She switched on the light in the room but it didn’t work. She looked at the cupboard in the corner, it seemed like something was moving but she couldn’t tell in the dark. Her heart skipped a beat as she faced her worst fears: She would have to enter the room in the dark.
You switched on me. Just like that – one day we don’t speak and you have some one new. Now you want to switch back this way. The problem with the switch is that I never know when it is time for you to change again. Do I throw anymore time and love into someone who is able to switch off?
It was so obvious to the girls, they must have been switched at birth. They had been born at the same hospital, on the same day, close the the same time, and they lived right next to each other. Why did no one else realize that they should be with the other family — I mean it was as plain as the nose on one’s face that they were in the wrong place.
If she could have switched things up so that her personality was more captivating to him she would. As it were, she felt that she wasn’t good enough at the present time, and she knew that that was something she had to work on within her own self.
Hand over hand over… fuck
She didn’t want to be here anymore, her partner’s plump buttocks scooting upwards in front of her. She’d come for the wine, the sex, the way this place could make her dirtiest hentai dreams reality. She didn’t come for fucking adventure.
Give it to me, he demanded in a way that flickered with a question just at its edge. That made her pause, a pause she stumbled over, trying to continue walking in a way that wouldn’t give her away yet. Something was giving him away. Her instructor, there was something under the surface. It seemed almost – unfathomably – like he was afraid of her. She smirked, just a little, something else she wouldn’t let him see. She was still walking, arms outstretched to give him back his hallowed book, but wherever the upped hand was, he no longer had it.
“Yer gonna get yerself switched if you keep acting like that!” The Skeleton King removed on of his bones and waved it threateningly. “You and your brother had better straighten up this instant!”
Flicked off, and there’s the kind of dark only the moon can quell, but the moon’s out tonight, and damn, she looks like it don’t matter that Martina’s gone and he’s sitting here alone with a cold beer crooning away on the guitar, and he’s glad now, that those lights switched off with that twitchy power surge, because now he’s got the moon to love, and that’s all he ever needed.
I switched my pair of shoes for a heavier pair. Walking in those fancy brown ones made me feel a little pretentious on this 60 mile pilgrimage. I may as well have been driving past the whole entourage in a jeep.
She slapped on her watch. She was late. She slung on her backpack as she ran. Boots would have to wait, she needed to get to Blueberry Hill immediately.
Lyrique looked at her hands, confused. They were larger. Dark. Lancelin was equally confused.
Lyrique looked up, and looked into a mirror. “What the- !” she said, then stopped, stunned. Her voice came out deep, smooth; just like the voice of the boy who should have been standing in front of her, where her doppelgänger stood.
Light bursts and you scrunch your eyes tighter. Light pours into the room, and you are torn from dreaming. Daylight switches on, your morning begins. Your soul curls into a tighter ball beneath your bed sheets.
It never ocurred to me how quickly it could happen. just like that.. everything switched around to be exactly what it wasnt. I wasn’t sure how to react at first. everything that was up was now down.. and visa versa. I laid there. just appreciating it all. waiting until it would happen again.
they suddenly switched
they switched all of a sudden
suddenly is no longer a word
switches will now be sluggish
not as vainglorious
and definitely not confined to lights
The inside of my mouth is dry. What they are saying I don’t even hear anymore. Switched. They switched us. How did I not know I didn’t belong there? Maybe because they loved me regardless of whether or not I was theirs biologically. But I can’t help but wonder what other life I could have had.
Normally you would have switched the operating mechanism of your thought provider to auto pilot by now; allowing it to free fly during that period of time when your side of the earth is looking outward into the galaxy for clues of a darker and more infinite nature than those illuminated by the sun. But sometimes there is a glitch in the daily processing, and by the time darkness has stretched itself to its full expanse, you find yourself careening through it without a flight manual and no recollection of how to get your thoughts back on route before the stygian mountain hits.
