“Go on!” said Jennifer coldly.
“Please don’t make me,” Kristine pleaded. “He’s going to catch me!”
“Well, then you better make up a good story to feed him!” Jennifer spat back, shoving Kristine into the open.
Kristine lurched forward but caught herself, clumsily. Surprisingly, no one was looking at her. She peered around, trying to walk casually.
“He’s not here!” she whispered back into the bushes. “I don’t think he came to-” Kristine stopped short.
“What? He’s not? What did you say?” Jennifer crawled out of the bushes to see Joe holding Kristine with his hand clamped over her mouth. He glared at Jennifer with wild eyes.
I used to be a great Sailor Moon fan. I was amazed to find out that the Senshi are called “Scouts” in English. It just sounded silly to me. I’m used to it now, of course, but the name is much cooler in the French translation: “Guerrières Sailor”, ie. “Sailor Warriors”.
to search for. scout is the character in to kill a mockingbird. i didn’t really like that book. but i really like the name atticus. but scout was weird. she was like a tom boy. it made me kinda angry. oh well. so thats what i think about scout. weird right???
He moved through the night and eluded luna’s blessing upon the earth. He stood before the encampment and pondered and inquired but waited for a sign before making will manifest. The bushes russled and he turned..
“I love you scout,” my dad always called me scout. Though, I was no Finch, I was just Emily. Just so happens dad loved to call me scout. I think he’d like it better if I was more like a Finch. That way maybe I could amount to something even if it was just walking a man to his door.
I turned to my hopeful father. He glances my way and says with a twinkle in his eye, “Son, you will finally give our family name a good reputation. You will join the boyscouts, and make me proud.” But the problem is, I don’t want to be one. But I want to make him the proudest he’s ever been.
He couldn’t bear to be like this anymore. He was not whole, but rather torn and broken, the shatters of his eyes to small to be held. But he could not live like this, he had learn to live whole and as one for the many years to come. But how do you pick up the threads of an old life? He stared into the box that had all he held dear in this good world, and he knew he fight it, for they were immobile and only he had limbs that could breach like branches. He was scout, sent out into solitude to see if was really that bad. And it was. And it scared. And he was ready to come home.
I wish I were more in touch with nature. Everytime I go outside, I feel infinetely out of place, as if I were man made. I am, technically. I don’t know. I feel so much better sitting on an old couch, in front of the fireplace, a cup of coffee and cognac in one hand and a good book in the other, while it rains or snows outside, where everything belongs to a completely different word from the one I’m quite comfortable in.
I ran as fast as I could through the rough bramble to see what lay on the other side. My mind clouded by curiosity led me through there into the unexpected. I saw the great general pacing back and forth, making his horrible plans of war. War. The humanity killer, had me in its hands.
I love to scout out some new music if I hear a song I like, I immediately go to iTunes and look it up and see what else there is for that artist. It’s like a scavenger hunt.
Fog shrouded the little village ahead. Perfect mood for a town we knew was loaded with VC. Upon further inspection, I noticed two turrets and a huge load of ammunition.
I would never force my child to be a boy/girl scout. When I have a child, they’re going to be cool shit. I would never want them to be made fun of for the rest of their lives. Anyone who puts their child through that is evil.
When I was a girl scout, that’s when my life was good. I was young, innocent, and carefree. the only worry I had was if I had homework that night, or if I was gonna be able to go outside and play kickball with my friends after school. I remember selling girl scout cookies in kmart in the winter with my friends, and we’d have such good times. Sometimes I wish I could go back, but at the same time I don’t.
scout is the most annoying aggravating little prick i have ever met. she just doesn’t know when to quit! everyday she sits next to at lunch and every day i move and every day she follows me. cant a girl take a hint. i may be a lesbian but that doesn’t mean ill fuck any girl that sits next to me!
I thought maybe I should send out a scout,
But I kept quiet as she tried to find the right route,
After a couple of circles and I knew without a doubt,
I would never keep quiet about how she took me all about….
I thought maybe I should put up a shout,
But I kept quiet as she tried to find the right route,
After a couple of circles and I knew without a doubt,
I would never keep quiet about how she took me all about….
one word is one word. it cant hurt anything. it doesn’t have a meaning. it is just a word. i don’t know why people get extremely hurt over one word. it can not hurt you physically. but it can have a great impact mentally. we should let one word or any amount of words hurt us. they are just letters put together in the alphabet to make something sound good. and we put our own definitions on them. They are not worth the pain.stress, or even heartbreak it will have in your life. it is just one word.
Someone who is knowledgeable in endeavors that others may be afraid to attempt or perfect. Someone who goes with the flow and is dependable. Someone who is loyal to the task at hand.
