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Desperation is what I’m feeling right now. I desperately need a job, friends, to get out of the freaking house. I don’t like living with this kind of desperation but it is a way of living that can’t be changed easily.
By tig6 URL on 05.11.2014
Hands, nailed, to a tree. Sweating blood, it’s the future he can see.
He wants to pass the cup, so very ready to give up. His broken heart palpitates so painfully in his chest – father – he cries out. His desperation no one could ever best. He takes the cup. It is finished, he kisses you and embraces me.
By Jose on 05.11.2014
Desperation number one, finishing college,
Learn that those are the things I do not want
Desperation calls for a better day,
I wanna skip time!
By peachtea URL on 05.11.2014
With a strength borne of desperation, she clawed at the thick smooth ice until at last her fingernails found purchase.
By mrsmig URL on 05.11.2014
I can’t think of anything to write. Jeez, that timer’s going fast. Wait, here’s a thought….ahh, if only I had more time! Please, just a few seconds more? I think I’ve really got something…
By Brian on 05.11.2014
She had no job and no money. Three children to look after and no idea where the money was coming from to feed them. In her desperation she stole a loaf of bread from the local grocers.
By Alexandra URL on 05.11.2014
Where to turn? Or to whom? He does not know. Should he scream? Probably not. But maybe he will? Then again: when?
By soil on 05.11.2014
Sweaty palms, cold face, and of course the shakes. She becomes clumsier with each grab, each sharp spike of breath, jagged. Her eyes are so wide you could fall into them–i only she would look at you for longer than a split second.
The world flies apart into only its facets.
By Yona URL on 05.11.2014
I was in desperation this week trying to work hard as I could to keep customers from leaving my company.
By Vixen Black URL on 05.11.2014
I held her in my arms, chanting desperately, “Don’t go, don’t go, don’t leave me,” as I kissed her on her lips; she’s no longer warm, she was cold. “I love you,” Yes, I love you, and not even death could do us part.
By lucina URL on 05.11.2014
….lol im waiting for the lil
By Ann Marie on 05.11.2014
i suppose many people get visited by the black dog once in their life. and when that time comes, it’s good to have a shelf, even a whole storage room full of memories bottled up like good wine, to open up in one particularly dark night, so that the spirits of the past may fill your nostrils and dye your tongue with the taste of happiness, when you had all but forgotten about that falvour.
By berenique URL on 05.11.2014
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.