Tag: words

I just knew what you were going to say
I was innocent
But the words just don’t come out
I decide to go undercover
He must be a very great poet
Numbers are important, yes, but so are names
You used to loan me books
This is going to work, I tell myself
I am ready for anything
We don’t even exist
He was loud, boastful, vain, domineering
I’m a worrier and cynic at heart
He couldn’t remember surfacing
… and then they all raced into the trees
If you want to go, go
There must be an answer
Now I can go home, the danger is past
Her face, she thought, was too small, her chin too narrow
It’s all a misunderstanding
This isn’t a game you’re playing
He stared at the paper with curious intentness
Hey! Come out o’ there, you!
You don’t like it? Go find another universe!
What do I care what other people think?
There was plenty to fear
You don’t have to put up with that
Everything will happen as you want it
They do not make judgements
It’s been a long time
It would be difficult, but not impossible
Still, there are things we want but cannot have
Anywhere else, it would not have gone over very well
Riddled by shotgun blasts and the occasional hunting round
It was a feeling that couldn’t last
Mon cœur s’est pris au miracle des îles
That’s how so many things happen
The air was brisk, and the tall, old stone building imposing
There must be a long compound German word for …
He might be free
I had no particular views on the subject
He can’t help looking a little trapped there
Everybody said what a nice time it had been
Did you have any luck? Not a bit