Plague will kill
In result many as maybe thou shall pass life
Plague will kill
In result many shall flash a life before their eyes
Plagues will kill
In possible result you might live
death, fear, disease, pirates of the carribean oh wait that’s plank haha, people running around in old clothes thinking they are going to die, black, dark, rain, water, old times, swine flu, spreading, germs, things that dont happen today
It all started with a rat. Well, not really a rat. It was really the flee on the rat, and even more specifically a bacteria within the flee, on the rat, that traveled in carts with people along the silk road, and then those carts moved into Europe and caused widespread devastation that ultimately killed off, like, 20% of the population. That’s a lot of people, killed by a plague but, really, killed by a flee.
The naked hummer lay writhing on the ground, teeth and fists clenched, trying to talk. “A pl…a pla…a plague on you, damn you…damn you all the hell.” Jensen smirked a bit and then pressed the trigger again. Pzzttsstszztt!!!
She kept dodging his calls. When she would see him coming down the hall she would quickly gather her things and make a run for it. Avoiding any and all situations where conversation with him could happen. He didn’t understand her coldness, why they went from close friends to strangers. He could talk to her about anything and now he couldn’t even share with her his happiness. Why were things so awkward now. The shift happened sometime during the summer, things were busy, vacations, summer jobs. And when he started dating there was less time for the two of them. But she was just as busy. And when he would call to hang out she would always have other plans. So things just sort of slowly fell apart. Not any one thing just a slow gradual decline in communication.
………
Now, a few years later, he’s standing at the front of the church watching his bride come down the aisle. He looks happy. Which is all she ever wanted for him. And her heart is breaking, even with a supportive smile on her face. She knows that her love for him will take years to overcome so the wall must remain intact and avoidance, a must for her survival. And he would never know.
struck with the plague, im sorry if im too vague
the thing is just,
im avoiding the peg legs
im not trynna join, any alliance or any crew
i jus wanna be alone, so screw anybody who wanna sue.
it is a terrible thing, something so out of ones control that all that’s left to do is take extreme precautions or else lay down and surrender yourself for the sake of such a thing. black plague, scurvy, locusts…no chance.
They knew they had it. They couldn’t escape it, the signs were all there. It was only a matter of time until the men in hazmats came around and did their job against them and their families. Only a matter of time. They had to escape.
This reality plagued me every night. I lay awake and worried about everything, and I couldn’t put my mind at peace. It was as though everything was ending. I was wrapping up my life in this town; that much was true. But it didn’t mean I was finished. My lifeline would keep running in and out of others’. But even that thought wasn’t enough to shut down my restless brain.
It was time.
She looked down at her wrists and closed her eyes in foul nostalgia. She didn’t want to feel like this anymore. It was time.
Time to lose herself in something and not think about anything.
Time to let her smile no longer become feigned.
Time to let herself live and rid herself of this plague.
Time to get better and find a life of happiness.
It was time.
Plagued with pleasant thoughts – oh no! How would she ever maintain her attitude of morose negativity and ghoulishness? What would the family think of her? She might grow up to be happy in outlook and break the family mold!
A plague, like a plague of locusts, which are similar to mosquitos. The plagues which were in the bible. Spelt similar to plaque…which means you need to floss. Its good not to plague other people.
First, there was a cough.
Then, a slight fever.
Then the blueish cast to the skin, the greenish pus, and then the violent convulsions and bleeding from every orifice.
Death was a blessing at that point, for if you survived, you did not live. You merely existed, wandering with unseeing eyes, unfeeling hands, and a brain unable to process the horror of the bodies around you.
She thought about him and her. She thought about how she loved him and never wanted to let him go. But she had to let him go. The dark plague, the one that was all over the world and killing many, had captured him. She had to let him go, but she couldn’t. She had to go with him. Somehow, someway, she was going to go with him, and that was it. If he would die, she would die. she had to. There was nothing else to live for other than him. He was the only person that mattered, and everyone else was going to die anyway…so why wait until she was alone, or even dead herself? She was most likely going to die anyway, she would just make it sooner.
this plague of mind that destroys me, it eats at reason, eats at sense, devours happiness. i have not felt this sick in body and soul for years. it is only human gloom that brings darkness to the world.
