James stood. Not on the floor, as would be expected but upon the seat of his chair. With a sudden thwack, he landed on the floor, and the chair ended up crashing into the row of desks behind him.
“Please, have a seat.”
The officer gestured to the uncomfortable looking seat facing the mirrored wall.
“I assume you know what this is about so let’s skip the formalities and get on with it. Where were you on the night of October 31, 2009?”
His mind flashed back to the events of that horrible night and he fought not to break down and confess, it hadn’t even been his idea. He was guilty though, as guilty as the guy who planned it.
“I was at home.”
“Can anyone confirm this?”
“No.”
And so he continued to string the web of lies that began on Halloween night.
The bellow of the train was comforting as the young woman was searching for a seat. The young man, hesitated at first however thought better of his companion and offered up his seat.
The presence of one seat on the bus was indeed a great sight. Oh no, she thought there it goes to the young man with the gum on his jacket and buds in his ears.
I’m i right now in my my des seat, and rkinda sucks cuse the back is neverect somefnessi eed ito by for myback, and the cramped feeling maks me inknk rig now theat the library mayb be a geath plac to go d study instead of heare, and hey, nus, christina is here, but not a the library, and even if she was, it would be real easy to not be around her since the library is so hugish. not really sure what else to say… i’m in fact running out of htings to say…
I was holding onto the edge of my seat as the helicopter banked hard, hanging me over open space with the side door open. I was relatively sure that the pilot didn’t need to make such abrupt movements, but in my current condition, I was in no position to argue.
Who could sit there? she wondered. Not someone who was nearby. Not someone in the suits. Not someone in the house. No, she thought, someone who was there.
i love seats. They are comfortable. They come in handy when you have been standing for a really long time.They can be bought (or made even) to fit you. My favorite seat is a beautiful wooden antique rocking chair my dad got my mum, easily 19 years ago. Its huge. Big enough to not fit through doors ( and hence cant be moved) . But it is also the most comfortable chair. IN THE WORLD. it holds the most cherished memories for me. Days of mangoes and old old musty novels. Days of tears and sox (my cockerspaniel) rocking, trying to soothe the blues away. Day of quiet solitude and wonder. Days sitting beside my dad on the chair as he read the paper and i bored him with endless queries on what i must do, should do and could do in the future… usually ending with me needing money to go out. My mum would sit on it and eat lunch (which is quite the talent ) seeing as the chair was also slightly battered from mush use and misuse. The mood this chair (seat) brings to my life and the life of my dear ones is warm and fuzzy. A fee of family. A feel of togetherness. A feel of love.
take a seat and read about this awesome word, this word is used in many settings and places, like if you are at a job interview, chances that they will say “take a seat” is very high. Now a seat can be in many different places, such as the movies, or many other places.
i took a seat on the bus, the old man sitting next to me in tattered rags, he was white, on the other side of me the black man in a tailored suit, I thought what is this racist world we live in, one where I have to choose these things, I thought, Terry where are you, are you on this bus? Terry came on at the next stop, he sat next to the bum, he said “I’m a marxist”
The seat was soft and warm because someone else sat on it before me. It gave me a great deal of comfort to know others have been here before me. I was not alone though the room was empty.
– Do you remember that awful time we had to take the bus? I had to ask that young man to give me his seat!
– Actually, you hit him with your umbrella and accused him of stealing your handbag before he gave you his seat.
the seat was hard and plastic. it was hard to sit in. it was uncomfortable. like seats in an airplane. i hate those. i like to sit on the edge. seats in classrooms are yellow. or gray. or white. some people are to fat to sit in them. like puga. but not like me.
this my seat where i go the top of my legs the round young part, the slow part, the fat part this is where i drip and sit, this is the bottom of my neck
She sat down next to me, the empty seat seemed to scream under her weight. She looked at me with pained eyes. I didn’t know what to say. her daughter was dead, and I was still alive. Alive. I shouldn’t be alive.
seats, i hate finding a seat in a crowded room, like in the movie theater. its so awkward when you have to sneak infront of people and try to find a seat. I like sitting because I feel shorter and I don’t feel as talk and awkward. feeling awkward is such a problem for me. I bet I could turn any prompt into about how self conscious I am and that is sad.
