The black is possibly the biggest, that terrible mask the plague doctors wore with the long beak full of herbs or vingar or some such to protect the doctors breathing, at least they knew that much. Fancy seeing that if you were feeling poorly………
Why do little girls turn goth? What is so fascinating about death and unhappiness that they feel the need to dress in black and talk about all the different ways to die? I mean, I guess I do that but I didn’t when I was 11. I was too busy being alive!
her sadness swept down like a black plague
covering her
assaulting her
blinding her like
a merciless cloud of
winged creatures
her lids fluttered
she dropped slowly the flowers in her hand
and fell to the ground
Tick tick tick. Time taking away a breath at a time. Every moment could be our last. Living in fear; of ourselves, of death, of everything. Of the people we were becoming. Second by second. Tick tick tick.
It’s the plague. Deadly. We still have it inside us. We cut off the snake’s head but its tail is still wriggling within our souls. We need to kill the plague. We need to defeat it. Revolution. Inner revolution.
The plague fell upon the lands swiftly, leaving none untouched. Those fortunate enough to save it were haunted by the loss of their loved ones to the Black Death.
its something you cant get rid of. it haunts you and beats you up from the inside and the outside. it makes you ugly. its in the past. its from hundreds of years ago but its got such a harsh meaning and its killed so many that everyone still knows about it
Plagued by his own inhibitions, he huddled down into the covers, wanting to stay in that soft, warm place forever. Knowing he must overcome this, overcome himself, he forced himself to rise into the sunlight. He opened the window and greeted the morning.
there’s a plague of words attacking the people. from a foreign carrier, they leap onto unsuspecting strangers. it makes them over analyze minute gestures, like glances and flickering eye contact. it kills the weak; sends them into a cold sweat of debilitating unrequited infatuation. they’re all better off quarantined…
something that could be bad. something that takes over the whole body. so it doesnt necessarily have to be bad i guess. someone could be someone elses plague. they could take over, take over who you are and change you completely. make you a different person and love differently. but it could also be bad like you know, being sick and dead people and such. like the black plague.
The Thing that would plague me at that moment and there after was alighning my karmatic path with his. I’m not a purist but I try my best to remain still. To let my life be mine own and no one could change that.
So I was walking donw the street one day when a rat suddenly appeared out of no where and bit my ankle. I immditioly felt a swelling and hot sensation running through my bodfy, i kenw i had caought theplague. I didn’t know hwat to do, so I immeditly amputated my leg below the knee to keep the infected blood from spreading
i already wrote about this word last night, not sure what time zone that oneword.com is on, but here i am again looking at this word that reminds me of something that theives oil from young living has used to fight germs.
Plague. Ague coul be a plague of kinds too. vague. Hague. Does it
ever snow ther? There is a lot of ice here. I slipt an fell yesterd
It was a bit of a slip up for th w t h w
There was a plague of worries bombarding Jeff’s consciousness. He could barely look around his natural world without becoming unable to think clearly. Everything presented a different worry, a different concern. What was the point in living if everything was going to be a worry?
“May the plague be upon you, and your children, and your children’s children!” spittle hit the terrified merchant’s face as Red spat the words.
The merchant’s knees were starting to give out, and a small bead of blood was forming near to where Red held the dirk to his throat.
“Take it, take it!” cried the merchant holding out the small figurine.
It could kill you, it could rid you of someone or something you truly hate. Is it a good thing, is it a terrible thing to be dreaded? So many memories, faded away now, al you can think of is… fatality. Death. But can it bring happiness as well?
locust. Biblical. The Pharoah in Exodous. Frogs, Killing of the first born. Its an interesting passage, there are things about God that i will never understand. This being one of them. What would God be if i understood him? Not God….
we each have our own individual plague cutting us down in different ways. Each day we face the massive plague of the masses at play, the plague of the hopeless assbackwards people following the wave. Plague of society is the plague of today.
The black is possibly the biggest, that terrible mask the plague doctors wore with the long beak full of herbs or vingar or some such to protect the doctors breathing, at least they knew that much. Fancy seeing that if you were feeling poorly………
By james cooper URL on 07.13.2011
Why do little girls turn goth? What is so fascinating about death and unhappiness that they feel the need to dress in black and talk about all the different ways to die? I mean, I guess I do that but I didn’t when I was 11. I was too busy being alive!
By Peter Pan on 07.13.2011
I spied her sitting above
me high in her shiny SUV
she had shaken my hand
limp and I was not
impressed
yet still she now sat
furiously rubbing
antibacterial soap
between her palms
with a scowl on
her already scolwing face
as if I had the plague
or something.
By dinamspice URL on 07.13.2011
her sadness swept down like a black plague
covering her
assaulting her
blinding her like
a merciless cloud of
winged creatures
her lids fluttered
she dropped slowly the flowers in her hand
and fell to the ground
By Julie URL on 07.13.2011
Tick tick tick. Time taking away a breath at a time. Every moment could be our last. Living in fear; of ourselves, of death, of everything. Of the people we were becoming. Second by second. Tick tick tick.