It was like someone inside of her was flicking a light switch constantly. When it was switched up, her mood was up and she was happy and normal. Whenever it was switched down, her mood turned depressing and lost. She didn’t know what to do anymore..
break apart and trade places; can’t you see this isn’t what i want. somewhere along the line we became two separate desires and that’s not changed. we should switch places, trade dreams, find another way to function in between these worlds we’ve created around ourselves. nothing will be the same or wander apart. we’ll only have these strange, dark places, these strange dark dream
“dont think about it, just do it already!” that was the answer. I took a deep breath, and switched the mosquito repellent with corrosive bleach. I climbed back over the fence. She high-fived me. I had a weird feeling in my gut, I was afraid, but I kept it to myself.
The next day, in the news, there, right on the front page. He’d died. I ran upstairs, fearing the worst. Nothing happened.
The knock came 2 days later. They found fingerprints. one by one, they scanned my parents and siblings. I went to the washroom. Look into the mirror for the last time, then slide out the knife.
They had switched the cups of wine when the king’s back was turned, but the young pageboy had seen it, and he dove for the high table and drank the alleged poison down in greedy gulps. As he dropped the goblet, his face turned a very furious shade of purple, before, choking, he collapsed into the hay, where the bones of the royal family’s last meal still lay, gnawed at by the irritable rats that were looking for more substantial scraps.
The machine zapped, and just like that, their bodies had switched. Keira knew who she was, yet she was in Jen’s body! Looking at her own body from afar, she suddenly saw less to criticize. Maybe she wasn’t so ugly and misshapen, after all.
She was switched out at birth. Born to a mother who wouldn’t or couldn’t keep her, sent away for adoption. Years later she found out who had signed the papers and went to find them. And we in turn found out about her. Ahhh to have escaped from that home.
Lucky.
That day I had worked a shift over 30 hours, it wasn’t uncommon. Some nurses go over 48 hours on a shift. So at that point everything was hazy in my head, and in all honesty, working in the prenatal room… They all looked the same. Every baby looked exactly the same.
So when the girl approached and demanded to know if I had handed her the right baby so many nights ago… I had no idea. No clue at all.
At what point was that switch, switched? Was it before or after I let down my guard and allowed myself to fall in love with you? Is that when you changed your mind? Is that when you decided that this was going to be too tough to move ahead with? Because now I’m left carrying this torch that lights a path for myself only.
So many times, I come here thinking about that song by Sting, “One World is Enough.” That’s funny, no? No. I’m all switched up and ready to write. There’s not much to write in one minute about one word. When I think of switched, I think of that switch blade that I bought in Mexico. Man, that thing was monstrous. Meanwhile, this switched exercise is all done.
He switched stances at the plate and swung a big one, straight over the line of his site. A switch which made him what he was in his mind. He switched from the failure of his reality, to the electric plug of his dreams.
I wanted it. I wanted it more than her. It was a simple thing; a gold necklace with diamonds nestled in a wide broach. It was her grandmother’s. But I deserved it. It’s the law of nature–take what you want because you can.
The tables were turned. For the first time he could feel the coldness travelling through his veins. He could cringe at the feeling he had brought upon so many others before him, without thinking twice about it. Now the tables were turned. He was feeling it…he had lost his power and he could never get it back.
They switched me and her, when we were babies. No one noticed but my fairy godmother tells me it was so. I’m a lady but live in a patched cottage, of noble blood but mixing with urchins.
She switched on the light in the room but it didn’t work. She looked at the cupboard in the corner, it seemed like something was moving but she couldn’t tell in the dark. Her heart skipped a beat as she faced her worst fears: She would have to enter the room in the dark.
You switched on me. Just like that – one day we don’t speak and you have some one new. Now you want to switch back this way. The problem with the switch is that I never know when it is time for you to change again. Do I throw anymore time and love into someone who is able to switch off?
