I woke up in the middle of the night, the significance of the encounter, lost at the time, now fully acute in my minds eye as it leaped into my awareness with all of the heavy weight and sudden shock of witnessing …
I was startled to see the word at the top of the page. It was shocking actually. I was very surprised to see it. I had not seen that word in a long time. It was actually nice to see it. I wonder what wonder full word
i kicked myself back under the covers. the bang happened again and my door sounded as if it splintered. I peered from beneath the covers, only to see that the top hinge had been partially busted off, and in fact, there were splinters jutting out from the door. “damn. she really wants her rent.”
startled is an eerie feeling. it’s different from surprised in a more negative response, yet,not fear or scared. i can’t remember any particularly startling event in my own recent life however, yet many small ones about someone or something with noise, or with unexpected appearance next to me. it’s good to have something between the other words to express our reactions
I jumped out of my skin, realizing that I should be jumping out of a birthday cake instead. Imagine their suprise to see a skinless person where a stripper should have been. Bunch of dumb bastard old people.
I reached inside of my muscles and pulled out my lungs and threw them at those poor retirement home folks. They never knew what hit them.
i am so startled. there was a scary monster and he growled at me and i was so startled. you have no idea. it makes me think of this time that someone hid behind a corner and jumped out and it startled me. this has happend to everyone i bet. its just crazy to hear about people getting startled. and why? what makes humans afraid and able to scare so easily. i guess all animals are
I was startled by the engine. I was so deep in thought after Mark left me and the tension between us hanging there in the parking lot. Did he mean what he said? Did I mean what I said? All I knew was Mark never said he loved me like that before.
I was startled to hear his voice coming from my behind me. Startled not because I didn’t expect him there, but startled because of the depth from which he seemed to speak. It was as if he knew all along I was afraid, as if he was expecting me to run away at any time. It scared me how well he knew me, how easy it was for him to read my thoughts. My lips were hardly moving, and yet he was sure of my intent.
FMJ: I have to let her go. I have no choice. It’s for her own good, really.
THE RAPIST: Why?
FMJ: I am causing her too much pain.
THE RAPIST: What about your pain? You’re in pain, right?
FMJ: I’m beyond pain.
THE RAPIST: Tell me how. Explain.
FMJ: I’m numb. I can’t feel anything but what I want to feel.
THE RAPIST: That’s not numb. That’s normal.
FMJ: Then why am I here?
THE RAPIST: You tell me? Why are you here?
FMJ: I love her. I can’t let her go.
THE RAPIST: You have no choice, you said. Let me ask you this… What do you expect of her?
FMJ: Too much. I expect her to say to me “I am all yours. Let’s go write our own ending”.
THE RAPIST: And you know that won’t happen?
FMJ: Yes and no. I can’t think it will, but she is all I need, and my mind won’t allow me to see reality.
THE RAPIST: Thus causing her pain when you don’t give up…
FMJ: What about my pain? This love, which is a feeling more exciting and crippling than anything I have ever imagined, hurts.
THE RAPIST: So you aren’t numb…
FMJ: I am madly in love with a woman that stirs up so much raw emotion in my being that my life is consumed by dreams of her, thoughts of her, visions of her. I can feel her. I can taste her in the breeze. I want to hold her, stare into her eyes and kiss her so deeply that all of my senses go numb. I want to feel her smooth skin taking refuge in my arms. You tell me, doc. Am I numb? Is there any hope for me?
THE RAPIST: Hope lies in respect and love. If you really have these feelings for her, let her go.
FMJ: You’ve startled me in the brutal honesty of that.
THE RAPIST: You may never get over her, and she may not want you to, but she needs this. You need this.
FMJ: I WILL have her.
THE RAPIST: You are lost. There is no hope for you.
As if the air was sucked from the room, the slap seem to vibrate through the air. All the voices dinging non-solontly through the air comes to a aburpt hult. She stood staring start ahead, her face barely changed, as his hand hovered still over his shoulder. A waiter clicked his teeth
it all happened so fast..i didn’t know what to do with myself. i was never so startled in my life as when I saw it. my heart began to race and my palms instantly covered themselves in perspiration…my breathing became shortened and my bloodpressure shot up like a rocket…i could almost feel the fight vs. flight response kick in.
It’s always hard to get the words past that first moment of ‘Oh my god!’ it’s like everything freezes up – head, heart, body, and you have to wait for the reboot before you can do anything.
I jumped – startled by the loud noises. Was it the fifth of November already? Where had the year gone? I had noticed the weather turning bitingly cold, but my head hadn’t left the pages of the book long enough to notice much else.
This is beginning to drive me a little nuts. You’d think after going through it several times would make a person less surprised when, yet again, it seems that every new place makes you jump through hoop after hoop before you even get to the actual job.