She sat rooted to the seat. her hands resting in her lap. The funeral procession led its way towards the empty hole in the ground. her heart stopped when she saw the coffin carrying the body of the man she once loved. The american flag resting on top of the coffin. She closed her eyes as they lowered his body slowly into the ground. Her hands bawling up in fists as she held back the tears. Standing strong. One woman. Alone.
that’s what everyone is fighting for..a seat in the parliament..a seat in power..a seat in college..a seat in the coveted job…even the hot seat at KBC!
Is this seat taken? I think thats one of the worst pick up lines ever. well, not as bad as some, actually. but whatever. It’s like, is this seat taken is asking wether or not someone is single or wether they are willing to get some asshat hitting on them. idk. i just dont like it.
Pushing the door open slowly, he peeked inside, others already seated and waiting patiently. Slipping in as silently as he could, he too took his own seat next to an older man. He glanced around nervously and smiled crookedly as the man next to him peered over his magazine at him.
I took a seat out by the tree in the far back. I took a seat next to the tombstone labeled “sonny” and I listened about my grandpas life as if I had been apart of it.
I got on the bus and took a seat, without looking, and heard a sound I’ve always dreaded.
Squeelllchhh.
Takes me back to the 5th grade, when Jimmy Bones put gum on my seat the day of the class pictures, and it got all over my skirt. The teacher gave Jimmy a time out, I’m crying in my yearbook picture, so it goes.
And now I’m sitting in more gum, hating Jimmy even though it’s been 15 years, and trying to figure out how I’ll explain this in my job interview. I wonder what color it is this time.
I am sitting right now, but I am not in a seat. Does my bed qualify as a seat because it is somewhere I can sit? I like it when people refer to your bottom as a seat.
The seat i’m on is a bit hard, hurting my butt, yet I feel the need to stay here and accept my punishment, as my internet addiction is forcing me. Oh how I yearn for a more comfortable seat.
I once fell off of a chair in front of the Queen Mother. Yes, this actually happened. No, it was not a dream that I had after I fell asleep intoixcated for the umpteenth time in my life.
One time, I fell off of a chair in front of the Queen Mother. Yes, this actually happened. No, it was not a dream where I was intoxicated to the point of delusion. I had been working for my uncle as an amateur apprentice when I had mistakenly took her favorite chair as the prime spot for a cigarette break.
the seat had been left open, right next to her. he wanted to take it but was too bashfull to do so. soon enough because of his hesitancy someone else had taken it
I like to use this to sit on. I can think of so many different types of seats that bring back parts of my past and childhood memories that wouldve been forgotten. I treasure some of the chairs I’ve had for a long time because they can show times of sadness, happiness, and pain but they’ve stuck it out thought it all, just being there to cushion me when I fall.
I’ve been thinking. . . about where people do their thinking. The edge of a bed…A dark room where you can see everything… A familiar road…. In front of a mirror, whether you’re looking or not. The last one is in a chair, a familiar one. Doesn’t need to be comfortable at first. Give it time and you’ll make it that way.
James stood. Not on the floor, as would be expected but upon the seat of his chair. With a sudden thwack, he landed on the floor, and the chair ended up crashing into the row of desks behind him.
Looking at the empty seats beside me. Why is no one else here on time? I hit traffic also. I just don’t think I should have to wait.
“Please, have a seat.”
The officer gestured to the uncomfortable looking seat facing the mirrored wall.
“I assume you know what this is about so let’s skip the formalities and get on with it. Where were you on the night of October 31, 2009?”
His mind flashed back to the events of that horrible night and he fought not to break down and confess, it hadn’t even been his idea. He was guilty though, as guilty as the guy who planned it.
