There was no turning back. She signed it so she must go through with it. Something feels weird, her stomach was churning, the weather wasn’t right, the day was odd. There was something telling her she should hide.
It had to be done. It hurt though, the whole idea of giving away my dreams. But it was for my country, for the people that mean the most to me. My heart knew it was the right thing to do, but my mind, well, that is a different story.
Once I got signed to be sponsored for skateboarding and it was the most amazing moment of my life knowing after I signed my full name onto that contracted that I would be in my was to be a professional.
Remind me to end this by signing. I do not know how I’ll be able to do that. Maybe I’ll just write my name. But should I write my real name? No. I’ll make something up. Who am I? I could be anyone. Sincerely, The Fake Dark Knight. Ciao.
I signed a paper with a contract on it. It asked me to go away. Fly away. Leave everything behind. Be yourself. Not let your family or anybody else bring you down. I signed the a paper that would change my life.
I signed my name on him. I kissed his beautiful blue ink stained skin. He smiled at me as I drew a heart around my name. Because that’s where I wanted to be: in his heart. Where I want to be today: in his soul. I signed him with love. The ink was meant to be permanent but he washed me away as he did my love.
I signed my name on your skin in beautiful blue ink. I kissed the fingertips that were stained with ink. I drew a heart around my name because that’s exactly where I wanted to be. In your heart. Today that’s where I wish to be. Inside your soul. Love. That’s what I signed. You and I.
She signed the slip, then looked up at me. “You’re in!” I jumped up from my chair excitedly. I would have a solo. I hugged her tight before grabbing the sheet and running outside into the fresh, sunny air. i skipped down the block and didn’t stop until I got home.
what did i sign i;m i going to get into trouble by signing this; is there a rymthe or reason do it? what about spelling. does it matter. I guess it does because it is underlined in red.
I handed the autograph back to the girl, who had a smile spread across her face.
“Here you are,” I say, and she runs, giggling, back to her mom, like all the other fans do, except the boys, who just lean against the poles nonchalantly.
he signed the paper without even bother to read it. Nah, this is a good thing. totally what i’ve planned. i tried to cover up my smile as he handed the paper back to me.
Sighed,
Macy.
How dare she?
You through the letter on the ground. Rage welling up in your gut like a balloon. She had no right to do this none at all. You wanted to scream and rage, but you knew that would be stupid.
You life was ruined.
It was all your best friends fault.
I stared at the bottom of the paper, where the letter would normally have been signed by name. Instead, it was a symbol. The twirled ‘S’ was a familiar sight, the ostrich feather quill that looped around it making it clear who had sent the note. But even then, i still felt frustrated. why couldn’t they just give me a name? This whole mystery thing was starting to lose its charm.
The boys had signed a verbal contract with the woman who would all too quickly become their new devil. A writing workshop sounded like so much fun over drinks and mixed with idle musing about movies, but in practice it reminded them that their best friend was a didactic dictator hell bent on flexing her English-major-muscles with ever sucker punch to their latest pieces.
She stared at the page for what seemed like hours. They were all staring in wait. The room was so still she could hear the distance beep from a car alarm. Her fingers stroked the cheap ballpoint pen as she contemplated the real cost. Her son’s life was sucking their live savings dry. With one signature, she could end the debt. But was his life worth more than that?
signed,
at the bottom of the letter
ink forming the letters and swirls
that symbolised you.
signed into my heart,
tattoed with a fountain pen,
signed,
you.
The document was delivered to the office, and I was sure that I had included all the important information that was needed, but to my horror I remembered that I did not signed it on the dotted line.
We get signed. Signs. Words. Numbers. Don’t ever forget who you are or you’re condemned to go through all of this all over again.
Read them. Keep them. Learn from them.
And when you notice them, listen to your heart.
I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it so badly, now it’s all over.
The year is 4005, and it’s absolutely gorgeous in Earth. I love the new system of bringing things to life and trying to really make the effort.
But thanks to Liam, it’s all over. What happened? Long story, it’ll take so much time to explain, I only have 60 seconds, but maybe I can show you?
5 years ago, me and Liam were friends. Sure, people thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but I would probably beat them up and swear so badly, they’ll stay faraway from me.
I was going onto a new project, when one day Liam shoved a piece of paper and told me to sign it,
I was like “Ok then Liam, whateva u say bro” and I signed it.
But it wasn’t my fault that the whole thing began.
I wish i signed something that would change my life forever. Something that would make my family, my ma and baba happy. Something that would also be something I would want to do all my life. I decision that would keep everyone important to me happy.
Signed. Sealed. Delivered. I’m Yours?
Why would you have to sign for a person? That’s ridiculous.
And exactly what are you sealing me into? That sounds painful.