I was startled awake by the cawing of crows. The skies were grey and clouded, like a diseased wound was pulsing above me. How could I find my way when everything seemed so dark? The crows descended, and pecked at the ground, looking at me with a peculiar intrest. They seemed sinister… Just like the clouds.
and he ran away, down the hall to where he wouldn’t find him. to where the shadows would hide him in their cold embrace. halls, halls, halls. neverending and twisting like intestines. still the feet came from behind, gaining, gaining. it was all he could do to keep his heart pumping, his lungs pushing in and out the air he forced.
He stopped. Just two more steps, Come on..come on…Before I knew what had hit me…I was startled by the connection in his eyes and mine, gripping our conciousness and blending the light into a stream. Beating drums echoed off my ears. And so it began.
It frightened me. My skin went from smooth to ridged with bumped, tiny mountains and valleys in a landscape I’d never known before. Someone threw a tiny switch in the back of my brain, and instinct took over.
The burst of light flashes,
I jump.
My eyes go wide,
My ears ring,
I sweat.
I am startled beyond anything,
then I remember the date.
It is a firework.
I relax.
she jumped like a deer a red like blinked on. grass wass frosted with hard crystalline lumps. It feels like a miniature heart ttack. It feels like a starting gun and your whole chest jumps. Americas funniest home videos is often funnier then we give it credit for. A startled face is often the funniest, the most unbridled, the most childlike. It is pure emotion, unbridled and primitive. This is my first time doing one of these how long do I take?
Startled. I don’t like being startled. It’s how I feel in the mornings when I realize I’m late for class, or I should have expected something to be there, but ::surprise!::
I have no bloody idea what the word means, can anyone tell me? I’m startled by it. Hey, is that correct? I guess it is… Hmmm, I’m startled about my intellect… Haha! Yeah, startle this! Startle that! I’m startling the Startler! Whoo! I’m on the move. Obama won, btw.
You startled me, when you approached me for the first time. Its been years that we’ve known each other but now you decide to talk to me? Oh God, I hope you don’t realize how startled I was. You’re talking to me? Don’t act surprised, she can sense your fear. My face is burning up I can feel it! Oh God, now I’m making an ass of myself! Say something… ok that wasn’t bad you saved it! Now get the hell out of there! What’s she doing?! Oh no she’s stepping closer, I’m going to get slapped I know it! Wait… what… what’s she!- oh… i see. Oh God I hope she doesn’t think I’m a bad kisser.
I was startled, and never beforw had it happened to me like this one! It was something different, I was happy about it, and I did not know how it happened. I knew it was the end of life as I know it, it changed me, forever! it happened in just 60 seconds, I wrote a story about the word startled and I was startled to discover that it had all changed… my life would never be the same again!
when was the last time i was startled? i don’t know. maybe.. no, i don’t know. when i finally got the plug into that crazy 6 socket spanish contraption. that startled me after like so long trying
You startled me that day you see
When you came back home singing your soul
Free from all
Free from all
Free from what makes you me
I was glad to see you finished your dues
Said your good byes
and left so high
wear and where
startling eyes
such vocabulary for an eight-year-old
eight going on eighteen, watching beauty and the beast and deciding the the beast’s transformation was startling
doing what they all said she couldn’t
using words they said she shouldn’t know
so what’s changed?
and why does she startle them so?
ae you serious?
the question alone startles
my heart
into restive
ga-thump-ga-thump
rhythm
a bt off the mark of okay
leaning closer
to
omg
are you all right?
and the countertop is hard
against my palm
as that question
are you serious?
echoes in my head
too many times
to count
over and over again, startling my heart
ga-thump-ga-thump
i was startledstartled
to see him there
standing
inthe lonely door
the lonely
door
where ionce was
once was
did it startle
st-st-startle
you too?
that sense of something out of place
in the world
in life
in this moment
in love?
you startled
me
how strange to be startled
It was a sound, I think, that woke us up. I felt him stir next to me, he reached a hand out in the dark and touched my thigh.
Once he was sure I was okay he was up, and the dogs were jingling their collars, following him with their much better eyes as he moved across the room.
The slant of light split the room and ruined my night vision as he opened the curtain. The fires were bright, and the screams that broke the night sent ice water down my spine.
The face peering at me through the mirror’s glass startled me. I recognized it as my own, but it was decidedly different than how I remembered it when my head hit the pillow the night before. It was as if each feature was slightly distorted, tugged a bit to the left or to the right.
Well this game startled me a bit.
I have been startled by a lot of stuff today since the morning.
Like the fact that my theory xams timetable has come up and the exams are starting too eraly this time.Which also means that they will get over early and I will have a good vacation.
I woke up in the middle of the night, the significance of the encounter, lost at the time, now fully acute in my minds eye as it leaped into my awareness with all of the heavy weight and sudden shock of witnessing …
I was startled to see the word at the top of the page. It was shocking actually. I was very surprised to see it. I had not seen that word in a long time. It was actually nice to see it. I wonder what wonder full word
frightened
scared
i kicked myself back under the covers. the bang happened again and my door sounded as if it splintered. I peered from beneath the covers, only to see that the top hinge had been partially busted off, and in fact, there were splinters jutting out from the door. “damn. she really wants her rent.”
startled is an eerie feeling. it’s different from surprised in a more negative response, yet,not fear or scared. i can’t remember any particularly startling event in my own recent life however, yet many small ones about someone or something with noise, or with unexpected appearance next to me. it’s good to have something between the other words to express our reactions
I jumped out of my skin, realizing that I should be jumping out of a birthday cake instead. Imagine their suprise to see a skinless person where a stripper should have been. Bunch of dumb bastard old people.
I reached inside of my muscles and pulled out my lungs and threw them at those poor retirement home folks. They never knew what hit them.
i am so startled. there was a scary monster and he growled at me and i was so startled. you have no idea. it makes me think of this time that someone hid behind a corner and jumped out and it startled me. this has happend to everyone i bet. its just crazy to hear about people getting startled. and why? what makes humans afraid and able to scare so easily. i guess all animals are
I was startled by the engine. I was so deep in thought after Mark left me and the tension between us hanging there in the parking lot. Did he mean what he said? Did I mean what I said? All I knew was Mark never said he loved me like that before.
I was startled to hear his voice coming from my behind me. Startled not because I didn’t expect him there, but startled because of the depth from which he seemed to speak. It was as if he knew all along I was afraid, as if he was expecting me to run away at any time. It scared me how well he knew me, how easy it was for him to read my thoughts. My lips were hardly moving, and yet he was sure of my intent.
FMJ: I have to let her go. I have no choice. It’s for her own good, really.
THE RAPIST: Why?
FMJ: I am causing her too much pain.
THE RAPIST: What about your pain? You’re in pain, right?
FMJ: I’m beyond pain.
THE RAPIST: Tell me how. Explain.
FMJ: I’m numb. I can’t feel anything but what I want to feel.
THE RAPIST: That’s not numb. That’s normal.
FMJ: Then why am I here?
THE RAPIST: You tell me? Why are you here?
FMJ: I love her. I can’t let her go.
THE RAPIST: You have no choice, you said. Let me ask you this… What do you expect of her?
FMJ: Too much. I expect her to say to me “I am all yours. Let’s go write our own ending”.
THE RAPIST: And you know that won’t happen?
FMJ: Yes and no. I can’t think it will, but she is all I need, and my mind won’t allow me to see reality.
THE RAPIST: Thus causing her pain when you don’t give up…
FMJ: What about my pain? This love, which is a feeling more exciting and crippling than anything I have ever imagined, hurts.
THE RAPIST: So you aren’t numb…
FMJ: I am madly in love with a woman that stirs up so much raw emotion in my being that my life is consumed by dreams of her, thoughts of her, visions of her. I can feel her. I can taste her in the breeze. I want to hold her, stare into her eyes and kiss her so deeply that all of my senses go numb. I want to feel her smooth skin taking refuge in my arms. You tell me, doc. Am I numb? Is there any hope for me?
THE RAPIST: Hope lies in respect and love. If you really have these feelings for her, let her go.
FMJ: You’ve startled me in the brutal honesty of that.
THE RAPIST: You may never get over her, and she may not want you to, but she needs this. You need this.
FMJ: I WILL have her.
THE RAPIST: You are lost. There is no hope for you.
As if the air was sucked from the room, the slap seem to vibrate through the air. All the voices dinging non-solontly through the air comes to a aburpt hult. She stood staring start ahead, her face barely changed, as his hand hovered still over his shoulder. A waiter clicked his teeth
it all happened so fast..i didn’t know what to do with myself. i was never so startled in my life as when I saw it. my heart began to race and my palms instantly covered themselves in perspiration…my breathing became shortened and my bloodpressure shot up like a rocket…i could almost feel the fight vs. flight response kick in.
It’s always hard to get the words past that first moment of ‘Oh my god!’ it’s like everything freezes up – head, heart, body, and you have to wait for the reboot before you can do anything.
I jumped – startled by the loud noises. Was it the fifth of November already? Where had the year gone? I had noticed the weather turning bitingly cold, but my head hadn’t left the pages of the book long enough to notice much else.
This is beginning to drive me a little nuts. You’d think after going through it several times would make a person less surprised when, yet again, it seems that every new place makes you jump through hoop after hoop before you even get to the actual job.
I was startled awake by the cawing of crows. The skies were grey and clouded, like a diseased wound was pulsing above me. How could I find my way when everything seemed so dark? The crows descended, and pecked at the ground, looking at me with a peculiar intrest. They seemed sinister… Just like the clouds.
and he ran away, down the hall to where he wouldn’t find him. to where the shadows would hide him in their cold embrace. halls, halls, halls. neverending and twisting like intestines. still the feet came from behind, gaining, gaining. it was all he could do to keep his heart pumping, his lungs pushing in and out the air he forced.
