It was inescapable. The sound. You could hear it anywhere, everywhere you went. It pierced your ears. Quickened your heart. Stopped your heart. “Who was it this time?”
The sharpness of the siren pierced the air. She cringed and curled up in a corner.
Then came the giver of comfort. “Don’t worry child, listen closely, for it is a song.”
One day a little boy was outside and he heard a siren. “What’s that?” he thought. Getting up from his sandox he bounded to the front yard. Looking away, he noticed that no one was around. Being curious, he started down the silent sidewalk toward the edge of the the cul de sac.
One day a little boy was outside and he heard a siren. “What’s that?” he thought. Getting up from his sandox he bounded to the front yard. Looking around, he noticed that no one was around. being curious, he started down the silent sidewalk.
the sirens got louder and louder. the picture got smaller and smaller. i couldnt run fast enough. the feelings seem to be getting better and stronger but i knew sitting there wouldnt make anything any better or worse. this is what feels to be winning.
she sat on the rock, her face a mask of grief. she sang, and every time someone got hurt. a salty tear escaped her eye as she went again to pull the pallid body up onto the beach.
The siren broke the laughter around the dinner table. Father grabbed my arm and pulled me though the kitchen to the yard. He turned screaming for mother to hurry. Lifting me into his strong arms we ran into the shelter. Only a few bites were eaten from my plate and my tummy growled as the planes began to roar overhead.
the mermaid sang a haunting song, enchanting the poor fisherman. the crash was loud enough for a nearby town to hear, but they were too late to save the sailors…. lost to the abyss. the sirens sat on the rock and laughed.
it sounded like one siren, but there were more. at least two. in unison, in harmony, a chorus of temptation leading me their way. some might say astray. torn between their call and my mission, i made the only choice I could: off this path, my path, which i saw was not mine at all. crashing against the rocks was a hard surprise to miss. like the ocean slowly eroding the shore, with every caress another layer removed. The last sound i heard were sirens of a different kind, loud machinations atop the ambulance and cop cars, louder as they approached me. louder until i could see how good it is to be free.
The sirens call to me from the dark depths of the ocean. Or maybe from just down the street, calling with flashing red lights. Hopefully not with a “blue-light special.”
The siren blew, shocking everyone within earshot. The rain splattered the ground and buildings, and the wind whooshed past everything epicly. The siren echoed through the city as the tornado ripped through the town, destroying everything in its path. Little children screamed in fear and everyone ran for cover. The siren was very loud.
The sound grew louder and louder, Theo didn’t know what to do other than to sit there and talk. Talk as his pregnet wife was in the fetal position on the floor. He could only talk while he waiting for someone to come rescue her. To rescue them, to rescue their future family
She was a siren song, a distraction. The ackward intensity of their relationship had reached it’s peak, the inevitable breaking point approached them rapidly.
What do you call a chicken?
oh poopbutt.
o boy i lvoe your sweet teriyaki
love, my hands are made of fried fish fingers
what’s a cowpump
a nipple fudgeling?
ah you like the dumplings
myeee myooo i love digglet
Beautiful creatures in the ocean. Luring me in. I want to go in. What will happen? Will I be lost under your spell forever? Maybe that’s the way it is intended to be… maybe your spell is where I’ll find true happiness. The ocean is so calming and your eyes are so welcoming… I want to go in… I want to dive in….
The loud siren blared from the firehouse as the men scrambled to find their shoes, pants, and maybe a 20 for the bars when they were finished. The excitement and terror of the day ended at 9pm, as the saviors drove back into the world, leaving the ash coated rubble behind them, walls still smoking.
it was a cold day. you could just tell there was something wrong with sky before you even walked outside. I could hear the thunder far off in the distance. i even thought i was beginning to see lightning, but who knows.
There was an emergency up ahead. Maybe a car accident. Death or injuries. Red lights, blue lights, loud noises. Lots of emergency vehicles and personnel. Fire, police and medical people. are converging on the scen.
i think of the odyssey, and the sirens that seduced odysseus. they were beautiful creatures that lured him to their world. there are many things within the modern world that are sirens for people – money, drugs, clothing, new cars, etc. all of these things increase a person’s greed, lure them in with their textures and possess the mind with want.
Siren, on the horizon. I knew it was her the moment I saw that thin shape. Oh how I missed her songs, the lure of her enticing speach. Her eyes, drowning me and swallowing me. I always thought she turly loved me, I was special to her. But I was nothing more than a meal, I was nothing to her. Not even a blip on her radar.
To me, she was everything. The sun, the stars, the moon. My everything, I lived her. Breathed her. LOVED her.
Sirens are very loud and cause a lot of attention. Often times the purpose of a siren is to alert people of an emergency, especially if the siren is caused from an ambulance, fire truck, or a police car. They may not always be for emergencies though; they can be alarms that alert people of time.