Why would I be delivered? I’ve already been through delivery once. It wasn’t that grand. The doctor spanked me.
Technically, I am not yours. I belong to myself.
So take that, song from a long time ago that probably didn’t need the criticism.
His hand trembled, reminiscent of an earthquake. Sweat dripped down his face like bullets.
His scribbles were slow and deliberate, and yet his name was out of shape and wobbly.
Of course it was, for he was more nervous than ever before. Why wouldn’t he be? He’d just signed his death warrant.
Maybe I could have signed my name to that love letter. It wouldn’t have been annoymus then. He might have known who I was and just maybe, he might have cared. But that was years ago now. If only he had known somebody had liked him, then maybe he wouldn’t have taken his own life.
Words are the most powerful tool in one’s life .One word can either destroy you if spoken at the wrong time or it can ‘make’ you if spoken at the right moment.
When I got the note at the bar, it was neither signed nor completely coherent, but the handwriting and allusions were unmistakable. Time to do some more business.
The note was signed your Father, but Hano had always read that last part in a spiteful way. He thought his father was mocking him with the fancy way the letters were scribbled.
And it has been that magnificent moment, that fortious point when the various people and icons of our world signed those extraordinary life-altering pieces of parchment. Slaves have been set free. Wars have ended.
The was a signed contract sitting on the desk. It had all of he details sorted out. This such and such would happen if that such and such did “that”. All in all, it was a meaningless propistion that was fueled by optimism and greed.
I signed the contract despite all of my reservations about the deal. It was supposed to be helping our company build up our name. It just seemed more like I was selling my soul to the devil. I knew I had no other choice though, my boss told me that we needed this contract.
There was no turning back. She signed it so she must go through with it. Something feels weird, her stomach was churning, the weather wasn’t right, the day was odd. There was something telling her she should hide.
It had to be done. It hurt though, the whole idea of giving away my dreams. But it was for my country, for the people that mean the most to me. My heart knew it was the right thing to do, but my mind, well, that is a different story.
Once I got signed to be sponsored for skateboarding and it was the most amazing moment of my life knowing after I signed my full name onto that contracted that I would be in my was to be a professional.
Remind me to end this by signing. I do not know how I’ll be able to do that. Maybe I’ll just write my name. But should I write my real name? No. I’ll make something up. Who am I? I could be anyone. Sincerely, The Fake Dark Knight. Ciao.
I signed a paper with a contract on it. It asked me to go away. Fly away. Leave everything behind. Be yourself. Not let your family or anybody else bring you down. I signed the a paper that would change my life.
turn your head sideways and
poems start to look
like skyscrapers
squint hard at aquariums and
fish eyes start to look
like universes
read too much into things and
even this could look
like a suicide note.
I signed my name on him. I kissed his beautiful blue ink stained skin. He smiled at me as I drew a heart around my name. Because that’s where I wanted to be: in his heart. Where I want to be today: in his soul. I signed him with love. The ink was meant to be permanent but he washed me away as he did my love.
I signed my name on your skin in beautiful blue ink. I kissed the fingertips that were stained with ink. I drew a heart around my name because that’s exactly where I wanted to be. In your heart. Today that’s where I wish to be. Inside your soul. Love. That’s what I signed. You and I.
We should sign a petition that saves the world. Something that all people will gain from…like life for all and the earth.
She signed the slip, then looked up at me. “You’re in!” I jumped up from my chair excitedly. I would have a solo. I hugged her tight before grabbing the sheet and running outside into the fresh, sunny air. i skipped down the block and didn’t stop until I got home.
what did i sign i;m i going to get into trouble by signing this; is there a rymthe or reason do it? what about spelling. does it matter. I guess it does because it is underlined in red.
I handed the autograph back to the girl, who had a smile spread across her face.
“Here you are,” I say, and she runs, giggling, back to her mom, like all the other fans do, except the boys, who just lean against the poles nonchalantly.
he signed the paper without even bother to read it. Nah, this is a good thing. totally what i’ve planned. i tried to cover up my smile as he handed the paper back to me.
Sighed,
Macy.
How dare she?
You through the letter on the ground. Rage welling up in your gut like a balloon. She had no right to do this none at all. You wanted to scream and rage, but you knew that would be stupid.
You life was ruined.
It was all your best friends fault.
I stared at the bottom of the paper, where the letter would normally have been signed by name. Instead, it was a symbol. The twirled ‘S’ was a familiar sight, the ostrich feather quill that looped around it making it clear who had sent the note. But even then, i still felt frustrated. why couldn’t they just give me a name? This whole mystery thing was starting to lose its charm.
The boys had signed a verbal contract with the woman who would all too quickly become their new devil. A writing workshop sounded like so much fun over drinks and mixed with idle musing about movies, but in practice it reminded them that their best friend was a didactic dictator hell bent on flexing her English-major-muscles with ever sucker punch to their latest pieces.
She stared at the page for what seemed like hours. They were all staring in wait. The room was so still she could hear the distance beep from a car alarm. Her fingers stroked the cheap ballpoint pen as she contemplated the real cost. Her son’s life was sucking their live savings dry. With one signature, she could end the debt. But was his life worth more than that?
signed,
at the bottom of the letter
ink forming the letters and swirls
that symbolised you.
signed into my heart,
tattoed with a fountain pen,
signed,
you.
The card was signed by someone calling themselves “The Master”. Joanne had no idea what it meant, but she recognized the handwriting.
The document was delivered to the office, and I was sure that I had included all the important information that was needed, but to my horror I remembered that I did not signed it on the dotted line.
Love,
Lana.
No. Love was too…how I actually felt. I erased it and twirled the pencil around, trying to think of some other way to end the letter.
From,
Lana.
Too cold. Too impersonal.
Best wishes? Nah. Your friend? Absolutely not. I didn’t want him to think that I just wanted to be his friend and nothing more than that.
I mean, that was what he already thought, but I didn’t have to rub it in.
We get signed. Signs. Words. Numbers. Don’t ever forget who you are or you’re condemned to go through all of this all over again.
Read them. Keep them. Learn from them.
And when you notice them, listen to your heart.
“love you, sometimes, i did, honestly,” signed john barrett, your partner in crime and other things. “but,” he thought,”you always sort of smelled”
It was too late, the dye was cast. No turning back!!! Signed sealed and delivered. A finality about the whole sentence felt terminal. How
I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it so badly, now it’s all over.
The year is 4005, and it’s absolutely gorgeous in Earth. I love the new system of bringing things to life and trying to really make the effort.
But thanks to Liam, it’s all over. What happened? Long story, it’ll take so much time to explain, I only have 60 seconds, but maybe I can show you?
5 years ago, me and Liam were friends. Sure, people thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but I would probably beat them up and swear so badly, they’ll stay faraway from me.
I was going onto a new project, when one day Liam shoved a piece of paper and told me to sign it,
I was like “Ok then Liam, whateva u say bro” and I signed it.
But it wasn’t my fault that the whole thing began.
At least, that’s what I think
name. sign. authority. dad. i signed my latest check. love. trust. for my buddy. signed. my body. pure. remain for Him. hard. ensigned. insignia.
I wish i signed something that would change my life forever. Something that would make my family, my ma and baba happy. Something that would also be something I would want to do all my life. I decision that would keep everyone important to me happy.
Signed. Sealed. Delivered. I’m Yours?
Why would you have to sign for a person? That’s ridiculous.
And exactly what are you sealing me into? That sounds painful.
Why would I be delivered? I’ve already been through delivery once. It wasn’t that grand. The doctor spanked me.
Technically, I am not yours. I belong to myself.
So take that, song from a long time ago that probably didn’t need the criticism.
His hand trembled, reminiscent of an earthquake. Sweat dripped down his face like bullets.
His scribbles were slow and deliberate, and yet his name was out of shape and wobbly.
Of course it was, for he was more nervous than ever before. Why wouldn’t he be? He’d just signed his death warrant.
Maybe I could have signed my name to that love letter. It wouldn’t have been annoymus then. He might have known who I was and just maybe, he might have cared. But that was years ago now. If only he had known somebody had liked him, then maybe he wouldn’t have taken his own life.
Words are the most powerful tool in one’s life .One word can either destroy you if spoken at the wrong time or it can ‘make’ you if spoken at the right moment.
when you sign an autograph from like 1D then that’s signed when you have a lollipop yay lollipops!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE 1D
When I got the note at the bar, it was neither signed nor completely coherent, but the handwriting and allusions were unmistakable. Time to do some more business.
The note was signed your Father, but Hano had always read that last part in a spiteful way. He thought his father was mocking him with the fancy way the letters were scribbled.
And it has been that magnificent moment, that fortious point when the various people and icons of our world signed those extraordinary life-altering pieces of parchment. Slaves have been set free. Wars have ended.
The was a signed contract sitting on the desk. It had all of he details sorted out. This such and such would happen if that such and such did “that”. All in all, it was a meaningless propistion that was fueled by optimism and greed.
I signed the contract despite all of my reservations about the deal. It was supposed to be helping our company build up our name. It just seemed more like I was selling my soul to the devil. I knew I had no other choice though, my boss told me that we needed this contract.
He signed the contract with a swooping stroke of his pen.
“There,” he spat, angry furrow deepening between his brows. “Are you happy now?”
k
I wanted to let him know that I loved him. So I signed to him, “You are my heart and I love you.” Little did I know that he already knew.