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Only seconds passed. I was the first out there, and they were years behind me. Years. It was so unreal; normally it would have taken me that long to get from there to here, but with the Mechanism, it only took a few seconds. I hoped they could make it here okay…
By Anna Rose URL on 08.14.2010
You have seconds to the minutes to the hour to the day, to the week to the month, to the year, before you stay. Forever, seconds define all the meaning of your life. Every decision that you make in spite of having a mind.
By DayDreamin' Fool URL on 08.14.2010
Seconds fly by and become minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Centuries. I can’t believe it’s only been a week since I’ve seen them last. One week, two hours and one minute ago was the required time for leaving the dorms. I cannot fathom that I was ever even there, it seems a lifetime away.
By City Girl URL on 08.14.2010
Life is just a precursor to dying. All those seconds you spend, that you waste, at the end of your life, maybe, just maybe, you’ll look back and say, “I wish I used them to do something meaningful.” But the luxury of time, the ability to actually wast seconds, that’s living. That’s what you do when you don’t have to think about dying. That’s taking life for granted, and those are seconds you can never get back.
In just a second my world is rubble in just a second my hand is gone and so is my paper. Seconds go by and still just me, more seconds and it’s a year, another few seconds and I am dead laying next to a shoebox of photos. WHat happened in those few seconds… my life.
By AnikaStewart on 08.14.2010
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