“I was at home.”
“Can anyone confirm this?”
“No.”
And so he continued to string the web of lies that began on Halloween night.
The bellow of the train was comforting as the young woman was searching for a seat. The young man, hesitated at first however thought better of his companion and offered up his seat.
The presence of one seat on the bus was indeed a great sight. Oh no, she thought there it goes to the young man with the gum on his jacket and buds in his ears.
I’m i right now in my my des seat, and rkinda sucks cuse the back is neverect somefnessi eed ito by for myback, and the cramped feeling maks me inknk rig now theat the library mayb be a geath plac to go d study instead of heare, and hey, nus, christina is here, but not a the library, and even if she was, it would be real easy to not be around her since the library is so hugish. not really sure what else to say… i’m in fact running out of htings to say…
it was the best seat in the house and i let her have it.. who would have known this would change my life completely?
I was holding onto the edge of my seat as the helicopter banked hard, hanging me over open space with the side door open. I was relatively sure that the pilot didn’t need to make such abrupt movements, but in my current condition, I was in no position to argue.
Who could sit there? she wondered. Not someone who was nearby. Not someone in the suits. Not someone in the house. No, she thought, someone who was there.
She drove off. In a Seat.
i love seats. They are comfortable. They come in handy when you have been standing for a really long time.They can be bought (or made even) to fit you. My favorite seat is a beautiful wooden antique rocking chair my dad got my mum, easily 19 years ago. Its huge. Big enough to not fit through doors ( and hence cant be moved) . But it is also the most comfortable chair. IN THE WORLD. it holds the most cherished memories for me. Days of mangoes and old old musty novels. Days of tears and sox (my cockerspaniel) rocking, trying to soothe the blues away. Day of quiet solitude and wonder. Days sitting beside my dad on the chair as he read the paper and i bored him with endless queries on what i must do, should do and could do in the future… usually ending with me needing money to go out. My mum would sit on it and eat lunch (which is quite the talent ) seeing as the chair was also slightly battered from mush use and misuse. The mood this chair (seat) brings to my life and the life of my dear ones is warm and fuzzy. A fee of family. A feel of togetherness. A feel of love.
take a seat and read about this awesome word, this word is used in many settings and places, like if you are at a job interview, chances that they will say “take a seat” is very high. Now a seat can be in many different places, such as the movies, or many other places.
The seat he chose was in the top most section so that he could see the parking lot below and the bank building half a city over.
i took a seat on the bus, the old man sitting next to me in tattered rags, he was white, on the other side of me the black man in a tailored suit, I thought what is this racist world we live in, one where I have to choose these things, I thought, Terry where are you, are you on this bus? Terry came on at the next stop, he sat next to the bum, he said “I’m a marxist”
The seat was soft and warm because someone else sat on it before me. It gave me a great deal of comfort to know others have been here before me. I was not alone though the room was empty.
– Do you remember that awful time we had to take the bus? I had to ask that young man to give me his seat!
– Actually, you hit him with your umbrella and accused him of stealing your handbag before he gave you his seat.
the seat was hard and plastic. it was hard to sit in. it was uncomfortable. like seats in an airplane. i hate those. i like to sit on the edge. seats in classrooms are yellow. or gray. or white. some people are to fat to sit in them. like puga. but not like me.
this my seat where i go the top of my legs the round young part, the slow part, the fat part this is where i drip and sit, this is the bottom of my neck
I took a seat next to a man on the bus the other day. He handed me a sausage and cheese biscuit from hardees. I don’t like sausage.
She sat down next to me, the empty seat seemed to scream under her weight. She looked at me with pained eyes. I didn’t know what to say. her daughter was dead, and I was still alive. Alive. I shouldn’t be alive.
seats, i hate finding a seat in a crowded room, like in the movie theater. its so awkward when you have to sneak infront of people and try to find a seat. I like sitting because I feel shorter and I don’t feel as talk and awkward. feeling awkward is such a problem for me. I bet I could turn any prompt into about how self conscious I am and that is sad.