It was so obvious to the girls, they must have been switched at birth. They had been born at the same hospital, on the same day, close the the same time, and they lived right next to each other. Why did no one else realize that they should be with the other family — I mean it was as plain as the nose on one’s face that they were in the wrong place.
If she could have switched things up so that her personality was more captivating to him she would. As it were, she felt that she wasn’t good enough at the present time, and she knew that that was something she had to work on within her own self.
Climbers:
Hand over hand over… fuck
She didn’t want to be here anymore, her partner’s plump buttocks scooting upwards in front of her. She’d come for the wine, the sex, the way this place could make her dirtiest hentai dreams reality. She didn’t come for fucking adventure.
(not that good…)
Instructor:
Give it to me, he demanded in a way that flickered with a question just at its edge. That made her pause, a pause she stumbled over, trying to continue walking in a way that wouldn’t give her away yet. Something was giving him away. Her instructor, there was something under the surface. It seemed almost – unfathomably – like he was afraid of her. She smirked, just a little, something else she wouldn’t let him see. She was still walking, arms outstretched to give him back his hallowed book, but wherever the upped hand was, he no longer had it.
“Yer gonna get yerself switched if you keep acting like that!” The Skeleton King removed on of his bones and waved it threateningly. “You and your brother had better straighten up this instant!”
Flicked off, and there’s the kind of dark only the moon can quell, but the moon’s out tonight, and damn, she looks like it don’t matter that Martina’s gone and he’s sitting here alone with a cold beer crooning away on the guitar, and he’s glad now, that those lights switched off with that twitchy power surge, because now he’s got the moon to love, and that’s all he ever needed.
I switched my pair of shoes for a heavier pair. Walking in those fancy brown ones made me feel a little pretentious on this 60 mile pilgrimage. I may as well have been driving past the whole entourage in a jeep.
She slapped on her watch. She was late. She slung on her backpack as she ran. Boots would have to wait, she needed to get to Blueberry Hill immediately.
I switched seats with my older brother on the roller-coaster because he didn’t want to be on the side.
The boy looked down at his new body.
Or rather, the sixty-year-old woman looked down at her old body…?
Switching bodies is a tricky business even for witches with that many years of experience.
Drat, she had forgotten to deal with the police.
Lyrique looked at her hands, confused. They were larger. Dark. Lancelin was equally confused.
Lyrique looked up, and looked into a mirror. “What the- !” she said, then stopped, stunned. Her voice came out deep, smooth; just like the voice of the boy who should have been standing in front of her, where her doppelgänger stood.
You were doing fine
Then you switched back to old ways
Today try again
Light bursts and you scrunch your eyes tighter. Light pours into the room, and you are torn from dreaming. Daylight switches on, your morning begins. Your soul curls into a tighter ball beneath your bed sheets.
We switched our pencils, Casey taking my purple pencil while I took her black mechanical pencil. Both of us grinned, sastified at our exchange.
It never ocurred to me how quickly it could happen. just like that.. everything switched around to be exactly what it wasnt. I wasn’t sure how to react at first. everything that was up was now down.. and visa versa. I laid there. just appreciating it all. waiting until it would happen again.
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jhhjh
they suddenly switched
they switched all of a sudden
suddenly is no longer a word
switches will now be sluggish
not as vainglorious
and definitely not confined to lights
The inside of my mouth is dry. What they are saying I don’t even hear anymore. Switched. They switched us. How did I not know I didn’t belong there? Maybe because they loved me regardless of whether or not I was theirs biologically. But I can’t help but wonder what other life I could have had.
Normally you would have switched the operating mechanism of your thought provider to auto pilot by now; allowing it to free fly during that period of time when your side of the earth is looking outward into the galaxy for clues of a darker and more infinite nature than those illuminated by the sun. But sometimes there is a glitch in the daily processing, and by the time darkness has stretched itself to its full expanse, you find yourself careening through it without a flight manual and no recollection of how to get your thoughts back on route before the stygian mountain hits.
