring.