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I was the third. The third born, the third to get ice cream and the third to die. I could feel my fate coming, it made the air pungent with the aroma of death.
By mmlf99 URL on 02.07.2014
George Washington’s cock was not only made of gold, it was made of the stuff of legends, which admittedly, a cock of gold sounds legendary already, but this one sailed across the Delaware with a burning sword in hand, and his golden cock. Any man who challenged him soon found that even time stood still, for George Washington.
By Daniel Damian URL on 02.07.2014
What comes first is never perfect. The second is an opportunity to improve on the first. Third time is, as they say, the charm. Good things come in Threes i suppose.
By Augusta Soeryadjaya on 02.07.2014
anything that is not first is worthless to me.
By Yasmine on 02.07.2014
Third place is always the worst, you think.
First is best–you’ve known that, been taught that since you were a little girl, settle for nothing less–second is only the biggest loser. You know that, too. It’s been ingrained into you, imprinted on your brain, branded searing hot.
But third, not the best of the losers, not the victor in any sense of the word. Yet, there’s still a reward; bronze, nothing to be proud of. Not ever anything to be proud of.
By Jordan URL on 02.07.2014
Third. Third is not first, it is not even second. It is third. Two places behind the best. Two places behind the winner. Third is typically still well respected, but instead of having just missed the best, you missed it by two places. Third children have
By PCL on 02.07.2014
I took third in the Speech Contest last time for Humorous. I want to be first this time. But do I? On flute I’ve always sat third, to play the cool piccolo parts. Not everyone can be third. That has it’s own challenges and I took it for granted that everyone can play the third part.
By Ruth Levitsky URL on 02.07.2014
Third place. I don’t want to write. I’m worried someone’s looking over my shoulder even though I’m facing a wall. Plus, if someone was looking over my shoulder, then they would be the creepy once, seeing as it’s quite a hassle to step behind this narrow aisle by the seats anyway. Why would anyone look over MY shoulder anyway? I’m not doing anything special, besides staying in Starbucks for a few hours with a laptop and books and my binder and what not. Why would they look behind MY shoulder ? Why do I think I’m so special and entitled to all this unwanted attention? I’M NOT SPECIAL. I’m not a lucky snowflake in the world until I prove it. Why should I believe I’m even third placei n the world? Why should I believe I was lucky enough to get to that point? I’m right now mehh place. And it’s not like I’m doomed to be there, unless I believe all these thoughts that I should be, Resistance, which is not personal whatsoever and is the bad in the world and I’m so much better than that. Not that I’m saying I’m special. Because I’m not. Though I want to believe I’m special. But not better. Then why should I try to better anyone else? BECAUSE IT’S NOT ABOUT BETTERING ANYONE ELSE. IT’S ABOUT BEING THE BEST YOU CAN BE. WHICH IS LIMITLESS. REPEAT – LIMIT-LESS. Be who you want to be. You want to be a bestselling authoer? THEN BE A BESTSTELLING AUTHOER. How? By READING A SHITLOAD OF BOOKS TO LEARN FROM THE BEST AND THEN SPENDING HOURS WRITING TO LEARN THE CRAFT. Want to travel teh world? THEN BOOK A TICKET. Don’t have the funds? THEN LEARN HOW TO GET THE FUNDS WITHOUT LOSING MOTIVATION. Nothing is lost. Energy cannot be created nor destroyed; it’s all existing in the universe. I think I’d like science. I like these laws and they can be used for wriitng and life. So, motivation is not created nor destroyed. It’s here. It’s up to me to kick resistance out the door – where does it go? If it can’t be created or destroyed? CHANGED. CHANGED INTO SOMETHING BETTER. SOMETHING GOOD. Taht I can use. That we all can use. Because we are all connected. And anyway, tha’ts how I feel abou tthe world ‘third.”
By McKenna on 02.07.2014
“Please, spare me the lecture, Elaine; I know my place. The third child, not even good enough to be the spare,” she waved her off. “I’ve heard it all before,”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,”
“Oh? Well then, by all means,” she downs the remainder of her glass before slamming it back onto the table. “Enlighten me,”
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 02.07.2014
the third child is going to leave the house because he has to take the honour of his family forward.
By Andreea on 02.07.2014
It is sad to be the third child in the family .First of all you usually have a big age difference with your brothers/sisters.
By marie on 02.07.2014
I watch them file in line. One step, two steps, one foot in front of the other. There is something off about it all. The screams. The lights. The cameras. Maybe it’s the lack of action. One dot next to the other, connected only by a song, a verse, a chorus that I did not write but that I still have to see put into action. But this is what it means to be famous, and so I will take it. Or, rather, this is what it means to be ten degrees off of famous. This is what it’s like to not be first place, or second place — but somewhere into third. A bronze medal for life. I guess that’s what you get for not looking both ways before you cross the street.
By haywirehay URL on 02.07.2014
It was the third time Sara asked Tim to pick his crap up off the floor. Which was odd because Sara was more than a bit of a slob herself. She had just had it with him. Time after time, the lying and cheating and making her feel like it was her imagination. She simply walked out the door and never came back.
By just a girl URL on 02.07.2014
By the time he struck out twice, his third option wasn’t looking so bad. He’s had a few, she may or may not have. Her facial expression narrates the scene for the onlookers: he’s a drunk, desperate mess, one who’s probably going to go home alone tonight to jack off.
By asavas URL on 02.07.2014
A third or my time is spent contemplating what i would like to do with my life, instead of actually living it up.
Too often do i forget of what is truly important and get caught up in the smaller things.
By Neha on 02.07.2014
The third day and the third hour of my trial was the hardest I’d ever faced. It was a trying task, but I was confident that I would succeed in my mission. I had to find it. I didn’t know what it was, where it could be, or even who was tasking me to find it. All I knew was that I needed it. Badly. Or else my life would crumble away in a heartbeat.
By envy on 02.07.2014
third time lucky. A saying that turns out to be rarely true. Third events are always good, but mediocre, 3rd birthday, 3rd place in a marathon, third of rules
By R on 02.07.2014
The third element follows immmediately after the first two. It is the culmination, and like any three pointed structure, makes it the strongest. Thus the third is not just “another one,” but is the key element to creating strength. Sure, we can say that the first two are just as important, but it is a team effort. And in this regard, we are ALL the THIRD.
By Sean on 02.07.2014
Ashley was the tallest point in the Verizon tower of children. Freckles. Droopy pigtails. Then Kim, butterfly hunter, grass-stained girl. Then Tasha, sucking her thumb but watching the world with fierce eyes. She never spoke, just jabbed her fingers at things she wanted or didn’t want. Grunted. At parties her parents quickly assured everyone who listened that she could speak, she just chose not to.
By Yona URL on 02.07.2014
One third of the pie was gone by the time the party was over, so I wrapped up the rest of it and drove to the hospital, where I tried very hard not to be distracted by the spider web of tubes spiraling toward my sister’s body and face. My mother was already sitting with her, hand clasped over cold knuckles, and looked up with a small smile as I delivered the dessert.
“Chelsea’s favorite,” I explained. “Her friends say Happy Birthday.”
By Belinda Roddie URL on 02.07.2014
Being the third person to get the flue in her family, charlie knew exactly what she had waiting for her. She was really dreading the accelerated fever and the monstrous headache.
By Mary on 02.07.2014
I’d rather be first or second than third; but I’d rather be third than fourth or otherwise. Actually, it depends on what the list is.
By Sam on 02.07.2014
he was third in line. they were getting tested for something, or at least that’s what he thought. he wasn’t sure. they hadn’t told them much, but it seemed logical. about five spaces ago he’d started seeing flashes of a needle. sometimes it held a translucent yellow liquid, sometimes it was red, like blood. the lady at the front looked nice though, so how bad could it be?
By firelight URL on 02.07.2014
I was now third in line, which was terrfying and exciting like most new in life are. the girl in front of me was crying, i wanted to comfort her even though i didn’t know her, i mean i didn’t even think she was pretty, i just knew how she was feeling. i wish i could cry.
By Abigail W on 02.07.2014
the third child, reckless and unfettered as a third wheel, free from commitment but in completion not lacking, on the third day it was fulfilled.
