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I am on the edge of my seat. I click on to the entry button and wait to see what the word is and the word is up to here and it is staggered over one minute.
By Robert Kohlhammer on 05.18.2018
The time-machine malfunctioned again. She would not come out at the time she was expected. Now she wondered, how much the machine would put her wrong again? A few minutes? An hour? Would not be critical, they had that covered. Anything more and she might be too late.
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By Jack URL on 05.18.2018
one step, another, a third, his legs like the twisted branches of a graveyard tree, his hand extended forwards and shaking as he snatched for my sleeve.
“Please, he said. “If you would only –”
“Not in a million years.”
“A million point three?”
By asdfghjk on 05.18.2018
lost within the swamp, staggered, limbs hanging against sides,
the way marred with bloodied feet
and the darkness broken across his brow
and the endless forest with its maw opening
By batteryman on 05.18.2018
Two lollipops met in the middle around the same time, drops of human spit and high fructose staggered through bits of sweet mist, while they kissed. Am I still in my own eyes? Does it count if it’s part of the time? Everything counts, of course, on something, until it might be.
By smurfstoestar on 05.18.2018
She waited for the group to go in ahead of her and then ducked through the door. The bar was stuffed to the brim. She weaved her way through the bodies, trying to make as little contact as possible. Any proof she was here, any at all, and she was toast. Better to stay invisible.
By Bridget Grace on 05.18.2018
Writings that came
tumbling out his hands
battered between the paper and pen
the bleeding ink
staggered all over
filling the cracks
and crevices of the fated canvas
the final words
in his story.
By Lynn on 05.18.2018
She was drunk, and she was sweating, and as she staggered toward the bus stop, she was groping for the wall as if it would hold her body up. She knew she shouldn’t have downed so many bourbon shots – but it was Friday. THE Friday. The anniversary she dreaded reliving. She finally managed to get to the bus stop bench and practically faceplanted onto the splintered wood.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 05.18.2018
All things in life is best if its in a staggered way. be it wealth, trials, hardhisps, good or bad, they need to be staggered so i can handle them easily.
By Shanmuga on 05.18.2018
The king was staggered by the crowd
By Victor Hurtado on 05.18.2018
She staggered through part of the way and rode in a wheelchair for the rest of the way, but she completed the challenge.
By okayfine on 05.18.2018
Whether you stagger, walk, run, roll, or crawl through the challenges in your life doesn’t matter. There will always be only two categories of people. Those that make it to the finish and those that don’t. Everything else is just noise.
By Kristian Pierce on 05.18.2018
you have reached the end of the internet
staggered through gigabytes
seen all that you can see
when there’s nothing left to click for
there is nothing left to live for
reload redesigned restaged
a life made up of bytes and games
shut it down
shut it all the fuck down
By Matt m. on 05.18.2018
their mind staggered to keep up with the brutal pace that he was keeping, she struggled to comprehend what was happening around her as he rigged her to more and more machines littered around the room. Even though she was confused and disoriented one thing was all too clear. She was going to die here.
By Kai Carter on 05.18.2018
He staggered down the creaking, wooden steps, loosely gripping a half empty bottle of booze. “I can’t keep doing this.” He moaned, sitting down at his desk and picking up a pen.
By Livia on 05.18.2018
No course true ever ran smooth, truth being a thing to come to in jumps and starts, a mountain that must be climbed over all the drunken missteps of what we must unknow.
By Lance URL on 05.18.2018
He staggered down the creaking, wooden steps, loosely gripping a half empty bottle of booze. “I can’t keep doing this.” He moaned, sitting down at his desk and picking up a pen. His movements were shaky, he fumbled through his desk, searching for a spare piece of paper to pour his thoughts on.
‘Dear Julia, I know it’s been long since I last wrote, but I can’t hide the way I feel anymore.’
Cross-eyed, she made her way through the crowd. Everything was on a loop, or in a loop around her. She remembered the scene in Finding Nemo, with the turtles and everything tubular, the spinning and how it always made her both excited and nervous to watch. That was how she felt. Excited and nervous. Or like a turtle, stuck in a jetstream, submerged in an ocean.
By thefinalcam on 05.18.2018
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