It was like someone inside of her was flicking a light switch constantly. When it was switched up, her mood was up and she was happy and normal. Whenever it was switched down, her mood turned depressing and lost. She didn’t know what to do anymore..
I switched the magic shoes and they didn’t even notice. Ha ha! What havoc a villain can wreak with just one small gesture.
break apart and trade places; can’t you see this isn’t what i want. somewhere along the line we became two separate desires and that’s not changed. we should switch places, trade dreams, find another way to function in between these worlds we’ve created around ourselves. nothing will be the same or wander apart. we’ll only have these strange, dark places, these strange dark dream
ok what to do?
“dont think about it, just do it already!” that was the answer. I took a deep breath, and switched the mosquito repellent with corrosive bleach. I climbed back over the fence. She high-fived me. I had a weird feeling in my gut, I was afraid, but I kept it to myself.
The next day, in the news, there, right on the front page. He’d died. I ran upstairs, fearing the worst. Nothing happened.
The knock came 2 days later. They found fingerprints. one by one, they scanned my parents and siblings. I went to the washroom. Look into the mirror for the last time, then slide out the knife.
They had switched the cups of wine when the king’s back was turned, but the young pageboy had seen it, and he dove for the high table and drank the alleged poison down in greedy gulps. As he dropped the goblet, his face turned a very furious shade of purple, before, choking, he collapsed into the hay, where the bones of the royal family’s last meal still lay, gnawed at by the irritable rats that were looking for more substantial scraps.
The machine zapped, and just like that, their bodies had switched. Keira knew who she was, yet she was in Jen’s body! Looking at her own body from afar, she suddenly saw less to criticize. Maybe she wasn’t so ugly and misshapen, after all.
She was switched out at birth. Born to a mother who wouldn’t or couldn’t keep her, sent away for adoption. Years later she found out who had signed the papers and went to find them. And we in turn found out about her. Ahhh to have escaped from that home.
Lucky.
That day I had worked a shift over 30 hours, it wasn’t uncommon. Some nurses go over 48 hours on a shift. So at that point everything was hazy in my head, and in all honesty, working in the prenatal room… They all looked the same. Every baby looked exactly the same.
So when the girl approached and demanded to know if I had handed her the right baby so many nights ago… I had no idea. No clue at all.
At what point was that switch, switched? Was it before or after I let down my guard and allowed myself to fall in love with you? Is that when you changed your mind? Is that when you decided that this was going to be too tough to move ahead with? Because now I’m left carrying this torch that lights a path for myself only.
I switched places with my sister so she can be first in line. I like to switch my colors on my notebook sometimes.
He switched the light on and witnessed the scene with eyes half-closed in sarcastic gaze.
She lay on the floor in a pool of red paint and strangled, half there and here. He was done.
So many times, I come here thinking about that song by Sting, “One World is Enough.” That’s funny, no? No. I’m all switched up and ready to write. There’s not much to write in one minute about one word. When I think of switched, I think of that switch blade that I bought in Mexico. Man, that thing was monstrous. Meanwhile, this switched exercise is all done.
He switched stances at the plate and swung a big one, straight over the line of his site. A switch which made him what he was in his mind. He switched from the failure of his reality, to the electric plug of his dreams.
I wanted it. I wanted it more than her. It was a simple thing; a gold necklace with diamonds nestled in a wide broach. It was her grandmother’s. But I deserved it. It’s the law of nature–take what you want because you can.
The tables were turned. For the first time he could feel the coldness travelling through his veins. He could cringe at the feeling he had brought upon so many others before him, without thinking twice about it. Now the tables were turned. He was feeling it…he had lost his power and he could never get it back.
She clicked form one screen to another. “I dunno let me look,” she said.
Janice hardly noticed the pause and kept talking as Susan switched between screens.
“Uh huh, uh huh…”
They switched me and her, when we were babies. No one noticed but my fairy godmother tells me it was so. I’m a lady but live in a patched cottage, of noble blood but mixing with urchins.