The chocolate called to me with the siren call of silky luscious delicate candies that only a chocolate lover can hear. Like velvet on my tongue, the candy bar melted slowly, sweetly. With exquisite joy I closed my eyes and let the chocolate have me! Take me, take me now!
The blaring of the siren awakens me with a start. I can see the wildly flashing lights outside my window, painting my room panicked red, ghostly white, deadly blue. I shoot out of my bed, into my jacket, and out the door, and there he is, covered in that panicked red, face turning that ghostly white, lips already deadly blue.
I shook my head as the flashing lights and sirens of the police cars filled the air. They were too late. They would have let him go sooner or later anyways. He had been good about hiding his evidence, but not good enough. It was unfortunate I happened to be his witness. At least this way I knew justice would prevail. He was guilty, his trial was in my arms, his verdict in the fear in his eyes, and his sentence of death given with a piercing bite. I smiled as I licked the warm blood from my lips.
The echo of the siren wailed through the night, announcing that something was terribly wrong. I found her in her bed, bottle of pills in her hand, computer open beside her. Word was up on the screen with one short sentence. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it anymore.
I heard the siren going off through the ceiling of my basement apartment. Why am I awake this early I thought to myself. I pulled the pillow back over my face and screamed. AHHHHHHH. Then the ceiling caved in. My house was on fire.
uhhhh siren really? i hope this is referring to those killer babe hotties in like greek mythology. I mean with all the men happening a lesbian has to look for some sort of female in them. SERISIOULY A SIREN.
The siren call of the waves hypnotised the sailor. He felt as if he was one with waves. He felt as though he was flotsam. Part of the ever expanding and dispersing of the minute particles that drifted through the ocean. The ocean that regulated life on Earth.
‘he is just a policeman blowing his siren.saving cats up a tree.walking old ladies across the street.but you,my dear,you,you have just saved millions of lives
It was inescapable. The sound. You could hear it anywhere, everywhere you went. It pierced your ears. Quickened your heart. Stopped your heart. “Who was it this time?”
The sharpness of the siren pierced the air. She cringed and curled up in a corner.
Then came the giver of comfort. “Don’t worry child, listen closely, for it is a song.”
One day a little boy was outside and he heard a siren. “What’s that?” he thought. Getting up from his sandox he bounded to the front yard. Looking away, he noticed that no one was around. Being curious, he started down the silent sidewalk toward the edge of the the cul de sac.
One day a little boy was outside and he heard a siren. “What’s that?” he thought. Getting up from his sandox he bounded to the front yard. Looking around, he noticed that no one was around. being curious, he started down the silent sidewalk.
the sirens got louder and louder. the picture got smaller and smaller. i couldnt run fast enough. the feelings seem to be getting better and stronger but i knew sitting there wouldnt make anything any better or worse. this is what feels to be winning.
she sat on the rock, her face a mask of grief. she sang, and every time someone got hurt. a salty tear escaped her eye as she went again to pull the pallid body up onto the beach.
The siren broke the laughter around the dinner table. Father grabbed my arm and pulled me though the kitchen to the yard. He turned screaming for mother to hurry. Lifting me into his strong arms we ran into the shelter. Only a few bites were eaten from my plate and my tummy growled as the planes began to roar overhead.
The loudest sound ive ever heard when im trying to sleep -_- grrr
the mermaid sang a haunting song, enchanting the poor fisherman. the crash was loud enough for a nearby town to hear, but they were too late to save the sailors…. lost to the abyss. the sirens sat on the rock and laughed.
A siren is a wake up call.
A siren is a warning.
A siren is a beautiful sound an and alluring trap.
Listen carefully, do you hear the siren?
My mind went blank and I ran.
I ran as fast as I could forever.
But my mind turned me in.
Because no matter how much I ran, I could not rid the blood from my hands, my mind, my eyes.
My mind went blank and I ran.
I ran as fast as I could forever.
But my mind turned me in.
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it sounded like one siren, but there were more. at least two. in unison, in harmony, a chorus of temptation leading me their way. some might say astray. torn between their call and my mission, i made the only choice I could: off this path, my path, which i saw was not mine at all. crashing against the rocks was a hard surprise to miss. like the ocean slowly eroding the shore, with every caress another layer removed. The last sound i heard were sirens of a different kind, loud machinations atop the ambulance and cop cars, louder as they approached me. louder until i could see how good it is to be free.
Whenever she hears a siren, her mind goes blank. She wants to run, she wants to hide.
She’s never done anything wrong.
It’s just her past lives catching up to her.
The sirens call to me from the dark depths of the ocean. Or maybe from just down the street, calling with flashing red lights. Hopefully not with a “blue-light special.”
The siren blew, shocking everyone within earshot. The rain splattered the ground and buildings, and the wind whooshed past everything epicly. The siren echoed through the city as the tornado ripped through the town, destroying everything in its path. Little children screamed in fear and everyone ran for cover. The siren was very loud.