By Anna URL on 02.07.2014
Why? Are you not inspired? Cannot get on oneth place? Only third. That’s the only place I could get. Inspiration not running low. I thought I was first, but I am wrong. Third place, third place I am only in your heart.
I should get out of this relationship.Nowhere to go. I wanted it to be only me, but you cannot give that. Why would I share you with anybody? Why? When I could find somebody else.
By roze_princess URL on 02.07.2014
First. Eyes. Sharp. Blue. Kind.
Second. Hands. Strong. Gentle. Safe.
Third. Smile. Wide. Brilliant. Hers.
By cat URL on 02.07.2014
three third graders stand shallow end of the pool. Poly prep “summer experience” swim racing of the last week. Day camp. They shift their weight from foot to foot while waiting to start. It is August, a cool summer day with out the sun. It might rain. A third place ribbon lands in the water, discarded. They can be found all around camp. Pinned to trees, lunch boxes, in the grass. No one wants the third place ribbon. It is the participation trophy.
By Emma URL on 02.07.2014
“Do you love her?”
I stopped, sighed and turned around. It was the third time Drew had asked me that and each time I stayed silent. In my heart, somewhere deep down, I knew I loved Amber. But being as stubborn as I was, I just couldn’t admit it.
“No, I don’t. Honest.”
Little did I know that she’d been listening the whole time.
By AJ Kenobi URL on 02.07.2014
Killen went to meet with the old man for the third time, and returned all his cash. “You don’t seem too put out about this?”, the old man questioned him almost teasing? “Being philosophical? Lessons learned, and all that shit?” Killen smiled. “You could say that.” What he didn’t say was, that two hours before the race started, he found himself with about a hundred and fifty grand left over, and a very nice looking 3 to 1 shot in another race at Doncaster; which, of course, he bet on; and which, of course, won. So by the time he had paid back the old man, and paid off his runners, he was left with just over four hundred grand for his trouble. As the saying goes, “Winner Alright!”
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 02.07.2014
I placed third in the competition. My heart was stuttering and my breath coming short. Here I am standing, in honor, next to the two greatest and I get to say that “Yes, I did do it. And yes I stood there proudly.” I looked over at the winner and second-winner and they looked back at me ith a smile in their eyes and victory in their smile.
By umbazachika URL on 02.07.2014
Third. It is isn’t first. It’s isn’t second. It’s funny how the shame of third isn’t as sharp as the sting of second. You’ve come third.
By Jessica on 02.07.2014
The third Dream Age was one of incredible importance to the history of Ma. This time period brought new advancements to the spiritual development of its people.
By Ruwst on 02.07.2014
Third times the charm is how it usually goes.
When you find love, no one ever knows.
I don’t know how and I don’t know why.
But I found love on my very first try.
By Chris URL on 02.07.2014
I could not believe it.. After all of the years of practicing, and imagining myself on top, at first, I got THIRD place. My whole life has gone into this.. I have nothing else. Who even am I without this? What do I do now? All I know is this.
By lauren URL on 02.07.2014
This is the third time. I can’t forgive him this time. I can’t.
It used to be beautiful. It used to be warm electricity and exquisite aching and tender kisses. Now, it’s a broken, cold thing limping after a dream of better days.
But there won’t be better days. It’s time to let go.
By Summer on 02.07.2014
Third place again. Always third. Never the first. Oh, God, it feels horrible; yes, somehow he is contented, but for the fact that third is almost always last, he wanted, for once, to be first, to be happy. He needed a reassurance that he isn’t as pathetic as he feels.
By jake on 02.07.2014
All right, so this is the third time I’ve encountered the word “third” on this website. Yes. CONSECUTIVELY. I NEED OTHER WORDS. I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. Please. Next word.
By Karina on 02.07.2014
“I do not know this man!” Peter cried out. He heard the rooster make a heartwrenching sound. A rooster.
Then he remembered…
“You will deny me three times before the rooster crows,” said his Master.
Oh, God, forgive me.
What have I done?
By Thea URL on 02.07.2014
By Alex URL on 02.07.2014
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