A plague struck the village like lightning. In a half a second, people were coughing in the street, water was falling from the sky, and the crabs were scuttling back into the ocean to avoid the doomed village. No one survived.
It’s a cliche, so I don’t even want to write it, but they avoided me like the plague after Shiloh drowned. Like being around me would make them want to do it, too. The only person who didn’t leave–aside from my mom, I mean–was Tucker. They tried to turn him against me, though. They tried.
The plague that had crept up like a shadow upon the city took no prisoners. It was angry and relentless and all to unforgiving. It was said that man itself created it based on their emotions and desires.
Millions of people in the airport wearing surgical masks over their faces. Wash your hands, antibacterial everywhere. Don’t share your drinks kids. Don’t lick that!! What are you doing?! We all gon die…. haha
The thoughts plagued her mind endlessly, never going away no matter how hard she tried. She could just not stop thinking about it. It was always there, sitting on the back of her mind, never leaving her alone. It was driving her crazy.
coughing, she’s hacking away, her lungs are spitting out from between her teeth as she runs and runs and runs away, far away from this bitter plague. the city burns behind her back, the flames licking up the grass.
i have a plague of my own. it’s an excess of words and thoughts that keep me from sleeping. i could write for days and days and days on end. seriously. when i’m here, my thoughts don’t come about so easy. i guess it’s that “on the spot” type feeling. however, since i started blogging and writing…. well, it’s just spews forth.
Plague; a negative, sorrowfull image is created. “A plague upon both your houses” a quote from Shakespeare’s ‘King Lear’. Plague; A horrible event to overcome bout houses, accounted to the insensitive and hurtfull actions of both. A Plague; something one would not wish to injure is an event which I believe one can only learn from, make one stronger. If you happen to be an unfortunate victim of a plague, whichever of the variations it may be, you can still be commended, still be the ‘hero’. You can take this plague, and take it with both hands, fight through it with all your might and come out from your fight with said plague, victourious, not because you beat it and not because your better than it, but because this plague made you take a look at yourself, a realistic and surreal look at yourself and realise you aren’t as pure as you might have thought, or that path you had choosen to walk is now the one which you will walk away from. And sowe can also the word plague is infact a positive one; an event one should be proud to rise from. By being dragged to the bottom, this plague has forced you to rise again. Forced you to choose to walk away from the rough path you had choosen, to begin to walk a new. By taking a look at our faults we can only improve. Lets all thank our plagues.
oh this is bad, this is very bad you feel ill and kill all the rats but will probably behave irrationally before doing so. maybe kill some people, set fire to stuff or just be like ‘ahh crap, this is bad’. then you will be very ill and probably die…
the plague took over my soul and made me feel as if nothing would get better. It felt as though no light would ever come back into my life, but then you came. And you brought the happiness back into my smile, and the laugh back into my voice. I thank you for that, you make me feel whole.
“There was a plague in your mouth. each time you opened it I was convinced that what would pour out into our friends warm cups of coffee and sweet pan dulce’s would be sour and bitter enough to make them all spit out our delicious deserts in your face.
Your catastrophic mouth disease made me sick and eventually too weak to go on. Thanks to the therapist who told me to listen to my body.”
The resent swept over the group like a plague. One by one they turned their eyes away and looked at the floor. The leader stood tall, his chest puffed out, full with his own pomp. His grin panned the landscape
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He used plague to get their attention. Only, they didn’t pay attention. Frogs, lice, bloody waters. What will it take? He just wants our attention. He made us. He loves us. That deserves attention.
A plague of thoughts and self-doubt swirl in the woman’s mind. She rubs her feet together. Left foot on right, right foot on left. Dry skin makes the swishing sound of a busy mother. Snores beside her, a reminder of self and expectation. Dim light casts itself into the room and creeps at the edges of knowing.
Plague will kill
In result many as maybe thou shall pass life
Plague will kill
In result many shall flash a life before their eyes
Plagues will kill
In possible result you might live
death, fear, disease, pirates of the carribean oh wait that’s plank haha, people running around in old clothes thinking they are going to die, black, dark, rain, water, old times, swine flu, spreading, germs, things that dont happen today
It all started with a rat. Well, not really a rat. It was really the flee on the rat, and even more specifically a bacteria within the flee, on the rat, that traveled in carts with people along the silk road, and then those carts moved into Europe and caused widespread devastation that ultimately killed off, like, 20% of the population. That’s a lot of people, killed by a plague but, really, killed by a flee.