She was a trailblazer; always going ahead to get the lay of the land. She exposed her heart in a way that we could understand and made it safe for the rest of us to open up.
sell cookies but take out the boy in that sentence, they go to footbal games to recruit players for universities or stuff of the like. it can be a name, though a weird on if you add a T where the U
The word scout to me has been used yesterday. when I tried to do another word the word scout came up. I closed the page and came back to it. the word scout was still there. I don’t know what to do. I hope this isn’t my word for the day because if it is then I would have had the same word twice.
little boys making fires with thier pack and learning to use nature to provide the world and its humans with tools and proucts to live from keeping teamwork together inmportant and making sure that the nature is utilized and everything is all nice
I want to buy something expensive. I want to scout out the latest model of the newest technology, the glossiest leather handbag, a chic raincoat that hugs my ribs. I want to shine with glittery cream eyelids, dangerous eyeliner, ruby lipstick. I want the wrinkled bills and scraped plastic credit card in my pocket to mask my secondhand heart.
Once i knew a boyscout. He then became an eaglescout. We liked to make out. Particularly in my car. We had fun together, we kissed a lot. God, I miss that. That feeling. We just had something good. Not relationship worthy maybe, but God was it good. We were so young and innocent and it ment nothing. It ment everything.
boy scout girl scout .. why are they there?who knows. we hate em.we love em. ok maybe we jus hate dem.annoyin lil kids sellin stuff you dont really want. their cute faces jus sell everything.i think they can sell marijuana to a police officer too.
scout finch. boy, was she cool. i always thought she was funny. kind of wanted to be like her in a way. she had that sort of confidence that comes with being young and intelligent. she was really smart. i just always thought she was so interesting. i mean, who else would be able to carry themselves dressed up as a ham?
my pop pop was a scout leader, back in those days that are always referred to as “in those days”. my mom talks about it a lot. how he was different with the boys than he was at home. but she used to go with them all the time. he would fish with them and camp with them, and teach them things. her too. she would go to.
I was a Girl Scout when I was little. I used to think it was the coolest thing in the universe, to be part of that. When I got to the middle school, though, I quit because it was then uncool. I am now in the high school. And all I really want to do, is go back…
“Go on!” said Jennifer coldly.
“Please don’t make me,” Kristine pleaded. “He’s going to catch me!”
“Well, then you better make up a good story to feed him!” Jennifer spat back, shoving Kristine into the open.
Kristine lurched forward but caught herself, clumsily. Surprisingly, no one was looking at her. She peered around, trying to walk casually.
“He’s not here!” she whispered back into the bushes. “I don’t think he came to-” Kristine stopped short.
“What? He’s not? What did you say?” Jennifer crawled out of the bushes to see Joe holding Kristine with his hand clamped over her mouth. He glared at Jennifer with wild eyes.
I used to be a great Sailor Moon fan. I was amazed to find out that the Senshi are called “Scouts” in English. It just sounded silly to me. I’m used to it now, of course, but the name is much cooler in the French translation: “Guerrières Sailor”, ie. “Sailor Warriors”.
to search for. scout is the character in to kill a mockingbird. i didn’t really like that book. but i really like the name atticus. but scout was weird. she was like a tom boy. it made me kinda angry. oh well. so thats what i think about scout. weird right???
He moved through the night and eluded luna’s blessing upon the earth. He stood before the encampment and pondered and inquired but waited for a sign before making will manifest. The bushes russled and he turned..
“I love you scout,” my dad always called me scout. Though, I was no Finch, I was just Emily. Just so happens dad loved to call me scout. I think he’d like it better if I was more like a Finch. That way maybe I could amount to something even if it was just walking a man to his door.
I don’t know what it means
I turned to my hopeful father. He glances my way and says with a twinkle in his eye, “Son, you will finally give our family name a good reputation. You will join the boyscouts, and make me proud.” But the problem is, I don’t want to be one. But I want to make him the proudest he’s ever been.
i will one day became part of nature. to become part of the universe. to be free.
He couldn’t bear to be like this anymore. He was not whole, but rather torn and broken, the shatters of his eyes to small to be held. But he could not live like this, he had learn to live whole and as one for the many years to come. But how do you pick up the threads of an old life? He stared into the box that had all he held dear in this good world, and he knew he fight it, for they were immobile and only he had limbs that could breach like branches. He was scout, sent out into solitude to see if was really that bad. And it was. And it scared. And he was ready to come home.
I wish I were more in touch with nature. Everytime I go outside, I feel infinetely out of place, as if I were man made. I am, technically. I don’t know. I feel so much better sitting on an old couch, in front of the fireplace, a cup of coffee and cognac in one hand and a good book in the other, while it rains or snows outside, where everything belongs to a completely different word from the one I’m quite comfortable in.