The seat I sit in is warm. Worn, tired, useless. Maybe the seat is a representative of me and my life. Warm, inviting, yet worn, tired, useless.
She sat rooted to the seat. her hands resting in her lap. The funeral procession led its way towards the empty hole in the ground. her heart stopped when she saw the coffin carrying the body of the man she once loved. The american flag resting on top of the coffin. She closed her eyes as they lowered his body slowly into the ground. Her hands bawling up in fists as she held back the tears. Standing strong. One woman. Alone.
i sat there, in the warm seat, ejoying the comforting softness i havent felt in such a long time
The seat was dark grey, cuffed and broken. The upholstery ripped, stuffing laying upon the ground, one of the arm rests was broken; I sat glumly.
that’s what everyone is fighting for..a seat in the parliament..a seat in power..a seat in college..a seat in the coveted job…even the hot seat at KBC!
Is this seat taken? I think thats one of the worst pick up lines ever. well, not as bad as some, actually. but whatever. It’s like, is this seat taken is asking wether or not someone is single or wether they are willing to get some asshat hitting on them. idk. i just dont like it.
Pushing the door open slowly, he peeked inside, others already seated and waiting patiently. Slipping in as silently as he could, he too took his own seat next to an older man. He glanced around nervously and smiled crookedly as the man next to him peered over his magazine at him.
“The name’s Jim.” He managed.
Sitting here, waiting
Each minute seems like a lifetime
All at once I see you coming
Time stops, it’s you and me, and eternity…
I took a seat out by the tree in the far back. I took a seat next to the tombstone labeled “sonny” and I listened about my grandpas life as if I had been apart of it.
I got on the bus and took a seat, without looking, and heard a sound I’ve always dreaded.
Squeelllchhh.
Takes me back to the 5th grade, when Jimmy Bones put gum on my seat the day of the class pictures, and it got all over my skirt. The teacher gave Jimmy a time out, I’m crying in my yearbook picture, so it goes.
And now I’m sitting in more gum, hating Jimmy even though it’s been 15 years, and trying to figure out how I’ll explain this in my job interview. I wonder what color it is this time.
I am sitting right now, but I am not in a seat. Does my bed qualify as a seat because it is somewhere I can sit? I like it when people refer to your bottom as a seat.
The seat i’m on is a bit hard, hurting my butt, yet I feel the need to stay here and accept my punishment, as my internet addiction is forcing me. Oh how I yearn for a more comfortable seat.
I once fell off of a chair in front of the Queen Mother. Yes, this actually happened. No, it was not a dream that I had after I fell asleep intoixcated for the umpteenth time in my life.
One time, I fell off of a chair in front of the Queen Mother. Yes, this actually happened. No, it was not a dream where I was intoxicated to the point of delusion. I had been working for my uncle as an amateur apprentice when I had mistakenly took her favorite chair as the prime spot for a cigarette break.
the seat had been left open, right next to her. he wanted to take it but was too bashfull to do so. soon enough because of his hesitancy someone else had taken it
I like to use this to sit on. I can think of so many different types of seats that bring back parts of my past and childhood memories that wouldve been forgotten. I treasure some of the chairs I’ve had for a long time because they can show times of sadness, happiness, and pain but they’ve stuck it out thought it all, just being there to cushion me when I fall.
He flew by the seat of his pants. The stairs he took three at a time. He had to get to the station before she left.
im sitting down
my butt hurts and i don’t know why
i like sitting down.
i am very high
vote yes on prop 19
legalize it
dont criticize it
I’ve been thinking. . . about where people do their thinking. The edge of a bed…A dark room where you can see everything… A familiar road…. In front of a mirror, whether you’re looking or not. The last one is in a chair, a familiar one. Doesn’t need to be comfortable at first. Give it time and you’ll make it that way.