By Athie URL on 07.13.2011
It’s the plague. Deadly. We still have it inside us. We cut off the snake’s head but its tail is still wriggling within our souls. We need to kill the plague. We need to defeat it. Revolution. Inner revolution.
By FaridaEzzat on 07.13.2011
The plague fell upon the lands swiftly, leaving none untouched. Those fortunate enough to save it were haunted by the loss of their loved ones to the Black Death.
By Peter URL on 07.13.2011
its something you cant get rid of. it haunts you and beats you up from the inside and the outside. it makes you ugly. its in the past. its from hundreds of years ago but its got such a harsh meaning and its killed so many that everyone still knows about it
By Deborah May on 07.13.2011
kills people… not a good thing.. rats cause it?
blubonic is one variety of plague… surat plague of 1990s..
By vinayak on 07.13.2011
Plagued by his own inhibitions, he huddled down into the covers, wanting to stay in that soft, warm place forever. Knowing he must overcome this, overcome himself, he forced himself to rise into the sunlight. He opened the window and greeted the morning.
By onewordwasheard URL on 07.13.2011
there’s a plague of words attacking the people. from a foreign carrier, they leap onto unsuspecting strangers. it makes them over analyze minute gestures, like glances and flickering eye contact. it kills the weak; sends them into a cold sweat of debilitating unrequited infatuation. they’re all better off quarantined…
By jess tv URL on 07.13.2011
something that could be bad. something that takes over the whole body. so it doesnt necessarily have to be bad i guess. someone could be someone elses plague. they could take over, take over who you are and change you completely. make you a different person and love differently. but it could also be bad like you know, being sick and dead people and such. like the black plague.
By charly on 07.13.2011
i dont really know what that means, i think it’s a disease or something.
By alina on 07.13.2011
The Thing that would plague me at that moment and there after was alighning my karmatic path with his. I’m not a purist but I try my best to remain still. To let my life be mine own and no one could change that.
By joel schneider URL on 07.13.2011
So I was walking donw the street one day when a rat suddenly appeared out of no where and bit my ankle. I immditioly felt a swelling and hot sensation running through my bodfy, i kenw i had caought theplague. I didn’t know hwat to do, so I immeditly amputated my leg below the knee to keep the infected blood from spreading
By J-sizzle URL on 07.13.2011
i already wrote about this word last night, not sure what time zone that oneword.com is on, but here i am again looking at this word that reminds me of something that theives oil from young living has used to fight germs.
By ShantiMama URL on 07.13.2011
Plague. Ague coul be a plague of kinds too. vague. Hague. Does it
ever snow ther? There is a lot of ice here. I slipt an fell yesterd
It was a bit of a slip up for th w t h w
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.13.2011
There was a plague of worries bombarding Jeff’s consciousness. He could barely look around his natural world without becoming unable to think clearly. Everything presented a different worry, a different concern. What was the point in living if everything was going to be a worry?
By Zander Slavitz URL on 07.13.2011
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes. fan mail or wot??
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.13.2011
“May the plague be upon you, and your children, and your children’s children!” spittle hit the terrified merchant’s face as Red spat the words.
The merchant’s knees were starting to give out, and a small bead of blood was forming near to where Red held the dirk to his throat.
“Take it, take it!” cried the merchant holding out the small figurine.
By mariesdaly on 07.13.2011
It could kill you, it could rid you of someone or something you truly hate. Is it a good thing, is it a terrible thing to be dreaded? So many memories, faded away now, al you can think of is… fatality. Death. But can it bring happiness as well?
By Jessie Craver on 07.13.2011
locust. Biblical. The Pharoah in Exodous. Frogs, Killing of the first born. Its an interesting passage, there are things about God that i will never understand. This being one of them. What would God be if i understood him? Not God….
By Shelli on 07.13.2011
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes.( fan mail or wot??)
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.13.2011
I thought of love as a virus for my next novel but didn’t consider love as a plague or turning into one. But it’s almost fitting.
By imchele URL on 07.13.2011
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes.( fan mail or wot??)
There was a plague of women invading the wiz that he waz’s
consciousness
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.13.2011
Her face, the texture of tongue
rippled under the strip lights
the glare of pearl curtains
reflecting onto yellow eyes
The swoosh of the door
annouced biology’s messenger
trauma’s advocate
The sentence lengh
was a fly on the paper
worst was the full stop
now known, just waiting
to be written
By gsk URL on 07.13.2011
we each have our own individual plague cutting us down in different ways. Each day we face the massive plague of the masses at play, the plague of the hopeless assbackwards people following the wave. Plague of society is the plague of today.
By Emma on 07.13.2011