God damn I am startled lol this is startling South Park lol I”M SO STARTLED
He stopped. Just two more steps, Come on..come on…Before I knew what had hit me…I was startled by the connection in his eyes and mine, gripping our conciousness and blending the light into a stream. Beating drums echoed off my ears. And so it began.
I was startled when i met you, i had no idea. It startled you when I told you the truth. i’m glad it happenned this way. Now we are startled together
It frightened me. My skin went from smooth to ridged with bumped, tiny mountains and valleys in a landscape I’d never known before. Someone threw a tiny switch in the back of my brain, and instinct took over.
One word — LOVE
The burst of light flashes,
I jump.
My eyes go wide,
My ears ring,
I sweat.
I am startled beyond anything,
then I remember the date.
It is a firework.
I relax.
she jumped like a deer a red like blinked on. grass wass frosted with hard crystalline lumps. It feels like a miniature heart ttack. It feels like a starting gun and your whole chest jumps. Americas funniest home videos is often funnier then we give it credit for. A startled face is often the funniest, the most unbridled, the most childlike. It is pure emotion, unbridled and primitive. This is my first time doing one of these how long do I take?
Startled. I don’t like being startled. It’s how I feel in the mornings when I realize I’m late for class, or I should have expected something to be there, but ::surprise!::
I have no bloody idea what the word means, can anyone tell me? I’m startled by it. Hey, is that correct? I guess it is… Hmmm, I’m startled about my intellect… Haha! Yeah, startle this! Startle that! I’m startling the Startler! Whoo! I’m on the move. Obama won, btw.
I am startled.
star
start
startled
start the star and get startled
You startled me, when you approached me for the first time. Its been years that we’ve known each other but now you decide to talk to me? Oh God, I hope you don’t realize how startled I was. You’re talking to me? Don’t act surprised, she can sense your fear. My face is burning up I can feel it! Oh God, now I’m making an ass of myself! Say something… ok that wasn’t bad you saved it! Now get the hell out of there! What’s she doing?! Oh no she’s stepping closer, I’m going to get slapped I know it! Wait… what… what’s she!- oh… i see. Oh God I hope she doesn’t think I’m a bad kisser.
startled by sudden
cessation while listening
to Schoenberg
transfigured afternoon
suddenly quiet
around me
even my fingers
paused
I was startled, and never beforw had it happened to me like this one! It was something different, I was happy about it, and I did not know how it happened. I knew it was the end of life as I know it, it changed me, forever! it happened in just 60 seconds, I wrote a story about the word startled and I was startled to discover that it had all changed… my life would never be the same again!
when was the last time i was startled? i don’t know. maybe.. no, i don’t know. when i finally got the plug into that crazy 6 socket spanish contraption. that startled me after like so long trying
You startled me that day you see
When you came back home singing your soul
Free from all
Free from all
Free from what makes you me
I was glad to see you finished your dues
Said your good byes
and left so high
To be scared or shocked by a sudden incident
wear and where
startling eyes
such vocabulary for an eight-year-old
eight going on eighteen, watching beauty and the beast and deciding the the beast’s transformation was startling
doing what they all said she couldn’t
using words they said she shouldn’t know
so what’s changed?
and why does she startle them so?
ae you serious?
the question alone startles
my heart
into restive
ga-thump-ga-thump
rhythm
a bt off the mark of okay
leaning closer
to
omg
are you all right?
and the countertop is hard
against my palm
as that question
are you serious?
echoes in my head
too many times
to count
over and over again, startling my heart
ga-thump-ga-thump
i was startledstartled
to see him there
standing
inthe lonely door
the lonely
door
where ionce was
once was
did it startle
st-st-startle
you too?
that sense of something out of place
in the world
in life
in this moment
in love?
you startled
me
how strange to be startled
It was a sound, I think, that woke us up. I felt him stir next to me, he reached a hand out in the dark and touched my thigh.
Once he was sure I was okay he was up, and the dogs were jingling their collars, following him with their much better eyes as he moved across the room.
The slant of light split the room and ruined my night vision as he opened the curtain. The fires were bright, and the screams that broke the night sent ice water down my spine.
The face peering at me through the mirror’s glass startled me. I recognized it as my own, but it was decidedly different than how I remembered it when my head hit the pillow the night before. It was as if each feature was slightly distorted, tugged a bit to the left or to the right.
its a gay word. very gay.
Well this game startled me a bit.
I have been startled by a lot of stuff today since the morning.
Like the fact that my theory xams timetable has come up and the exams are starting too eraly this time.Which also means that they will get over early and I will have a good vacation.