The naked hummer lay writhing on the ground, teeth and fists clenched, trying to talk. “A pl…a pla…a plague on you, damn you…damn you all the hell.” Jensen smirked a bit and then pressed the trigger again. Pzzttsstszztt!!!
She kept dodging his calls. When she would see him coming down the hall she would quickly gather her things and make a run for it. Avoiding any and all situations where conversation with him could happen. He didn’t understand her coldness, why they went from close friends to strangers. He could talk to her about anything and now he couldn’t even share with her his happiness. Why were things so awkward now. The shift happened sometime during the summer, things were busy, vacations, summer jobs. And when he started dating there was less time for the two of them. But she was just as busy. And when he would call to hang out she would always have other plans. So things just sort of slowly fell apart. Not any one thing just a slow gradual decline in communication.
………
Now, a few years later, he’s standing at the front of the church watching his bride come down the aisle. He looks happy. Which is all she ever wanted for him. And her heart is breaking, even with a supportive smile on her face. She knows that her love for him will take years to overcome so the wall must remain intact and avoidance, a must for her survival. And he would never know.
struck with the plague, im sorry if im too vague
the thing is just,
im avoiding the peg legs
im not trynna join, any alliance or any crew
i jus wanna be alone, so screw anybody who wanna sue.
The plague of love fucked with my heart, now that I’m getting better I’m looking again for another love, will it be a vicious cicle?
I think I’ve got it. Men won’t come within 50 feet. It’s the I-just-broke-up-with-someone-and-have-really-low-self-worth-plague.
it is a terrible thing, something so out of ones control that all that’s left to do is take extreme precautions or else lay down and surrender yourself for the sake of such a thing. black plague, scurvy, locusts…no chance.
They knew they had it. They couldn’t escape it, the signs were all there. It was only a matter of time until the men in hazmats came around and did their job against them and their families. Only a matter of time. They had to escape.
blooming like flowerbuds all along your spine, psoriasis.
disease
england
black
death
sickness
throwing up
pain
loss
suffering
europe
rats
ships where the rats came on
sailors on the ships
doctors
doct
This reality plagued me every night. I lay awake and worried about everything, and I couldn’t put my mind at peace. It was as though everything was ending. I was wrapping up my life in this town; that much was true. But it didn’t mean I was finished. My lifeline would keep running in and out of others’. But even that thought wasn’t enough to shut down my restless brain.
Don’t plague me with your silly questions.
It was time.
She looked down at her wrists and closed her eyes in foul nostalgia. She didn’t want to feel like this anymore. It was time.
Time to lose herself in something and not think about anything.
Time to let her smile no longer become feigned.
Time to let herself live and rid herself of this plague.
Time to get better and find a life of happiness.
It was time.
Plagued with pleasant thoughts – oh no! How would she ever maintain her attitude of morose negativity and ghoulishness? What would the family think of her? She might grow up to be happy in outlook and break the family mold!
A plague, like a plague of locusts, which are similar to mosquitos. The plagues which were in the bible. Spelt similar to plaque…which means you need to floss. Its good not to plague other people.
First, there was a cough.
Then, a slight fever.
Then the blueish cast to the skin, the greenish pus, and then the violent convulsions and bleeding from every orifice.
Death was a blessing at that point, for if you survived, you did not live. You merely existed, wandering with unseeing eyes, unfeeling hands, and a brain unable to process the horror of the bodies around you.
She thought about him and her. She thought about how she loved him and never wanted to let him go. But she had to let him go. The dark plague, the one that was all over the world and killing many, had captured him. She had to let him go, but she couldn’t. She had to go with him. Somehow, someway, she was going to go with him, and that was it. If he would die, she would die. she had to. There was nothing else to live for other than him. He was the only person that mattered, and everyone else was going to die anyway…so why wait until she was alone, or even dead herself? She was most likely going to die anyway, she would just make it sooner.
this plague of mind that destroys me, it eats at reason, eats at sense, devours happiness. i have not felt this sick in body and soul for years. it is only human gloom that brings darkness to the world.
A plague struck the village like lightning. In a half a second, people were coughing in the street, water was falling from the sky, and the crabs were scuttling back into the ocean to avoid the doomed village. No one survived.