The sound grew louder and louder, Theo didn’t know what to do other than to sit there and talk. Talk as his pregnet wife was in the fetal position on the floor. He could only talk while he waiting for someone to come rescue her. To rescue them, to rescue their future family
She was a siren song, a distraction. The ackward intensity of their relationship had reached it’s peak, the inevitable breaking point approached them rapidly.
What do you call a chicken?
oh poopbutt.
o boy i lvoe your sweet teriyaki
love, my hands are made of fried fish fingers
what’s a cowpump
a nipple fudgeling?
ah you like the dumplings
myeee myooo i love digglet
Beautiful creatures in the ocean. Luring me in. I want to go in. What will happen? Will I be lost under your spell forever? Maybe that’s the way it is intended to be… maybe your spell is where I’ll find true happiness. The ocean is so calming and your eyes are so welcoming… I want to go in… I want to dive in….
The loud siren blared from the firehouse as the men scrambled to find their shoes, pants, and maybe a 20 for the bars when they were finished. The excitement and terror of the day ended at 9pm, as the saviors drove back into the world, leaving the ash coated rubble behind them, walls still smoking.
it was a cold day. you could just tell there was something wrong with sky before you even walked outside. I could hear the thunder far off in the distance. i even thought i was beginning to see lightning, but who knows.
There was an emergency up ahead. Maybe a car accident. Death or injuries. Red lights, blue lights, loud noises. Lots of emergency vehicles and personnel. Fire, police and medical people. are converging on the scen.
i think of the odyssey, and the sirens that seduced odysseus. they were beautiful creatures that lured him to their world. there are many things within the modern world that are sirens for people – money, drugs, clothing, new cars, etc. all of these things increase a person’s greed, lure them in with their textures and possess the mind with want.
The siren called, luring all men within earshot closer. It mattered not, to them, what happened next, so long as they could hear her voice.
Siren, on the horizon. I knew it was her the moment I saw that thin shape. Oh how I missed her songs, the lure of her enticing speach. Her eyes, drowning me and swallowing me. I always thought she turly loved me, I was special to her. But I was nothing more than a meal, I was nothing to her. Not even a blip on her radar.
To me, she was everything. The sun, the stars, the moon. My everything, I lived her. Breathed her. LOVED her.
Sirens are very loud and cause a lot of attention. Often times the purpose of a siren is to alert people of an emergency, especially if the siren is caused from an ambulance, fire truck, or a police car. They may not always be for emergencies though; they can be alarms that alert people of time.
The chocolate called to me with the siren call of silky luscious delicate candies that only a chocolate lover can hear. Like velvet on my tongue, the candy bar melted slowly, sweetly. With exquisite joy I closed my eyes and let the chocolate have me! Take me, take me now!
Un mundo, mil ideas, ningún hecho
The blaring of the siren awakens me with a start. I can see the wildly flashing lights outside my window, painting my room panicked red, ghostly white, deadly blue. I shoot out of my bed, into my jacket, and out the door, and there he is, covered in that panicked red, face turning that ghostly white, lips already deadly blue.
A noise. Maybe it symbolises death. Rushing. Panicking. Get out of my way! It’s a sign, something needs to get somewhere quickly. Move. Now.
I shook my head as the flashing lights and sirens of the police cars filled the air. They were too late. They would have let him go sooner or later anyways. He had been good about hiding his evidence, but not good enough. It was unfortunate I happened to be his witness. At least this way I knew justice would prevail. He was guilty, his trial was in my arms, his verdict in the fear in his eyes, and his sentence of death given with a piercing bite. I smiled as I licked the warm blood from my lips.
The echo of the siren wailed through the night, announcing that something was terribly wrong. I found her in her bed, bottle of pills in her hand, computer open beside her. Word was up on the screen with one short sentence. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it anymore.
I heard the siren going off through the ceiling of my basement apartment. Why am I awake this early I thought to myself. I pulled the pillow back over my face and screamed. AHHHHHHH. Then the ceiling caved in. My house was on fire.
Scream siren. Let out your wail. Let the heavens know something is afoot. Scream loud and we’ll all join your call.
uhhhh siren really? i hope this is referring to those killer babe hotties in like greek mythology. I mean with all the men happening a lesbian has to look for some sort of female in them. SERISIOULY A SIREN.
The siren call of the waves hypnotised the sailor. He felt as if he was one with waves. He felt as though he was flotsam. Part of the ever expanding and dispersing of the minute particles that drifted through the ocean. The ocean that regulated life on Earth.
‘he is just a policeman blowing his siren.saving cats up a tree.walking old ladies across the street.but you,my dear,you,you have just saved millions of lives
Fire trucks and Ambulances have sirens. WEEE OOH WEEE OOOH