I ran as fast as I could through the rough bramble to see what lay on the other side. My mind clouded by curiosity led me through there into the unexpected. I saw the great general pacing back and forth, making his horrible plans of war. War. The humanity killer, had me in its hands.
I love to scout out some new music if I hear a song I like, I immediately go to iTunes and look it up and see what else there is for that artist. It’s like a scavenger hunt.
Fog shrouded the little village ahead. Perfect mood for a town we knew was loaded with VC. Upon further inspection, I noticed two turrets and a huge load of ammunition.
I would never force my child to be a boy/girl scout. When I have a child, they’re going to be cool shit. I would never want them to be made fun of for the rest of their lives. Anyone who puts their child through that is evil.
When I was a girl scout, that’s when my life was good. I was young, innocent, and carefree. the only worry I had was if I had homework that night, or if I was gonna be able to go outside and play kickball with my friends after school. I remember selling girl scout cookies in kmart in the winter with my friends, and we’d have such good times. Sometimes I wish I could go back, but at the same time I don’t.
scout is the most annoying aggravating little prick i have ever met. she just doesn’t know when to quit! everyday she sits next to at lunch and every day i move and every day she follows me. cant a girl take a hint. i may be a lesbian but that doesn’t mean ill fuck any girl that sits next to me!
Scouting for the girl making her lonely way home, he licked his lips. Tonight is the night.
I thought maybe I should send out a scout,
But I kept quiet as she tried to find the right route,
After a couple of circles and I knew without a doubt,
I would never keep quiet about how she took me all about….
I thought maybe I should put up a shout,
But I kept quiet as she tried to find the right route,
After a couple of circles and I knew without a doubt,
I would never keep quiet about how she took me all about….
I caught a trout. I named it scout. I cut it open and pulled its guts out.
one word is one word. it cant hurt anything. it doesn’t have a meaning. it is just a word. i don’t know why people get extremely hurt over one word. it can not hurt you physically. but it can have a great impact mentally. we should let one word or any amount of words hurt us. they are just letters put together in the alphabet to make something sound good. and we put our own definitions on them. They are not worth the pain.stress, or even heartbreak it will have in your life. it is just one word.
Someone who is knowledgeable in endeavors that others may be afraid to attempt or perfect. Someone who goes with the flow and is dependable. Someone who is loyal to the task at hand.
She was a trailblazer; always going ahead to get the lay of the land. She exposed her heart in a way that we could understand and made it safe for the rest of us to open up.
sell cookies but take out the boy in that sentence, they go to footbal games to recruit players for universities or stuff of the like. it can be a name, though a weird on if you add a T where the U
The word scout to me has been used yesterday. when I tried to do another word the word scout came up. I closed the page and came back to it. the word scout was still there. I don’t know what to do. I hope this isn’t my word for the day because if it is then I would have had the same word twice.
He was still there. The lights went out, the door was locked and there he stayed.
little boys making fires with thier pack and learning to use nature to provide the world and its humans with tools and proucts to live from keeping teamwork together inmportant and making sure that the nature is utilized and everything is all nice
I want to buy something expensive. I want to scout out the latest model of the newest technology, the glossiest leather handbag, a chic raincoat that hugs my ribs. I want to shine with glittery cream eyelids, dangerous eyeliner, ruby lipstick. I want the wrinkled bills and scraped plastic credit card in my pocket to mask my secondhand heart.
Once i knew a boyscout. He then became an eaglescout. We liked to make out. Particularly in my car. We had fun together, we kissed a lot. God, I miss that. That feeling. We just had something good. Not relationship worthy maybe, but God was it good. We were so young and innocent and it ment nothing. It ment everything.
boy scout girl scout .. why are they there?who knows. we hate em.we love em. ok maybe we jus hate dem.annoyin lil kids sellin stuff you dont really want. their cute faces jus sell everything.i think they can sell marijuana to a police officer too.
scout finch. boy, was she cool. i always thought she was funny. kind of wanted to be like her in a way. she had that sort of confidence that comes with being young and intelligent. she was really smart. i just always thought she was so interesting. i mean, who else would be able to carry themselves dressed up as a ham?
my pop pop was a scout leader, back in those days that are always referred to as “in those days”. my mom talks about it a lot. how he was different with the boys than he was at home. but she used to go with them all the time. he would fish with them and camp with them, and teach them things. her too. she would go to.
I was a Girl Scout when I was little. I used to think it was the coolest thing in the universe, to be part of that. When I got to the middle school, though, I quit because it was then uncool. I am now in the high school. And all I really want to do, is go back…