I read about the plague once. It was a sad time when nearly a third of the population died.
It’s a cliche, so I don’t even want to write it, but they avoided me like the plague after Shiloh drowned. Like being around me would make them want to do it, too. The only person who didn’t leave–aside from my mom, I mean–was Tucker. They tried to turn him against me, though. They tried.
The plague that had crept up like a shadow upon the city took no prisoners. It was angry and relentless and all to unforgiving. It was said that man itself created it based on their emotions and desires.
Millions of people in the airport wearing surgical masks over their faces. Wash your hands, antibacterial everywhere. Don’t share your drinks kids. Don’t lick that!! What are you doing?! We all gon die…. haha
The thoughts plagued her mind endlessly, never going away no matter how hard she tried. She could just not stop thinking about it. It was always there, sitting on the back of her mind, never leaving her alone. It was driving her crazy.
I am plagued by a disease that I am not fighting but my husband is. It makes its way into ones every being. I am crippled by its unknown. I am scared.
the full amount of insects that follow your thoughts trough the looking glass of your imagination, well the time will come when they will catch you.
coughing, she’s hacking away, her lungs are spitting out from between her teeth as she runs and runs and runs away, far away from this bitter plague. the city burns behind her back, the flames licking up the grass.
i have a plague of my own. it’s an excess of words and thoughts that keep me from sleeping. i could write for days and days and days on end. seriously. when i’m here, my thoughts don’t come about so easy. i guess it’s that “on the spot” type feeling. however, since i started blogging and writing…. well, it’s just spews forth.
Plague; a negative, sorrowfull image is created. “A plague upon both your houses” a quote from Shakespeare’s ‘King Lear’. Plague; A horrible event to overcome bout houses, accounted to the insensitive and hurtfull actions of both. A Plague; something one would not wish to injure is an event which I believe one can only learn from, make one stronger. If you happen to be an unfortunate victim of a plague, whichever of the variations it may be, you can still be commended, still be the ‘hero’. You can take this plague, and take it with both hands, fight through it with all your might and come out from your fight with said plague, victourious, not because you beat it and not because your better than it, but because this plague made you take a look at yourself, a realistic and surreal look at yourself and realise you aren’t as pure as you might have thought, or that path you had choosen to walk is now the one which you will walk away from. And sowe can also the word plague is infact a positive one; an event one should be proud to rise from. By being dragged to the bottom, this plague has forced you to rise again. Forced you to choose to walk away from the rough path you had choosen, to begin to walk a new. By taking a look at our faults we can only improve. Lets all thank our plagues.
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie, ashes ashes we all fall down. Cows in the meadow eating flower cud grasses grasses we all stand up!
oh this is bad, this is very bad you feel ill and kill all the rats but will probably behave irrationally before doing so. maybe kill some people, set fire to stuff or just be like ‘ahh crap, this is bad’. then you will be very ill and probably die…
SORRY :\
the plague took over my soul and made me feel as if nothing would get better. It felt as though no light would ever come back into my life, but then you came. And you brought the happiness back into my smile, and the laugh back into my voice. I thank you for that, you make me feel whole.
“There was a plague in your mouth. each time you opened it I was convinced that what would pour out into our friends warm cups of coffee and sweet pan dulce’s would be sour and bitter enough to make them all spit out our delicious deserts in your face.
Your catastrophic mouth disease made me sick and eventually too weak to go on. Thanks to the therapist who told me to listen to my body.”
Plague is the last thing someone can desire. Unless is a Brad Pitt clones plague.
The resent swept over the group like a plague. One by one they turned their eyes away and looked at the floor. The leader stood tall, his chest puffed out, full with his own pomp. His grin panned the landscape
He used plague to get their attention. Only, they didn’t pay attention. Frogs, lice, bloody waters. What will it take? He just wants our attention. He made us. He loves us. That deserves attention.
A plague of thoughts and self-doubt swirl in the woman’s mind. She rubs her feet together. Left foot on right, right foot on left. Dry skin makes the swishing sound of a busy mother. Snores beside her, a reminder of self and expectation. Dim light casts itself into the room and creeps at the edges of knowing.
i like mosis and the plague by sephen king and >I think it’s a cool book i hope a lot of people enjoyed it cause I did! it was entusiastic and funny