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By just582 URL on 09.13.2011
I remember once I guilted a boy in class to trade me his holographic Charizard card for a few meaningless pokemon cards. I didn’t feel bad until I saw him crying later in the hallway. I traded him his Charizard back.
By kai URL on 09.13.2011
She traded her soul for his. The dearest show of love. Yet, in return she only received his betrayal. His knife was sheathed between her pale breast–the very ones he had clung to the night before. How tragic.
By Nicole Hawthorne on 09.13.2011
I used to trade stickers with my friends. We would secretly meet at recess and exchange fuzzy and pretty stickers. We wouldn’t let people join our trading club sometimes. Why? I don’t know. They were just stickers. Hm. What a fun time!!!
By Sarah on 09.13.2011
It is good business now a days. One can get income through this.
By Alia on 09.13.2011
For 25 years he plied his trade. He was expert carpenter, lords and ladies from miles around sought his artistry for their keeps. But he made barely enough to put food on his table when the winters were harsh.
By M Daly URL on 09.13.2011
Trade, trade-off. What have I traded off for where I am now? What could I have traded for instead? I trade off health for vices. I trade off sanity for sweets. All for today, nothing for tomorrow. No foundation. Nowhere to go but up.
By MsAmbassador on 09.13.2011
the practice of swopping goods or services for those of someone else. essentially what makes the world go round.
By ruth on 09.13.2011
sometimes i wish i could trade my brain for other’s peoples bc i feel like i don’t know a lot about the world
By Alexa on 09.13.2011
trade is just a marketting strategy of online free lancers and investers in order to earn some extra income online. online trade is having two type : normal and binary.
By Daksh URL on 09.13.2011
I remember playing this game with my family and some friends once. I don’t remember the name, but it was a card game about trading commodities. It was really fast-paced, you sit around the table and trade cards and there’s lots of yelling and passing cards. The goal is to get all of a certain kind. We were playing once and it’s my friends FAVORITE game in the world, she gets really into it. She was sitting next to my brother and he got his last card 2 seconds before she got her last card, and she turned to him and screamed in his face. It was so funny, because she’s so laid back and calm and she flipped out over that game.
By Alison URL on 09.13.2011
$60 for ten minutes, girl, can’t argue with that.
Watch me, she said.
He saw the glint of metal only seconds before the hole was blown through his skull.
Not a fair trade, she’d thought, a mere 60 bucks for any amount of time with such a scumbag.
By ris on 09.13.2011
You give something to get something. If you give a coin, you get a dollar. A cow for a horse. you can give a flower for a field.
By Michael on 09.13.2011
fair, exchange, give one for something else, ideas, content,share, out, barter, coffee,overseas, foreign company fair trade
By Deb URL on 09.13.2011
I wanted to trade lives with her so bad. It wasn’t that I wanted her life, I just wanted to be a girl, she could have crushes on boys. Something I so desperately desired.
By vince URL on 09.13.2011
i like to trade things – lots of things – like smiles for instance – have you ever traded a smile with a baby? so fun! i like to trade hugs too – nothing feels better when you’re tired and discouraged than to trade a hug with someone you love. let’s see – oh the trade center..
By Kathie URL on 09.13.2011
Trade, if I could trade something in for something new. Would I trade the fact that I wish I’d never smoked cigarettes. I believe I would, I have few regrets in my life and the fact that I smoked for 16 years is one of them. I don’t know why I started, I guess I must of thought it was cool. Although I’ve quit now for almost two years, it’s probably shortened my time left on this planet. Ok, now what my train of thought sort of stopped there and I feel like it has been longer than 60 seconds. The reason being is that I wasn’t signed up so the timer didn’t go, well I’m signed up now and time is almost up.
By NSugarman URL on 09.13.2011
trade is all about business, and that’s all i think of it as, because of the fact, that i am a business and architecture orientated person. :)))))))
By Emma URL on 09.13.2011
Trade is the unyielding need to give one thing to another in exchange from something needed or desired. It’s the centerpiece behind the modern economy and even pertains to barter,
By Mykle Beck URL on 09.13.2011
trade your life away for what it’s worth
if it holds worth at all
will you stand up for what you believe
or will you let us fall?
By Ellen on 09.13.2011
The other day I traded love with another human being. She dashed my heart and I crumpled hers. I realize now that we both were wrong and the only thing left to trade is compassion and apology.
i trade my thoughts to an old robot for a quick walk down his talk pipe and in there i see fright and i wish my lines were tight as the blue birds flight but when i look to the west i get no rest because i fucked with the best now ill die like the rest.
By andreas panagore on 09.13.2011
The witch laughed, a coarse, grating sound.
“You want your brother back, do you? Well, too bad, you fool, the dead belong to me! Although…”
Her colorless eyes racked over the girls body, taking in the dichotomy of shaking knees and a determined stare.
“You’ve shown some great chutzpa in coming here to me, quite brave, yes. I like that. Alright, a life for a life.”
She clapped her hands. An elderly man appeared in a whiff of smoke, holding a cane. The witch took the staff in his moment of disorientation and tossed it to her protester.
“A life for a life. Take this old geezer off my hands and I might be able to bring your brother back for you. It’s symbolic, really, innocent blood to pay the price for the dead. You have 20 seconds. Go.”
A fair trade, Amy thought, as she picked up the staff. Not going back empty-handed to that crying mother of mine. God forgive me.
By Ris URL on 09.13.2011
She had no idea as to why he wanted to meet with her. The word ‘trade’ slipped out of his lips and many thoughts came rushing to her. Out of those many ideas, not one was plausible. Just what in the world did he want to trade and why with her of all people? She frowned, brows deepening at the possibility.
By Ciante URL on 09.13.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.